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secret-engima · 4 years

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Does Regis ever ask how Titus has papers for the boys? Whats Cor or Clarus' PoV of this? What are some things (fluff or humor) that the boys get up to? Because I can see them getting adopted into the Ulric Clan because of shenanigans and Nyx going 'Yes, these are my people' since LCs just remind me of Ulrics with magic. And how do the Galatians take to the nephew of the Nif Chancellor and clone of the Crown Prince? Since I'm imagining that Titus told some of them and the

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rest are guessing anyway. And does everyone assume that Noctis and Nox's magics resonated since they're kinda sorta close to each other/are the same person? How does Regis take the news that the only reason that Noctis got healed is because Nox pretty much felt everything Noctis did? /Both/ of his sons were basically attacked by a daemon and he only knew about one of them at the time and didn't do anything to calm or reassure Nox? (Clarus: Only because you didn't know

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About him, Regis. Regis: Thats no excuse, Clarus.) Does Iris get to be a Shield or did Nox latch onto Axis or one of his kids? Does Acastus find Prompting and drop him off with Noct/Cor? Does Nox hang out with Noct, Ignis, Gladiolus and Prom all the time or does the memories act up enough to make him feel weird about it? How does Regis take his brother and son's Sick Days? What about Dissidia? The 3 youngest Royals getting snatched and the group watching on Crystal

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Vision? Dad Titus/Regis freaking out over their kids having been summoned to a death match? And how exactly does Titus see the boys? Sons, brothers, cousins? Oooh, more Trauma. Noct, Nox and Acastus w/others playing and end up in the Crystal room. Cue the boys lighting up, maybe passing out because the magic hits their young system really hard (its why Royals aren't supposed to be Presented until 18) and everyone freaks out, and news makes it to Regis and Titus that they

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Are in the infirmary and the gist of what happened via panicked guards and rush there immediately and are jumped by panicked kids talking and crying about what happened. I didn't realize I had so many questions. But now I need to know. 👀👀 Please!🙏

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Oh! Just remembered a little more! Does anyone pick up on the people/places that he shouldn't know? Do they assume that Nox got some of it from Noct, like with the Marelith? Or are they assuming LC/ Oracle DNA mix?

Me: Yes, Regis asks about the papers and Titus doesn’t OUTRIGHT admit he did an illegal but he does grudgingly explain that he needed papers in case the NIfs came looking and he ... knows ... a few people who can help ... “recreate” papers for refugees who lost theirs in whatever fire or tragedy drove them from their homes.

Regis mulls over that for ten long seconds then blatantly pretends he never heard it in the first place. Those “people” likely saved the life of his son and half-brother, he can let it slide this once.

I need Nyx Ulric to adopt these two now JUST so Nyx can tease that he’s related to Captain (then later when he learns that they’re Lucis Caelums he can quietly die in a corner because OH NO HE’S RELATED TO THE KING). Not sure how or when Nyx adopts them, but he absolutely does.

It probably happens when he's just a wee bit sloshed. Not enough to be incoherent or insincere, but enough that he doesn’t feel any fear offering to adopt the pair while babysitting them because Captain had to work late and Nyx is off the combat roster until his ankle heals. Once he’s sober he is a Panic™, but Captain takes it surprisingly well and Nox loves his new braid. Acastus just looks Amused™.

Lib slaps Nyx over the head because IDIOT THINK THIS STUFF THROUGH then gives him another drink because TWO MORE ULRICS. It’s a good thing Nyx is an Ulric Keeper in this AU, because he can teach them most of the Ulric Clan stories and dances and make them proper Ulrics.

Acastus loves introducing himself as Acastus Ulric Drautos, both because it’s fancy like “Lucis Caelum” is and also because it made both Titus and Nyx spit their coffee the first time they hear it.

The Galahdians ... have mixed feelings at first. But the predominant one is that it doesn’t matter that this kid is clearly related to the Chancellor (at first they all think the Chancellor bedded Captain’s Aunt, since they don’t know about the LC blood, and that’s why he looks like Ardyn) because Captain has clearly staked a claim on him. Galahd (in my HCs) is a Very Adoption Heavy culture and big on judging people by their current family rather than any previous blood ties, so ... mostly the Chancellor thing gets intensely ignored. Acastus isn’t an Izunia, he’s a Drautos (and then later an Ulric). So they will treat him as such.

But in private there is some debate on exactly what happened, for the Chancellor to vanish around the time his ... relation (son? They mostly assume son), shows up in Drautos’s care.

No few number of them think Titus stumbled on Ardyn with the two kids and killed the Chancellor to save them.

For Nox ... the Lucis Caelum blood is basically impossible to hide. This boy LOOKS like a literal carbon copy of the Prince but younger and he’s young so his control over his magic is ... not. Not that good. Especially not when there’s so mUCH of it.

All of Galahd listened to the Glaive who was on babysitting duty when Nox had a rare tantrum and skewered the wall with ghostly blades and all privately, immediately agree to Never Tell Anyone. Ever.

Well. To be fair, they do debate whether they have a duty to tell Regis, but again the Adoption Culture comes into play and they decide it’s up to Titus to spill that secret. A few Glaives do ask Titus about it (Titus nearly has a heart attack because SINCE WHEN DID THEY KNOW) and when they ask if they know who the mother was, Titus looks very grim and very, very quiet for a long time, then admits:

There is no mother. There never was.

They stare at him in confusion until Acastus, lurking nearby with too-sharp eyes, gives a smile that could cut and says brittlely that “amazing things that can be done with science these days you know. Truly amazing. Why, get a blood sample and a tank of the right solutions and you could probably grow anything you wanted”.

The Glaives are Horrified™. So is the rest of Little Galahd when it gets around and then is made a Clan Secret by all the Clans unanimously. The secret never leaves the borders of their little slum.

Also yes, people assume that Noctis’s and Nox’s magic resonated because Nox is a clone and it freaks them out.

Regis is Such A Guilt when he finds out how Acastus knew about Noctis’s injury. No it doesn’t matter that he DIDN’T KNOW NOX EXISTED. One of his son’s (his FIVE YEAR OLD son) was suffering. Was screaming in agony and terror and Regis didn’t do a THING about it and no amount of logic can make that better.

