#queenchocohoe

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Hello! I love your blog! :3 You write so well ^-^ I hope it's okay I make a request? ^^; If it's alright, may I request for Iggy? Like, his s/o can somehow heal his blindness in exchange for her losing her sight but she didn't tell him that before she heals him? Sorry if this sounds weird, I had a dream similar to this o.o I hope you have a lovely day! ^^

Oh hello! :D I’m so glad you like, and thank you so much!!! I feel like such a flustered mess and hope that I’m doing these men some realistic justice /sob

Yaaaaasssss! Make ALL the requests!

One angsty Iggy oneshot coming riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight up!

Warning: Obvious spoilers

Additional note: You’ll start to probably notice a pattern, but I make my s/o (“Reader”) characters a mage that uses both white and black magic (per the FF-universe). So that will be mentioned in here as well.

Also, sorry if this feels rushed at all? I wanted to keep it one-shot length while still trying to get certain information in there. I hope you still like it, though, @@queenchocohoe !

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This never should have happened.

You could still remember the sound of crashing waves as Altissia citizens scrambled to evacuate the city. People were screaming, children were crying, and the waves just kept coming. The loud roar of Leviathan echoed through the air, freezing your very core as you looked up at her in her rage.

You remembered seeing Prompto and Noctis flying around in an imperial ship of some sort, trying to get close enough to the Astral to form their covenant. You prayed that it would be swift before more people were hurt.

You remembered another great roar that shook the entire city followed by a massive wave coming in your direction. You spun your staff above your head before dropping the bottom tip to the ground, creating a protective barrier. It held long enough for Ignis to clear the last of the civilians down another corridor and seal it up.

You remembered hearing Ignis shout your name as your barrier shattered and you two were overcome by the massive wave.

Somehow, the two of you had come upon an area of safety as the water rolled over the edge of a building, throwing you two against the railing along the edge of the building’s rooftop. You coughed and sputtered, trying to get the water out of your mouth and lungs.

You heard Ignis’s groans from a few short feet away and slowly looked up. You remembered all the blood that gushed down the side of his face and saw the broken piece of the railing where Ignis’s face had hit.

“Oh my god, Ignis!” You’d shouted as you crawled over to him. You reached for your staff, ready to use it to summon your healing magic, when you felt resistance. You turned your head and looked up to see none other than Ardyn Izunia standing above you with a dark smirk. You remember feeling your stomach drop as your fingers tightened around your staff.

“It would seem your luck has run out, dear maiden,” Ardyn cooed before he rose his foot and slammed it down on the top of your staff where your aether crystal was. The crystal shattered and the magic within it was released.

You screamed as Ardyn took a step back. He watched you scramble for the shattered pieces before smirking and turning to leave.

You tried to pick up the pieces. You tried to put back together what you could… but it was no use. The crystal’s magic was gone, and so was your only way to convert aether into magic.

You remembered hearing Ignis groan again and rushing to his side. You cradled his head in your lap and placed your hands on either side of his face. You let out a choked sob as you begged for the Astrals to hear your plea, to allow you to convert the lingering aether into magic you could use to heal him.

But your pleas had been met with silence.

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The healers had done their best. They had stopped the bleeding and managed to keep Ignis alive at the very least, which was more than you could have honestly asked for at this point. The air was heavy with grief and mourning, however.

Lunafreya was dead.

Noctis and Ignis were fighting for their lives.

And there had been absolutely nothing you could have done with your staff broken.

You dropped your head into your hands, tears filling your eyes. The one time that they needed you and you failed them. You could have saved them, you were sure of it. No one had to die that day… but Ardyn made sure that you wouldn’t have even had a chance to prove yourself.

“Lady (Y/N)?”

Your head shot up at the sound of your name. One of the healers stood just outside a door, looking down at where you were sitting in the hallway.

“Your companion is waking up,” she said.

You scrambled to your feet and rushed up to the door. You took a deep breath and stepped inside. Two other healers stood at either side of the bed as the man in the bed let out a soft groan. The groan made your insides twist, remembering the pained sound the man had made earlier. You approached slowly as he struggled to sit up. The two woman at his sides immediately helped him to sit up just as you made it to the foot of the bed.

