Rosie Writes FFXV

Just another writing blog in this amazing fandom! My work is mainly geared towards Ignis Scientia, but I'm up for writing for anyone! only writes sfw- headcanons, oneshots, and drabbles! Anything you want to see? requests are open!

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hiya you're still open for request?? I haven't seen much ffxv writers on tumblr??

Hello! I am still open for requests! So send them my way! I was on a bit of a hiatus because of some serious school/work burnout. But I am back! I will warn you, I am a bit of a slow writer, and it may take a while to get everything out— but I will do my absolute best! Thank you for dropping by!

—Rosie

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Unannounced Hiatus

Hello to all of you wonderful people!

I just wanted to hop on here and deeply apologize for the huge, unannounced hiatus I took. While I still consider this account to be active, I was not anywhere near working on the requests that filled up my inbox and I apologize.

Here is what happened while I was gone—

I have been working towards my degree in elementary education and this past semester was my final internship. Let me tell ya, Student Teaching is no joke. And when I say was exhausted. I was EXHAUSTED. I was driven into a terrible bout of burnout, to the point I couldn't even play videogames to relax. Thankfully I have completed that portion of my degree, and now only have 9 days until I am handed my diploma.

So needless to say, I haven't been working on the requests I've received. (and while I was gone, I received so many new ones!)

I want to apologize for my absence. The amount of love, requests, and followers I received while I was MIA is astounding. I am beyond thankful to all of you for reaching out, giving me love, and loving what I put out.

I just want to let you all know that I am back, and will be attempting to work on these requests again! I am currently working on a Noctis x Reader.

I know this is more of a writing blog— but to commemorate my return and the shedding of my burnout, I would like to show you the newest addition to my digital notebook!

I'm a little shy showing it, but here it is! It is my OC with Ignis Scientia! Let me know what you think!

Thank you for waiting on me! I am back and stronger than ever! I love you all!

—Rosie ❤️

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I really really need someone who will like. Gush about domestic cute scenarios with Ignis with me. Any takers? Lol

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Hello! I am always down for some Ignis love! I'm a small writing blog and a work in progress with a very busy schedule! But I try to write when I have down time and I have a crap ton of unpublished, domestic Ignis stories that have been hanging out for far too long.

Imagine this: Ignis coming home to you cooking dinner—

He rested his suitcase on the floor in the foyer, suit coat slipping from his broad shoulders. In one fluid motion he hung it up on the coat rack while untying his dress shoes. With both of his perfectly polished black shoes in his hands, he rested them in the place where they have always sat. A smile lifted softly to his face when his shoes were resting beside yours.

Once in the kitchen, he captured a whiff of what you were cooking— He smelt the seasonings dance through the air, light with a small snap. You were making a shepherd's pie, his Aunt's recipe. Somehow you managed to recreate it. And every time he walked into the aroma, a brush of nostalgia graced against the neurons in his brain. His keys clattered against the acrylic counter, causing your eyes to shift from the ground meat you were cooking. "How was your day?" You questioned, a smile gracing your face as his eyes met yours. He deposited his wallet beside his keys before carefully navigating towards you, green eyes never falling from yours. His palm searched for the small of your back. Your clothes were soft against his calloused skin, his hand trailing around you, hooking around your hip as he pulled you into his body.

"It's better now."

"It was that bad?" You jested, leaning back into his chest; finding comfort in him while his arms encompassed you. Your voice was playful in hundreds of ways. It made the walls of his stomach flutter. He dipped his head down, lips brushing your shoulder— lower lip finding the bareness of your shoulder. He smiled against the expanse of skin, sprawling softly against your quaint shoulders, which moved with your hands as you cooked.

The arms which held you, tightened, attempting to pull you fully into him— trying to seep your warmth into his cold body. You were always warm, and he drew it from the light you carried deep within your soul. He was an unknowing moth, drawn by the sun your heart seemed to hold.

"You're making my favorite, what could be better?" He questioned, words falling against your skin, with the accompaniment of his dancing lips and hot breath. It awoke goosebumps on the surfaces of your body.

"I wouldn't get too excited, buster," you whispered into his stretched ears, your head now leaning against his shoulder. A soft kiss was left on his cheek, your lips curling into a smile against his skin. "keep distracting me like you are, and we are liable to eat leftovers." Another kiss followed the soft dance of your lips. A light hearted chuckle left his, as he placed a reciprocated kiss to your shoulder.

"Then I shall pester someone else. any suggestions?"

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Just a small reminder that your work is awesome and that no matter how long you need to write, I (and I bet the rest of us too) am so thankful you're here and putting in the effort to make people happy <3 Life can be exhausting and it's amazing that you're even finding the time to sit down and write not only for yourself, but for others too! And I for my part am not going anywhere anytime soon, so take all the time you need :)

I am crying! Thank you so much for all of your kind words and encouragement! It is what I needed to hear! I always fear I'm disappointing people by long pauses in my work.

But I can tell you one thing for certain, I never stop thinking about what I'm writing next. It is always on my mind. This past week I was unpacking and preparing my shared classroom but I was thinking about the request you had given me! It gives me so much reassurance that you haven't lost interest. You all are the reason I keep doing this! And I want to give us all relief because life is way too difficult.

This is totally what I needed to hear, you are the absolute best. Honestly, I cannot express how thankful I am for you, and everyone else here on my page.

You all make this page possible! ❤️❤️ I love all of you!

One thousand times, thank you! —Rosie

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No Name

Part 4/4

Gladiolus X Fem!Kingsglaive!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk.

Story based on Anon Request! See Part 1 for full details!

Thank you so much everyone for your continued patience with me and the continued love I get on this page! Life has been using me as a punching bag, and unfortunately it's only the beginning!

I am overjoyed and beyond thankful for the support. Seeing comments and likes towards my work throughout the day breathes life into my very heavy lungs. I appreciate all of you! I am still writing some pretty fun stories, so stay tuned! I am accepting requests, so if there is something you want to see, hit me up!

Anywho— here is the last and final piece of this story. It was a pleasure to write. I personally love the idea that Gladio's love interest is just as snippy as he can be on occasion. The testing of power. I totally think that Gladio would be smitten for a woman who tries his patience and isn't afraid to speak her mind. I think he'd gain something from not being treated like a celebrity!

I hope I did Gladio and Anon's request justice! Enjoy! -Rosie

Missed Something? Here are Parts 2 & 3

"Ignis, I need your help. Do you have a second?" Gladio stated, leaning against the Advisor's open office door. Ignis glanced up from the heap of paper work littered against his desk and open computer to throw a look of question at the Royal Shield.

It had been about two weeks since your last run in with Gladio, and the man had been waiting on you ever since. He found himself showing up at the training room during ungodly hours of the day, just to see you. And since you suddenly, without any warning signs, disappeared— he had begun to worry. Did you stumble across the wrong person while in the Royal Training Room? Did you end up getting hurt even despite your incredible fighting skills? He didn't show it on the exterior, but he felt anxiety spike whenever your face wasn't spitefully looking up at him.

The Royal Advisor flickered his gaze back to the covered desk, before shifting it to the shield once more. "I suppose I have a moment," Ignis' lilt heightened as he slouched back into his office chair. The shield huffed a breath of relief. "What is it that you need assistance with?"

"I need help finding someone," Gladio slid into the room, closing the door behind himself.

"You need my assistance with a mundane task such as that? Use the government website—"

"I would, but I forgot my password. Again," Gladio tried to mask the slight embarrassment he felt by crossing his thick biceps against his chest. "I attempted too many times and I am locked out. I have to go to the IT department to get everything reset. Look— that is beside the point. I need to find someone and you are the guy that I find most reliable."

Ignis tilted his head, fingers now intertwining within each other— he held them in front of his face. "Did they cause a problem? Does this need the attention of the authorities?" He sat up, eyeing the situation closer.

"No, I have been training with this individual and they have neglected to show up the past few times. She is a glaive. I wanted to see if she had been deployed and never told me." Gladio approached the desk Ignis sat behind— He leaned forward, palms resting flat on the desk on either side of the Advisor's laptop.

"She?" Ignis questioned, slouching back into the chair again, faint smirk painted onto his lips. "Is this one of your paramours?"

Gladio rolled his eyes, before focusing them back to Ignis. "Careful with your tone, Iggy. Your jealousy is showing."

"Hardly the case. Just shocked is all." Ignis sighed before reaching to type on the computer. He pulled up the website and went to the plug in that displayed the entire employee database. "What is her name?" Ignis asked, eyes not looking up from the glowing screen. Gladio swallowed thickly, big hand finding the back of his neck to scratch the base of his scalp.

"I don't know."

"You don't know her name?" Ignis' tone took on a slight mocking one, his sharp manicured eyebrows knotting with confusion. "Did you not ask her?"

"I have tried. She just… won't give it to me." It was true, he has asked. And if Ignis knew just how many times he had asked— He would have been floored. At least Gladio felt that way. In some sense, he supposed it made sense. You were skeptical of his intentions, figuring he was there to get you in trouble rather than let you slip by fully unscathed. It had been months of this however, and he figured you would pick up his jig at one point or another… He didn't expect you to just— stop showing up.

"Gladio, I figure I shouldn't have to break the news to you. Merely because it is you who has luck with the women.. But if she isn't giving you her name then she isn't interested in your advances." The smirk seemed to grow larger on Ignis' usual stoic face, green eyes firing with a playful and mocking glint.

"Sounds like you heard that a lot." Gladio quirked a challenging eyebrow back— spiteful gaze matching to the caliber of Ignis'. "Plus, it isn't like that. It is a complicated story. I just need to see if she's on the deployed list. That's all."

Ignis bowed his head at the slide as if to accept it and he looked back up. "I don't have access to that documentation."

"You don't? I thought we had access to those lists—"

"No, unless it directly effects the Prince and his whereabouts, we do not have access." Ignis relented while slouching back into his seat. "We would need a higher access to view all of that. If anything, you would need to discuss this with Noctis. He has the capabilities to see everything."

"So, I have to ask Noct."

"Essentially, yes." Ignis was ready to close the window on the computer before Gladio pressed forward. This was a problem.

He sighed with defeat, head falling limp. "I can't go to Noctis. You know that." He pushed himself off of Ignis' desk and rested his hands on his hips; Amber gaze now searching the room for any hidden answers. Gladio knew that Noctis would never let the big guy live it down for being "stood up" or "rejected" Even though that wasn't the case. "Don't you have all of Noctis' login information?" Gladiolus was no stranger to Noctis and his habits. It was known and a constant pressure point between the small knitted group, that Ignis did most of Noctis' work for him. Ignis occasionally played the role of Prince when the actual Prince struggled to do so. Of course when the time called for it. Having Noctis' login information only made sense… For two reasons.

So Ignis can check up on Noctis to make sure he is completing tasks that require his attention.

Noctis has more of a tendency to forget passwords and all of that information. One of them had to brandish responsibility and it might as well be the highly trained, dutiful Advisor.

Ignis once again cocked his head in confusion, now sitting up again in his chair. "Are you asking me to infiltrate the Prince's government profile so you can locate a woman who shows little to no interest in you— all in leu of protecting your pride?" Damn Ignis never did pull any punches.

"Yes. That is exactly what I am asking." The confidence was unyielding, and Gladio stood taller now.

"Very well." Ignis sat up and typed at the computer for a small length of time before slowly turning it to face the Shield. "Here is the list," Ignis deadpanned, elbows digging into the desktop. "Says they are touring the western most Cleigne border. In search for any notions of any enemy military upheaval. Appears they will be returning soon."

The Shield hunched over the laptop and scrolled downward using the mouse pad. He skimmed the pictures, searching for your most prominent features. He skimmed until he neared the bottom and saw your face. He could recognize that smile from anywhere, even though you only gave him such a look a couple of times. He swore he wouldn't forget it. His stomach tensed, eyes slowly moved from your face, to the name in boldface, starting with your last, comma, your first name. He grinned, "Gotcha," His voice fell hushed onto the desk in front of him while studying your name closely.

He felt like he won some sort of unsung battle— like you were a boss that had shown no weakness, but with ample research and many helpful individuals he unlocked your secret. He had finally, at long last, knew your name. Countless battles lead him here and he was satisfied.

"Let me see her," Ignis pried, eyes stretching to the computer. Gladio flipped it around again as if he were showing you off. "Pretty thing she is," He hummed, with a nod of approval.

"She is, and is quite a spit fire to go along with all that hot stuff. Do you have a piece of paper and a pen I can borrow?"

Ignis dug around for a moment, shuffling of papers and clanking of writing utensils seemed to fall on deaf ears— Gladio's intense amber eyes only focused onto you and your name. He mouthed it, repeating it with a whisper as if it were a secret that only he could know. Ignis slid a sticky note and a pen towards Gladio's palm that was pressed onto the desk once more.

"May I ask what you are writing down?"

"Just the information I need, don't you worry about it." It took no time at all for Gladio to scrawl your name and a few other bits of information about you, down on a bright yellow sticky note. He looked at his penmanship, your name written in a sloppy, all capital, print. He knew that only his eyes could read such a mess of words and lines. He smiled at the information, your name falling from his lips once more before standing straight. He peeled the note off of the pad and smiled at it. "Thanks Specs. I owe ya." The sticky end of the note stuck to his fingertips and he fluttered it as he turned to leave.

"I wish you luck, Gladiolus," Ignis slid the pad and pen back into their proper locations, catching the Shield's confident grin as he turned to shut the door.

"Thanks, Iggy."

You were exhausted. In fact, you felt that the word did little justice for the way you felt. Your eyes were heavy, their lids trying to droop shut— if it weren't for the sweltering van you were crammed into, you would have easily drifted into slumber.

