I asked few a few prompt(os) and @thedarkrose17 requested promptis at an arcade
Just a little ficlet so I don’t know if I’ll post to ao3, but for now, here it is. Please enjoy
Game recognizes game. Prompto smiled, he didn’t see any game here. Noctis was a champion Kings Night, a level five player, but he was an absolute plebe at the crane machine and a fawn on fresh legs at spider stomp.
“Oh, oh!” Prompto held onto Noctis shoulder, the crane was losing his grip! Hold on, hold on—and it fell. Prompto laughed and Noctis scowled. The adventure at the arcade had become less venture and more add another 30 gil to my game card please. Prompto hadn’t played in thirty minutes. He had Noctis’ back. He was patient and enthusiastic. But Noctis’ frustration wasn’t fair. The high of going out after school was steadily crashing.
“Hey it’s okay,”
“I said I can get it.” Noctis cut him off. He never meant to snap. He was never instantly apologetic, and the regret came hours later once his head had cooled. He shunned any advice and drew his shoulders up high. Each turn was over, sooner than the last.
“Come on!” He pushed the machine.
Prompto longed for longer hours with Noctis, his free time was sparce. It made Prompto feel expensive. Not from the dozens of gil dropped to get the silly chocobo phone charm; it was Noctis pushing off extra hours in tutoring, time and knowledge that would eventually power the future king, was instead spent on him.
“Let’s go back to ski ball.” The chocobo was both crane prize and counter prize. Noctis had gave up on Ski ball after only getting two tickets. Really it should have been one, but the princeling had a firm grip and counted the torn second half of one ticket as two. Noctis suggested they instead be more efficient and play the crane game.
Efficient and fast; an hour later had gone by in a flash. It was still going as they were empty handed.
“It’s rigged,” Noctis pocketed his hands.
Prompto touched his wrist, “Hey. Knock that Noctittude off. It takes practice. Skill.” He walked backwards and into machine.
“Skill. You know,” Prompto stuttered, his tongue suddenly sheepish. He rubbed the back of his head and smoothed out his clothes and popped his school uniform collar up. He paid a gil for the game. The wooden balls fell down the tube in a steady stream. You couldn’t just throw the ball where you wanted it to go, you had to throw for the fall and float. The upper left corner lit up with 10,000 points.
Prompto’s excitement was not met.
The bright lit of and LED phone screen lit up Noctis’ face and outshine Prompto’s victory.
With a tight lip and in a quiet voice Prompto sighed, “right.” He slung a second wooden ball. It fell to the gutter. Noctis didn’t notice that either.
“Let’s try the money mover.”
“They glue down the gil, dude. No. Whack a mole.” Prompto hummed a tune from some commercial then pushed Noctis along once he went back for his phone and left the tickets he had won hanging out of the machine. The irritation faded, Noctis hadn’t closed his screen in time and Prompto could see his search page: how to win tickets fast at the Golden Saucer.
Prompto loaded the gill and slapped the first three moles he could. He was trying, he just was trying in the worse way possible. He wasn’t even participating on the fun games. Prompto scrambled for another two moles, Noctis was un helpful. He manned one hole and,
“Ow!” Noctis’ snapped out of his daze and looked at Prompto who smacked him again with the rubber mallet.
“Dude! Stop!” Noctis held up his forearm to shield his head, Prompto bonk’d him in the stomach.
“I’m going to hate that plush you know.”
“What?” Noctis snatched Prompto’s mallet and held it hostage, “Why?”
“You’re being a total,” Prompto didn’t finish that sentence. He and Noctis were close but this was a public space and he was the king’s son. Calling the Crown Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum a douche nozzle didn’t seem PC.
“Like we haven’t even played house of the dead! Or gone on the dinosaur experience.”
Noctis who didn’t always think before speaking said, “Those don’t earn tickets.”
Prompto’s freckles popped under his reddening cheeks. He snatched the mallet and hammered Noctis’ stomach. “Di-no-saurs,” He annunciated with smacks.
At last, Noctis smiled, his laugh both warm and soft. He smoothed back his hair. “Dinosaurs huh?” It was another shooter game but enclosed in a box meant to be a jeep. He couldn’t whack spiders or stomp moles but he could snipe a raptor. Or a zombie.
Noctis placed one hand on his stomach and gestured with the other, “Your wish is my command. Let’s go get a dino.”
Prompto fist pumped and bounded past the flashing games to the corner with a roaring box. He nudged Noctis’ side with his elbow, see, wasn’t this cool?
“See,” Prompto slid in the left side, then over to the right chair just as Noctis had begun to sit. Prompto pushed Noctis’ hip away before he sat at on him. “Dude. I’m red.”
Rolling his eyes, Noctis conceded and strolled to the otherside. He hung in the entrance watching Prompto smile. “One sec. My card’s not going to get us through the final level.”
“Dude. Really?” Prompto kicked his legs like an impatient child. It was a good pout, one he’d been waiting to have. Noctis tapped the hood of the box and went to the counter.
He slapped two cards on the glass display case, “Fifty gil.”
Yes sir, the attendant turned his back and loaded his customer up. When he returned the cards, purple eyes with an otherworldly glow gunned him down. The eyes looked down, the attendant’s dutifully followed. Between them was another fifty. Cash.
“What’s the name on the card?” Noctis asked. This was not a card he pulled often. No one forgot who he was, and he did not seek to remind them. His family never asked for kickbacks, favors, or special treatment. But this was an exception. He had fucked up. He missed a moment when Prompto had stopped having fun. Noctis needed to fix it. He needed that damn chocobo.
“Yes, sir.” The attendant swallowed, Noctis pointed. The man nodded and swapped cash for chocobo.
Like that, the air of the ancients was gone, “Cool.” Noctis said in an even voice. He returned his credit card to his wallet. That was unnecessary, he could hear his retainers scolding him even in their absence.
“Prompto.” Noctis sat down heavily and swiped his point card for the first round of credits.
They hadn’t beaten the game when Noctis’ phone rang, it was the bell calling him home to attend to duties and tasks unknown.
Prompto tried to keep optimistic, “man. That game is the best.”
“No,” Noctis twisted and lay an arm over the back of the seat. Prompto’s face fell a moment, it almost made Noctis feel guilty. “But this is.”
The black chocobo plush, more fluff than stuffing, was pressed to Prompto’s cheek. Noctis even ‘warked’ in a gentle voice.
“Aw, Nah-“ Prompto’s voice caught as the fluffy-plush-peck was replaced with very real and very, very prince shaped lips. They looked at each other, then away.
“So,” Prompto stalled, “Walk me home? Do you have time?”
Noctis didn’t but he smiled, his cheeks a rosy shade that complimented Promoto’s, “of course.”
A little bit ago, an anon asked for a Gladio x Reader prompt. Unfortunately, I don’t do character x reader prompts since it’s just not my forte and I wouldn’t be able to do it justice.
However, a savior has come along! queenhomeslice on Ao3 has lived up to (and surpassed quite frankly) the prompt request! Dear anon, I truly hope you enjoy this as I am so blown away by how amazingly happy I was that they offered to take up the prompt!
Read it Here: Routine Checkup
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Gladiolus/Reader
Thank you so much for writing this prompt for the anon when I could not! I am so overjoyed that you offered to write it!
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Hitting the road one more time... revisiting all the places we've been to and commit them to memory. Honoring our lovely king.
Chapter 1 now up!
Outtake:
Pristine silver moonlight washes over dark marble, complimenting soft shimmering particles interwoven with the majestic polished stone standing tall and proud.