Your stomach dropped at the sight of the large bandage along his left temple that went as far as to extend over his left eye. Your stomach dropped further when one of the women reached up to remove the bandage. Their healing magic had done well to close up any wounds, but the scar that remained behind would likely haunt you for the rest of your life.

Had you been able to heal him at the time of the injury, that scar would look like nothing… But, instead, it bloomed over the left side of his face, red and angry.

Ignis cleared his throat, his voice rough, as he slowly shook his head. “Why…. Why is it so dark in here?” he asked.

Your heart stopped beating.

“Dark, dear?” one of the women at his side asked.

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice uneasy and loudening.

“Ignis, it’s okay. I’m here,” you spoke up, moving around the foot of the bed to sit down by his legs. You reached out to touch his leg through the blanket. You felt him jerk as if he’d been surprised by the touch.

“(Y/N)... (Y/N), did all of the power go out in that last attack?” Ignis asked, his head moving around to try to find the direction you’d moved in.

Tears filled your eyes and your throat closed up. Ignis had finally looked up enough for you to see his eyes. Deep forest green irises had been replaced by a dirty, milky-white color with only a hint of green mixed into it.

“Oh Ignis…” you whispered, unable to speak any louder with the emotion that washed over you. “Oh Ignis…” you repeated again before a choked sob passed your lips.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), what’s wrong??” His voice became frantic at hearing your cry. He started to move, trying to find you.

You quickly stood and moved closer to his side, shifting to sit down right next to him. You reached out to take one of his hands, squeezing it tightly with both of yours before slowly bringing it up to your face.

“Ignis… The lights aren’t off,” you whispered softly.

“The lights aren’t--...” His words stopped there.

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No one blamed you, which only made you feel worse about the whole thing.

While Ignis and Noctis recovered, another mage had assisted you with getting a new staff. The staff itself wasn’t difficult to come by, but the aether crystal used to convert the magic wasn’t as easy. Luckily for you, though, your mage-friend had some connections and your new staff was ready to go by the time the train had arrived to take you and your friends to Tenebrae.

The entire adventure through the mines to find the next royal tomb, you spent as Ignis’s side. When the others hurried on ahead to investigate something, you walked patiently alongside Ignis Your staff was carried on your back, leaving your hands free. You used this opportunity to gently touch Ignis’s wrist with your hand, leaving him with the reassurance that you were there.

After the fight with the Malboro, Ignis’s speech that he would continue on even without his eyesight brought a new wave of tears to your eyes and you kept quiet and off to the side as they spoke. When it was time to head back up, Ignis sought you out, whispering words of gratitude to you.

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When the train came to a sudden halt, a sick feeling pooled in your stomach. You knew that you’d likely run into trouble on your way to Tenebrae, but you’d hoped that maybe, just maybe, things could finally work in your favor.

While Noctis and Prompto assisted with outside and atop the train, you helped Gladio and Ignis with getting the train started up again. You fought in earnest, throwing fireballs, ice flurries, and thunderbolts at any who even thought of coming close to you or the other passengers.

That’s when the call came in. Prompto had been pushed off the train at some point, courtesy of manipulation from Ardyn. You cursed the chancellor’s name a hundred times as you pulled Noctis into your arms once he arrived back with the group. You held him, cradled him, in comfort as he tried to cope with what had just happened.

Your small group spent a short time near the ruined home of Lunafreya and Ravus Nox Fleuret, leaving the train’s passengers safe at the terminal, before your group of now four departed toward the Empire’s capital.

But fate had other plans. Daemons plagued the tracks and, soon enough, they nearly overpowered the train. The train came to a halt near the corpse of the Astral Shiva. You paused in your steps outside the train, your eyes falling on the Astral’s corpse. Something about Shiva was calling to you, though you weren’t sure why…

Your thoughts were cut off when another attack came. You fought off the demons before returning to the train cars to find none other than Ardyn. His taunts were short lived, however, as a figure appeared.

“Gentiana?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper from your spot on the ground. You, Gladio, and Ignis had been incapacitated, but you woke quicker to watch the woman as she smiled and ice began to wrap around her body. Gentiana became the Astral Shiva right before your eyes and shattered Ardyn’s form before turning to look back at Noctis.