Nox latches onto Axis’s triplets in this AU so while Iris will be best friends with him, his Shield, Hand, and Sword are actually all made up of Axis’s three kids. Axis is a BIT of an internal Scream when Nox is at the age people start making noises about him building a Retinue and taking Iris as his Shield and Nox goes, “NO. I have a Shield already! A Hand and Sword too!” And stuff spirals out to reveal Axis as Clarus’s kid (Clarus takes it much better than Axis thought he would, tho Axis didn’t expect to see Lord Amicitia go deathly pale and sit down hard in the nearest chair).

Honestly Iris might be the future love interest in this AU you never know. It would be hilarious if nothing else.

Bold of you to assume Acastus didn’t find Prompto early and bring him home to NOX because “Look Beloved Nibling I Found You A Friend!”. Prompto is a confusion because Nox is like- 4 at the time. But Prompto likes babysitting and playing with Nox and hearing Acastus’s stories and Titus just kinda- sighs his way through the playdates until he realizes that Prompto has been staying in his house for about two weeks with no sign of the parents.

Titus, after much snooping later, sitting at the kitchen table of Grandma Ostium quietly pulling his hair out: HOW DO YOU ADOPT A THIRD CHILD. DOES IT COUNT AS KIDNAPPING IF THEY COME OVER AND STAY WITH YOU FOREVER AND THE LEGAL PARENTS NEVER NOTICE. ACASTUS WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME.

Acastus: I regret nothing. Do you want me to fake Prompto’s death? I’m sure there’s enough Prompto’s out there that nobody will notice if you gain a nephew called Prompto Drautos.

Titus, holding his face in his hands while Grandma Ostium laughs at him in the corner: NO, ACASTUS. DO NOT FAKE THE DEATH OF THE CHILD. How do you even know how to do that? Nevermind I don’t want to know.

Roughly a year later when Everything Gets Revealed, Titus and Cor: *intense staring contest over Smol Blond Child*

Cor: You don’t know where he-

Titus, growling like a cranky Behemoth that might very well bite off someone’s head: He’s a Niflheim created clone. I know.

Cor: ....

Titus: He's been living in my house for a year. I’ve seen the barcode. It’s not like I wasn’t raising one already.

Cor: His legal parents-

Titus: Is me. The Argentums were emotionally neglectful and didn’t even notice when he hadn’t come home for a week and a half.

Cor: *guilty angry silence*

Titus: ...Kid could use an uncle. If you want to man up and be part of his life.

(hgfhg this is post is getting long Imma try to speed through the last questions a bit)

Yes, Nox hangs out with the Chocobros when he can because he adores them (especially Brother Prompto and Team Mom Iggy) but he also has his own friend group in the Little Galahd community so it doesn’t strike anyone as odd really. Nox is a naturally loving child for all he’s shy and Iggy and Gladio are Noctis’s friends and Prompto is his adopted brother (and later Noctis’s best friend).

Regis does Not take the Sick Days well. It makes him alarmed and angry because Lucis Caelums aren’t supposed to get sick days from their own magic and it speaks of BAD THINGS that both of the presumably experimented on and tortured LCs have them.

I’m going to have to come back to Dissidia another time (someone remind me) because this post is too long to ramble here but it would be- it would be Great. Honestly. It would either be the 3 littlest, just Acastus, or just Acastus and REGIS for some brotherly bonding and any of them would be Great and Chaotic. Crystal-o-vision absolutely happens.

The Crystal Room is under 24 hour guard so I don’t think the kids could wander in by accident, plus Acastus would actively avoid the area because of his Trauma.

Now Acastus being presented when he turns 18 on the other hand... >:))))))

Short Version: Much shouting, much alarm, much angst from Regis and Titus and everyone and also the first Sick Day Acastus has had since he turned 17 and by far one of the worst he’s ever had in his (second) life.

I might to a longer version later but not right now.

For Nox’s oddities and odd knowledge they kind of assume both? At first they think it’s just him resonating with Noctis so deeply that there’s a transfer (cue angst from Regis because what is going to happen to Nox when Noctis fulfills his destiny as Chosen King???) but then when Nox starts knowing stuff Noctis doesn’t/can’t know, they start to wonder if the scientists ... Tampered with his DNA. If they got their hands on Noctis’s, which should have been impossible, then it’s not all that out there they got their hands on Oracle DNA.

Sylva is ... very alarmed and very confused when Regis secretly contacts her on a secure encrypted line to ask if there were any ... symptoms to look for in an Oracle child. Because- yes there were but WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?

Regis: they wouldn’t happen to be *lists very specific things*

Sylva: ....Have you seen any Messengers nearby lately.

Regis: Carbuncle, a black puppy that disappears into thin air, and a bird woman who can summon wind storms. She calls herself Garuda.

Sylva, having a minor crisis behind her Queenly Facade: I am Very Sure I only have two children so please explain this. Right Now.

Regis: Well............. NiflheimclonedmysonandIthinkmixeditwiththednaofyouoryourdaughterandhehasseerpowersandImayormaynotbepanickingrightnowpleasehelpme.

Sylva, slowly running that over in her mind and figuring out what Regis just said:...

W H A T.

XD Honestly Niflheim might invade Tenebrae only to find the royal family gone because Sylva coincidentally packed her backs and took her and her children on a secret trip to Lucis to have a look at Nox, then since they’re there when Niflheim invades and a spy gets word on what just happened Sylva and Co just- stay there. Oracle Mom Death averted.

Also they absolutely think that it’s Luna’s DNA they used to make Nox because of how instantly Nox gloms onto Luna like a limpet- JUST like he did with Noctis and Regis, and how Luna gets this dazed look in her eyes as their magic tangles and she whispers, “I ... I know you. I know you, don’t I Little Prince? I met you in a dream.” Luna starts crying softly as she pets Nox’s hair and when Sylva asks in alarm why she’s crying, Luna blinks and whispers, “Because he was crying in the dream, and I couldn’t comfort him.”

Acastus lurks in the shadows, watching it all with ... very mixed feelings.

Oracles. He could have gone his entire second life without meeting anymore Oracles. Aera she looks so much like you is that what our daughter would have looked like and oh astrals I KILLED her. I killed the girl with your eyes and your smile and laughed about it later.

#Secret Engima Rambles #Sweet Sixteen verse #Nox verse #long post

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 3 years

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Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter VI

The next morning, (Y/n) wandered into the convenience store. She offered to do some shopping for the boys and stock up on supplies for their dangerous trip ahead. She looked around at the items on display, wondering what all she should buy with the gil Ignis gave her. While staring at a few potions on the shelves, memories from the past filled her mind. She remembered the time when they were only 12 and Prompto was living with his adoptive parents. They didn't know about her due to the blonde keeping her hidden in the gemstone whenever they were around.