The mere sight of it is enough to lay a coldfingered hand around the heart, squeezing just so that it hurts enough to make eyes sting and breathing hard.
Fingertips reaching out, grazing the cold surface, gliding along the carefully chiseled letters, displayed in such graceful a way that it tends to the hurt like a loving kiss.
The touch finding purpose on the roughness of the chiseling, it comes to rest, laying there, caressing despite the ignorance of the material not being able to project the feelings to the one they are directed at.
"Ever at your side..."
The whisper hushes from quivering lips, breath against marble, creating the finest sheen.
Suddenly the weight pressing down on slim shoulders becomes too much, the night too present, too full of emptiness, forcing the body forward, brow pressing against cold stone while hot tears fall on uncaring flowers.
COME ONE COME ALL TO SOME RAVUS FLANGST BROUGHT TO YOU BY A LAMEASS (me) AS REQUESTED BY @aeciru !!!!!!
From the prompt list:
#8: “I don’t need you anymore.”
#20: “Please don’t hurt me like this.”
#59: “You own my heart.”
I did all aforementioned prompts despite having the option to choose just one because there just isn’t enough love for Ravus ok!!!!! I took the liberty to adjust the prompts accordingly to fit with the dialogue though.
ALSO. BOY OH BOY WAS WRITING THIS A CHALLENGE. Ravus and Luna speak in a really eloquent and flowery manner, so I did my best apply such a style and drop contractions here and there whenever I saw fit. I went back and forth with several sections here just to beef up the story and make the relationship and history with Rea more developed and fluid. (((((idk why but i felt pressured to do our boye real good)))))) (i hope i delivered)
(keeping just ravus in character is hard okkkkk)
Speaking of!!!! I read that smol Ravus was actually really nice and kind, so I wrote him as such in the beginning. He becomes the Giant Angst Bean™ that we all know and love later on.
Title was inspired by @birdsandivory who often tags posts relating to their s/o as “dearest heart.” I thought it was the most DARLING thing ever, so I hope you don’t mind that I took that as inspiration!!
Tagging @thatoneawkwardfanthing and @lokewight who asked to be tagged!
i hope you all enjoy this ; w ;
word count: 5.3k+ words, fluff and angst, soft Ravus and hard Ravus (not sexual ok), spoilers for Kingsglaive
Growing up within the walls of House Nox Fleuret was a privilege that not many were privy to. Luckily for you, your family maintained close ties to the royal family of Tenebrae, thus granting you access to the more personal side of the Nox Fleuret family.
Though you were shy, your parents insisted that you befriend the Nox Fleuret siblings as a show of goodwill. Something about “maintaining peace,” or whatever it was the adults often talked about.
When you were first brought to Tenebrae to meet the nation’s royal family, you were in awe of the region’s majestic architecture — was that an actual castle? — and its signature blue flora, the sylleblossom. Fenestala Manor blew you away in particular, so you were all the more enlivened when your parents explained that this would be your new living quarters.
It was a long time coming, your move to the Manor. After all, you were being groomed to become the Royal Advisor to rising generation of Nox Fleurets.
Upon your arrival at the Manor, Queen Sylva had greeted you personally with the warmest of receptions. She even offered you a brief hug after you clumsily bowed before her. The queen’s friendliness took you aback, but it made you feel all fuzzy on the inside. She was nice.
With Queen Sylva were her two children, a boy and a girl. The female of the two siblings gravitated towards you naturally. She called herself Lunafreya, and she had the sweetest eyes and kindest smile. You regarded her with awe of her beauty.
“This is my brother, Ravus,” Lunafreya introduced as she gestured for you to step closer towards her sibling.
“Welcome to Tenebrae,” Ravus greeted with a friendly smile. “I do hope you enjoy your stay here.”
The different hues in Ravus’ eyes helped you maintain eye contact with him. “H-Hello,” you mumbled timidly. “I’m (Name).”
“What a lovely name!” Lunafreya clapped her hands excitedly as she looked to Ravus. “Wouldn’t you agree, Brother?”
Ravus nodded. “Indeed it is.”
You immediately blushed under their compliments. “Thank you,” you managed to let out, feeling the last of your discomfort crawl away from your skin. These two were good people, you could tell. Even though they were royalty, they welcomed you into their home — into their lives — with open arms.
That was the start of your allegiance to the royal family of Tenebrae.
*
“Princess,” you called. “It’s time for your lessons.”
“Oh (Name),” Lunafreya hummed from her bedroom. “Can’t we skip for once? Please?”
It had been several years since your life had first become interwoven with that of House Nox Fleuret’s. Since your initial meeting, you had only grown closer to both Lunafreya and Ravus at varying degrees.
Lunafreya was almost always attached to your hip. If she wasn’t busy with her duties, she was accompanied by Gentiana. Otherwise, she was often around you. You had come to love her like a sister and would do anything to keep that divine smile on her face.
On the other hand, you had also forged a very formidable friendship with the elder Nox Fleuret. You were closer to Ravus in age, so naturally, the two of you found a lot of things in common. In the years you had spent getting to know him, you had come to realize that Ravus was very much like his mother.
Unbelievably kind.
Incredibly accommodating.
So, so warm.
You were honored that Ravus felt safe enough around you to let his guard down and not just be himself, but also show his softer side to you.
You wanted to think that you were at least somewhat special to him in that regard.
These days, you weren’t sure what to make of the butterflies that went wild in your tummy whenever you were around Ravus, but spending time with him always made you giddy and caused your heart to race. It was hard not to smile in his presence.
“Your mother would have my head if I allowed another absence, Princess.”
“She would not!” the young blonde retorted as she fixed her fringe in place. “Mother is much too nice for such barbaric extremes.”
“Perhaps not,” you replied, a teasing smile sneaking its way onto your face, “but if Her Highness won’t have my head, then it will be your brother who may scold me if I continue to be soft on you.”
“That won’t happen,” Lunafreya assured you, a knowing smirk on her otherwise delicate face. “Ravus adores you.”
You immediately flushed at her statement. “H-He…! He does not!”
“Oh, but he does. In fact, Ravus-”
“Are you speaking ill of me again, dearest sister?” Ravus’ voice interrupted from the doorway.
You spun around to face him, feeling embarrassed that he had nearly caught onto what his sister had been insinuating. “My Prince!” You bowed before him, trying to keep the warmth in your cheeks at bay.
“At ease,” he said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to set you upright again. “How many times must I insist that ‘Ravus’ is enough?”
“My apologies.”
“And how many times must I defend my honor in front of you, brother dearest?” Lunafreya challenged teasingly, staring indignantly at her older sibling with her hands on her hips. “When have I ever spoken ill of you?”
“If we count all the instances,” he said, “then you will most surely miss your lessons, and we cannot allow that, now can we?”
Ravus glanced at you then, his dual-colored eyes holding a playful glint. You took this as a sign to usher your charge out the door and off to her obligations.
“I-Indeed, we cannot!”
Lunafreya threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. “Ah, I can only take so much when the two of you bully me together! Off I go, then.”
“We-! We weren’t bullying you, Lady Luna-” Your impending apology was cut short with the realization that Lunafreya had already left. Flustered, you turned to Ravus and asked, “She’s not… She’s not angry with me, is she?”
Ravus chuckled, waving his hand to dismiss your fears. “Fret not, dear (Name). My sister merely jests.”
You let out a sigh of relief. “Lady Lunafreya will be the death of me one of these days.”
“As she will be for me, as well.”
His reply caused a few giggles to escape your lips. Once your small bout of laughter tapered, you found Ravus to be looking at you with what appeared to be fondness in his eyes. His gaze made you blush, so you opted to break the silence by bringing the attention back to him.