You were on a routine surveillance mission that happened every so often. A group of glaives, selected by the Marshal and the General, were sent to scout different areas of Lucis— all in search for any suspicious movement of the Niflheim military. This was always randomized, and you almost figured it would be you. It had been a few months since you were sent out, and it was only a matter of time before you were called again to do your time. Many people called these trips, deployments— that was the more official term. You were deployed. And damn was it the worst.

There was nothing more damning then riding across the country, crammed into a small, poorly ventilated van; stuffed like sardines with 10 other glaives. Nothing drove you more crazy then crashing into your seat neighbors every time the driver hit a bump or pot hole. You swore at one point, the driver was doing it on purpose. That or the glaive next to you sensed your frustration and craved to piss you off further.

You were almost home, now trailing through the outskirts of Hammerhead; The last outpost until you reached the limits of Insomnia. From the gate, you calculated, you would be home in 40 minutes. You checked the clock on your phone and sighed heavily. 4:15. Your head hit the back of the seat, causing the glaive next to you glance down at you. You paid his strange stare no mind as you began to mentally wallow in your own misfortune.

It would take you two hours at the earliest to get back to the Citadel. You didn't even bother to factor in rush hour traffic. Your exhaustion seemed to overtake your frustration and you swore you would cry if it wasn't for the several witnesses crammed around you, trying to ignore each other.

Around a quarter after 8, you were finally shuffling out of the Citadel with your personal effects tugged over your shoulder. You decided, halfway home while crossing a busy street— Cooking was absolutely not an option for the evening. Your limbs wanted rest, your body wishing to finally crash onto your couch and watch the TV show you had been neglecting. Nothing can sedate your exhaustion and hunger like a bite of fast food. You took a long way home and stopped of at a fast food joint that you frequented.

With your bag of food in one hand, your personal effects slung over the other arm— you shuffled for your keys that seemed to find the deepest depths of your pants pocket. You turned the corner abruptly, finally pulling the keys from your pocket. It almost felt like they grew hands and were tugging on the hem in a fight to stay warm and secure. Your exhausted mind seemed to find that image hilarious, and you stifled your amusement with a sigh and a gentle shake of your head. You gazed down the hall towards your final destination, at long last— wait… what was that?

There on the doorstep was a vase, jutting out was a small assortment of flowers. "Huh?" You shook your head trying to clean your mind. You were looking at the wrong doorstep, you almost laughed. Who the hell would leave you flowers. You smiled at yourself as you moved to the door your apartment stood behind. You stopped at the welcome mat, your jaw going slack when you found that glass vase and flowers sitting at your feet.

Blinking, you checked the worn numbers on your apartment door. Yeah, that was your apartment. Eyebrows knotting together, you dumped your duffle bag onto the floor to your side and knelt in front of the vase. There was a note tied with a ribbon around the dip within the wall of the vase. With a gentle hand you pried the folded note open with your thumb. The note was written in a neat print, the author wrote in all capital letters which was a unique feature. You hadn't seen many people write like that.

Like a forensic scientist, you began to narrow out your options— who owned penmanship like that? Flittering through the Rolex within your mind, you began to make comparisons to everyone you knew. They had to meet three points of criteria:

They needed to know your address.

Legible handwriting.

Had a reason to buy you flowers.

Well, it couldn't have been anyone in the glaive, none of them had your address on hand. And it couldn't have been the date who stood you up almost a month ago— he didn't have that information either. Prompto? No— He had some half cursive half print handwriting that could hardly be understood. You have harped on him for writing in what you deemed to be the Prompto Language. He was never amused by your slide.

If it wasn't any of them… then who the hell..? You opted to forego the guessing game and decided to read what it said. Second way to know who made this mistake. You blinked a few times before starting at the left hand side of the folded note. It read:

"Glad to see your name wasn't in the paper. The Royal Training Room misses their delinquent. Hope to see you soon,—"

Your eyes stopped suddenly on the gentle way your name was written at the end of the final sentence. "Gladio?" You whispered, eyes intently reading the note for any missing clues. You looked at the vase of flowers, and began to shuffle them around for a listening device or something off the wall. "Flowers?" They were just… flowers? Heat struck your cheeks and carefully you unlocked your door and hoisted the vase up to your chest— duffle bag long forgotten in the hallway.

You turned on all the lights leading to the kitchen and rested your food on the table— it too, long forgotten. The bouquet of flowers looked lovely on your kitchen counter. He had picked a variety, but selected ones that seemed to compliment each other— in color as well as shape. Your eyes flickered back to the note clenched tightly in between your fingers.

You read it again, and again, and again; until your eyes began to spin. You tried to swallow, but your throat was entirely too dry. When the sudden shock seemed to subside, a warm smile graced your face. It sparked warmth that climbed your chest and began to ease your limbs and turn them to jelly. The urge to laugh cascaded over you, and with a bright smile, and completely smitten, you nearly floated to the hallway to get your long forgotten belongings.

Gladiolus Amicitia sent you flowers. That sentence didn't make a lick of sense, but everything else did. Your mind was swirling, and the only bit of information you could keep down was the echoing voice of Prompto: He has his reasons. My guess is… he probably enjoys your company.

The next morning, you found yourself nearly rushing to the kitchen hoping that the random gift wasn't a figment of your imagination— or some cruel dream that the gods had teased you with. But the arrangement stood proudly on your counter, note still dangling gently from the ribbon it was fastened to. Your smile widened further and quickly you gathered yourself together for another risky trip to the forbidden training room, despite it being your day off.

You stood taller, at least that's how you felt. At long last, you were smiled upon— your ugly streak of horrible relationships seemed to be behind you now; disappearing in the rearview mirror. You were confident, and flattered; floating on cloud nine as you rounded the corner to the familiar doors of the Royal Training room. With a practiced, swift maneuver, you tapped the key onto the metal receiver. You were rewarded with a satisfying click, signifying your allowance into the locked room. The metal handle of the door snapped as you shoved it open.

You were greeted with Gladio, perched on the bench with his red covered book in his hands. He looked up, amber eyes softening on your smile. "Let me guess," your smile widened as you spoke, watching as his full attention was now on you; Book long forgotten within his lap. "You tapped the flowers?"

He smiled at you while sliding the book into the side pocket in his bag. "Should I have?" He questioned, his eyebrow finding its way up his forehead in the usual way it would.

You couldn't fight the smile on your face. You felt like a love sick goofball. You shook your head, "Unless you want to hear about all of the other Training rooms I plan on infiltrating, then sure." He stood to his full height, grabbing his bag off of the floor.

"I knew I should have asked for some listening devices." He playfully jabbed. "What are you doing after training today?" He questioned, slinging his bag over his shoulder. A smirk lifted to your face as you looked out at the nearly vacant room.

Your eyes moved back to meet his. They held your gaze gently, softly, you felt the magma begin its high pressured course through your veins. Heat collected to your cheeks and spread quickly to your ears. Swallowing thickly you blinked and looked at the floor. "As far as I know, all I have planned is kicking the Royal Shield's ass."

His grin grew and he laughed, "Well after you kick the Royal Shield's ass, care to join him for dinner?"

You swore the world stopped for a moment— for longer then a moment. And there you sat in an empty room with no meaning, forgetting who you are, forgetting who he is— Your heart nearly hammering out of your chest.

"I would love to," You nearly whispered, the words getting lost in the thickness of your throat.

He tilted his head, eyes still holding yours. "Then it's a date," He spoke just as confidently as ever, his signature smile holding to his soft lips.

"Better not be a set up Mr. Amicitia. I will be livid," you hummed, trying to fight the giddy urge to dance around the room. You spent the energy walking to the locker room to change.

"I would never--" His sentence trailed off, but you caught the faint sound of your name slipping from his lips. the way the timbre of his voice seemed to extenuate the syllables of your name caused your legs to go weak; Heat like never before flooded your face, your body, your mind. You were clouded fully with giddy anticipation. And as you lost your casual clothes, and slipped into your work out outfit; you wondered why the hell you kept your name away from him.

You came to the conclusion that it was all part of the fun.

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No Name

Part 3/4

Gladiolus X Kingsglaive!Fem!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk.

A/N: Story based on Anon Request! See Part 1 for further details!

Hello everyone! Here is part 3, and shortly I will be posting part 4! I just want to assure everyone that I am still working diligently on requests! My next few weeks will be busy, (school is starting up, and I am playing both roles— a student and a teacher) but I'm going to spend today working hard on the request that I have! So be prepared for a Noctis X Reader in time! If you would like to see anything else, send requests my way!

Enjoy! -Rosie

Missed something? Here is Part 2

Want to continue? Here is Part 4

"Gladio caught you?" Prompto's voice echoed off of your phone speaker as you moved about your kitchen.

"Yep, twice. I think I am… well fucked… to put it mildly," you huffed, grabbing yourself a plate from your cupboard. You gently sat it beside the phone before trailing to the fridge in search for lunchmeat and slices of cheese. Prompto's end was silent for a moment, the clacking of the buttons on his controller seemed to snap loudly into the receiver. He sighed with a shred of defeat before tuning back into the conversation.

"I don't think so. I think that if he wanted you in trouble you would have been in it already. He does have the ability of looking up everyone who works in the Citadel." Prompto spoke with confidence, his buttons clacking again as he restarted what you assumed he failed.

"He doesn't have my name—"

"There are picture ID's with the names. He can figure it out." Prompto's voice was distant, as if he was only half listening your conversation. His focus slowly slipping to the game he was playing. You mulled over that thought and felt more nervousness spike within your stomach. You pulled out two slices of bread and rested them onto your plate.

"He was searching for me.. at least I think it was him."

"You think?" Prompto asked, again you heard the clacking of the analog sticks as he wildly moved them. "You didn't see him?"

"No. the girls were describing someone," you lifted your hand as if you were counting off the compliments. "He is so tall, He is so muscular, and don't even get me started with his eyes." you had three fingers held up before nodding with satisfaction, your gaze shifting to the bread on your plate. You pulled out cheese and rested it on one of the slices.

"That's Gladio alright, why don't the girls talk about me like that. It is always has to be him." Prompto sighed. "Son of a bitch!"

You didn't respond to that, and opened the plastic container holding your lunchmeat. Pulling out a small pinch you began unfolding it and resting it on the bed of cheese. This conversation was not helping, your fear beginning to crawl up your throat and the appetite that you had moments before had been pilfered. You sighed with defeat, giving up on the meat and dumping it carelessly onto the cheese. "Prompto, If he turns me in, it will be your ass too for giving me the keycard."

"He won't," Prompto was confident, or at least appeared to be. "If he wanted you in trouble, he would've made the move to get you in trouble. Besides, I will be unscathed. There are perks with being best friends with the Prince. I may get 40 hours of training for a week, but I will be alright." He gave a small breath of relief, like he finally conquered whatever issue he encountered before. "Yeah, you may be in trouble—"

"Prompto, seriously. Not helping," you groaned.

The controller noises died instantly, "I am sorry! I don't mean to freak you out, it was a joke. I don't think he is turning you in. Between you and me, he is a big teddy bear. If he wanted you in trouble, then you would already be looking for a new job."

"Then why hasn't he?" The curiosity bristled within your chest. You felt a taste of relief from Prompto's words, but it didn't stop you from being concerned. Prompto was quiet for a moment, and you figured he didn't hear you. You went to repeat yourself but he cut you off the moment your voice perked up.

"He has his reasons. My guess is… he probably enjoys your company." Prompto was thinking, his voice falling pensively from the receiver. This plucked so many strange feelings from inside your heart-- and your face and ears began to grow painfully hot. You swallowed thickly.

"But I am mean to him.. I mean, not mean but sassy… He doesn't find that amusing--"

Prompto scoffed into the phone before resuming his game. "Maybe he considers it— you know what, I don't know. but again, between you and me— I think you are fine."

The conversation didn't progress further than that, and you were left with a swarm of weird feelings that seemed to bud into curiosity and maybe even admiration. You were curious to no end about what Prompto was alluding to, or fought to confess. But you swore he was about to say: flirting.

You sat with these emotions for a while, and were nearly searching for Gladio every time you entered the Citadel. You were waiting for two things now. An ambush and handcuffs, or a simple interaction with someone far out of your league. At least that's how you felt about it. Despite Prompto's confidence on your safety, you still stood on edge. But you were a determined woman, and you were also not one to step down.

Once more, you returned to the Royal Training Room.

It was empty again, this time, you came even later at night. That was the only time your schedule could allow. You didn't want to run the possibility of breaking bones by crashing into him again— Yet you also didn't want to walk in on him showering like the first time. So you finally decided that you would show up at some God awful hour in hopes to miss him completely. After all, you were still scooping at the well that luck had given you. At one point you were going to be sipping the last drip— You needed to be smart about this.

12:30 at night, you slipped into the training room, finding all of the lights were off. You sipped freely again, feeling absolutely quenched by luck's generously deep well. The woman's locker room was finally open to the public and you wasted no time to rush inside to change into your training attire.

You were maybe halfway through your routine when the training door squeaked loudly, forcing you to drop the weights you were trying to lift. They hit the rubber mats with a thud— your eyes splayed wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

You swore you were lightheaded, when Gladio approached you. He hadn't said a word, just his gaze holding yours with a very unfamiliar glint. He shifted his weight, looking at the dumbbells you dumped onto the ground. "Do you live here or something?" you grumbled, looking him over.

"No, but it sure appears that way." He shrugged. "If you are going to be in here, at least try to take care of the equipment." His brow raised, a shadow of a smirk lifting to his lips.