When his parents went to work one day, they left a sick Prompto behind. She took it upon herself to take care of him while they were gone. She was forced to head to a nearby store for some medicine and was gone for almost an hour due to not being familiar with human remedies. By the time she got back, he was crying. Tears were streaming down his face as he wailed at the top of his lungs. A sniffle came from him every now and then. She learned he was crying because he couldn't find her and thought she'd left him for good. The spirit reassured him before showing him what she bought at the store to help with his cold.

Suddenly, (Y/n) was torn from her thoughts when Ardyn strolled over. She tried to ignore him, but it was futile when he blocked her from grabbing some potions. She kept calm and did her best to be nice. "May I squeeze by and get some potions?"

"Why, of course." He stepped aside. "My apologies, (Y/n)."

She grabbed a few potions and elixirs, ignoring the man when she noticed he was staring at her. She headed to the counter and paid for the items, but she was once again stopped by Ardyn when he blocked the entrance of the store. She looked up at his face, seeing his somewhat unsettling smile. "What?"

"I must say, young Prompto truly is fortunate to have you by his side," he said.

Her eyes narrowed. She wasn't sure what made him say such a thing. "And what brought this up?"

"A mere observation on my part, is all." He sighed dramatically. "Oh, if only Callyx was as dedicated."

"Maybe it's not him, but you. Now if you'll excuse me..." She pushes past him to exit the convenience store and returns to the caravan. She handed the curatives to Ignis, who thanked her.

Once they were all ready to ship out, they left the caravan. Noctis begrudgingly spoke with Ardyn inside the store to tell the man they were ready to leave. Callyx told (Y/n) she no longer had to ride with them before entering the red car alongside his auburn-haired man. The girl didn't complain and sat in between Gladio and Ignis in the backseat of the Regalia. Noctis started the engine once everyone was inside the car.

Like the day before, Noctis followed a safe distance behind Ardyn's car. After leaving Cauthess Coernix Station, Gladio glanced at their destination that loomed in the distance. "Whoever thought of tapping into the Meteor's power was a genius."

Prompto glanced at the Disc. "Can you even go near that thing?"

"They harvest fragments found nearby-pieces that broke off when the Meteor fell. Almost fell, I should say, for the Archaean caught it," Ignis explained.

"And he's still there, holding the thing up," Gladio added.

"Guess he never misses leg day," Noctis commented.

"Or any day for that matter," Prompto said.

"His unceasing toil and the Meteor's might form the tenets of worship for the locals of Duscae," the advisor stated.

"Makes you wonder what it's like down there at his feet," the shield voiced his thoughts out loud.

"Speaking of gods, that Callyx guy seems to know a lot about an Astral that's supposedly forgotten," Noctis said.

"It's possible Callyx has access to ancient texts that mention Brahma. He did tell me a little more about the seventh Astral," (Y/n) chimed in. "The creator god's consciousness resides within the Celestial Crescent."

"You mean that cluster of stars you told me about?" Prompto asked.

She nodded. "Yeah. Callyx even asked me if I was hearing voices coming from it."

"Are you?" Gladio inquired.

"Well..." She clasped her hands together in her lap. "I'm...not sure. I think I hear a voice, but I can't say for certain."

"Eh, don't worry about it, (Y/n)," Prompto said. "Let's tackle one all-mighty being before worrying about another."

"Couldn't agree more," Noctis stated.

Ignis, after a couple minutes of silence, spoke up and discussed another topic. "So you know, it's hot where we're going. Will the camera fare all right?"

Prompto lifted up his camera, examining the device. "As long as I avoid open flames, it should be okay. I think."

"We don't have a spare if it breaks," Gladio said.

"Leave it in the car?" Noctis suggested.

"Oh no, I'm taking it. Not every day you get up close and personal with the Archaean. I'd kick myself if I missed the photo op," Prompto replied.

"Spoken like a true photographer," the brute remarked.

"As they say, "Better to try and fail than never to try at all"."

Noctis grinned. "Look at you."

"Well, they say that, not me," the blonde said.

"Well, you just do what you gotta."

"But in all seriousness, try not to break it. It was expensive," (Y/n) chimed in.

"I'd never break it! It's very precious to me, especially since you're the one who bought it for me," Prompto stated.

"You bought it? With what money?" Gladio questioned, glancing at the girl sitting beside him.

"I used to work in a small boutique in Insomnia. It was run by a spirit like myself. I worked hard for every yen I spent on that camera." The guardian leaned back in her seat. "She was the first spirit I met. Callyx is the second."

"Wow. Are spirits really that rare?" Noctis asked.

"Yeah. It'll take some serious dedication on the empire's part if they want to wipe out all the spirits on Eos."

The group, once again, fell silent. Noctis kept his attention on road to ensure he wasn't too far or too close to Ardyn's car. Prompto glanced into the backseat at (Y/n) before looking towards Ignis. "Hey, Iggy. Can your glasses take the heat?"

At the mention of his glasses, the strategist adjusted them. "Well, I don't see why they shouldn't."

"Even if they couldn't, he'd still be all right," Noctis commented.

Gladio nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Iggy's eyes ain't that bad."

Prompto was flabbergasted at the news. "Oh, really?"

"My vision is passable without corrective lenses," Ignis explained.

"Then why not take 'em off sometimes?"

"Well..."

Noctis snorted with laughter. "You don't get it, huh?"

"Ignis likes his world to be crystal clear," the shield said.

"Indeed. I've never been one for ambiguity," the advisor claimed.

"Ah. I think I'm getting the picture now." Prompto sat back down, turning to face the front.

"What if they were to break? Do you have a spare pair?" (Y/n) questioned out of curiosity.

"I'm afraid not," the bespectacled man answered.

Drawing closer to the Disc of Cauthess, Prompto has one more question to ask the strategist. "Hey Ignis, how's it feel being away from the wheel?"

"Positively frightening," Ignis responded honestly.

Noctis glanced at him in the rear view mirror, eyes narrowed. "What're you sayin'?"

"That I'm no stranger to His Highness' driving habits."

"'Preciate the confidence."

"Wait," (Y/n) sat up slightly. "Is he really that bad of a driver?"