“So how may I be of service of you today, my Prince?” you asked, returning to your well-mannered front.
Ravus sighed at your ignorance of his name yet again. “Yes, I’ve come to you in need of a favor, actually.”
“Oh? A favor?” You looked at him questioningly, your curiosity piqued. “I will do my best to be of assistance to you, my-”
“Ravus,” he repeated sternly, though his eyes remained tender. “When we are in private, kindly refer to me by my name.”
‘I take it back,’ you thought, feeling your cheeks burn all the more thanks to Ravus’ sweet plea. ‘It is the prince who will be the death of me, not the princess.’
“R-Ravus,” you tested, feeling lighter at the sight of elation on the prince’s face upon the utterance of his name from your mouth.
“Much better.”
You had to keep it together to stop yourself from swooning at his dazzling smile. At the age of 15, Ravus had grown well into his body, and by the looks of it, he would only continue to grow as the years go by. His face had matured some from the time when you first met as children, and while his features sharpened, his kindness had not wavered.
Especially not around you.
“U-Um… Ravus. Ahem. What is this favor you speak of?”
“You have heard of the upcoming ball, have you not?”
“Ah, yes.” You nodded, thinking back on the invitations you had glossed over just a few days prior. “The one celebrating our nation, correct?”
“That is the one. May I ask if you will be preoccupied then?”
You did a mental scan of your duties and responsibilities leading up to the ball. “I may need to assist Lady Lunafreya,” you answered, “but otherwise, I will be present at the sidelines in the event that my aid is needed for the remainder of the night.”
“I don’t suppose you would like to attend as a guest of the family?” Ravus quietly proposed.
Your brows furrowed. What need of Ravus required you to attend as a guest of House Nox Fleuret? You would already be present at the ball anyhow, so the invitation seemed odd as it was rather unnecessary.
Regardless, attending as a guest of House Nox Fleuret meant that the festivities would at least be a little more entertaining, what with the company of Lunafreya and Ravus making everything a little more enjoyable.
It also meant that you would by their side for most of the night, and that alone seemed more appealing than having to lurk in the shadows by yourself.
“That is a very generous offer, my- Ravus.” You winced at how your correction made it sound like you had referred to the prince as ‘yours,’ but you trudged on, hoping he hadn’t taken notice of your slip up. “I would be honored to-”
You were stopped by Ravus clearing his throat. “I’m afraid I failed to clarify.” Dusting off imaginary dirt from his sleeve, he added, “Would you be willing to attend the ball as my guest?”
You blinked up at him, caught off guard at the offer. “A-As…? As your…?”
He huffed a little uncharacteristically. “As my date.”
“Ah.”
An awkward silence enveloped the room. On your part, you were unsure as to how to respond to Ravus’ request. While there was no denying that you would be more than happy to accompany him to the ball — as his date, no less — when it came right down to it, you were torn between your personal sentiments towards the prince and what was expected of you as his Royal Advisor.
Perhaps it was because you were in your teenage years — being just a year younger than Ravus — but it was quite evident to you that you had begun to develop some feelings for your charge. It was a bit of a pickle for you, because it became a challenge having to keep your feelings at bay without crossing the line of what was considered proper.
Though your relationship with the Nox Fleuret family was definitely friendly and familiar, it was still encased in decorum and your respective obligations not just to each other, but to the nation of Tenebrae as well.
Thus, Ravus’ proposal practically blindsided you. You weren’t so naive as to presume he harbored some sort of romantic feelings for you as well, but you could hope, couldn’t you? He wasn’t required to bring a date to the ball; you knew, because you helped piece the occasion together. So what was he doing here, asking you of all people to come with him?
Your nerves and apprehension over how to approach Ravus’ offer must have shown on your face, as he immediately backtracked, saying, “You are not obligated to accept, of course.” Was he worried that you would only say yes because you thought you had to? “I am well aware that such gatherings are not to your taste. Thus, my request may be more of a nuisance than anything, so-”
“Yes.”
Ravus’ rambling came to a halt. “I… beg your pardon?”
“Yes, Ravus.” You gave him a bright smile, hoping it would convey enough of your feelings for him to understand. “I would be delighted to accompany you to the ball, if it won’t be too much trouble for you.”
His shoulders practically sagged in utmost relief. “No, never,” he said as a small smile began to bloom on his face. “You are not an inconvenience in the slightest.”
“So…” You looked away, feeling bashful over the how things had unfolded. “I shall see you then, my Prince?”
“You do me the greatest honor.” Ravus reached out to you and delicately grasped your hand in order to lay a soft kiss on it. “I shall see you then, my (Name).”
“Ex-Excuse me?” you blubbered, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer. “Your (Name)?”
“It’s only fair, is it not?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. “I am your Ravus, and so in return, you are my (Name).”
“Th-That’s-!”
“I shall see you at the ball, dearest heart. Good day.”
And with that, Ravus not only left you a flustered mess, he took with him the rest of your heart as well.
You didn’t really mind, though.
*
You often look back on that time with much fondness and love. The ball was boring as expected, but being by Ravus’ side for the entirety of the night made it much, much more tolerable. Lunafreya sending the two of you some smug smiles also made for some amusement that night.
Despite the fact that you came as Ravus’ date, neither of you initiated the step to further your friendship into a romance. Both of you merely skirted around your feelings, too shy to do anything beyond the confines of your personal and professional lives together.
Lunafreya often urged you to take the initiative and allow the love between you and her brother to prosper, but you always evaded her prodding. In spite of Lunafreya’s unabashed approval and support, you believed that you were in no position to present your feelings to Ravus and expect some sort of reciprocation in the form of a romantic relationship.
No, you wanted it to come from him. You were merely his advisor and a childhood friend at best. There was no way you were going to burden him with your feelings, not when you were unsure if this was what he really wanted with you. If he was not going to take the step forward, then you would adjust to his pace, as you have done all these years.
You were content with remaining by his side. Whether it be as his advisor, his friend, or his lover… so long as you were with him, then that was more than enough for you.
Things changed just a year later with the death of Queen Sylva and the imperial control of Niflheim over Tenebrae.
*
Now, years later, you still remain by Ravus’ side. Many things have since changed, such as Lunafreya’s appointment as the new Oracle, as well as Ravus’ new occupation under Niflheim’s invasion.
No longer was he the prince of Tenebrae. Now, he was known as Ravus Nox Fleuret, the High Commander of the Imperial Army.
You still referred to him as your prince, though. Ravus would merely ignore the title as if you had never said it in the first place.
After the death of Queen Sylva, Lunafreya had pleaded with you to place your focus on her brother rather than on herself. You had objected, arguing that both she and Ravus were your responsibility. However, the young girl proved to you just how mature she was beyond her years when she countered that Ravus needed you more than she did.
“There is only so much that I can do for him,” she had admitted to you tearfully. “But you… you are his heart. Please, (Name), I beg of you. Please do not leave my brother’s side.”
“Lady Lunafreya…” You had held onto her as she fell apart in your arms. Right then and there, you swore that you would remain steadfast in your devotion to Ravus regardless of what life would throw at you.
“I promise.”
If only it were so easy.
At present, the young boy you came to know and love was nonexistent in the Ravus that stood before you today. Gone were the warm smiles and gentle eyes, now replaced by hardened glares and permanent scowls.
The death of his mother had clearly changed Ravus. Though you held him close to your heart, you struggled to reach him beyond the icy walls he had put up around his own heart. Still, you stood by him and remained at his side amidst all the changes he went through.
“My Prince,” you murmured timidly, stepping into Ravus’ office. “Your sister requests your presence for supper.”