You tried to think of something witty to say back, however he was already turned and heading towards the locker room. Was that lady luck refilling your glass, or did he just let everything slip without question or accusation. Was he onto you already? and did Prompto say something? He was gone before you even realized it. You stood in question all over again before swiftly gathering yourself and grabbing the weights you carelessly dropped.

He seemed to go about his business like you weren't even there. Aside from the occasional glances that you were sure held a scrutinizing spark. But you ignored it and proceeded to the very last part of your practice— Hand to hand combat. You took some powerful swings at the punching bag, sending it swinging and crying on the chains that supported it. You were determined and focused, following your routine of punches, upper cuts, side swipes and occasional kicks. You were engrossed entirely in your workout— and didn't notice Gladio standing behind and watching with an observant gaze. That was until you turned around to sip at your water bottle when you noticed him. You nearly spilled the bottle from the jolt it gave you. "Sorry," he stated, "Didn't mean to scare you, no name."

He stated your fake alias as if he were trying to remind you that you never even introduced yourself properly. But you were damned if you were going to let him know your identity, even despite his kindness. "Did you need to use this?" You looked up from the mouth of your water bottle and eyed him. You almost wanted to see him hit that bag with full force. You were almost positive the fixtures would come tearing out of the low ceiling if he were to. But you swallowed that thought with a splash of water.

"No, I just saw you were not hitting properly. You need to improve your form. You hit hard but you could hit harder if you were to spread you legs a little bit and twist, using your weight as leverage." He shrugged, looking behind you as if to silently ask to demonstrate.

You were shocked and must've appeared that way because your lips still lightly clung to the mouth of the bottle, eyes never leaving his. Was he helping you? There was the heat that came sweltering back, as if the sun fell to the planet to banish it away. You side stepped allowing him to demonstrate.

He showed you, gesturing to the way his legs were spread, then slowly ran through the motion. His body twisted and he mustered the force of his weight into his fist, hitting the bag hard and swiftly. The fixtures did not give, yet the chains rattled and pulled tight. He caught it before it could swing back again. He steadied it and glanced back at you, "You try." He moved, gesturing you to the bag. You watched him closely before setting the water down and taking his place in front of the bag. Your eyes lingered on him for a moment longer before you mimicked his movements.

It took only a few attempts before you honed it in and nailed the bag hard enough to make it swing, the chains rattling much like the way Gladio had them moments before. You turned to him and caught a smile lift to his face. "Better," He nodded.

From there he began to teach you, not like you asked. But his techniques and ideas were all appreciated— considering he was the sworn Shield of the Prince. He knew a lot about combat. It wasn't long until he invited you to spar with him at the end of your work out.

He was slower then you, however his blows were heavy and hard. You found him to be a difficult individual to fight— to say the least, he was a formidable foe. It made you glad that he didn't detain you the first day he caught you, because it would take him absolutely nothing to do so.

It wasn't like you couldn't hold your own, however. The sheen of sweat that coated Gladio's face and pieces of his exposed body seemed to solidify that you, too, gave him a run for his money. Where he hit hard, you would dodge and hit him twice with a strong precision. In the glaive, you were known for your swiftness in the battlefield. It showed by the way his breath fell heavy from his lungs in deep, sharp gusts.

You stood about a yard away from him now, looking down the long stretch of space at him. His heavy sparring sword hung like a dead weight against his shoulders. To say you were proud of yourself was an absolute understatement. Gladiolus Amicitia, Son of Clarus Amicitia the shield of the king, stood winded in your path. Yeah, you may had been a bit too proud. But that never stopped you before, and a cocky smile grew cheekily onto your lips. "Give up?" You smirked, eyes watching as his gaze picked up to greet yours. You swallowed deeply at his sudden change of demeanor.

"Against a pip squeak like you?" He stood straight, thick eyebrow quirking in a challenging pose. "Yeah, right." The air felt a smidge thicker, and was that tension there before? His eyes, as bright and clear as they always had been, were masked with something fierce; Something you couldn't truly peg yourself. But if you were to give that look and the sudden change of air pressure a voice, it would say the gloves are off

This man, was toying with you. Like he always had been. And quickly this match turned from training, to now proving worth to the other— honor dangling on a thin golden thread. He came at you with a level of swiftness you hadn't seen from him yet that night. Taking one hard swing with his training sword, he mustered what he could behind it. You brought up your training weapon to block, the sheer force jarred your arms and upper body. but the blade remained against yours. Only for a moment.

That was until he unleashed what you felt was his second motor— it rocked the pistons within his joints, and sent jolts of power through his muscles. It was enough to push you backwards, skidding against the wooden ground. You went to make your attack, however found yourself grappling him. It happened faster then you could connect any dots, and felt the ground connect hard with your back— stealing the oxygen straight from your lungs. He had you pinned.

"That's game, Sweetheart." His lips reflected the boost of confidence he must have felt. You gasped for air as he knelt beside you, taking your wrist in his hand. He slowly pulled you to sit upward. You wanted to punch him for being so helpful and kind. But in the same way, you wanted to laugh and relent. He was superior on the battlefield. The cocky smirk bled to a genuine smile as you let a little laugh escape your gasping lips. Your voice echoed off of the walls of the empty training room. For a moment in time, you forgot who you were, who he was, where you were and what time it was. In this moment of rushing adrenaline and the dying buzz of exhilaration, you were simply two people.

"Damn." You whispered, eyes finding the gentle spark within his. You caught a single bead of sweat tread down his temple— falling quickly beneath his stubble. "You're good," you croaked, arching your back in means to stretch the crunched bones that made up your spine. A stiff back and muscle soreness was surely in your future— But it was almost welcomed.

"Thanks," He tilted his head back, before looking back at you. "You're not bad, yourself. Put up quite a fight."

"I usually do—" your voice strained as you twisted your core.

"I'm aware," the way his voice fell made your blood run hotter than usual— as if magma was just injected into your blood stream. You were quick to find his eyes on you, gently holding you. That's when you noticed that he hadn't let go of your wrist, his big fingers gently wrapped around it, holding it secure against the smoothness of his palm. Your betraying eyes moved from his eyes to the smile perched on his lips. Oh damn.

You retreated to look back at his eyes again. The magma that ran thickly through your veins, now lifted it's unbearable heat to your skin— turning it red like heated igneous rock. It started in your cheeks, and like wild fire, caught your neck and ears ablaze as well. You swallowed hard before turning your gaze from his unmoving one. "Well, whatever." You tugged your wrist from his hand, trying not to swoon at the way your fingers slid past the openness of his palm. "You have had more practice than I had. And you are bigger than me—" your tried shuffling to your feet.

"Sounds like a load of excuses to me." Gladio mumbled, eyes watching you as you found your footing. You shot him a half amused glare before finding your training weapon and securing it back into your hand.

"Not all of us glaives receive extended training periods with skilled fighters, like you do. But, I digress." You turned, eyes now meeting the broadness of his muscular chest. He had risen to his full height. You stretched your gaze to meet his.

"Just like how you never had the pleasure of getting a name?" He was dead set on getting that from you. But you smiled, nodded, and turned to walk towards the locker room. You felt secure in the idea that he wasn't going to turn you in. If that late night and very early morning did not hint strongly enough at that, then maybe the way he looked at you and held your wrist, had. But either way— you were not going to tell him your name. It was too fun to keep the mystery alive.

"Exactly like that," you answered coyly.

It was two in the morning when you left the locker room, sopping up your dripping hair with a towel. You expected the room to be empty as you left— but instead you caught Gladio sitting on a bench near the door, book in hand. In your mind you never pictured him to be one for reading, the sight seemed so foreign it was hard not to stare at him. It was a red, hard cover book with golden letters that glistened off of the florescent lighting. You stopped in front of him and leaned in to read the title. "The Silence of Knowledge," you stated pensively, the cover of the book moved as he slowly pulled it shut and looked at you from over it. "Sounds like a boring read," you shrugged, pulling the strap of your falling bag back onto your shoulder. With a small side step you dumped the towel you were using into the hamper by the door.

"It requires a selective taste," He bellowed, watching your eyes closely before shoving the book back into an unzipped pocket in his own bag. "I was worried you died in there." He swiftly pulled the zipper and fastened the pocket before glancing back up at you.

"You didn't have to wait for me," you said with a tilt of your head. He stood up and followed you as you ambled your way towards the double gym doors. You shoved the metal bar— it snapped as it unlatched and squeaked as it opened.

"I know," Gladio walked to the light switch near the door, and shut the lights off with a swift swipe of his hand. "Thought it would be the gentleman thing to do after kicking your ass." You held the door open with your outwardly cocked hip, arms folding across your chest.

"Hilarious," you deadpanned, his hand coming out to hold open the door for himself as you stepped away. The door snapped behind him when he moved into the juncture that held it. He turned, grabbing the handle and giving it a hard tug to assure that it shut all the way. The automated lock clicked in place when it had.

The pair of you walked down the hall, side by side. The silence that started off comfortable began to grow a little awkward and in a grand fear of it continuing down the path of unbearable, you cleared your throat. "So why are you up so late?"

Gladio glanced over at you and shrugged. "Had a hard time sleeping. Figured a light work out would help." His answer was so simple, you felt sad at how short it was, and that it lacked the intention to continue further with the conversation. You nodded as you made it to the brass doors of one of the side exits. He opened the door for you and allowed you to exit before he did.

"Is this the part where I get jumped by 40 cops and get detained?" You asked as you passed the threshold. The cool damp night seemed to make you shiver slightly, and nipped at the tip of your nose. But you tried to pay it no mind as you turned your pointed gaze at Gladio. The door slid from his grip after you passed through and he turned to face you.

"Not my plan, but I can arrange it."

"Why haven't you turned me in yet?" The question fell of off your lips faster then your mind grew the sense to dispel it. You swallowed thickly, as he stroked his chin with his fingertips.

"Not sure, do you want to be turned in?"

"No. I am just confused as to why you haven't yet." It wasn't like you ran into him multiple times now. And each time he tried to get your name or toyed around with the threat of handling the situation. He studied your face for a moment before looking up at the clouds that were once hanging heavily over Insomnia. It was as if he was searching for that answer himself and the clouds were going to spell that answer out for him. You were caught following his gaze before trekking your own path. The city lights reflected off of the soaked pavement and buildings, giving the street a faint glow. It was almost romantic if you were not questioning the position you truly stood in. He cleared his throat.

"Not nearly as confused as I am, because I still do not know your name," Again he pranced on the line of requesting and begging.

"Not like you can't figure it out."

"Maybe I have,"

You quirked your eyebrow, "Then you wouldn't be asking—"

"Maybe I want you to say it so I don't mispronounce it."

You both stood there staring at one another. He had a wide playful grin, and you sported a confused gaze, drinking in his features for any signs of dishonesty. He held a smile of confidence, and his eyes were unwavering from yours. You struggled to read him, either he knew your name, or he had a fantastic poker face.

The wailing from a police siren broke the silent string of exchanges. "I won't be upset if you do. I can always correct you." You stood your ground, watching how his face reacted to your statement. You expected a wave of fear to surge through his eyes— and waited for the confident, shit eating grin to falter. However you were shocked to see his confidence heighten and his smirk uplift further.

"Do you need a ride?" He looked out at the dark sky. He changed the subject, leaning towards the prospect that he had no idea what your name was— it was just a way to get you to say it.

"You don't know my name, do you?"

"I asked if you needed a ride, Sweetheart."

"And give you the location of my home. I think not--" You turned on your heels and proceeded down the small flight of stairs leading towards the parking lot.

"If you insist, just don't get your ass handed to you out there. Would hate to see your name in the paper—" he tutted, following you down and stopping at the bottom of the stairs. You however continued to walk, eyes officially focused towards the exit.

"If you could even recognize it." You didn't even bother to turn to look at him— and you raised your hand as if to say goodbye. "See ya," you called after you gave a small wave, and continued your steady pace back home.

Walking through the door of your apartment, you unpacked the day with your gym bag; throwing the work out clothes from earlier into the waiting washing machine. "Wait a damn minute," you paused, closing the heavy lid and listening to it latch. Your brow furrowed, feeling that magma resurface again, bringing the heat back to your cheeks— "Did he call me Sweetheart?"

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No Name

Part 2/4

Gladiolus X Fem!Kingsglaive!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk.

Story based on Anon Request! See Part 1 for full details!

Enjoy! -Rosie

Want to continue? Here is Part 3 and Part 4

The following week after your run in with Gladiolus, you had been stressed and high strung. Though you kept your cool on the exterior— you could not deny the fact that you were exceedingly worried. Every time you came to work, you expected a powwow waiting for you within the briefing room. The marshal with his stern, merciless gaze, beside the General who sported something similar with a deepening scowl. Then you worried about Gladio; smug look written on his face at the fact that you were now caught and would be prepared for the Stony Lonesome.

However, as the week drudged along— and you remained unscathed from the law and the wrath that it held— you began to fall back into your normal routine. And you no longer jumped at shadows when turning corners throughout the Citadel. With that being said; your boldness from before grew back stronger then ever.

It only took one very long evening in the Glaive training room to bring you back to your further faults. Before you knew it, you were rounding the corner and taking the hallway that lead straight to the Royal Training Room.

You were not stupid, however, and learned your mistake the moment after you made it. When you were caught you had went late at night. Early in the morning however— You felt would be a safer bet. No one in their right minds would be training at 3 in the morning.

The moment you slid the keycard from your pocket and tapped it against the receiver, you felt a silent wash of relief. With a forceful push, you opened the door revealing the dark, inky depths of the room. You were most certainly in the clear. With the aid of your phone flashlight, you were able to find the light switch, which bathed the training area in an familiar florescent lighting. There was a hidden pride beneath your skin as you trekked across the wooden floor towards the mens locker room— You were alone, and you were the first to grace light into the kingdom of exercising. And for whatever reason, it made your heart sing.