"Morosely, yes," Ignis replied.

"I mean, he can't be that bad...can he?"

"Trust us, short stuff, he's the worst driver you could ever meet," Gladio said.

"I'm not that bad!" Noctis shouted.

"But you admit you're bad," Prompto cackled.

The prince rolled his eyes. "Ugh..."

After another minute or two, they arrived at the Cauthess barricade. It was sealed tight with imperial troopers watching the perimeter. What shocked the group the most was the lack of hostility from the enemy soldiers.

"We're here," Ardyn chirped.

"Better not be a setup," Noctis commented.

The auburn-haired man glanced over at him. "Have I given you reason to doubt me?"

"You don't exactly inspire confidence," Prompto answered.

Gladio was in agreement with the blonde. "Yeah, not very straightforward."

"Neither of you are," (Y/n) mumbled, eyeing both men in the car beside the Regalia.

Ardyn looked away from the group and shouts over the wall. "Hello! It's me! Be so kind as to open up!"

At his lighthearted command, the gates open. Prompto gasped in shock at how easy it was for the man to gain access to the Disc. "Wow, that worked?"

"I may not look like much, but I do have some influence. Aren't you glad we came together? Your audience with divinity lies ahead."

"You're leaving?"

"I drop you at the Archaean's open door, and with that, bid you farewell."

As Noctis drives the Regalia through the open gates, (Y/n) spared one last glance toward the red car. Her golden eyes locked with Callyx's emerald ones for a split second before they were too far apart to see each other. Even with his stoic expression, she could sense something much more sinister under the surface.

"I've met some weirdos..." Gladio mumbled.

"I hope we never meet those two again," Ignis remarked.

"Whoa! Little harsh there, don't you think?" Prompto asked.

"There's something off about those two..." (Y/n) muttered.

"Glad we agree," Noctis said.

The prince continued to drive the car down the dirt path until they came to what appeared to be a dead end. The five hop out of the Regalia and located a narrow pathway to the side. They follow the path and eventually stumble upon a stone sarcophagus. Prompto recognizes the design and asked, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Didn't expect to find a royal tomb here," Ignis expresses his own bewilderment.

Gladio elbowed the prince. "Would be a shame not to grab that power, eh, Highness?"

"Let's grab it and go," Noctis blandly stated.

As the raven-haired boy walks up to the sarcophagus near the ledge, (Y/n) heard a voice again from above. It was the same one she heard yesterday. Looking up at the sky, her golden-slitted eyes focused on the Celestial Crescent. She felt as if someone had put her under a trance. Unconsciously, she walked forward a few steps and came to a halt when the disembodied voice addressed her.

You...the...

"Are you...Brahma?" The girl whispered.

Vessel...mine...

(Y/n) was still in a dream-like trance when the ground begins to shake dramatically. She managed to keep her balance while all the boys weren't so lucky. Prompto and Ignis fall down while Gladio and Noct just barely manage to keep themselves upright. "Here we go again," Prompto said, bracing himself.

"This one's huge!" Gladio bellowed over the loud rumbling.

That's when Ignis notices the ground beginning to crack underneath Gladio, Noctis, and (Y/n). "Get away! Quickly!"

The spirit's gaze was still locked on the sky. She failed to notice the danger and hear the painful cries of the prince as he was overcome by another headache. She reached out a hand towards the sky just as the ground beneath her feet crumbled. She gasped when feeling a plummeting sensation in her gut, snapping out of the trance as she began to fall. The sound of Prompto shouting her name echoed in her ears.

(Y/n) feared for her life, but her fall was short-lived. A hand wrapped around her wrist and ceased her quick descent. "I've gotcha!" Her savior shouted. Looking up, she saw it was Prompto who grabbed her.

"Prompto..." The guardian whispered.

"Just hold on!" He shouted. Using his strength, he struggled slightly to pull her up. When he managed to pull her up onto solid ground, he sighed in relief. "Whew... That was close." He wiped the few sweat droplets off his forehead before gazing towards the girl. "Are you okay, (Y/n)?"

"I'm fine thanks to you," she smiled.

Just then, the Meteor begins to rise before them, revealing Titan. The Astral who has been holding the chunk of space debris on his back for many years makes his presence known. Prompto and (Y/n) stared in awe and fear at the sight of the mighty god. They both flinched when the Archaean's booming voice resounded out.

"So this is Titan..." The guardian mumbled.

Prompto, remembering Noctis and Gladio had also fell, peers over the ledge to check on them. He shouts when seeing they were both on a lower ledge. "Noct! You okay?!"

Ignis stood by the blonde and was relieved to see the prince and his shield were in one piece. "Thank heavens you're safe. Is there a way back up?"

"No, but there's a path. Gonna see where it leads," Noctis replied.

"You three try to get down," Gladio said.

The strategist nodded. "Very well. We'll look for a way. Be careful, now."

"You, too," the prince retorted.

"What? We're going where?!" Prompto shrieked.

"No time to dawdle," Ignis spoke up. "We must make haste."

(Y/n) wandered a little ways from the crumbling ledge and spotted a narrow, rocky path nearby. She noticed it went out of the way, but it was the only route leading down. "What about this path?"

"It's our only option," the advisor said.

"Then down we go!" Prompto cheered.

The trio wandered down the path, watching where they stepped. It was narrow and littered with jagged stones. Prompto slipped a few times due to being distracted by the rumbling caused by the Archaean. Luckily, (Y/n) caught him every time he stumbled. She sighed when he nervously laughed and thanked her every time.

They continued to listen to the Astral slam his mighty stone fist into the cliffside. They weren't able to see what damage the Titan was causing, but they were able to deduce who he was trying to reach-Noctis.

Ignis, Prompto, and (Y/n) soon arrived at a dead end. They looked around for another path, but they couldn't find one. When they walked over to a cliff, they saw a path below. Carefully, they slid down the small rocky slope and land on the path. As their feet landed on the ground, they spotted the Archaean's fist strike across the way. Ignis ushered them to move quickly.

All of a sudden, (Y/n) heard a faint humming. She looked around before glancing upward. Flying overhead were imperial drop ships. Seeing the empire had arrived, Ignis pulled out his phone and tried to get ahold of Noctis. When he managed to get ahold of the prince, he was relieved. "You're safe. Good. Listen, imperial troopers are near."