“Tell her to proceed with her meal,” replied Ravus from a pile of papers he had not looked up from.
“My Prince, if I may.” Shutting the door behind you, you made your way across the room and settled in front of his desk. “It’s been several days since you last shared a meal with Lady Lunafreya. She merely misses your company, and-”
“How many times must I tell you?” Ravus abruptly stood up and sent you a cold glare. Though you had become used to such painful gazes, you had to admit that they still pierced at your heart rather agonizingly. “I am no longer a prince, and you must address me accordingly by my new title instead.”
It was hard to keep your face neutral when the sadness in your heart overflowed for Ravus.
“My apologies, High Commander,” you muttered softly, offering a bow. “Old habits die hard, I suppose.”
“If only some would die easier than others,” you heard him grumble under his breath.
His harsh tone made you wince, but you did nothing to address his statement. Sending him an affirmative nod, you said, “I bid you a good evening, then, High Commander.”
Noticing your wounded look, Ravus softened his voice and called out to you almost apologetically. “Have you forgotten?” He combed a hand through his hair, which had grown much longer over the years. “I am Ravus to you in private.”
So there was still a bit of the old Ravus somewhere in there. The thought made you smile, albeit a bit sadly.
“Please don’t forget to eat something, Ravus.” Your eyes softened as they met his. “Feel free to summon me if my help is required.”
At that, you made yourself scarce, unaware of the look of longing in Ravus’ eyes as he stared after you.
*
Just a few hours later, Ravus had called for you once more, requesting for dinner. You delivered his meal to his office without a word, only to be stopped by him as he requested that you join him and have a bite as well.
“I’ve already eaten, Ravus.”
“Would you do me the honor of gracing me with your company, then?” He pulled out a chair for you, the hard strain in his eyes growing tender for a few moments.
Only you still got to see this side of Ravus. Only you could do this to him.
“It would be my pleasure.”
The two of you sat there in his office, basking in the quiet. Though no words were shared, the company you offered each other made for a fairly pleasant night.
*
When word of Lunafreya’s imminent union with Prince Noctis of Insomnia came to light, you grew worried. Not just for Lunafreya, but for Ravus as well. Ever since the death of his mother, he had come to loathe the Caelum line and, in effect, Noctis himself.
His bitterness and rage towards the Lucian royal family had consumed him over the years. You had seen firsthand how such dark thoughts and feelings had changed Ravus, so with the announcement of his sister’s engagement to the Crown Prince, you became distraught over how your own prince would handle the news.
One day, you noticed the younger Nox Fleuret carrying a suitcase as she made her way across Fenestala Manor. She appeared to be dressed for travel, prompting you to wonder what her intentions were. As far as you knew, Lunafreya had no meetings scheduled for today. She made no mention of going out, either.
With your brows furrowed, you caught up to her and asked, “Princess, where are you off to?”
“(Name)!” she squeaked in surprise. “I am in need of your help, kind (Name). Please, allow me to leave as I must speak to King Regis immediately!”
“King Regis…?” you repeated, trying to process the growing urgency on her face. “Is this about your engagement to Prince Noctis?”
“It is more than that.” Lunafreya nodded, taking ahold of your hand. “Please, (Name), I must make my way to Insomnia as soon as possible. Will you assist me?”
Your mind scrambled to sort out your thoughts. “I… I cannot, my Princess,” you informed her regretfully, feeling a pang at the frown that took residence on her face. “But it is only because I swore that I would remain by your brother’s side. You remember, do you not?”
“Of course I do. I am eternally grateful for your honor and devotion to Ravus.”
You bit your lip, sending a prayer to the gods above that all would work well. “Still, I cannot simply abandon you in your time of need.” You pulled her to the side and stealthily made your way to the lower floors of the manor. “I may not be able to escort you to Lucis, but I can at least ensure that you find your way out of Tenebrae.”
Lunafreya’s expression brightened at your words. “Thank you, (Name). I owe you.”
“You owe me nothing. Now come, we must make haste.”
Both you and Lunafreya had evaded the imperial guards that monitored the hallways of the manor. Just as you were nearly at the door, the two of you were stopped by none other than Ravus himself.
Snatching Lunafreya from your grasp, he dragged her towards a nearby room, but not before sending you a scathing look.
“And you,” he snarled, “I will have a word with you once I have settled things with my sister.”
The dread that churned at the pit of your stomach almost hurt as more as the pain in your heart due to Ravus’ anger directed towards you.
*
“What were you thinking?!” he barked, slamming the door of his office.
You opted to create a small distance between you and Ravus, growing cautious of his boiling rage. Drawing closer to his desk, you answered, “I merely offered my assistance where it was needed, Ravus. It is as I have done for you and your family all these years.”
Ravus sneered at your response. “Were you foolish enough to allow Lunafreya into the clutches of our mother’s murderer?”
The neutral mask you wore began to crumble with the beginnings of a frown. “Ravus, I understand that you blame King Regis for the death of our queen, but-”
“Understand? You think you understand?”
This was the first time you had ever truly been on the receiving end of Ravus’ fury. It wounded you deeply, causing you to wither away at his spiteful voice. His build, which had grown sturdier even more, now felt menacing as he towered over you.
Still, you reminded yourself of your promise to Lunafreya, no matter how much Ravus was now hurting you.
“You think you understand what my sister and I have been through?” he continued with a scoff. “Are you so stupid to believe that you are so special simply due to our history together?”
Your eyes began to water by then, but you remained rooted in your spot. “I-I…”
“If that is what you believe,” he snapped, “then you are much more idiotic than I thought you to be.”
This time, you flinched. You kept your head bowed in order to hide the steady stream of tears that rolled down your face. “R-Ravus, please…” you hiccuped, “I know you are hurting, but please…”
“YOU KNOW NOTHING!”
A sob threatened to escape your throat, but you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep it in. “Please,” you whimpered pathetically, “do not hurt me like this, Ravus.”
Your plea seemed to have fallen on deaf ears, for Ravus broke you down even further with one simple but cruel statement.
“I do not need you any longer.”
“Wh-What?”
“You are hereby dismissed of your duties,” he continued, voice devoid of emotion. “Until a more suitable role for you can be found, you will remain at the manor for the time being.”
You were openly weeping by now. “Ravus, you cannot mean this.”
“I do,” he retaliated coldly. “Now get out.”
You lifted your pain-stricken gaze, only to pull away the moment your eyes met Ravus’ seething glare. Where was the Ravus you loved? This wasn’t him. The Ravus you loved wouldn’t hurt you so brutally without any heed to your sensitive emotions. The Ravus you loved wouldn’t strip you of the one thing that gave your life meaning throughout the years.
What were you to do now, if you could not remain by his side?
Sniffling, you shuffled your way towards the doorway where Ravus stood. You lowered your head once more as you bumped against him. But, before taking your leave, you offered some parting words to Ravus that would haunt him forevermore.
“You… You will always be my heart, dear Ravus. I pray that you find peace and happiness.”
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In the days leading to Lunafreya’s escort to Lucis, you steered clear of both her and Ravus. Ultimately, you were no longer bound to them, at least by Ravus’ words.
‘I have failed you, my Princess,’ you thought glumly, looking up at the night sky. ‘How can I remain by your brother’s side if he no longer wants me there?’
Soon, Fenestala Manor grew quiet with the departure of the remaining Nox Fleurets as they traversed to Insomnia. It didn’t take long before news of the nation’s fall reached your region, causing you to plunge into a pit of despair as the tragedy sent a blow to your very core.