You exercised for about an hour, focusing more on your hand to hand combat. Your fists had become great friends with the black, shiny, vinyl punching bag. Your foot reaching up to make the occasional greeting as well. You were satisfied, and were quick to shower and shuffle into your uniform before attempting to leave unnoticed. You even went so far as to shut off the lights again; bestowing the gift of giving light to the kingdom once again. And with elegance and a smidge of grace, you exited the gym, making sure it locked behind you.

You were relieved. It seemed the luck that you were sure had run dry, flowed abundantly from the well in which you drew it from. That was until you turned the corner and ran straight into the Shield himself. Your body collided square into his, and since he was built like a brick wall, you were the one who came tumbling towards the floor, bag falling right after you.

With your eyes wrenched shut, you waited for the tile floor to connect with your ass. However a set of strong hands and arms seemed to effortlessly keep you from meeting such a demise. "I am so sorry," you sputtered, those arms were tight around your frame and you swore the corridor had shot up in temperature. You were caught, yet again and this time, he had you detained.

You squinted your tightly wired eyes open, to catch the amused grin that seemed to grow on Gladio's face. God you were so close to him, and you were growing ever more nervous by the way his large hands fanned across your lower back. Sheepishly, you forced your hands to rest on his chest before pushing yourself away. "Sorry for running into you—" your eyes glued to your feet. You recognized the emptiness in your hand, fingers groping helplessly at the air.

"Don't worry about it… No name." His voice held a drip of malice, but nothing warranting terrible dread. To say you were shocked he didn't can you right then and there— was an understatement; Considering the hundreds of things you had said that not a single soul in the Citadel had the kahunas to say. But that is what always set you apart. You partly wished it was some other weird quirk or anything else besides your sharp tongue and lack of a filter— to put it mildly. "I assume you trained today…" There came the tone of accusation, as he bent down and found your bag. He tugged it from the ground and held it to his side.

"Nonsense," you chided, "I just carry that around for show." You tried to swipe the handles of your bag from his hand, however he tugged it away before your fingers had the second to touch it.

"Yeah? and the keycard. You get that by stealing it? Let me guess… just for show too right?" He parried back, thick eyebrow crawling up his forehead. The smirk he held attempted to cut you down. However, you were like a strong, unmoving reed. It would take more then a sharp glare and smirk to wither your resolve. You straightened your posture.

"I am not a thief," you met his gaze, throwing back your own unique look— Quirked eyebrow accompanied by a less then amused scowl. "I am an upstanding citizen, thank you very much. Just a citizen who enjoys alone time, much like you enjoy harassing people." You shot your hand out again to try and retrieve your belongings. Again, he moved it from your reach and now held it behind him.

The fire that raged behind your eyes seemed to match his to the exact caliber. However, yours burned with irritation, while his seemed to fall on the side of amusement. "Then how did you get it?"

"A legal way, as far as you are concerned. Just give me back my shit." You sighed, trying to side step him and take the bag that dangled carelessly through his loose, thick fingers. He evaded your attempt once again, and shook his head.

"Give me your name first." His demand was simple, and it would be simple to give it to him. It wasn't like you didn't know it. Hell, you lived your whole life with it. But there was something called pride that struck within your chest— and the idea that he very well could come after you with the knowledge of your name. And the nightmare that seemed to boil in the back of your mind would grow into a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation. The last thing you wanted to be looking at was a paper of your forced resignation or termination.

"I told you, I don't have one. Unless you have a hearing problem," you quipped back, hands finding their way to rest on the swell of your hips.

"I don't see what's so difficult-"

"Everything. I need to go to work, so my things, please." Sure your words were polite, but the way they fell from your lips showed everything but politeness. And how it felt sliding from your tongue made you wish to swallow them back up— but there was no time to back track now. You were too far deep. You stretched your had out to accept the bag.

He looked you over before slowly handing your bag back to you, handles depositing into your outstretched palm. "You are a piece of work. Better hope no one else catches you. They won't be so lenient." You were shocked once again by him. His benevolence did not trickle onto the side of cocky, nor did it expect you to sing his praises. It simply was a warning, You're off the hook.

He held your gaze for a moment longer; amber eyes challenging you. You were never one to give in easily. With a coy smile, you bubbled a trite goodbye and thank you before shuffling around him.

You kept your face and focus solely on getting away from him again, like a cat that just used up one of it's nine lives. Surely your luck would run dry. But you were determined to try the line until it had.

You were too focused on escaping to notice Gladio, turning to watch as you left— smile upon his lips.

Work had seemed to drag on slowly. The post you were assigned was a boring one and rather slow. However, you always found ways to keep yourself entertained-- Your mind trailing back without your say so, to that morning, in Gladio's arms. And strangely enough, your heart seemed to palpitate faster than it usually had. The idea that he could have, and probably should have let you bust your tail bone on the ground, seemed to toy with your heart. It ignited long past dead sparks to pop within your stomach and chest. He could have turned you in, he had you in his grasp-- most literally.

But he didn't. And that rested with you for the entirety of your 12 hour shift. He let you live another day.

The next day you had caught a group of girls fawning over someone in the hallway outside the briefing room. They were gasping about his height, his rippling pectorals, don't even mention his eyes. He was a dreamboat, and they died and went to heaven. "He was searching for someone," one of them said.

"Searching?" another questioned,

"Yeah! For a glaive, at least that's the rumor! A girl maybe!"

The description was enough for your stomach to flip and your blood to turn cold. Here they think this "Dreamboat" is on the prowl for a new squeeze. However, he was in hot pursuit of a supposed bandit with too high of access for her rank. And now he was infiltrating your home base. The act of kindness was surely just a front. It wouldn't be long now until you were looking for new jobs, or arrested for trespassing or treason.

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Yo! your blog rocks and i see it's only beginning, so im throwing in a request if you can do it ill be on cloud 9. im a Gladio fan so if i can get a fluffy one with him that be swell. like the big man offering flowers to reader from time to time before asking her out. thx XXX

No Name

Part 1/4

Gladiolus x Fem!Kingsglaive!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Authors Note: Hello Anon! I am so sorry this took FOREVER for me to write. (And when I mean forever— I mean FOREVER) I am sure you moved on by now and left this fandom in your rear view mirror, but I will never leave a request unfulfilled— even if it becomes dusty within my request box. But I hope I can make up for the lengthy time gap by giving you a huge story in return. This is probably the longest fic I have written and published ever in my life! I hope I did your request justice, as well as Gladio! Enjoy!

With all this being said, I am now getting to the other request in my inbox! I am so sorry for the wait everyone. Just know I am doing my best to fulfill your requests! For the time being, lets bring on the Gladio love!! -Rosie

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk. (Slow burn)

Like it and wish to continue? Here is Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The morning after a rough, emotionally tolling evening, always held a bit of a sting. When you woke, it was almost like you had forgotten everything that had occurred. Your eyes groggily drank in the cracked pattern of plaster on your ceiling, before trudging down to the split within your curtains. Sunlight fought to stream through the thick fabric, and managed only a bit, giving a small beam of golden light to your bedroom. You sighed, arm falling limply over your eyes in hopes to filter out the small victory the sun had against your curtains. Your alarm hadn't gone off yet, and you had no intentions of getting up any earlier then you already had to.

Motionless you laid, waiting for your body to lull back to sleep. However seconds seemed to drag on more like hours, and your mind began its menial task of compartmentalizing all you had to do for that day.

It wasn't until you finally gave in to your roused state, when everything began to set in again. Disappointment. Sheer and utter disappointment. Not to mention dread. With a heavy sigh, your arm that draped over your eyes shot up and grabbed your phone that rested on your nightstand; still connected to the charger. You were shocked— That even through your anguish, you still managed to put your phone on the hook. That was beside the point. You blinked away the haze within your eyes and read the time that sat in bold white letters against your lock screen. 7:30.

You shifted to sit up, back resting on the headboard of your bed. Unlocking your phone, you sifted through social media, text messages, old pictures, you even flittered through little time wasting games that somehow made it onto your phone. You did this, only to avoid the dating app that had started it all. The reason a crashing headache seemed to throb directly behind your eyes.

The gnawing voice in the back of your mind asked that you open it— Check to see if that guy left you a message. Check to see if he even read the one you had sent. However, the logical part of you itched to delete it, removing every last drop from the memory your phone carried. Inner turmoil raged within your foggy mind, and you sat there staring at the app as if it were the devil— coaxing you to do wrongfully. Your thumb came dangerously close to hitting the app in means of opening it— until your saving grace pulled you from the trance.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, a name splayed as a banner at the top of your screen. Prompto Argentium. Your good friend. You had met by pure happenstance in the Citadel, he was lost on his way to meet up with the Prince. One wrong turn had him treading through the opposite wing of the Citadel. Before he knew it he was nearing the Glaive briefing room, with confusion written across his freckled face. You were the one who found him, and kindly walked him to his destination.

It didn't take long for the two of you to become friends, and exchanged information to keep in touch.

With a shadow of a grin on your face, you answered the phone with a trite greeting.

"Hey you, How did the date go? I have been thinking about you all day. Please tell me it went well." Prompto's chipper voice seemed to do more damage then good; absentmindedly rubbing salt within your wounds.

"Terrible, to put it bluntly," You sighed, voice thick. You cleared it and pushed yourself to sit upward, elbows digging into your legs.

"Why? What happened? He sounded like he was it." Disappointment reflected in Prompto's voice, as if he felt just as broken up as you did. Well more like numb at this point.

"He stood me up. I sat at the restaraunt for an hour before giving up. Lets face it Prompto, romance is dead, and hookups are all the rage. No one wants genuine love—" You were silently waving your white flag in surrender to the gods. As if to beg them to stop adding insult upon injury. They won, and you were now fine with that.

"That is not true. It is out there. You just... gotta sift through the bad ones first." He sighed, "You aren't alone. I'm in the same boat. But just because that dude was a loser, doesn't mean all dudes suck."

You wanted to laugh, but swallowed the urge as you swung your feet to hover over the floor. "They do all suck."

"Hey!—"

"Well except you." You shrugged with a hint of a smile. "Look, I am not all bent out of shape about it. Just sucks is all. But I think I need a break from all of that. Its getting to be taxing on my mental health."

"Take care of yourself, girl! Forget about dudes. Tell ya what, maybe we should meet up for lunch. How does Tony's sound? All you can eat bacon—" Prompto was the king at advertising. And damn did bacon sound good.

"Breakfast for lunch— I am in."

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That night, as you were walking through the halls of the Citadel, gym bag slung over your shoulder— You didn't allow your mind to argue your decision. You deleted the dreaded dating app, and locked your phone. The feeling that seemed to wash over you was strange. While part of you felt freed from the chains that the app held onto you— there was a note of disappointment. But you swallowed it quickly while reaching deep into your pocket and pulling out a small keycard.

You were far from where you truly belonged, edging towards the opposite side of the Citadel from where you usually worked, trained, and dwelt. It was known that there were designated training rooms for those within the Crownsguard, as well as the Royalty. It was also common knowledge that the individuals holding those high positions had keys to enter those rooms. You however, had an in.

As you neared the large gym doors, you glanced around the nearly vacant hallway. It stretched to the left and right of you for a good distance, before branching off to other smaller corridors. Luckily, they were all empty— The only sound came from your approaching feet and the hum from the air conditioning that rushed through metal plated grates near the ceiling. With a practiced, swift maneuver, you tapped the key onto the metal receiver. You were rewarded with a satisfying click, signifying your allowance into the locked room. The metal handle of the door snapped as you shoved it open.

Unlike the training room where the glaives all gathered, this one was nicer; more spacious, and air conditioned. To add the cherries on top— It was hardly used. And at 8:30 at night, it remained vacant. The gym was empty, aside for the equipment that was scattered across the wooden flooring. You were in the clear.

Like the past two weeks you had been visiting the Royal Training Room, you made a steady strut to the woman's locker room to change out of your uniform and into something with a bit more flexibility. However, when you approached the door, you were met with a sign. In black bold face letters it read: CLOSED FOR MATENENCE. "Of course," You sighed, head tilting in attempt to stretch the muscles that seemed to bunch up in your neck. There was no other choice but to retreat to the next locker room over— the men's. Not that it mattered of course, there was no one around. You were alone. You walked the few paces to your left and stepped through the door, sliding your heavy gym bag from off your shoulder.

You hardly looked up as you dumped your bag to the floor. But as soon as you did, you caught a flash of movement. Your gaze whipped from the tile to a large man, white towel clinging to the slight swell in his hips. Your eyes raked up the figure, starting at the calves and growing ever so slowly upward. The figure had a tattoo that stretched from his lower back, and painted his tanned skin all the way across his shoulder blades and bled towards his arms. The detailed ink made the shape of a bird and its wings… and could only be owned by none other then—

"Care to explain why you are here?" His gruff voice reverberated off the walls, and spiked the nervousness in your chest. The muscular man turned to look at you, a second towel clenched in his hand; sopping up the moisture from his soaked, dark brown hair. He seemed unbothered that you had walked in on him, post shower and half naked. However he held a scowl that could be written off as deadly— especially for someone who absolutely did not belong there at all. His thick eyebrow slowly climbed up his forehead, thick lips beginning to flatten into a displeasing line.

You caught yourself gawking and swallowed hard before whipping your head towards the floor. Crouching, you snagged the handles of your bag and threw it over your shoulder. "I am so sorry, I did not mean to intrude. The woman's—"

"I am well aware. I'm talking about in general." He was blunt, and shot straight to the point.