Morosely, that was all the advisor got to safe before the signal was lost and the call dropped. "Bloody hell," he hissed, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

Prompto was about to ask Ignis about the call, but his attention was drawn to their left when he saw movement in his peripheral vision. "(Y/n), Iggy, we've got trouble!"

The advisor and spirit looked in the direction the blonde was. Their eyes widen when seeing Titan's open-palmed hand heading straight for them. The girl was the first to react. She shoved Ignis and Prompto to the ground just as the Astral tried to grab them.

When the Archaean's hand wrapped around (Y/n), she cried out in pain at how tight the god was gripping her. She could barely breath and only managed to gasp as Titan retracted his hand.

Prompto heard her painful wail and scurried to his feet. "(Y/n), no!" He summoned his pistol and aimed, but he was afraid of hurting her if he pulled the trigger and missed. He watched helplessly as she was dragged away by the god.

The guardian squirmed in Titan's grip. She lifted her head just as she realized she was at eye level with the Astral. She winced the moment the Archaean's booming voice echoed out. She couldn't understand what he was saying and could only stare into his eyes. Feeling the god's grip lighten, she gasped when she could breathe again.

Suddenly, her attention was drawn away from Titan when she heard the voice in the sky speak to her.

Chosen...one...

My...vessel...

(Y/n) blinked in surprise. "Brahma, are you the one talking to me?"

Yes...

You...are...my vessel...

She shook her head. "Please, don't choose me. I-I wouldn't even know what to do as the conduit! There's no way I could become your vessel!"

You are...worthy...

Child...of Pneuma...

Heed...my call...and do...my bidding...

Fear not...

I...shall...guide you...

(Y/n) gasped in pain, shouting at the top of her lungs when she felt an intense heat radiate in her chest. She clawed at her chest, the gemstone on her arm pulsating with a brilliant golden light. Blood trickled from her eyes and nose. She released one final bloodcurdling scream before falling unconscious. Her body went limp in the Archaean's hand.

Before the Astral could place the girl down, Noctis appeared out of thin air. He warped and struck the god's hand, forcing him to drop the guardian. The prince caught her and grabbed his sword. He warped them down to the ground near Titan's feet where Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto were waiting.

Once landing safely with (Y/n), that's when Noctis saw her bleeding eyes and nose. Prompto rushes over while Gladio and Ignis provide protection from the Astral. The blonde carefully took the girl's body out of the prince's arms and pulled her into his. His heart was racing with worry after seeing the blood and seeing she was unconscious. He quickly picked her up and carried her away from Titan as Noctis parries the god's fist. He gently placed her down on the ground, glancing between her and the others. Seeing they needed his help, he reluctantly left her side to rejoin the fight.

As the royal retinue continued to fight against the Archaean, more imperial drop ships arrived. The group was ready to deal with the empire, but they were relieved when Titan swatted away some of the ships before they could attack. With the imperials now disposed of, they continued to deal damage to the god.

Eventually, Noctis built up enough energy to activate the armiger. He dealt blow after blow before performing a joint attack with his companions. They dealt heavy damage, causing the Astral to lose his balance and fall to a single knee. After attacking, Ignis then hurls a Blizzard spell at the god's arm. "The game's up!"

Gladio and Prompto follow the advisor's lead and hurl yet more Blizzard spells at Titan's arm. "You're out!" The blonde shouted. The Archaean's left arm freezes from the elbow down.

"It's over!" Noctis swings his sword down into the arm, shattering it all the way up to the elbow. Titan then collapses. The prince turns around to face his friends. "Hey, we all still here?"

"Yep, still here," Gladio replied.

"If a little battered," Ignis added. "How is (Y/n)?"

Prompto gasped, eyes widening as he ran over to the girl. Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis stood behind the marksman as he tended to her. He fell to his knees beside her and used a potion. He wasn't sure if it would help, but he knew it wouldn't hurt to use one. Prompto cups her cheeks in his palms and wipes the blood off of them. He stared at her with a saddened expression. "(Y/n)...?"

He received no response.

Ignis checked on her and was able to tell she was physically fine on the outside. His only concerns were her bleeding nose and eyes, which could be a result of internal injuries. He assisted Prompto by helping him put the girl on his back. When seeing she was safely onto the sharpshooter's back, he stepped away.

Just then, the tremors resume. The ground shook violently. The group's gazes fell back on to Titan. "What-what is it now?" Noctis asked.

Ignis' eyes narrowed, watching the Astral closely. "What is he doing?"

"He's winding up!" Prompto shouted. His grip on (Y/n)'s thighs tighten and he took a few steps back, readying himself to run.

"For the big one!" Gladio bellowed.

Titan roars, his booming cry echoing all around the royal retinue. Gold lights begin to emanate from his body, some of which coalesce around Noctis, showing him the god's memory of Luna standing before the god. Once Luna fades, he watched another memory of the god fighting a cosmic being. Titan, although bigger than the cosmic being, fell to his knees after being defeated.

When the god's memory fades, Noctis blinks in surprise. "That was...Luna. You spoke with her. That's why... But what was with that other memory?"

Titan and the Meteor suddenly discorporate in a powerful flash that sends all the imperial ships in the vicinity crashing to the ground. Lava spews from the earth as the Disc of Cauthess crumbles around the boys.

"Doesn't get much worse than this," Gladio commented. The four find themselves trapped.

Suddenly, an imperial drop ship descends to their location. Ignis grew tense as the airship closed in on them. "The empire! Now?"

The drop ship's door lowers, revealing Ardyn and Callyx. The auburn-haired man smiled at them. "Fancy meeting you here!"

Noctis and the others stare at the two men in stunned silence. Callyx crosses his arms with a sigh. "Maybe they didn't hear you."

Ardyn continues. "It occurs to me I never formally introduced myself. Izunia. Ardyn Izunia."

Ignis was shocked at the revelation. "Imperial Chancellor Izunia?"

"At your service. And more importantly, to your aid."

None of the boys move, instead offering only uncertain stares. Prompto glared up at the two, remembering what the empire's plans were. He couldn't believe Callyx was working for the empire knowing they were hunting down and killing spirits.

"I guarantee your safe passage. Though you're always welcome to take your chances down there," Ardyn spoke up. He glanced around at the faces of the royal retinue after receiving no response. "Buried among the rubble, is it?"

Ignis looked away from the chancellor and guardian, eyeing the prince. "Dying here is not an option. We have no choice, Noct."

Noctis met his advisor's gaze. "I know."