King Regis, dead. Even the sweet Prince Noctis was said to have passed on. But what truly broke you was the news that your dearest Lunafreya was gone as well.
Maria, who had remained in your company the past few days, could do little to console you as you drowned in your hysteria. This couldn’t be true. You refused to believe it. No, Lunafreya was still alive. She had to be.
And what of Ravus? Where was he now? Had he fallen amidst Niflheim’s betrayal as well?
You didn’t know what to do with yourself.
‘Please,’ you begged to the heavens above, ‘please, keep them safe. They’re all I have.’
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Some of your worries had been eased at the return of Ravus. Though he retained his cold demeanor, he brought with him a new prosthetic — one that you couldn’t help but marvel at as you stood before him in his office yet again.
Though news of his arrival had reached you, you had forced yourself to remain at your quarters and not seek him out. With the memory of your last conversation still painfully fresh, you chose not to look for Ravus, providing him the space and privacy he had forcefully set between the two of you.
Your efforts were put to rest when Ravus himself summoned you. Here you now were, avoiding his gaze as you fidgeted nervously in front of him.
The silence was incredibly overbearing, but you feared that if you spoke, he would only lash out at you again. Thus, you kept mum, giving Ravus the floor to voice his thoughts, whatever they may be.
At first, he sighed. Then, with a few careful steps, he approached you. Raising a hand — from his flesh limb, notably — he caressed the side of your cheek in a motion so affectionate, you had to question if this was really the same Ravus you had last perceived before the blatant dismissal of your obligations to him.
“You appear well,” he commented softly, his hand leaving your face.
You couldn’t help but long for his touch. Still, all you could do was nod, feeling as if your voice and words would merely betray you if you tried to speak.
“I…” You could hear his fists clench. “Will you look at me? Please?”
At this, you lifted your gaze to meet his eyes. Based on the memory of your last meeting, you had expected to see bitter rage in his stare. You were proven wrong, however, as you found nothing but throbbing emotion looking back at you.
There it was. The same fondness he used to look at you with. The same tenderness and affection his dual-colored eyes had always revered you in.
There was also one other thing you found in his soft gaze, but you dared not voice your thoughts in fear that you were simply dreaming.
In his eyes, you found love.
“I am sorry.” His voice broke. The last time you were a witness to Ravus’ tears was shortly after the death of his mother. Now, such waterworks were making a return, though you found it hard to fathom that these tears were due to his own grieving for you.
“I was wrong,” Ravus went on, reaching out to you but stopping short, as if he was afraid you would reject him. You eased his fears by meeting him halfway, reaching up on your heels to hold his face in your hands. “I do need you, (Name). I will always need you.”
His hands enveloped yours as you both cried for each other. “Ravus…”
“I meant none of it. Not a single word I had uttered that day held any truth. Please, believe me.”
“I know, Ravus,” you sobbed. “I know.”
You don’t know what it was that had happened to him in Insomnia to cause this sudden turnaround in Ravus, but you weren’t going to question it. All that mattered was that he was here now, with you.
“I realize now that it was I who was the foolish one. It was always me. Never, ever you.” This large man, whose mere presence held a threatening aura towards his foes, was now a snivelling mess in your hands. “I beg for your forgiveness.”
“There is nothing to forgive,” you assured him tenderly, wiping away the tears that had leaked during your exchange of words. “I am relieved that you, too, are well.”
“I will never forgive myself for hurting you that day,” he admitted, pulling you closer. You felt your lip quiver as you recalled the relentless words he had directed to you back then.
You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of such memories. “None of that,” you told both Ravus and yourself. “What matters is that you are here now.”
“There is so much that has been lost, but I will not allow you to be lost to me as well. Not anymore.” He paused for a bit, moving his grasp from your hands to your face, albeit hesitantly. “What you said then, did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“You… You own my heart, (Name),” he confessed at last, leaning his forehead on yours. “I would like to know if your sentiments remain the same, though I know I am undeserving of them.”
A sweet smile began to surface amidst your tears. Carefully bringing your face closer to his, you whispered against his lips, “You are my dearest heart, Ravus, as you have been and always will be. Nothing will change that.”
What lay ahead seemed bleak, what with Niflheim’s rise and the still unknown whereabouts of Lunafreya. But, as you remained glued to Ravus, your mouth locked with his in a passionate exchange, all you could do was melt into him and allow your feelings of love to come undone once and for all.
Come what may, you would remain by his side until the very end. What made it easier this time around was the knowledge that he would do the same for you.
At the end of the day, it was just as Lunafreya had told you all those years ago. You were his heart, just as he was yours.
you can’t run from the shadow (but you can invite it to dance)
Chapters: 1 / ?
Summary: Waking up in a different body when she remembered dying was terrifying. Waking up as a character that didn’t exist in a world she knew as a story was…something else entirely.
Warnings: Brown Italian Middle Class Trans Woman reborn as a Pale Royal Cis Woman, Body Dysphoria
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Waking up in a different body was awkward.
Waking up in a different body when she remembered dying was terrifying.
It was strange and wrong and nothing around her made sense. She was a child again, an infant, small and uncoordinated and useless. She couldn’t move, not really, not the way she wanted to, and she could barely see anything unless it was right in front of her face. She could hear voices, but she couldn’t understand them. It was all just noise to her, gibberish, nonsensical sounds that meant nothing to her. She felt like she should understand it, but the knowledge, words, slipped through her fingers like water.
There was a woman with pale skin and dark hair that smiled softly at her.
“Rayna,” she would say, voice gentle and honey sweet.
It took her far longer than she would like to admit to realize that was her name.
It wasn’t the name she remembered, wasn’t the name she had picked for herself in her life that was.
And it wasn’t the only thing that was different. She couldn’t see herself, but she could see her hands. They were chubby, the way all baby hands were, but the skin covering them was the wrong color. It was pale with rosy pink splatches of color. That wasn’t her skin. Not the skin that she remembered. She remembered a golden tan that grew darker in the sun. The skin she had now looked so white that if she went outside, she’d probably burn. She had no idea what color her eyes were or what her hair looked like and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know – wasn’t sure she could handle knowing. The only thing that was keeping her from having a break down every other minute was the fact that is seemed like she had been born with the right parts this time around.
The knowledge that she was in diapers and needed someone to change her was eased, somewhat, by the fact that it was that very occurrence that led her to this realization. She couldn’t see, but she could feel it when whoever was changing her wiped her. The first time she realized, she burst out into great, heaving sobs. There would be no obstacle course, no hoops to jump through, to make her body the right sex this time. No surgeries or treatments or therapies. She was a girl and everyone knew it. As her grasp on the language grew better, she heard people call her the right pronouns without prompting, without her having to correct them. Having the wrong coloring would be easy to handle in comparison.
In theory at least.
She’d wait until the euphoria wore off to make a decision.
The first time she looked in a mirror and realized what she was looking at, she scrutinized her reflection thoroughly. Ignoring the way the adults cooed at her behavior in the background, she leaned in close to get a better look. She was pudgy, face round with baby fat and covered in skin as pale as her hands. It was hard to tell what her features would look like as she grew. Her eyes, she could tell were a little narrower, more pointed in the corners than they were in her last life. She almost expected blue eyes, the way you read about babies’ eyes being, but it looked like hers had settled; a dark gray-green color. Not quite the hazel she had before, but close enough she supposed. Her hair, well, her hair was the right color at least. Dark tufts of fluffy black hair sat on her head with a little purple bow clipped in it. It was baby fine and probably wouldn’t hold curls without a boat load of hair spray even once she was older.
Small hands interrupted her exploitation and she turned to look at a face she now realized looked startling like hers.