"Ah, I am not sure." You were in for it now. And to spoil all of the luck you had rushed in with the past few weeks— you were busted by the Sworn Shield of the Prince. "Again, my mistake, I will leave."

"No you won't. and don't act like you just stumbled in here. I am not an idiot."

Of course not, you wanted to say, there is a key to get in— "Look, It was my mistake. I will just go—"

"How did you get in here?" Gladiolus gruffly asked. You sighed and took two steps closer to the door; back turned to him to avoid his tempered gaze. At least what you imagined it was.

You had an insider's help— at least that was the honest answer. Were you prepared to give that answer? absolutely not. That would just be throwing Prompto under the bus. You swallowed thickly, bolstered up your bravery and straightened your back. Confidence, you've read in a psychology textbook, can sometimes work within your favor. "I'm afraid I cant share that information."

Gladio huffed, clicking his tongue. The towel he had been drying his hair with was thrown to the bench in front of him. "You best, or you will find yourself in a heap more trouble then you are already in. This training room is for authorized personnel only and as much as I admire the Glaive, you do not count."

The back handed, not really, but kind of a compliment made your heart swell. But only for a moment— It was pilfered rapidly by the growing nerves that continued to pulsate through your veins; even despite your desperate attempts to quell it by bolstering fake confidence. You bowed your head and took another side step to the door. "Yes, I know. I don't have ill intentions. I just like the peace and quiet. The Glaive training room is always crowded, loud and I hardly have space to work with. But like I said: I can't tell you anything. I am sorry again,"

Another step had you half way through the small juncture before the door. You were almost free. "You wait for me outside the locker room. We are not finished with this, and you are not leaving. This is serious."

Serious, he acted like using a gym was a grade A felony. But in fear of being hunted down by what everyone knew as one of the strongest men in the Citadel, you rather not take any chances. You gave him a subtle wave of your hand before finally leaving the locker room.

Part of you felt stupid for not running. He didn't catch your face, or at least to your knowledge— and he had no other information. If you made a break for it, then could he really come after you? You weighed out your options, feet nervously stuttering beneath you. Your foot moved towards the door, however as quickly as your mind changed its thinking; it cemented back in place. You balanced on this uncomfortable precipice for what felt like ever— until you made your decision: leave.

You unglued your heavy foot from off the ground, and took your first step towards freedom. But it ended quickly when the locker room door hinges squealed with dread. Instinctually, you whipped your head around. Gladio stood easily 6'6, rippling muscles cascaded up his thick biceps and continued throughout his upper half. The thin, tight, tank top that Gladio wore seemed to leave very little to the imagination. This man was built. And leaving probably meant your demise. But in the same regard— staying could mean the same as well. Again you swallowed the thickness in your throat and you turned fully to face the Shield. "Listen, Gladio. I don't really want trouble. I just came here looking for a peaceful work out. Sorry for barging in on you, and sorry for being here." Your words sounded more confident than you truly felt, which you supposed could be a good thing… after all, Psychology.

"I will ask again, and I want the real answer. How the hell did you get in here?" Did he just fully ignore you? You were growing tired of the constant questioning. Despite the welling of fear that pooled in your stomach, you flashed a cheeky smirk. You learned far more in your Psychology classes than you had ever thought.

"Maybe you shouldn't leave the door unlocked, it would save from all this trouble." You shrugged, head tilting to the automatic locking door. Reverse Psychology. Snark usually got you nowhere. That is what your mother always said in her usual strict, no nonsense tone. And she was always right on every account. But it didn't make it any less appealing to speak that way.

You were lucky to catch the cascading thoughts flooding through Gladio's mind. His amber eyes told the story well. It began with fear, back tracking through his past hour— then a sudden crash of realization-- then the final touch of sharpness when he picked up on your idiocy. "Enough of the games—"

"Like I said Gladio, It was great meeting you, but unfortunately this is beginning to bore me, and I have places to be this evening. Its been swell." You turned on your heels with a little bit of oomph, hair whipping to follow your wake. You trekked with a steady step towards the door.

"Hold it! I didn't even get your name!" he shouted, voice booming against the walls of the training room. You waited for him to grab you and detain you. Which he was more than capable of doing; considering you were in the wrong, committing crimes against the Citadel— even if they did seem insignificant. However that wasn't going to stop you from making a break for it.

You only tilted your head back to respond: "Sorry for being inconsiderate… As unfortunate as it sounds, I was never given a name."

"That's bullshit." His voice flickered away from the strict tone it usually carried. It cracked as if to show a bit of amusement. Were you amusing the Prince's Shield? You knew you were dead meat, and most likely were about to be in a long ass conference with the General, Marshal, and most likely the witness of your heinous crime. Boldness and confidence occasionally worked within your favor, and you were ready to gamble that.

"Says the guy with a name. Catch ya later!" You pushed hard at the gym doors, and quickly made your get away.

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I know this is a writing page, but I wanted to show you all some of my drawings! I know they can't compare to the hundreds of artists for this fandom, but I wanted to show you my progress!

The graphite drawing I had completed 5 years ago when I first fell in love with Ignis and his character!

The digital piece is one I just finished today! I gave it the title Sunrise.

I know this isn't my usual content, but it's still FFXV related. I have some stories in the works and a request that I am fulfilling! I am hoping to post them soon.

Have a great day everyone! -Rosie

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That's so beautiful, you totally nailed him! Also love the lighting in the second one, it's always great to see such improvement over the years. I love drawing as well, may I should give Iggy a shot some time :D

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OMG thank you for all of your kind words! ❤️💕 you are amazing at drawing!! You captured Noctis so well, holy crap! I love the detail you have in the first one, and the emotion in the second— just absolutely stunning! Keep drawing! I would love to see more of your work!

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Hey there <3 first of all I'm so happy there are other people except me still active in this fandom because oh boy I feel so lonely :') I just stumbled upon your blog and honestly I don't know if you're even accepting requests, but I'd be over the moon for some fluffy relationship headcanons for Noctis <3 he's like? the love of my life?? and really helps me keep it together nowadays. Feel free to ignore this if you're not comfortable with it, I'm just glad to see active people 🖤

OMG Thank you so much for your request! I came back to this blog and figured that the fandom was long dead. It makes my heart sing knowing that there are others that still wish to see FFXV content! I would love to fill in any requests you have to the best of my abilities! Send anything my way. But here is what I have for you. I totally went overboard. I hope you enjoy!

Noctis X Reader

Relationship Headcanons

Noctis loves videogames. He plays them all the time with Prompto. He even goes so far as to hang out at arcades. Thats where he met you.

He thought he loved videogames, fishing and sleeping more then anything in the world… That was until he saw you brandishing a controller shaped like a gun, blasting your way through a hoard of zombies. Prompto was off looking at other games, expecting Noctis to be trailing behind him. NOPE. Noct is watching you. You were really good, as if it you learned how to blast zombies the moment you learned to walk.

Turns out you loved videogames just as much as he does, and here you are.

You bet your ass that if you didn't have a gaming system, he would get you everything you needed for the best set up. He would even set it all up to look and feel like you. It would be a whole vibe. You want a cozy vibe? He's on it. You want a color theme, expect everything to be that color. He is probably more enthused about this than you.

When your system (Console or PC) arrives, he would be over the moon to unpack it with you. In your pajamas, you would pull everything out. Packing peanuts and bubble wrap surrounding you as if it were Christmas. He would insist that he is the master at videogames, and doesn't need the directions. He would toss them over his shoulder and proceed to try to set everything up with solely the use of his mind.

The two of you would make the best out of the moment. He would throw packing peanuts at you--- before you know it, you are both goofing off, totally off of task.

When back on task, He gets confused as to which hard drive fits where… where did the directions go? They were lost in the wreckage of your battle with the packing peanuts. Laughing and trying to search through tears, you would find them hidden beneath his butt. He would look at you sheepishly before taking it and skimming it. "I knew that-" he would claim with a roll of his eyes.

He would buy games to play with you. He is the kind of guy who would play Minecraft with you as a form as a date. But would you have it any other way? No!

Snuggled up in blankets and within his arms, you would build your world. Your beds would be next to each others. And you would do every task together.

Building-- He would get you supplies and help you build your vision.

Hunting and Farming-- he is getting you the animals and protecting them from the hostile mobs. Want a specific horse? He will travel across multiple maps to find it.

Mining? He is your strong arm. He is ready to take out the mobs that attack you. "Get behind me, I got this." he would state, and with the bravery of a true future king, he'd rush in. You get all the diamond armor, and tools. He has to protect the most important thing to him of course.

You are lost in a cave, he will come and find you. "I think I know where I am at," You would be laughing hysterically, moving through the blocky and dark environment.

"I turn my back for two seconds and you are gone," He is shaking his head, amusement reflecting within his tone.

"I got distracted by the cute Axolotls! Not my fault they draw me in." you would look up at him, watching his face light up with adoration.

"Let me find you, and we can make a tank of them. Just stay in one place."

You would play until late at night, and would find yourself dozing off, head on his chest. He is still dead set on building you this Axolotl tank, and naming them cute names. He would notice your screen below his, still staring at the same furnaces for the past ten minutes.

Smiling, he would look down at you, watching as you snuggled closer to his chest, eyelids fluttering from sleep. Brushing your hair from your face, He would place a soft kiss to your head. In that moment, there is nothing more perfect. You are his everything. He would allow you to sleep while he finished the tank. But knowing you, you wanted to search for the Axolotls together. He would turn off the console and carry you to bed.

His other love is fishing.

The first time he takes you fishing, he makes sure you are fully equipped for a great time. He makes sure you have food, a drink, and a chair so you are comfortable.

And if you want to learn how to fish, he will teach you in a heart beat. Standing on a dock in the woods, overlooking a small pond-- he would run you through the basics. Of course he is a pro, so he has one of the harder reels to fish with. The spool is an open face, making it tougher to cast without getting the line tangled. To mitigate knotting the fishing line, he would cast the line out for you.

"Each lure has a different specialty," He'd begin his lesson. His tackle box is organized by the types of lures. Top water lures had their own tray, soft baits the middle, and the lower tray had the deep diving lures. He would get you set up with the best lure for the environment.

He'd show you how to jerk the pole to attract the fish. After reeling in, he would cast the lure out again before handing you the pole. "You try."

You were unsuccessful the first few casts, and decided to relinquish the power back to the King of Fishing.

He would give you his baseball hat to wear, to keep the sun from your eyes.

As the sun slowly dove behind the trees, and the fireflies started their glowing ritual over the pond. You would find yourself sitting on the dock beside Noct, head resting on his shoulder while he fished. The sound of the crickets seemed to sooth you, warm summer breeze brushing against your skin.

You could feel the muscles moving in his shoulder as he reeled his lure in. He pulled the pole back, casting the lure back out to the pond. After a while, he would get tired of the lure he was using. That's where you came in. He would ask you to pick out a lure for him to use.

He had so many, there was no way you could pick the right one. Sifting through his box, you chose the brightest, most colorful lure. It was a top water lure, Which meant it floated on the surface. You were quick to hand it over to him and he fastened it to the clasp.

"Blow on it for luck," he moved the lure close to you. Looking between him and the lure you smiled with a questioning look on your face. Gently, you blew onto the lure. With his good luck charm, he casted the lure out and it plopped into the center of the small pond.

He reeled in for a moment, before something huge came leaping out of the water, attacking his bait. The man had never jumped up so fast in his life. He would set the hook. Quickly and urgently, he would hand you the pole and coach you as you reeled in the fish. And when you landed it, he helped you pull it onto the dock.

A huge largemouth bass was hooked onto your lure. "Holy shit, that's huge!" he would exclaim, getting the fish off of the hook. If you were bold enough, he would have you hold the fish. He would be in awe, taking a picture of you with the huge fish. If you didn't want to hold it, he would, and have you pose beside him. That was his new favorite picture.

He will forever call you his good luck charm. He never had anyone, even himself, blow on a lure before. It was a spur of the moment idea. and hell, it worked. Every time you'd fish together, he has you pick out his lures and blow on them for good luck.

That fish picture is the background on his phone. You would find him unlocking his phone, just to look at it. When he's caught up doing his Royal Duties, he will use that picture as a tether. It always seemed to comfort him, seeing your smile, wearing his old baseball cap.

He will tell everyone about how you out-fished him. You are the fishing master now.

Naptime was always the best when you were with him.

Netflix and Chill? More like Netflix and Sleep. He would find a movie that you both would like. With that on, the two of you would fall into a pleasant slumber. He would rub comforting circles into your back, fingertips dancing against your skin. It would take him no time at all to fall asleep in this state.

If you were to fall asleep before him, he would kiss your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, or nose and tell you just how much he loves you.

If he dozes first, you would snuggle close and watch him as he slept. His face relaxed, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheek bones. Kissing his cheek, you would snuggle your face into the crook of his neck.

The sound of his breathing and heart beat would be everything you needed to fall asleep.

You two would wake up to the sound of the loud credits playing after the movie would end. "Wanna order dinner?" he'd ask, this voice deep from sleep. You would both agree and try to watch the movie again, this time with dinner in your laps.

This is my first time writing for Noctis, and I hope I did him justice! Thank you so much for your request! ❤️ If you have any others, feel free to send them my way!

[rosiewritesstuff]

I know this is a writing page, but I wanted to show you all some of my drawings! I know they can't compare to the hundreds of artists for this fandom, but I wanted to show you my progress!

The graphite drawing I had completed 5 years ago when I first fell in love with Ignis and his character!

The digital piece is one I just finished today! I gave it the title Sunrise.

I know this isn't my usual content, but it's still FFXV related. I have some stories in the works and a request that I am fulfilling! I am hoping to post them soon.