Before Noctis could step forward to request covenant with the Astral, however, you threw yourself forward, falling at the woman’s feet. Shiva looked down at you silently, soft eyes watching you curiously.

“Shiva, I beg of you… Please help me,” you begged at her feet. The Astral watched you before slowly shifting to kneel in front of you. Her icy hand reached out to touch your chin and you shivered, swallowing hard.

“I hear your request through your heart, and see true honesty in your eyes… Your request, my child, will come at a price,” she spoke, her icy voice sending chills down your spine.

“I’ll… I’ll pay whatever price you ask… It should have never happened in the first place…” you whispered, your eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Then I shall grant your request, as well as form covenant with your dear prince.”

Everything became white.

And then black.

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“(Y/N)???”

Your eyebrows knit together as you started to wake from your slumber. You had no idea how long you’d been out or what exactly had happened since you’d spoken to Shiva.

You opened your eyes only to be met with darkness. Your eyebrows knit together again.

“Why… Why is it so dark?” you asked.

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Chaos ensued.

Your group had narrowly escaped being captured by Imperials at the cost of the Regalia. Your group had been split apart, Noctis being separated from the already small group. You made your way into a building of some sort and Gladio offered to go scout ahead while Ignis stayed behind with you.

Silence fell between the two of you until Gladio’s footsteps disappeared. Then you felt gloved hands gently cup your face, turning your gaze upward. You could feel Ignis’s breath warm on your face and you knew he was close.

“Why?” he finally asked, his voice strained.

You slowly shut your eyes, though you knew it made little difference to yourself. It just felt right.

“You should have never lost your vision on the first place… I failed you to begin with, so this is me making things right.”

You felt his hands shake, heard his breathing becoming shaky. You could smell his tears and it made tears spring to your own eyes.

“I don’t deserve you…” Ignis whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Nonsense,” you replied, your hands slowly coming up to find his face, your fingertips brushing over his jawline.

“I’m not worth it, (Y/N)!” he tried to convince you, but you could only smile.

“You’re always worth it, love,” you replied.

With that, your fingers found his lips. With this guideline, you leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips. His breath hitched before he drew you in, drinking in your taste as he returned your kiss. You could feel him pouring every bit of emotion in him into the action through the way his warm lips meshed with yours and the way his tongue met yours.

“You are always worth it, Ignis Scientia…” you whispered against his mouth, clutching him tightly.

[chocobostrinket]

Hello, first of all, I love your writing! It's very good :3 I was wondering if I could request a headcanon? Like, how would the guys react if during battle their s/o jumped in front of them and took a life threatening hit for them and barely survived? o.o Thank you :3

Noctis:

He’d be absolutely APPALLED upon seeing his S/O take an ice bomb in full force on his behalf.

He hadn’t been watching himself as carefully as he should have, and had left himself unguarded. 

And Ice bomb had seen the opening and moved to get closer and implode.

But his S/O would have dropped their weapon and ran over, flinging him clear of the attack at the last moment.

They’d be covered in frost instantly, and drop to the ground. The very air they BREATHED hurt them because it was so cold. 

He’d rush over to them, fending off another attack before it could hurt them even more.

However, they’d be frozen where they had dropped, and start shaking uncontrollably. They wouldn’t feel like they couldn’t breath and everything would start to fade.

It was so cold.

Meanwhile, he’d have to leave them on the ground where they are so he can finish dispatching the enemies with the rest of the group. 

Once that’s done he’d rush back to their side and pull them into his arms. 

Ignis would tell him they’d need to get them to a safe area and raise their body temperature before it took too much of a toll.

They’d do just that. They’d get to a haven, strip them down to their tanktop and jeans, bundle them in blankets by the fire and Noctis would just hold them.

They’d hope it was enough. 

When they’d come to, they’d still fell cold, but alive. And Noctis would kiss them all over their face in relief, and tell them never to do that to him again. 

They’d dead look him in the eye and refuse. “Feelings for each other aside, it’s part of my JOB to keep you alive.”

So he’d retaliate by refusing to let them free of the blankets and his arms until they agree.

They wouldn’t mind, “I’m still cold anyways.”

Of course, then he’d threaten to leave them by the camp fire alone. 