Twins, was the delayed thought.
A brother, if her budding grasp on the language was correct. Not that that necessarily meant anything; she’ll just have to ask him when they’re older.
She’s not sure which of them was born first, but she knows that his name was Regis the same way hers was Rayna.
He babbled at her, giving her a sweet smile that only infants could pull off, and she found herself cooing back without even thinking.
She could live with this.
Waking up in a different body when she remembered dying was terrifying.
Waking up as a character that didn’t exist in a world she knew as a story was…something else entirely.
It took her awhile to put it together. She knew Regis. Her brother, her twin, her constant companion. But then she learned that the man that visited them often with the woman with pale skin and dark hair was named Mors. And as she learned the language, she realized little things: the way the women who watched over her and Regis called them “Highness,” the way people called Mors and the woman who visited “Majesty,” words like “Insomnia” and “Lucis” and “Astrals.”
She’d been reborn as the twin sister of Regis Lucis Caelum, 113th King of Lucis.
Fuck.
Her brother, who smiled at her and shared toys with her and pat her cheeks because he knew it made her giggle. Her brother, who was going to die at fifty because of an old grudge and a stupid prophecy after draining his life force for who knew how many years to act as a shield for as many people as he could shelter. Her brother, who wanted nothing more than for his son to live even though he was born to die for the very Astrals they all worshipped as gods.
Her brother, who made her love him without even trying.
She turned to look at Regis, napping on the playmat next to her, ignorant of the sword hanging above his neck. She took his hand and his fingers curled around hers automatically, an inborn reflex that neither of them had really outgrown yet, but one that never failed to turn her heart to mush.
Regis stirred and yawned, smacking his lips together as his eyes opened to peer up at her, hazy with sleep.
“Ray’a,” he slurred, curling around her clumsily, burrowing into her side like he belonged there.
Her breath hitched and she felt her eyes burn. That was her name now. Her new name was her new brother’s first word, sloppy and sleep slurred as it was, it was still her name. She curled around him in turn, hands clasped between them.
“Re’is,” she whispered back, tongue clumsy in her mouth, heart in her throat.
Her brother hummed and dropped back into the land of dreams.
She stayed awake and whispered his name until she could say it properly without fail.
The gods of this world wanted her brother’s servitude.
They wanted him to serve their Crystal, to drain his magic to nothing until the only thing he had left to give was himself. And then they would demand more. The life of his future son, her future nephew, for the sake of a prophesy that would have never been if these gods had been the kind that kept their word.
One of the Ardynoct Week fics I’m doing was (is) going to be focused almost entirely on NSFW but somehow I now also have a god!Noctis that has fun unleashing plagues of mosquitoes upon humans that damage the planet lol
Pls Eos give me resolve enough to finish these fics
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Follow me into my city of ruin, lightbringer,” Ardyn murmurs, with one last kiss. “And we shall see what rises when it is over.”
An interlude between the moment when Noctis and Co. confront Ardyn in the throne room, and the final battle in the streets of Insomnia. Ardyn will let Noctis's friends go, but only if the Chosen King graces his table for one last meal. Or, as it happens, a glass of wine.
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Yeah, I finished the game and of course I’m obsessed with these two, who’s surprised? (Answer: no one).
(This is a canon compliant fic sooooooooo you know)
A/N: This is a one-shot post “Next to You.” I have to admit, I’ve been listening to some ASMR erotica audios and well... This happened. Writing a mildly Dom!Ignis was interesting. The --- area is the smutty part.
Enjoy!
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18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PLEASE.
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Established relationship off of events from “Next to You”, Game spoilers post chapter 10.
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Ignis’ ears caught a rush of air from movement, followed with a light patter of footsteps. His body felt heavy and glistened with sweat; his throat dry with anticipation. Feeling his muscles tense up from tightly gripping his daggers, he quickly turned to engage his opponent only to be knocked down on the floor from impact for the umpteenth time.
A stern, authoritative voice then spoke.
“You focus too much with your ears. Feel for the attack instead of foreseeing it.”
He let out a frustrated puff of air out of his mouth and rested his left forearm to his knee. His knitted eyebrows further expressed his annoyance as his head tilted downwards.
“We’ll end here for today.”
Ignis jolted his head up strongly refuted, “No! (Y/N)... please,” he softly pleaded. “One more time.”
“Ig. We’ve been at this for two hours,” she firmly replied and shifted weight to one of her legs. “You’re tired. I’m tired.”
“I just need to—”
“Ignis Scientia.”
The warning tone (Y/N) used was close to his mother’s. It was almost terrifying how she could replicate it so naturally.
“A well rested body and mind yields better focus than one in shambles.”
“Heh, quoting our academy teacher now, are we?”
“It’s the only useful thing he’s ever said that stuck.”
Letting out a defeated sigh, Ignis surrendered and dismissed his daggers back into the void of the Crystal Room. (Y/N) walked over and reached down to help him back up off of the ground with a strong tug. He secured his hand atop her upper arm as she handed him his walking cane. Softly thanking her, they made their way back down from the rooftop of her apartment building in Lestallum.
With Noct in Crystal sleep, Eos fell into darkness. The remaining three members of the king’s entourage returned to Lestallum heavy with emotion. Finally reuniting with (Y/N) and seeing him in his current state, all she could do was hold him in a silent embrace, not shedding a single tear.
The only words she uttered were, “You endured and none the worse for wear.”
After giving them some time to settle down, she mustered up the courage to ask about their trip to Gralea one evening over food and beer. The three gave as much information to her as they could before emotions took over the moment scumbag Ardyn was mentioned. Swallowing the weighty lump, (Y/N) hesitated to ask about her parents’ whereabouts.
She had to know for closure.
Her pulse drummed heavily at the base of her throat upon inquiring, followed with a rush of blood to her head as her stomach dropped down to Ifrit’s lair: there were no signs of life found within Niflheim and could only assume their minds and souls were transferred to an MT gone rogue. (Y/N)’s breath quickened as her body shook from mixed emotions of shock and rage. As much as she despised them, they were still family. After a few weeks of physically working through all of her thoughts and feelings by killing daemons, all she was left with was pity; pity over their desperation for influence and power, the fruits of their labor were all for naught from one simple, yet terrible and costly decision.
They were as blind as Ignis and she was officially the last living member of the (Y L/N)s.
Despite the circumstances, (Y/N) made the best of it as “Rose.” However, Prompto accidentally let slip of her real name one evening after coming back into town from a hunt and one of the hunters heard it within an earshot. It turns out her family had pissed off a good amount of them in the past, which was no surprise to her at all. Before an angry mob formed, several women of Lestallum came to her defense; she was a Lestallian in their eyes after all she’s done for them and could give two shits less about her history.
The solidarity of the females basically made a statement of, “If you have a problem, fight us about it.”
Safe to say, that conflict was quickly dismantled.
After the incident, the hunters gradually came around to her being around them again upon realizing she wasn’t going to kill them in their sleep. Gladio and Prompto busied themselves by tagging along daemon hunts with other hunters; sometimes they hunted alone. Just because Noct wasn’t here didn’t mean they could slack off on their end. They needed to prepare for the day he returns. As a man bound to his duty, Ignis felt the same.
After taking a brief interlude to himself, he asked (Y/N) to re-train all of his abilities, from cooking to combat in order to be self-sufficient again. Having had sensory deprivation training as a child from her family of rogue assassins, she was reluctant to. ‘Hellish’ couldn’t even begin to describe the psychological ordeal she went through.
But he didn’t care. He only wanted to renew his purpose, to test himself whether or not he deserved to be by the King’s side until the very end.