Reluctantly, the boys board the airship. As the hatch closes behind them, Prompto placed (Y/n) down. He then sat down and pulled her body into his arms. He rested his head on top of hers, ignoring Ardyn as he tried to speak to the others. He closed his eyes, holding her tightly against him.

It wasn't long before Prompto's eyes flew open at the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking up, he saw Callyx and glared at him. He watched the emerald-eyed guardian kneel in front of him. The moment he tried to touch (Y/n), Prompto summoned his pistol and aimed it at the man's head. "Don't touch her."

Callyx retracted his hand before raising it as a sign of peace. "I only wanted to check on her. What happened?"

Prompto lowered his pistol slightly, but kept it aimed at the spirit. "I-I don't know..." He looked down at the girl slumped against his chest. "Why're you working with the empire? Aren't you the one that said they were killing spirits?"

"I made a deal with them a short while ago. They allowed me to keep my life in exchange for loyalty. I'm using my position to warn any guardians I come across. (Y/n) is the first guardian I've met outside the empire."

"Won't they kill you once they learn you're protecting other guardians?"

"Most likely, but I'm willing to risk my life to protect my people."

Even at Callyx's declaration, Prompto didn't trust him. He dispelled his pistol and chose to remain silent. The spirit walked away after taking the hint and rejoined Ardyn and the others.

Now alone, Prompto buried his face into (Y/n)'s (h/c) hair and whispered, "Please wake up soon..."

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fanficsforpogchamps · 4 years

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Could I possibly get a headcanon for the crusaders reactions to a stand user reader who comes along with Iggy on the plane and their stand can calm anybody or thing down just by releasing a type of mist into the air (a close range type of stand)? Maybe like their first thoughts on them (if that's ok ^^°)

Well of course darling! I will be ever so happy to write this!! I do apologize that it took so long, I’ve had some personal things I’ve needed to iron out before I could start writing again!

Jotaro Kujo-

;Jotaro was… less than pleased to find out ANOTHER person was going to be joining the crusade. Like…

;He is surrounded by idiots, and there’s going to be another potential idiot joining? Yare Yare Daze...

;When you took your first step off he was shrugging you off, watching as you smile and softly chuckle at the antics of Iggy, before shaking his grandfather's hand in remembrance to say “Yeah, I’m here,” Honestly? Doesn’t care that you’re here.

; The only time he WILL notice you, however, is when you’re standing right in the ground, feet planted firmly in the stand in order to not raise suspicion from N’Doul, the water using stand. He hasn’t attacked you yet, but the panic in the air was making you shiver and fret- as you weren't well built for stress.

;You stand came to life, tall and lean with holes of every size varying across it’s purple body. The legs were too long and thin, the same as the arms were- for the strong looking midsection it had. Its head was incredibly frightening however, as it hadn’t any eyes- simply one longer slit across the upper half of its face, where Jotaro would have assumed its eyes were.

;The thin sheen of sweat across your face was not from the glaring sun beating down on you, Jotaro had initially guessed, but from the yelling of Polnareff for Kakyoin, and the general aura of fight or flight when the stand user initially attacked.

;Because it was just you standing in the sand, the granules sinking your feet ankle deep from the refusal to move

;That’s when he noticed a thin cloud starting to appear over his head. Thin like when you burn incense sticks but smelling so much incredibly better than those stupid wooden sticks.

;It smelt like lavender to him, freshly picked lavender because he knew his mother enjoyed those. More often than not, if he had a few spare coins of change he would go and buy some, to replace the dying ones in the vases at home.

; Not outright giving them to her- but just quick enjoy to make it seem as if those lavenders were in fact not dying, but everlasting.

;His jaw had untensed and eyebrows relaxed, the calming effects of your stand affecting him increasingly and allowing him to do what is known as…

;A pro gamer move. He had launched himself off of the jeep and onto Iggy's stand, riding it like a plane.

;When he had returned, you sat by the boxes, standing at your side as Kakyoin's head rested in your lap. “He’ll be fine,” You spoke reassuringly, calmly swiping away the hair that rested against his fresh wounds- ones you wrapped up gently with spare bandages

;He thinks you’re… interesting, but often uses your stand as a relaxant afterwards- small words and gestures leading you to believe that this teenage boy had been fighting the chance to stay calm.

Kakyoin Noriaki~

;Kakyoin was never one to fret, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched DIO hop from one building to another.

;You sat by his side, silent as always and vigilant for the big baddie.

;Kakyoin had been skeptical when you first arrived, but nonetheless welcomed you with open arms, and apparently it had been you who rested with him those lonely nights before getting him to the hospital to keep him calm and allow him to recover until specialists could look at him.

;He appreciated you greatly, but now was not the time to visit old memories as now was a time for action and patience.

;You noticed the thick tension in the air, and could almost sense Kakyoins anxiety through unspoken words, and the way he constantly tried to crack his knuckles. He was sure this plan was going to work.

;”It’s okay Kakyoin,” You smiled, raising your hand, but your stands arm appeared first and cupping his other jaw, forearm right underneath his nose as a soft mist of purple began leaking from the holes in its arm. “Just breathe it in, and you’ll be fine,”

;The intimacy of the touch nearly caused the student to faint, cheeks flushed red and eyes dilating to try and wrap his head around why. But he figures you could tell he was anxious.

;The mist was calming, soothing, made the knot in his mind unravel and allow for the burning wood and wet forest smell to invade his senses. There was almost a taste to it, but Kakyoin was far too concentrated to find it. There were many things Kakyoin could be thinking about, but the one image that pops to his mind was Jotaro.

;The image of him being hovered over him, stand pulling out the bug that DIO left planted to fester in his brain. The first image of a friend he never knew he would have, the man that accepted his offer to help his mother on the basis that she was kind, and well natured. He loved his parents, but Jotaro refused to allow Kakyoin to sit and sulk, inspiring him to go forward and do what he wanted.

;There was a snap, and both you and Kakyoin looked towards the noise. It had worked! DIO had triggered Kakyoins stand- yet he was easily deflecting the Emeralds like it was nothing. “Don’t do anything stupid,” You requested, your stands hand sliding from his cheek to rest in your lap. “Don’t die,” You asked of him.

;And there was that glint in his eye, the one that knew he wouldn’t break his silent promise to you, as his friend.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff~

; Polnareff was incredibly charmed by yourand your stand, its lean body looming over you like a great oak, its yellow beady eyes occasionally peering out from between the slit over its face and making huffing noises at the jokes Polnareff was making instead of you replying.

