#amicitiaxx

[dawnblxde]

@amicitiaxx - greeter

“Hey Iris, you alright? Can I help you?” The King asked with a kind smile after he had opened the door to his palace upon hearing it being knocked on. 

[ofmechanic-blog]

                 @amicitiaxx ♥’ed

           “...and then your brother tripped and fell. He’s a goofy one I’ll tell ya.”

[shieldandcrown]

[Text] Hey Dad, you coming home tonight? I'm picking up something for dinner. I can go by the citadel if you're working tonight.

[Text] Reggie doesn’t look like he’s ready to stop anytime soon. I’d like that, I should be able to get away long enough to share dinner with you, if you have the time.

Clarus smiled at the text before returning to focusing on work. He hadn’t called Regis, Reggie, to his children until relatively recently. Once he was sure they could both tell when it was alright to be informal and close with his closest friend. And when he was the King of Lucis.

But he was glad he had. It was nice, letting them see Regis as more than just his station, humanizing him for them. 

[xbookishxbrute21]

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[clypeusamicitiam]

Gladiolus was still reeling from what’d happened to Noctis. What’d happened in Graelea. The city was all gone to daemons, he’d stashed Prompto and Ignis by one of the Niff supply vehicles and had been busy gathering supplies up for their journey.

At least, until he ran into someone who was familiar. Or at least. Almost familiar. How long had it been since he’d seen her, since that roadtrip started? Nearly a year...or..

“Iris?” he called out, across the street, uncertain if it was really her. And if it was..why was she in that uniform.

@amicitiaxx

[powerofkings]

@amicitiaxx replied to your post “FF + Iris”

"Sorry, Noct, but I think they are right about your tattoo fetish." Iris giggled.

“Hey, babe. It’s not. It’s not a fetish. I just, they look really good on you,” Noctis tried to say, blushing. Though, perhaps, considering the effect other tattoos in his life had had on his libido.

Okay. She might have a point.

[powerofkings]

“Are you afraid of me?” (daemon!iris)

“Always, never. Do you want me to be, tonight? Do you want me to act like the old me, let you terrify me? Conquer me?” Noctis asked, his voice a low drawl, eagerness showing through.

Eagerness for....her, really. Anything she decided, anything she threw herself at with him. He’d more than enjoy it. He grinned letting himself sink to his knees as he looked up at her.

[powerofkings]

031 (for safety reasons???)

031. — Slam my muse against a wall.

The high powered rifle shot  only grazed along his arm as Iris slammed him up against the wall, his breath whooshing out of him in a burst. Blinking tears out of his eyes at the force of her body slamming into his he struggled to try to grasp what was going on-

He’d been in the middle of a speech when. No, no time-

Instead he grasped her close, gritted his teeth, and phased them through the thin wall into the secure building, the effort only furthering to intensify his dizziness, but it got them out of the line of fire.

“You okay, you okay, Iris?” he blurted out, blushing furiously at how shocked he’d been.

Just a few years and he wasn’t used to being shot at anymore.