Have a great day everyone! -Rosie

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A Thin Line

Ignis Scientia X Kingsglaive!Fem!Reader

Description: After the fall of Insomnia, and nearly losing your life— you still remain as loyal to the crown as ever. No wounds or damage done to you could stop you from joining the Royal Retinue on their travels— good or bad. However, Ignis Scientia feels differently.

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of Blood, PTSD, and graphic description of injuries. Read at your own risk.

Authors Note: This was fun to write. It's the duality of Ignis' duty to his Liege, as well as his deep rooted feelings for his significant other. I feel that he would be in a constant internalized battle at all times until he branches into madness.

I also reference that I think the Reader and Ignis in their young ages, before the game begins, would not have liked each other. The reader is a bit quirky, reckless, and defiant. Where Ignis is pretty straight laced, overly cautious, and serious. Despite their drastically different personalities, and once they mature; they would grow to love each other and find comfort within their differences.

With that said, I also believe Ignis Scientia is a giant closet dork. There are references to Star Trek Original Series in this story. I believe 100% that he will never talk about it, (except to his S/O) but he feels that he can greatly relate with Spock. Since I feel that the Reader and Ignis are close to polar opposites, personality wise— I depict them acknowledging that by alluding to Spock and Dr. McCoy's (Bones) tense relationship. Spock and Bones are constantly bickering and at odds with one another. I could talk for hours about this parallel, but I won't! (I did not watch hours upon hours of STOS to pin point this at all!) I hope you enjoy!

His nightmare had come to life— and in a second all he saw was red and heard your name tear through the cracking gunfire and raging snaps of metal upon metal. He knew how foolish he was, but your stubbornness always got the better of him.

"And I don't feel comfortable with you coming along," Ignis snapped as he tossed the remainder of his medical supplies into a bag before shoving out of the bathroom with you in tow.

"I'm almost healed, you said so yourself! I'm fine, quit babying me—"

He whipped around, sharp green eyes piercing your gaze. "I'm not babying you. I'm trying to protect you, there's only so much I can do." He tossed the bag onto the bed and tore the phone charger from the outlet near the nightstand. "It's dangerous and you are still not healed. I can't keep all my attention on you and Noctis."

"I don't need all of your attention. Look," you gave a quick kick in the air, bandaged leg holding your weight while your other swiftly penetrated the air. One fluid motion demonstrated that you could hold up on your leg with no issue. But that didn't phase him.

"You can kick the defenseless air?" He sneered as he carefully and neatly rolled the cord around his knuckles and tucked it into his bag, followed by the block of the charger.

"I can support myself. I don't need you to watch over me. I know Noct is more important than me and that's fine—"

You were treading on dangerous grounds and you felt that by the quick, sharp glance that nearly cut through you like a knife. He clicked his tongue as he zipped the bag aggressively and turned on his heels.

"Darling, I won't say it again. You will be staying here, and that's—"

The hotel room door opened and Gladio came flooding in, with his own rucksack hanging off his shoulder. "Need me to take this?—" His hand froze on your bag's handles, feeling the tension as if it were steam in a sauna. He glanced up at Ignis who stood with his head tilted, eyes sharp and brows cocked in a challenging stance. While you stood in your very short, sleeping shorts and a tank top, arms crossed tightly across your chest. All of your weight was deposited on your wounded leg.

The staring contest was at a championship level, two stubborn mules with no intention of letting up. You turned your head to look at Gladio. "Yes, please. Thank you, Gladiolus. I can shove my pajamas in Specs' bag."

Gladio took the liberty to glance at Ignis, his lips pulled into a very thin line. That sour look only growing deeper and heavier. He has seen fights spur between the two of you before. Some were so loud he needed to physically remove one party to another room. That usually was you. So the argument between you both was very normal. But what was unusual was the knowledge that you were romantic towards one another. And that this fight was not nearly as explosive as the hundred others before. It was like a silent fight of dominance, challenging gazes used as a sharp tool to sever forces of willpower. But who would cave first? Gladio didn't want to find out.

"Is that okay, Iggy?" The glare Gladio was receiving spoke the answer as if it were bold faced and flashing like a neon sign.

"You don't need his approval. I'm coming, and that's final." You sighed, grabbing your new uniform from the made up bed and turned to the bathroom.

Gladio was nervous, watching the way Ignis retorted, and mumbled beneath his breath. He grabbed his bag for his clothing and tossed it to the bed he was near. The bathroom door snapped loudly, causing the corner of Ignis lips to twitch in a displeased fashion.

"Am I taking her bag?"

"I suppose you are." The way Ignis' voice hissed made Gladio's resolve wither. Just as Gladio hooked the handles to your duffle bag onto his forearm and tugged it upward he heard Ignis raise his voice. "There is a thin line betwixt bravery and stupidity,"

Gladio did his best to shuffle out of the room before your raging response. He hardly caught the beginning of your annoyed sigh, before the room door snapped shut and locked.

The car ride was just as excruciating. The pair of you were not bickering, but shot dangerous, nearly blood thirsty glares at one another. You opted to sit in the back with Gladio and Noctis. You were friendly with your other company, but pranced around Ignis with playful quips and sassy remarks only fueling his fire further. But being the cool headed advisor, he never let the aggravation grow past a trite glare.

Prompto made a daring comment while at a rest stop— that you two hardly appeared to be lovers. And in fact were more like enemies with benefits. Of course Prompto was not careful with his volume and was caught by the least appealing subject of that accusation.

Prompto nearly begged you to relinquish the back seat, in fear that Ignis would strangle him if he got the chance. While you found the accusation to be kind of hysterical, your more than pissed boyfriend found it lacking tact. You could handle Ignis better anyway, and you relented your safe middle seat to the blonde.

Things began to settle down once the party made it to their destination at the Chocobo farm. Either you were both exhausted from ignoring each other, or you made up under everyone's noses, no one knew. But you both fell back into a more comfortable and cordial existence. Of course never showing affection or even the slightest taste of something more than friends. To everyone's dismay they were sent off on a wild goose chase for an enemy who was known for being dangerous. Back came the quips, anger and not so subtle jabs at one another.

Things remained peaceful despite the flames that raged between you and Ignis. That was until the lot had a run-in with the empire and a drop ship of MTs and a few Magitek Armor. Ignis hardly caught the scene, but noticed his love shout and take a fatal hit in an attempt to protect the Prince. Of course most literally taking a bullet for him. His nightmare had come to life— and in a second all he saw was red and heard your name tear through the cracking gunfire and raging snaps of metal upon metal. You warped towards the attacker and took them out before weakly falling into a heap in the grass.

The battle ended quickly after that, or maybe that's how it felt. Because the adrenaline that rushed through the advisor, seemed to quicken the process of destroying that pack of enemies.

"You're hurt!" Prompto bristled with worry at the sight of blood seeping from your side. Your shaking fingers were covered in crimson. The enemies laid dead face down, and machinery laid as piles of junk on the side of the road. It took Ignis no time to rush to you, and there came the anger. Of course it was subtle behind the mask of dread.

"I'm fine," you evaded Ignis nurturing hands. Your bloody ones brushing the crimson to his. "I said quit worrying. I'm not the priority, you and I both know that."

Noctis dropped to his knees next to you, his best friend, who was now ambling to get to your feet. "Thanks for taking that for me." He offered a hand and you gratefully took it as he hoisted you to your feet.

You always played the game of being unphased well, by smiling brightly at the king. "Ain't no thing. If anyone is to get shot, it better be the least important, right?" Your self deprecating jokes were always welcomed and Noctis laughed. You took a deep breath and took your thick kingsglaive coat off of your shoulders and used it as a large gauze to add pressure in hopes to end the bleeding.

However Ignis didn't take your statement as a joke at all. It scraped him more like a jab towards him rather than making light of the situation. "Whatever," Noctis huffed, "just drop the bullshit and let Specs look at that when we get to camp."

"Yes, your highness," you muttered, gaze meeting the nearly swimming look in Ignis' stoic face.

As soon as the tent was set up at the haven, Ignis strictly pointed to the canvas flaps with his usual stern look. And as if the standoff never ended in Lestallum, you bit back with a glare of your own. But complied, bending and climbing inside the tent.

He had gotten the tent lit up, and had you strip into your underwear and bra. As he figured, you ripped your stitching as well. Your right leg had bled, and dried, the skin mangled from the torn stitching. He bit back the urge to shout at you, when his eyes examined the bullet wound that imbedded into your side. He recalled your snark as he attempted to help you on the battle field. I'm not the priority, you and I both know that.

He wanted to cry. But he swallowed the urge by speaking over the swelling emotions— "lay down so I can leverage this bullet out of your side."

You didn't respond with words, however sighed with a taste of frustration before laying down onto the hard floor of the tent. Ignis noticed your head bounced lightly against the unforgiving ground, and removed his blazer from his upper body and folded it. With one shaking hand, he lifted your head and rested the material beneath you before shifting to look at the wound on your side.

He began to shuffle through his medical bag, sifting through tools and the like. It wasn't obvious to the world, or to the boys, but to you in the confines of the tent— you recognized the shake in his hands as he lifted metal tools from the bag. "Maybe you're right, " you mumbled, floating gaze focusing on the canvas roof above you. "I just didn't think the line was that thin."

He swallowed hard, before selecting the tool and bringing it to your side; never meeting your gaze. "I'd like it if you'd be less reckless." His voice was quiet. His trained eyes examined the wound before he did his hackjob of a procedure. He picked his gaze up for a fleeting moment. "You may find yourself as the least important, but that's far from the truth." He cleaned the tool with alcohol, before bringing it close to your side. "Brace yourself."

He gave you a moment before entering the wound to extract the small bead that became of the bullet. He was shocked that it didn't penetrate further. You gritted your teeth, and hissed, balled up fist smacking hard at the ground. "Fuck!" You shouted as he pulled away and dropped the bullet into the bloodied gauze from your leg. "I'm not nearly as important as Royal Sasuke out there."

Ignis didn't get the reference, but didn't bother pondering on it further. "You still matter. Apparently more than you understand," he sighed, taking a cloth and quickly sopping up the blood that began to rush from the missing bullet. Despite the pain you felt, you looked at him. He seemed to be more in pain than you were, and guilt began to press against your chest now. You flopped your head back down to his jacket. The smell of his cologne lingered on the interior of it, and made your heart seize slightly.

"I'm sorry for being a dumbass. I should have stayed back." You muttered, "I know you mean well. And I very well am a liability to you guys—"

"That's not at all why I wanted you to stay with Iris and Talcott" Ignis' tone was a bit brash as he began the process of disinfecting the bullet wound. You hissed again, slamming your heel down, trying to keep your trunk still. Ignis' face knotted in discomfort as well, his free hand rubbing soft circles into your bare stomach.

"Then why?" Your voice bubbled like a hiss, growing sharp as the disinfectant stung against the fresh wound.

He was quick to dress the wound to prevent bleeding. He helped you sit up. Whimpers left your parted lips at the lingering pain and you caught the wash of sorrow in his eyes. You knew the answer immediately. But was it cruel that you wanted him to say it? The silence made it clear however, that you weren't ever going to receive an answer. And you lulled your head back, trying to endure the pain he didn't mean to administer as he dressed the wound.

The boys were laughing outside, you could hear the sound of Gladio's lighter snapping— and Prompto's phone was blasting the opening chime of Kings Knight.

"Dude! I got such a big harvest from the Zell trees! Check it, I got a bonus!"

"What the hell?! I never get that kind of luck—" Noctis retorted, the sound of the camping chair creaking made it clear that Noctis threw himself down while pouting.

"Iggy," You caught his attention as he finalized the tight gauze into place. His gaze flickered to yours as he gestured to your leg. You offered it up to him, and he delicately cradled your thigh in his hands. "I know what happened in Insomnia was scary. But I don't want you to worry. I made it out, I'm alive. There's a reason for it, I'm sure. And I want to use this opportunity to help you guys. You all are my reason to keep fighting and working. To see this all through." It all stung and was hard even for you to swallow. You noticed tears beginning to form in his eyes, despite the stone cold expression he wore.

You would never admit it to him or to anyone, but you still shook when drawing your kukris, and your thumb always lovingly brushed against the small parting gift from your friend and comrade, Nyx. You winced at things you never had before, and grew anxious whenever facing the soul-less machines of war The Imperial Army thought up. "This all sucks. And everything that happened, well that sucked too. There was a reason I made it out of the city. And damnit Iggy, I'll be damned if I'm not going to use this chance to protect the last shred of our leadership and friend. And sure things are harder with these injuries. But I can't be treated like I'm made of glass because of it. Fuck, I'm a Glaive. There's no giving up even if it gets hard. You know that."

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he grabbed another cotton pad and soaked it in disinfectant. "Ignis," you touched his face and stopped him before he could apply it to the wound. "I'll be more careful. Okay? I have a duty to protect Noctis too though. Can we agree that if it's for him, sacrifices are okay?"

His jaw tightened and his glistening eyes dropped slightly. "Okay." He faked a small, thin lipped smile, before bringing the cotton pad to your wound, yielding a powerful hiss from your lips. Your hands grabbed his shoulder tightly.

"Fucking Hell Scientia," your nails dug into the meat of his shoulder. He was sure they left small crescents on his skin despite the barrier his shirt provided. But he braced the pain knowing the pain you endured was more. He was just experiencing a symptom.

You swore you saw a reflection of something horrid in his gaze. As if you saw a small taste of the pain he felt from the sight of your blood beginning to dry to his hands.

He made quick work of the stitching, and hid the fact he struggled with the mangled and torn skin from your recklessness. He didn't have control in this situation, much like the situation in Insomnia. He never whispered or breathed a word about his fear. But it was evident, at least to you— just how deeply he was affected by what happened.