; He figured you were shy, or rarely spoke, but let your stand do it for you because- well- what’s more intimate than letting your own soul speak for you? NOTHING I TELL YOU! ; JP was incredibly swooning over you, offering you his hand to you when you had to walk down a few steps, or offering to buy you the most expensive jewelry and food just to impress you.

; Does Polnareff give a shit if you’re male, female, in-between, trans, black, white, asian, american, english or from fucking Antarctica? No!

; He views you for you, and despite how incredibly gorgeous you look to him, he enjoys your general calming and sweet presence in the group- much better than the ever so stoic Jotaro.

; When Alessi came to attack, however, it was a different story.

; You worried, pondered, and scurried across stalls and market places looking for Polnareff, already missing his sarcastic and flirty nature. The general comfort of having a loud mouth besides you feeling unnatural as Jotaro was much more… quiet.

; And Polnareff? Jesus H Christ he was upset. There was no longer and sort of calming being for him to lean on, for him to get a kick out of. He was a child, covered in his baggy clothes and stupidly cut hair that made him look like a fanboy to his older self.

; Squealing in french was the only way to get anyone to notice, and noticed he got.

; You had come running over when you saw a small boy crying against the window of a store, clearly distressed and wanting help. Jotaro followed behind you, muttering some nonsense of how this was pointless, and that you had to keep looking for Polnareff.

; Yet you hushed him, finger to your lips as you calmly approached the child and touched his shoulder. “Excuse me, little boy, are you alright?” That voice! He knew it! Turning from his wettened arms he stared at your face, hot tears bubbling from his lower lash line. “Que?” he asked, wiping his tears and looking at you once again.

; He knew your name, but the tip of his tongue seemed to have been caught by something as there were no words leaving his mouth. It was a shame, but he knew both you and the larger man standing behind you, gazing at you with such annoyance.

; You began reassuring him, hand carefully stroking through the silver hair that seemed way too familiar to leave alone. Your stand appeared from behind you yellow balls from behind that damn slit staring right into Polnareffs soul. The mist it released was… nice. Calming, soothing. Thick enough to see but thin enough to not become a fog. And the smell? God, it smelt like when you walk past a bakery! Hot pastries and warm, melted chocolate! Just like those stuffed croissants that always costed too much money to buy, but Polnareff could stare at them through the window until smacked with a broom.

;He can remember when his sister was 9, and he used what he had left of his pocket money to buy one, just for her. Her first one was amazing, her eye lit up and there was this sort of glow about her when she realized it was chocolate filled.

; He’d never forget that day, and as the tears dried you began to realize that you had forgotten all about your missing friend. “I’m sorry little one but I must go. I’m searching for a friend. Please stay safe out there!” were your parting words and before Polnareff knew it, you had been whisked away in a crowd of people, leaving him unknowingly open to Alessi again.

Muhammed Avdol~

;Avdol knew you were a saint, fingers wrapped around the coffee mugs delicately in the submarine when you smiled and offered him a hand in knowing.

;Not yet had you met him, the way his smile seemed to bring warmth to your skin.

;It was illuminating and Avdol enjoyed your calming presence. It reminded him a lot of Holly, and how relaxed everyone seemed to feel when they were around. Finding her on the floor that day was uncomfortable, even for Jotaro.

;So when you entered the submarine with him, he could feel the loving nature of your aura.

;It was.. refreshing.

;The coffee was a good wake up call as he listened to your stories of N’doul, Alessi, Maria and more- those stories making him laugh harder than he had before. The vivid and exaggerated details made his eyes crease in laughter, and you stand seemingly huffing in happiness whenever he laughed.

;Your stand was also incredibly intricate with design that he was sure he’d memorized by the time that the next stand user attacked. Every dip and crevice, every deepend hole that seemingly fell into nothing but darkness, and tried to view what was behind the thick shielded faceplate with that slit and nothing but yellow and darkness. He had yet to find out what was behind it.

; He was able to find out what your stand did when you were all knee deep in water as the submarine sank further and further. Joseph had glanced over his shoulder at you, making sure you was okay until he saw the panicked look and saw you struggle to slip on the diving gear, shaking hands nervously fidgeting and missing the buckle every time.

; You stand had arisen, looming far above your frame and released the smoke from the holes in its body, thin fog encasing the room and seeping into the water that was now mid thigh.

; With it encasing the room, he breathed in the smoke, and could immediately feel the effects on his body as his shoulders relaxed and his arms untensed as the dewdrop and food stall smell seemed to get stronger and stronger with every breath he took inwards.

;The memories of being crowded in India coming back greatly, as he stared at his friends' discomfort with how many beggars surrounded them. It had been all in great fun, but he could never forget how refreshing it was to be back in a familiar country, especially one he so thoroughly enjoyed! India was like a second home to Avdol, his knowledge on the food and tradition, the almost unbearable heat, the constant chatter and laughter that emitted from the crowds and flocks of people who were haggling or just buying. He loved India with everything he had in him.

;And so such a familiar smell allowed for him to relax further, to the point where he sauntered over (to the best of his abilities of course) and clipped you in, making sure it was adjusted comfortably. “You should have just asked for help,” ; “Thank you-” Joseph Joestar~

; Joseph was… a loudmouth. He was kind, caring, determined and confident but…

;Got you guys into quite a bit of trouble. The loudmouth nature he had got you into trouble on too many occasions, and this one was one of them. The look you gave him as he shoved his arm elbow deep in oil made his begin spouting off at how this was the only way

;You knew the stand that grew on his arm was no more than a stand user however, the panic began setting in when he pulled his arm out and saw the lump of the face still there.

;When it rose up and screamed, you jumped and got scared, hands shooting out as you began pushing down on the face, watching as its skin pops between your fingers and its scream became muffled.

;Joseph began yelling at you, telling you to run and other nonsense. “I can deal with this on my own!” He cried out, trying to swat you away before a long, purple hand wrapped around his hand. Your stand!

;The fog had already begun filtering its way into his nose before he realised it, thick purple had seeped from the holes in your stands arm. It smelt like… sweet perfume. The French Connection Eau De Toilette he knew so well had been a gift given to his wife by him, metal fingers wrapped around the box as he watched her face light up. It had been her favourite and long gone from the store's shelf. He had found some strings to pull in order to get some of the last batch ready.