When she initially refused, there were times (Y/N) had to physically assert herself to pin him down when he felt restless. He’d sneak away to do solo daemon hunts on a few occasions in success. However, it only took one time where a group of hunters had to bring him back after being overwhelmed and gravely injured from several Ice Grenades. After three days of treating the severe burns, she finally agreed for the sake of shutting him up and frankly, his persistence ran her ragged.
As (Y/N) reached for the doorknob to enter her apartment, his arm snuck around her waist from behind and kissed her on the cheek.
“What’s this all of a sudden?”
“A small reward for keeping your end of the promise,” he softly replied into her ear. His breath lightly tickled her lobe.
Smiling to herself, she let both of them in and simply said, “Gonna take more than a kiss like that to convince me to let you go out solo again.”
“Heh, you got me,” he apologetically spoke with a light chuckle.
(Y/N) turned to him and gently grabbed both his hands.
“Ig. Don’t rush it,” she gently consoled. “It’ll click once you do.”
“I understand. I really do, but...” He let out a sharp breath. “Gladio and Prompto are out there doing what they can to get stronger and I—”
“You’re on your way,” she soothed and squeezed his hand. “Haste makes waste.”
“I hate your logic sometimes.”
“I learned from the best,” she playfully jabbed back and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Go wash up. I’ll tend to food.”
Leaning his cane on the wall by the door, Ignis removed his protective shades and made his way to the bathroom. Having only seen her place once before losing his vision, he had perfect recall of her small alcove studio layout. He went about his routine like normal and hopped into the shower stall. Feeling the lukewarm beads of liquid cascade down his hair and toned back, he rested his forehead onto the cool tiled wall in hopes of washing away his blighting stress.
Adjusting to being blind was, for a lack of a better word, debilitating. Having excelled at everything for as long as he could remember, finding himself suddenly lagging behind exceeded the feeling of disappointment; Ignis felt impotent. As much as he tried to reassure himself to not let this handicap deter him from his duties, it’s been proven much harder than it led on.
His once crystal clear path was now marred with darkness.
Aside from the night terrors plaguing his world of dreams in the velvet obsidian, he gradually grew accustomed to the dark and no longer feared it with (Y/N)’s support and comfort.
She gave Ignis firm pushes of encouragement backed by silent strength. Their domestic life mixed with strict training sessions left little energy for lovemaking, but the desire was definitely there. Within all this, he also discovered a new sensation rising from the pits of his heart whenever she tried to initiate physical intimacy: it was anxiety. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to be a proper lover to her. And every time she tried to, Ignis regretfully pushed her away.
He once woke up in the middle of the night and heard her pleasuring herself beside him while trying to muffle her soft cries and lustful huffs into her pillow. Needless to say, the sound of her voice resonated with his half-erect, twitching manhood, desperately wanting in on the action. He waited until she finished and fell back asleep to go to the bathroom to relieve himself.
She’s given so much to him and he had yet to return anything to her.
Exiting the bathroom, he toweled off his now unstyled hair and walked back out to smell a familiar scent.
“Dry-Aged Tender Roast Stew?” he asked and entered the small kitchen. “Where did you get the meat?”
“I found a good portion stashed in the back of my cabinet,” (Y/N) replied while slowly stirring the pot. “Figured it’s aged enough. Had to cut off some parts off due to the mold.”
“It should be done in the next minute or two,” Ignis sniffed again and noted. “Any longer and the stuff at the bottom will burn.”
“Your kitchen senses are excelling faster than I expected,” she commended and killed the fire on the stove.
(Y/N) let him tend to putting their portions of the stew into the bowls while she got the utensils. It wouldn’t be long before he could go back to the chopping block without losing a finger. The two sat down and began eating their dinner.
“When you were doing your training...” he began. “How did they deprive you of your senses?”
“One of my ancestors was gifted with apothecary and accidentally created a blinding potion. The effects were temporary, of course,” (Y/N) elaborated. “Whoever was training us would escort us into a windowless room after taking it. It was so quiet in there, you’d think you were deaf and the stillness would drive anyone crazy. But when someone spoke, you could hear them clear as day.”
Her orange eyes went dark with bitter memories of her childhood as her gaze looked downward at her food.
“I take it none of you willingly took this concoction?”
“My parents would sneak it into our drinks to throw us into a sink or swim setting,” she grimaced. “Chronos and Azrael adapted quickly; I pretty much panicked and cried. That made the training much harsher...” She wryly chuckled from her dry throat. “I thought I’d die by their hands.”
“How did you get through it?”
“When you’re in a life-threatening situation, your fight or flight senses go into overdrive. My mind was all sorts of messed up after. I’d isolate myself in my room and made things to calm down, like Chronos’ chocobo keychain and what not.”
“That would explain your frequent absences from school back then...” Ignis concluded. “And here I thought you were just playing hooky.”
“Were it up to me, I would’ve lived there.”
Dinner finished without incident and with the dishes properly cleaned, the two relaxed on the couch. Feeling the sudden shift of movement from the opposite end, Ignis felt her warm arms wrap around his torso. Her head found its way to the crook between his neck and shoulder, nuzzling her soft lips there. Playfully nipping at a small patch of skin, he softly sucked in a breath.
“Darling...” he tutted and placed a firm, but hesitant hand on her shoulder.
Even though he couldn’t see, he could clearly sense her disappointment and frustration as she rolled her lips in; a habit of hers whenever she held her tongue. (Y/N) pulled away from Ignis with a downward gaze and slumped shoulders. Six knew he understood her sexual frustration.
“I’m… gonna wash up and turn in first. Night,” she quietly said and got off of the sofa to make her way to the bathroom. He sighed heavily after hearing the door close behind him and rested his elbows on his knees. His hands loosely clasped together and felt the ache and unease grip tightly around his heart and loins yet again. Feeling himself starting to hyperventilate, he immediately stopped when he heard her barely audible voice moaning past the sound of running water, noticing the huskiness of her sounds were much more carnal than usual.
Even though he was emotionally and mentally hesitant, his physicality said otherwise upon feeling himself twitch between his legs. If he couldn’t get over this hurdle, how would he proceed past his current obstacle?
Ignis stood from the couch with determination and removed his clothing piece by piece as he walked to the bathroom. The door swung open with a light bang, startling (Y/N).
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“I-Ig!” she exclaimed in a voice two pitches higher than usual and panted heavily. “Did something—”
Immediately stepping into the shower stall and closing the door from behind, his lips crashed down onto hers with force and urgency; his hands found her wrists and pinned them onto the cool, tile wall. He could feel heat radiating off the apples of her cheeks from her solo endeavors beforehand. His tongue forcefully opened her mouth and thoroughly explored it like it was his first time.
Ignis hastily released as he latched on, heavily huffing.
“My apologies for neglecting your needs...” he whispered and softly dragged his hand down from her wrists to cup her face. His broad back shielded her from the running water coming from the shower.
“Y-you don’t have to push—”
“Just because I can’t see doesn’t mean I can’t hear your reactions,” he interrupted huskily. “Like so.”
His left hand reached down and casually rubbed her small nub of nerve endings, already feeling her wetness pool at his fingertips. (Y/N)’s thigh muscles lightly jerked and let out a breathy moan. His right hand made his way down to his shaft and lightly pumped at his already full erection.
Her breath immediately hitched when she felt his fingers spread her labia, his middle fingertip teasing her wet entrance with painfully slow, circular motions. Her core and legs were trembling with uncontrollable desire to feel him as she muffled a moan in her throat. Her hips bucked to each one of his ghosted, teasing touches and squeezed her eyes close. His face hovered close and barely grazed his lips onto hers.