Because he didn't have control, his worry and stress seemed to translate into an overprotective beast. And your defiance tore away the control he did have, leaving him scrambling, high strung and prone to make reckless decisions himself. And you knew damn well that if Noctis and yourself were to get into a bind, it was Noctis he'd rescue before you. But that didn't mean he was okay with that decision. That didn't mean it didn't tear him apart.

And by the gentle way he held your leg in his hands, you knew it was a struggling point for him. He loved you. He truly did. And he hated that he wouldn't pick you first. He began to bandage your leg again, using the same firm gentleness from before.

"Ignis," your iron grip on him had softened significantly, your thumb now brushing against the sting left by your nails. He never picked up his gaze, focusing on finishing the bandages. "Are you thinking with your emotions or with logic? I'm pretty sure Spock would be very disappointed in you. Preparing to throw away your sworn duties for a girl."

That caught his attention and made him grin. "If we are to point fingers, I'm positive you disobeyed my logic due to pride and emotions." He finished up the gauze and pushed your leg away.

"Pulling the uno reverse card are you? Well if I am anyone, it's Bones, right? And he's overly emotional." You were careful to climb up on his thighs. And as rigid as he was about the advance of physical affection, he accepted you onto his lap. His bare forearms supported you in hopes to mitigate spreading your blood further.

"He's just emotional. You, are the overly emotional one. And trouble if I may be so bold." You cradled his head in your hands.

"You're pushing it, Specs," you warned, your thumbs gracing against his cheekbones. You weren't angry, and it was obvious by the smile growing on your face.

"Yet we aren't going to mention how you've been pushing my buttons all day?"

"I'm petty, you knew this. Don't be shocked." You shrugged, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"Dr. McCoy in every sense," he mumbled, as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Got that right, but in this case, I am madly in love with the emotionless Vulcan." You winked before carefully rolling off of his lap to locate your clothes.

"It's illogical for me to feel likewise. But I suppose that's the human half talking. Yes?"

You looked at him while carefully sliding on your pajama shorts that he had pulled from his bag, as well as your tank top. "Yes," you winced as you pulled the tank top over your new bandages. "but don't you lose your edge, you humanoid alien person creature," you helped clean up the gauze and mess that your wounds made.

He let out a small snort as he cleaned his hands and handed you his jacket to wear. "well don't scare this humanoid alien person creature, or whatever, like that again. There is no telling what disasters will befall us if I have to scrub your blood from beneath my nails one more time."

"Can't have that, you are the most sound person we have." You pressed a kiss to his cheek before tightening the fabric of his jacket around yourself. "I'll take a pole for dinner, I love you Pumpkin." You whispered in his ear before standing and leaving him with all of your bloody gauze. He bagged them up and tied it tightly before disposing of it completely. He was soon to follow, just catching you wrapping his coat around yourself tightly while talking with the boys and laughing.

You were a tough cookie, and it was obvious by how quickly you were willing to take more pain before all the other wounds you sustained were healed. And though it drove him to the brink of tears, he was proud of you. Because despite his deep feelings, and how devoted he had been to Noctis for so long, he was quick to abandon post for you. Even for a moment. However, you were the one who had to remind him of his duties. Albeit in reference to Spock. But you knew that would catch his attention and tether him back to the ground. Yes, even he needed a tether.

Some people tethered themselves by hobbies, by duties, or by vices. His however had a wicked sense of stubbornness and a tremendous amount of back sass. Part of him was thankful, and the other half was vexed. You were at his side in only a few short moments. "Results of the pole all lean towards three mushroom kabobs."

"Care to assist, Bones?"

"Help an emotionless creature like you?" Your eyebrow quirked, serious scowl pilfered by a smile. "I would absolutely love to."

Prompto had the gull to shout for the whole campsite to hear: "They do like each other! Fancy that!" Of course gaining a mixed reaction from the group, but the blonde caught a glimmer of a smile on Ignis' face.

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An Office Dinner

Ignis Scientia X Fem!Reader

A simple story about an overworked Advisor and his very supportive girlfriend. Enjoy!

Ignis Scientia was a tightly wound individual. A pack mule for brutal paperwork and responsibilities that anyone else his age would crumble under. And he never thought twice about his lifestyle. He would bite off more than he could chew, but would manage it fine on the exterior. It was a stunning display he upheld without any eyebrows raising in concern. He pulled off what many deemed a miracle, however he hardly bat an eye. It was his duty after all.

But Ignis was human, a human with an extinguished appetite for change. He would never breathe a word of it, yet his heart did yearn for a break in the least. His job never provided breaks, it was around the clock, demanding him of everything. He wouldn't accept anything less however.

The weight of his job only grew heavier when a council member, who worked beside the crown, dumped a load of work with a nearly impossible deadline.

"You think you can get this to me by the end of the week?"

Ignis looked at the stack of work, everything that had to be simplified for the prince for his own sake as well as other miscellaneous things. He checked the date on his laptop and nodded. "yes of course."

The over-achiever felt nearly defeated, however presented a confident facade. This earned a smile from the said council member. "Excellent, Friday then." And he left, his flowing outfit following after, nearly pinching into the office door as it shut.

Ignis looked at the date again. Tuesday, February 6th. He did the rough calculations in his head, he could bring the paperwork home, work on simplifying it there. In fact, he could stay and finish it tonight before making it home.  He finishes that tonight, then he will have plenty of time to get it to Noct and work over all of it on Wednesday and the morning of Thursday before the weekly meeting with the general. Perhaps before lunch on Wednesday he could have it read, signed and talked over for Friday morning. This plan seemed to suffice, among other tasks like Grocery shopping for both himself and the prince, as well as helping with school work and motivating the prince to study for exams.

His mind was spiraling trying to schedule and fit everything together for it to work. The stress made his head begin to ache, his eyes were going a little hazy. In the midst of his mental undoing— A knock at his office door made the buzz in his ears snap and his gaze focused on a worker in the citadel. Ignis had known this man for a while, they had worked together on a few projects here and there. They became close acquaintances, and Ignis grew to enjoy his company. Jerry was his name, he had a good taste in music; Ignis recalled. "If I don't see you tomorrow, Happy Birthday." He gave a small wave and his usual thin lipped smile.

"Thank you." Ignis urgently looked at the date on his computer again. Surely Jerry wasn't losing it, it was indeed his birthday tomorrow. How old was he again? He had to ponder that thought as he waved and smiled at Jerry as he left the office, shutting the door behind himself.  It took him a few moments before it came to him. "Twenty two. That's right." His words came off in a sigh. "How does one forget their own age."

It wasn't long until the sun was set, forcing the lamp to flick on in his office. Surely it was to be another late night. He was hardly a quarter of the way through the paperwork and it was already 6:30. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his canned coffee, Ebony. He sipped it deeply, hoping it would give him his second wind to complete the work. Tonight, Noctis insisted on ordering pizza with Prompto, so he didn't have that on his plate at least. He was far more relieved than the prince would ever know.

Ignis took a deep breath, palms rubbing his eyes. "Alright— here we go—" his phone buzzed in his pocket taking the wind out of his mustered up sails. He sighed, pulling the phone from his chest pocket. It was his girlfriend. Among all the things on his plate, he also maintained a relationship with his beloved. He had immediate guilt when your name popped up on his screen. You were the relief in the hailstorm work created, yet you received the back burner every day. He didn't give you nearly the attention you deserved, and he hardly heard about it other than one small emotional outburst. He knew it was coming, yet didn't rush in fast enough to extinguish the flames. Since then, you had held the utmost patience with him and for that he was eternally thankful.

You never would call when he was at work, mostly to keep from being too distracting, and because your relationship was completely confidential. So you always opted to text him while you were apart.

Another late one tonight?

He opened his phone and rubbed his eyes again. He knew you were at his place, probably preparing dinner. He hated the idea that you would sit alone at his apartment, waiting for him. Most nights he'd come home and you'd be asleep in front of the TV.

Unfortunately, yes.

He sent the message and rested the phone face up on the desk. His fingers touched the keys on his laptop, but the phone buzzed again before he could type any words.

Okay. You hang tight Scientia. ❤️

I will. I'm sorry sweetheart.

Don't be! I'll see you soon.

Not soon enough, dear.

He sighed as he locked the phone and proceeded to type. He was at it for about 20 minutes. He made progress, and finally hit the halfway point. He was beginning to grow hungry now, and his concentration tanked significantly. However, he cracked open another can of Ebony and proceeded onward, trekking through the mired fog that became of his mind. He didn't make it far until a gentle knock on his door startled him. "Come in," his voice was a little horse. He cleared it as the door slowly opened. "Sweetheart?"

"Hey there Specs." You whispered, shutting the door and locking it. You were a sight for sore eyes such as his. You were wearing a sweater and tight jeans. He always loved that outfit on you just as much as you loved wearing it. You were also carrying a big bag. "You don't mind joining me for dinner do you— well more like me joining you."

"Of course not. What did you bring?" He began to clear away his desk, making room for the two of you to eat.

"Your favorite. Cutlet with Tomato basil sauce." You grinned, setting his plastic container in front of him. You also gave him water and other side dishes as well as a napkin and utensils.

"You went through all the trouble—"

"Hardly what I'd call trouble. I love you, why wouldn't I take care of you?" You pulled up a chair and sat cross legged on it; pulling out your own dinner.

"Thank you." He found himself enamored by you. Your face was so gentle, so warm and soft. It held the look of kindness, and understanding. He couldn't help but watch as you opened up your own food and began to eat. You took a bite of your food, eyes flickering up to greet his gaze. You smiled, cheeks dusting red at his undivided attention.

"Hopefully it tastes good. You are the cooking mastermind. I'm a mere apprentice." You spoke nonsense. He did teach you how to cook, however you did wonderfully, and in fact enhanced some of his recipes. Including the one you were currently indulging. "What are you working on?" You asked, picking up a sheet of paper from the large stack. He blinked a few times, following your eyes to the paper you held.

"Condensing that into a simplified form for Noctis. As well as other house keeping items." He finally took a bite. He could taste the many flavors dancing upon his tongue. He knew by the warmth and the flavor how much love you added upon it. "You outdid yourself, this tastes splendid."

You beamed up at him. "I'm glad you like it— So, just this sheet then?" You questioned, eyes scanning over the words.

"No. The pile, dear."

Questioning eyes glanced at the pile and then back at him. "The whole thing? By when? That's huge!"

He nodded and took another bite of his dinner. "Friday. That includes Noct reading, responding and recording his responses, editing them then submitting it."

"That's only a few days?! What are they nuts? Why would they put so much on you? Your birthday is tomorrow for crying out loud." Your face began to contort with frustration, eyebrows furrowing and cute nose scrunching. You usually became frustrated with the overwhelming work load he was given.  "How are you to take care of yourself? Iggy..." Your eyes finally met his, and the emotion that gathered made something within his chest burst. No one ever batted an eye over him... No one but his willful girlfriend. He didn't have too much to say. He just looked at his food and proceeded to eat. "Okay, how can I help? Give me a task." You began shuffling around to make room in front of yourself.

He took a sip of his water and smiled at the eager, determined face you sported. "There isn't much you can do. You've done enough just by bringing dinner."

"Nonsense! There's something I can help with! We are getting this done so you can relax tonight. You need it sweetie, it's written on your face." Only you could see such exhaustion. Exhaustion he ignored quite plainly.

"Truly, there is nothing. But I feel my second wind coming on. And that's thanks to you." He stood and placed a kiss to your forehead. He caught the smile on your face as he slowly sank back into his office chair.

"Good! Then I'll sit on the couch and you work. We are in this together. You let me know what you need and it will be done!" You were always so enthusiastic. Even on the occasion when you were hurting. You did your best to be positive in such negative circumstances that it gave him hope and positivity as well. He was caught a little off guard when you stretched across the desk and planted a kiss to his lips. "You got this." You whispered before putting the chair back and giving him full reign of his desk. Just as you said, you sat on the couch.

Over the pain staking hours his workload had stolen, you had found amusement in a couple of history books from one of his shelves. Ignis found you absolutely beautiful. Cross legged on the couch, tucking falling hair behind your ear. You were concentrating, he could tell by the way your eyebrows furrowed. And ever so often your gaze would flutter to him, making sure he was staying on task. And there were only a few times where he met your eyes for a split second. He couldn't hide the smile as you winked at him.

He was very productive. And rode out the second spout of energy well. Wrapping up the work and saving it around 11:40 at night. You were long asleep, book abandoned on the floor. At one point without him noticing, you had stolen his jacket and wrapped it around yourself. He couldn't help but sit there and stare. He was grateful, grateful for such a woman. You could have been in bed, watching your shows, and eating snacks. Yet, you, chose to spend the evening in his cold office, on an uncomfortable couch all in means to support him. "How's it coming along?" A quavering voice broke the shared silence. You were stretching, rubbing your eyes and slowly sitting up.

"I just finished now." He grinned, shutting his laptop. Your tired face lit up and your soft lips curled into a wide smile.

"Yes!" You quietly cheered, picking up the book and placing it back on the shelf.  "I knew you could do it. You are something." You grinned, as you took off his black jacket and handed it to him.

"Hardly. I couldn't have done it without you." He smiled, taking the coat from your outstretched hand. You were so exhausted, he could see it on your face. However your eyes still had that sparkle they normally did. He slid on his coat and you both walked to his car.