Which, they reply they’re certain one of the other guys would be GLAD to help them warm up. (They’re joking but that only makes Noctis sullen and cause him to ignore them even if he refused to let them go.)

It’s be a source of tension. They’re willing to die for him, but he’d want them to live for him.

TLDR; He’d panic, but do right by them. He’d do everything he could to make them better, and when they are better, he’d make them promise not to do it again. However, if they don’t agree he will grow angry. But not at them. It’d make him want to strive to be better. So the next time he’s in a situation like that, his S/O wouldn’t have to almost die for him. 

Prompto:

He hadn’t seen the MT until it was too late. They had lunged forward for him, a diagonal slash ready to take him out of the battle.

But it never landed. His S/O tackled him out of the way, but in the process was struck themselves. 

The blow landed across their collar bones, much too close to the throat for his comfort. And they’d start losing blood. A frightening amount of it, and they’d be unconscious in seconds.

He’d press his hands to the wound to try and slow the bleeding and it does help some. But the blood would start to stain his hands after a while.

He’d start gunning like a madman, never leaving their side. Just pointing and shooting through his fear. 

When the battles over, he’d quickly call everyone over to see who had a curative. 

He’d pour the potion down their throat, and feel the skin knit back together under his hands. 

They wouldn’t wake though. The potion could heal the flesh but not replace blood.

So they’d camp for the night, and Prompto would wait for them to wake up after trying to wash their blood from his hands. (It’s stained there, and scared the shit out of him every time he sees it.)

When they wake they ask if HE’S alright.

His starts gibbering nonsense he’s so pissed at them, turning red in the face from frustration, and only managed to make one sentence come out clear. 

“DON’T DO THAT AGAIN.” 

And they’d laugh, high pitched and clear and pull him down into a kiss with them. “I love you too.” 

TLDR; He’d panic as well, but handle it. It would only be after they’re out of danger and recovering he’d realize, “holy shit, I almost lost them.” He’d find the thought so upsetting, he wouldn’t be able to make actual words come out of his mouth, only distressed noises. And he’d be angry at them. He’d think he wasn’t worth dying over.

Gladio:

He had trained to handle dangerous situations, and could withstand most things. But one doesn’t walk away from a fight with a coeurl unharmed.

When it casts lightning at him, he fully expected to be taken out of the fight by it. He was prepared for it.

But nothing could have prepared him to see his S/O step in front of him so calmly, and absorb the shock meant for him.

On someone his size, it would have hurt him yes, maybe even kept him down for a week or so. But on someone their size...

Their heart stopped dead in their chest and they fell to the ground.

He’d roar and end up fighting all the harder. And when the beast is dead he’d demand a phoenix down to bring them back.

And up the feather going up in flames, they’d inhale sharply and clutch at his sleeve. 

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” He’d reassure. And then he’d scoop them off the ground and carry them to their camp. 

He knew that no matter what he’d say that they loved him too much to let him be hurt. And he’d do the same. It was an understanding between them.

That didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt him to think about losing them because of his mistakes.

TLDR; He accepts that their love will cause them to protect the other, and get hurt on the other’s behalf. And he’d fine with it. But he’d suffer mentally and scold himself over and over if he did almost lose them.

Ignis:

He’d usually so careful. He watches the other’s backs and heals when he’d needed. And as a result he watches his own back constantly as well. He can’t afford to slip up when the others rely on him.

But all’s it takes is one misstep. 

An MT assassin rushing up to him in a blind spot. He’d hear his S/O yell his name too late and brace for the pain.

But it never came. He’d look behind him and see his S/O standing over the defeated MT. He’d thank them, and they’d say think nothing of it.

It wouldn’t be untl after the battle he sees that they’ve been run through with a poisoned blade. 

They’d hang on just for him though, refusing to go unconscious while he administered the antidote first, and then pull the blade out and gave them a potion.

They’d be a shaky mess from how hard it was to hang on, but in the end he’d pull them into an embrace. He’d feel so guilty for letting his guard waver.

“everyone needs someone to watch their back Ig. You can’t be perfect.”

TLDR: he’d be the most stable out of them all, the emotions of almost losing them hitting him after they’re fully healed and out of danger.