”(Y/N)...” he whispered. “Look at me.”
When she refused to, his middle finger then found its way to her entrance and casually slipped in as her lustful ache grew. The tingles rushing between her legs made her finally snap them open and gasped, staring into his glassy orb.
“Look how wet you are, darling...” he remarked in a calm, whispering voice. He softly grunted with approval at how quickly she was unraveling by his hands. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, her positive reactions have been stroking his ego in ways more than one.
Ignis also discovered another part of himself: dominance.
“It must be so hard for you to not feel me,” he hissed out with a low growl. “And I take it fingers won’t be enough this time around.”
“Ig, please...” she let out a shaky whimper and shuddered to his touch.
He then leaned into her right ear and whispered, “I do wonder... if your pussy remembers how my cock feels inside.”
All she could muster out was another whimper and a light moan from her lips.
“I dunno how much more I can take,” (Y/N) huffed out, her chest heavily rising up and down.
“As tempted as I am to continue teasing you like this, I’m at my tipping point, too,” he confessed. “Turn around for me, love,” he silkily requested with a hushed voice. “I want to feel you from all angles.”
She did what was asked and gasped aloud when she felt the tip of his erection rub against her lubricated and lustful folds. Before she could have some kind of reaction, his head eased in. Ignis let out a controlled breath from his lips and groaned.
“You’re squeezing and twitching around me so eagerly, love,” he gasped out and grunted. “I wonder if you’ll come just from this.”
He pulled back out and rubbed his head to further taunt her frustration.
“Ig...” she warned through gritted teeth, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her submit to him. Before she could continue her thought, Ignis put himself halfway back inside her. (Y/N) haplessly moaned.
“Tell me, darling...” he panted in a barely audible voice and teased her nipples by flicking them with his fingers. “What would you like me to do to you? I want to hear your desires.”
She stifled a moan when he lightly pinched her sensitive pebbled nubs, sending a shiver down her body as she shook from the edging. There was a time and place for pride; this was not one of them. She needed him now.
“... R-Ravage me, Ignis,” she mewled out through stutters. “I want you to p-pound me with your rock hard cock.”
Feeling the corner of his lip curl up with satisfaction, he leaned in again and uttered, “Good girl.”
Quivering with excitement and lust, (Y/N) let out a soft moan when he pushed himself further inside. Her body quickly readjusted to his length and girth pooling heat between her legs. Ignis’ hands found their way to her breasts and gently cupped them as he built his rhythm slowly from his hips. He gave them a firm squeeze when he pushed hard into her, earning him a verbal reply in the form of an elated approval. Her erect nipples were now situated between the gaps of his index and middle finger; he teasingly pinched them as he sped up his pace. The slapping of their wet skin on each other only furthered his auditory arousal.
Ignis’ lovemaking this time was feral and raw, like wanted to prove something to himself.
His lips landed on the back of her neck, tracing every sensitive part of her flesh with his tongue and teeth, hissing breaths and growls of pleasure in between. She arched her back with need as his rhythm got rougher, her moans and pants echoing in the stall. His right hand migrated down between her legs and stimulated her clitoris again, sending another electric jolt up her spine. Her mind was beginning to go blank as Ignis’ heated lips and breaths then rested beside (Y/N)’s right ear.
“(Y/N)...” he huffed out and languidly moaned, his left hand firmly squeezing her breast as he continued to pump himself into her. “I’m at my limit.”
“Don’t… Don’t hold back, Ig. Let it out,” she replied between moans. “I want to feel your warmth.”
His thrusts became stronger and erratic as he neared climax and with a stuttered grunt, Ignis released his thick strands of orgasm inside her. (Y/N) came short after and felt him drip out between her jittery legs. The rest of his tribute were washed down the drain from the running shower as she rested her upper body on the wall, panting. It was a lot more intense than she imagined. He tightly embraced her from behind and rested his face on the small of her back, trying to catch his breath as his member softened up inside her and pulled out.
“I’m sorry if I was too rough before...” he uttered out and dotted slow kisses near her shoulder blade.
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Mustering up enough energy, she turned around and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
“It was... different. In a good way,” she affirmed. “Never thought you could get like that.”
Her hands made its way up to brush his wet locks back from his face and stroked his scarred eye; to which he lightly flinched at as his hand jumped up and grabbed hers.
“(Y/N)… Please,” he softly pleaded with shame.
“Scars make us who we are...” she began and guided his hand over to her left ribcage, where her brand resided. “You told me that.”
She leaned in and peppered kisses on the scar tissue just above his cheekbone and stroked it lovingly with her thumb before tightly embracing him, letting the water hit her forearms.
“We should get out now. My feet are feeling pruney,” she suggested with a soft laugh.
“I’m inclined to agree. I’m sure the salon downstairs won’t be happy we wasted so much water.”
Finally shutting it off, the two exited the stall and toweled each other off. Ignis took the opportunity to ravage (Y/N) again in the alcove bedroom to make up for all the lost time and frustration from both parties. Their sparring session the next day went a lot better. Every sneak attack she tried to do, Ignis was able to meet her a second before their weapons clashed. When she launched her daggers at him, he managed to gracefully dodge it and dashed at her with his blade inches from her throat.
“Good...” she huffed out and stepped back. He withdrew his weapons from her and disappeared from his hands upon release. “You’ve finally achieved equilibrium between your instincts and hearing. All it took was for you to get laid.”
Ignis chuckled lightly.
“Yes. I had to lighten the load.”
She let out a light cough between stifling giggles.
“Anyway, we’ll start polearms next week.”
Repeating their post training routine, he called out to her as she reached for his walking cane.
“Thank you, (Y/N)… For doing this for me. After listening to your explanation, I now understand why you refused.”
“What I’m doing with you now is just the light version,” she quietly responded. “Your parents didn’t willfully release daemons at you.”
“Daemons? How—”
“Their lovely contacts graciously lent them the ability to control the lower leveled ones.”
“So they were in touch with Niflheim from years ago then?”
“Seems like it...” she trailed off.
“(Y/N)... With everything going on right now...”Ignis hesitated to ask but the words fell from his lips. “Won’t it trigger you?”
“Under normal circumstances, yes.”
“I sense a ‘but’ coming along.”
(Y/N) let out a breathless chuckle, impressed their synergy was unwavering after all this time.
“I have you to keep me in check.”
She placed his cane into his hands and leaned in to give him a light peck on the lips. His expression went from soft to surprised in a millisecond upon reopening his right eye and let out a light gasp. His foggy orb darted around like he was chasing something.
“Ig… what’s wrong?” she asked with a tone of concern and rested her hand on his upper arm.
His mouth was dry and could only let out breathless stutters.
“Ig!”
“I-I...” he finally found his voice again and swallowed hard before continuing. “I can… see! … Sort of.”
“Wh-What?”
“I mean...” Ignis took a deep breath to regain his composure and spoke again. “I can see you… A very dark, blurry shape of you, at least,” he finished in a whisper and reached out to cup her face with shaky hands. He let out another gasp followed with an awkward chuckle, trying not to cry. “You’re right in front of me…”
(Y/N) reached up and rested her hand on top of his, huffing a voiceless laugh of disbelief. Had the Six finally took mercy on the king’s advisor? Despite the surrounding ebony of despair, a small flower of hope bloomed inside their chest. She tip-toed and kissed him on the forehead.
“What did I tell you, huh?” she said softly and stared into his shielded eyes. “None the worse for wear.”
Taglist: @chocobrowrangler, @chocobrodreamteam, @iinkpools and @nifwrites on this. Because smut. That’s why.