It was snowing and seemed as if it had been for hours, the temperature nearly below freezing. You were huddled into his arm, trying your best to steal the little warmth he had. You checked your phone as the two of you neared the car and stopped, tugging him to a halt as well. With a quick scan of the perimeter, and a trite smile— you nearly leapt into his arms and tugged him into a warm embrace. After a lingering moment, you slid back, still perched on your tippy toes; allowing you to rest your arms on his broad shoulders.  "Happy birthday Iggy." Your voice fell much like the quiet snow dotting the air. Snowflakes graced against your face and melted at the heat gathered in your rosy cheeks.

"Thank you, my love," He hummed. Ignis cupped your warm face in his gloved palm, before kissing you in the empty parking lot outside the Citadel. Snow covered everything, making the world almost glow. "Thank you for everything." He whispered onto your cold lips. You smiled, pressing your frozen nose to his cheek.

"I love you Ignis Scientia. More than I can describe."

"I love you too." He kissed you again, holding you close to him, "So very much."

With a small smile and twinkling eyes, you kissed his frozen nose before leaving the warmth of his arms. "Let's get out of here! I have some plans for you, birthday boy." You winked at him while rounding his car.

He unlocked it allowing you to enter inside. And he followed after, starting the vehicle and getting it warmed up. You were quick to pick a song on your playlist to blast in the car while he went out to brush the snow from the windshield and windows. You made sure to turn the music up loud enough for him to hear, and make goofy faces as well as car dancing for him to make him laugh.

Ignis Scientia was a tightly wound individual and a pack mule to his responsibilities. He would bite off far more than he could chew and managed without raising eyebrows in concern. The world thought nothing of him, and he was fine with that. Merely because the most beautiful, kind, and selfless woman thought the world of him. And because of that, he would make it just fine.

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Risen from the Dead

Hello all! I stumbled upon this old Tumblr page during a moment where I have felt a rekindling for the FFXV fandom. I absolutely love this game and these characters! I fear that it's slowly dying!

With that being said, I will try to contribute more to this account and fandom! I've been writing so much and forgot I have this to share my work! So I'll try to post here some more! I've also noticed that I have asks that I never had seen, so I will get to those as well!

Life has changed significantly for all of us, and I know the world needs more positivity. I would like to help in anyway I can! So feel free to ask me for special writing requests and I will be sure to get to them! I use this game as an outlet for my stress, depression and every other problem I face. And I know many others use this game as an escape as well— and like everyone, I've always craved more. More of the boys, more story, backstory, in depth exploration of our characters and so much more! I hope to deliver this with a series of my writing.

I absolutely love Ignis, so most of my work is geared towards him and exploring everything about him! But I can write for just about anyone! Whatever you want, I will try to deliver!

I'm sorry for the 5 year hiatus— but I'm back, and ready to give this a shot again!

Stay safe and stay healthy! Welcome back to FFXV hell, With your host— Rosie!

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Back to You

Ignis x Reader

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Angst! POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!

Another quick drabble, this taking place during/after the events in Altissia. His s/o being left behind while they continue forward, leaving them out of the loop just breaks my already broken heart. I hope you enjoy!

Just a reminder, I am still working on requests, and hopefully soon will publish them! I'll keep you guys posted if anything changes or if it will be delayed longer! Thank you all for your patience! Love you all! ~Rosie

It had been two days, and your phone hadn't rang. He promised, that sunny day in Cape Caem he'd call every night to ease your worried soul. Yet 12am, you sat staring at your phone, waiting for it to light up, anticipating it's chime.

He was a man who stood by his word. Never did he forget to call or text while he was away. Two days without his voice, his words, pricked immediate worry at your heart.

'maybe he is caught up in something?'

'maybe he is busy?'

'hurt?'

You shook your head and pulled your knees to your chest. He was okay. He had to be. He was with Noct, Prompto and Gladio. There's no way he'd be hurt or..... No!

You stared at the blackened screen, waiting on baited breath for that vibration and chime, for his name to flash across your screen. He was gonna call. He promised it. His eyes held the honesty, they glistened love. His lips curling upward as he assured his safety. He was fine...

Again you rested your mind, your eyes staring at that device. 'what if I call? Would he answer?'

'no no no he is busy.'

But he always made time for you....

You grabbed the phone and dialed the number you memorized by heart. The phone number that linked you to him, the 10 didget number that held your heart, that would make or break you. It rang, once, twice, thrice, four times and his voice never broke through. It went to voicemail.

You waited for the beep, before leaving a message. You explained your day, your concern, you even scolded the Advisor for his lack of communication. Your anger broke when a voice didn't respond worth snark or sarcasm. "I miss you. Please call me back."

The routine continued, the next night you waited, baited breath, eyes glued to your phone. Waiting, anticipating. His voice nearly a distant memory. His smile etched on your heart. You played the same games with yourself. He's okay, he's okay, he has to be. He is safe. Again, you called, the phone hitting the dead wall. You left a message at the tone, breathing your concern. Discussing your day with a empty inbox. Ending the message with a soft "I miss you, I love you, please call me back."

Several nights followed this routine. Messages upon messages left, dead end with no voice. He was busy, he was okay. A whole month passed, each night ending the same. The same words slipping from your quivering lips. He will call back. He always keeps his word...

It wasn't until late evening when that phone of yours rang. You were out and about, visiting Cape Caem. You were sitting at the highest deck of the light house, watching the sun set behind the water. The beautiful warm colors reflecting off the deep blue ocean below. When it rang it startled you, hope bristling in your chest. You pulled out your phone and answered second ring.

"Hello?" Your voice shook, from the emotions you held back.

"(Y/n)" Gladio's voice, somber, quiet, gruff broke through the earpiece. Your broken, aching heart skipped a beat,

"Are you guys okay?"

The line was silent for a moment, before his delayed response came through.

"We are all alive if that's what you mean..."

"Gladio? What do you mean?"

Silence, yet again, baited breath, your ear straining to catch the larger man's words. You heard shuffling, mumbling, words incoherent to your ears. Finally, a voice, soft like the breeze on your face; calm like woods at dawn, strong like the ocean waves crashing on the rocks below.

"(Y/n), I have to apologize, I didn't keep my word. But I assure you, I am okay and on my way back to you."

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Crossing the Line

Ignis X Reader

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Fluff and a little angst ;)

REQUEST- @white-magician - Hello it's me again! Could I request an Ignis piece where he gets jealous when you're hit on by some random guy? The rest of the Chocobros can be there to tease too :-D You do it so well :-D

This was an awesome first request and I had so much fun writing it!! The idea popped into my mind the moment I read your request!! I absolutely love the idea of a jealous advisor! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! ~Rosie

"Lestallum here we are!" Prompto stretched, his elbows cracking in the process. He whipped his head back at you sandwiched between the Shield and Prince. You were content, a soft smile dusted across your face. You met his cobalt eyes and returned the gesture. "Have you been here before (Y/n)?"

You shook your head and caught a pair of green eyes admiring you through the rear view mirror. "This would be my first time." You smiled, watching the eyes sparkle before returning to the road.

Gladio closed the book he was reading and streched, pushing you into Noct. "And you get to spend it with us." He moaned, his voice pushing through the yawn that threatened to escape his lips.

Noct grumbled when your body pressed into his sleeping one. He shot you a glance before stretching and looking around, "Here already? What did I miss?" He yawned.

"Only the whole car ride buddy." Prompto joked while reaching over and smacking Noctis knee. The crabby prince grunted and swatted his hand away.

Ignis, with ease, backed the Regalia into a vacant parking spot. "You sleep more then you are awake, I dare say that's unhealthy." Ignis commented while shifting the car into park.

"Not like anything interesting happens in those few hours." Noct groaned and rolled his eyes while pushing the door open and sliding out. You couldn't help but giggle. Not only was Ignis on you about everything, but was worse with the Prince.

The five of you filed out of the vehicle and made your way to the Town square. The sunset kissed the town and gave the buildings a soft glow, it was romantic in every sense. You found your eyes wandering to everything, drinking in every small detail the city had to offer. Prompto, Noctis and Gladio all darted to the nearest food stand and fawned over whatever the chef had been cooking.

"And here I thought my cooking would be enough." A smooth accented voice slipped past your ears. You turned and flashed Ignis a smile.

"Your cooking is more than enough for me." You flirted feeling a gloved hand slide into your own. Slowly he tangled his fingers with yours, his thumb brushing across your smooth skin. His loving gaze never faultering until a voice broke the moment.

"Iggy, you sure we can't get a kabob? They look so good!" Prompto whined pulling Noct into the charade as well.

"Specs!" Noct added, need swelling from his soul. Ignis' sighed heavily, his free hand fixing his glasses. He took a few steps forward, his hand slid from yours as he moved towards the stand to gaze at the food in question.

"One kabob wouldn't hurt specs." Gladio stated, his large hands resting on his hips.

You watched the group hover around the stand, all attempting to convince the Advisor. Their voices slowly faded in the background as your attention returned to the warm colored sky. Again you found your eyes wandering the rustic town, watching couples laugh and talk. You were so immersed in the scene that played around you, you hardly noticed the large man beside you. He wrapped a large arm around your small frame and pull you flush to his body. His hand gripped almost painfully at your hip making you squeak before shooting a gaze up at him.

"Hey there Gorgeous, you here alone?"

His voice was a little rough, his steel eyes studying your face. Your mouth opened to say something but he cut you off. "Cause I can change that." Your gaze shot towards Ignis who crossed his arms in debate with Prompto.

Ignis turned to you, ready to ask your opinion on the matter. His gaze caught the man holding you and his soft green eyes sharpened. If looks could kill, that man wouldn't stand a chance.

Ignis' body went rigid, his lips pressed into a displeasing line. Ignis fixed his glasses before walking towards you, staring down the man like a hawk watching it's prey. The man gulped and slowly slid his arm from around you and took two large steps back. Ignis' thin tawny brow twitched before his green eyes landed back on you. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Would you like a Kabob my love?" He asked, his voice soft and smooth. He opened his eyes and locked with yours. The look from before disappeared almost immediately.

"S-sure." You stuttered, your face growing hot. He smiled softly before gently taking your hand in his and lovingly kissed your knuckles. You smiled as he slowly guided you towards the food stand. His head whipped around, flashing one more deathly stare at the man before pulling his wallet out from his coat pocket.

Prompto cheered "You should come with us on trips more often! You make Ignis soft!" Prompto was handed a kabob.

"Women will do that to you Prompto." Gladio teased giving Prompto a playful shove.

"Yeah yeah, I get it laugh it up big guy. I have a girl waiting for me at Hammerhead." He sighed gaining a groan from the prince who began nibbling at his anak meat kabob. You giggled and glanced back at Ignis, his gaze shifted to where the man had been standing. His jaw tightened, his thin brows flicked upward in jealousy, something very unbecoming for him.

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The rest of the night was spent in the city, the boys giving you a tour of Lestallum, showing you all the sights. Ignis holding your hand the entire time, not daring to let you go. The warm colors faded black, and stars began to poke through the clouds painting the city in a calming darkness. The tour ended in the market place, where Prompto gladly introduced you to his favorite stands. Some containing small trinkets that fascinated him, and others with food that be loved. Slowly everyone retreated to the Leville. You couldn't help but notice how stiff Ignis had been all night after the small incident hours before. He hadn't truly said anything, and that bothered you.

"Finally sleeping on beds tonight!" Noctis yawned stretching his arms above his head.

"Ground really isn't cutting it anymore." His blonde friend agreed following close behind.

You bit your lip, remembering the way Ignis' jaw tightened, and the fire that burned behind his soft emerald eyes.

You stopped dead in your tracks, tugging him to hault as well. His eyes widened for a moment, your action catching him off guard.

"Out with it." Your tone was flat.

He rose an eyebrow at you in confusion.

"You know what I'm talking about Scientia." You pried, your arms folding across your chest.

He sighed and glanced at the three guys who stopped as well, and were watching. The three looked away and pretended they heard nothing while slowly moseying towards the hotel.

Ignis sighed and looked back at you. "I didn't like the way he acted towards you."

He paused for a moment before fixing his glasses. "The way he touched you, and talked to you, whispering words in your ear." Slowly the fire from before re-kindled in his gaze. "You are mine, and mine alone. To think he has the audacity of touching you, holding you in his arms is crossing the line." His voice shifted.

"Every touch belongs to me, every smile is mine to hold as I please. The mere thought of another man sniffing around you sickens me." Your face flushed at his territorial behavior, warmth pooling in your chest.

He carefully took your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. "I'm normally not a jealous man. However,"

His eyes sparkled behind his thin framed glasses.

"When it comes to you, everything changes."

He placed a soft kiss on your lips. It was chaste, yet it held enough emotion to make your head spin. Ignis pulled away and looked at the direction of the Leville, and saw three heads poking through the window. "I suppose we shouldn't keep them waiting."

You looked over to see Gladio whistling and rubbing the back of his head, and Prompto examining a leaf from the potted plant in the lobby. While Noctis pretended to play on his phone."They are a little impatient."

It had hardly been two seconds before you stepped over the threshold and the comments were flying.

"You gonna pee on her to mark your territory?" Prompto jabbed gaining a high five from Noct. Ignis rolled his eyes but gave an amused smile.

"Should we hunt him down and give him another scare?" Gladio teased while Prompto nodded.

"No, no that won't be necessary." Ignis waved.

"Not this time."

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Hi!!! I found your blog totally by chance and I'm so glad I did! Your Prompto one was as sweet as honey, but I was really squealing with the Ignis one (He's my favourite after all!). You're doing a great great job and I can't wait to see more! That being said, I'll follow you now and I give you all the positive vibes for your writing, you do that wonderfully! Your style is light, yet intricate and I love every word of it :-D

Awwwweee! Thank you so much!! Honestly I'm crying! You are too sweet and I am so glad you love my work! I too adore Ignis! I have a lot of things in the works and hoping to publish again soon! Again thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind words!