;He smiled softly and relaxed, before you finally smacked the lump and it seemingly disappeared.

;Your stand disappeared, before you removed your hands and stared at the dripping oil. “You owe me,” You snickered, before wiping your palms on your clothes.

#Stardust Crusaders #Jotaro Kujo #Joseph Joestar #avdol #Jean Pierre Polnareff #Noriaki Kakyoin #Self Insert #stands #request #I'm so sorry it took so long ;;

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archonssun · 4 years

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Bad Timing

Aaaaand here’s that second story I was talking about. This one will also be a little fluffier than the other story. And this might be a weird story; I’m running on minimal sleep rn, but I wanted to get this idea out before it got lost in the void.

And a note: takes place four years after Noct disappears.

Bad Timing

WC: 1760

You loved to surprise Prompto. In the past few years, it had become a religious practice to surprise him with something every morning. Whether it be a kiss, or hug, or something more, you never failed.

Well, until today.

You hadn’t been feeling too hot for the past few weeks, and you had an inkling as to why. Your gut feeling was confirmed early last week when you were late. You had been floored when you found out and were excited, but that didn’t mean you weren’t scared out of your mind at the same time.

It wasn’t the fact that you were pregnant with Prompto’s child that had you worried. No, you always knew you wanted to start a family with the blond. It was the fact that your child would be born into a dangerous world, and who knows if they would ever see the sun.

***

“(N/n)?” Prompto’s voice reached your ears and you panicked, hiding the test in your boot. “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah,” you exhaled, giving him a smile. “I’m okay, Prom.”

Prompto’s forehead furrowed just slightly with a frown before it was wiped off by one of the other Hunters that had taken up residence in Hammerhead.

“Oh, yeah, we’ve got another hunt,” Prompto said suddenly, straightening from where he was leaning against the doorframe. “You coming along?”

Against your better judgement, you nodded, taking his hand in yours and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you guys out there in a minute, ‘kay?” The blond nodded and gave you a kiss in return before leaving the caravan, leaving you alone with a pregnancy test stuffed into your shoe.

***

This was a mistake, you cursed yourself, already feeling a bit queasy from the amount of movement you had down in an effort to down the daemon. Everytime you would roll or flip out of the way, you had to fight back the urge to throw up.

You thought you had done a pretty good job at disguising your discomfort, but your blond lover knew you hadn’t been feeling well. He had snapped at the other hunters when they had asked him to grab you for this hunt, but had wound up doing it anyway. Despite how much he wanted you to be far from the battlefield when you were ill.

Prompto watched you like a hawk, rarely letting you leave his sight. It was around the time that the daemon had been defeated that he looked over and saw your brows furrowed and your bottom lips between your teeth.

“(Y/n),” he whispered, cupping your face as he turned your eyes up to meet his. “What’s wrong? Please, tell me.”

At first you refused to speak, eyes cast down as you thought up a way to get out of answering the question. After a few moments, Prompto sighed, pulling you against his chest.

“It’s fine if you don’t wanna tell me everything,” he began, stroking your hair. “I promise, I’ll help in any way I can.”

“I just miss Iggy and Gladio,” you wrapped your arms around his back as you hummed, pouting when Prompto let out a quiet laugh.

“You wanna go see ‘em?” he questioned. He placed a kiss to your forehead when you nodded. “‘Kay. Let’s go.”

***

“Iggy,” you muttered, the blind man turning in the direction of your voice. The royal advisor wore a small frown, and that was when you knew: Iggy knew about the baby. Instead of saying anything more, you walked up and hugged the man, thankful that Prompto was off training with Gladio somewhere else at that moment.

“Iggy, I’m scared.” His hands came to rest on your upper back, rubbing in circles.

“Have you told Prompto?”

“... no …”

“You need to tell him, (Y/n). He has a right to know.”

“I know,” you grimaced, hands fisting in his shirts as you buried your head into his chest. “But I’m scared he won’t--”

“(Y/n), I have known Prompto for many years, so trust me when I say he will be happy,” Ignis said, a scolding tone in his voice for a split second. You heaved a sigh before backing away from the man and looking him in the eyes.

“Okay, I’ll tell him, soon…”

***

Sorry, Iggy. You grimaced. It had been two weeks since you had talked to the man, and you still hadn’t told Prompto. There wasn’t a good time to bring it up, because you two would be out hunting daemons basically all day, every day. Thankfully, though, you had gotten over your morning sickness, so the blond probably just thought you had a bug or something. Now, you were pretty good when it came to fast movements and battle, but you preferred to stay on the backlines with Prompto.

You lifted the rifle in your arms, lining up the shot with the daemon before pulling the trigger. The shot rang out in the endless dark, and you watched from downrange as the daemon collapsed. It was quickly swarmed by the rest of the hunters and finished off, ending your little foray into the landscape outside Hammerhead.

“You good?” Prompto’s hand came to clasp your shoulder, and you nodded, standing and popping your back. You hummed in response and took his hand, rubbing at your eyes. You needed sleep -- real sleep.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t hear it, the sound of an Iron Giant spawning right behind you. Your sleep-deprived brain couldn’t understand what was happening as your body was suddenly flung to the side. Your back hit a rock, stopping you dead and giving a view that made your blood run cold.

“Prompto!” Your screech had the rest of the hunters racing to where you two were, but the damage had already been done. Prompto had taken the hit that had been meant for you, his side now having a fairly large hole in it. You held your breath, waiting for his chest to rise and fall, and when it didn’t, you swore you heard your heart crack.

You couldn’t focus, couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that Prompto wasn’t breathing, that he wasn’t fighting. You barely remember running to his side, pulling his head into your lap as you slouched over him. Tears fell to his face, cutting through the grime and blood caked on his skin. You couldn’t remember using a Phoenix Down, either; could only remember the rush of relief when the blond began breathing again.

“You can’t die here,” you sobbed, pressing your forehead to his and squeezing your eyes shut. “You can’t leave me, you can’t leave us. Please, wake up.”

“Thank the Six you’re okay.” Prompto’s voice was hoarse, and just the sound of it made the tears fall faster when you met his eyes.

“You can’t die, Prom.” Biting your lip, you decided he needed to know. “I’m pregnant, Prom. Please, don’t leave us behind. Please, stay…”

You always did have the worst timing.

***

Not once did you leave Prompto’s side. Not when he was transported to Lestallum, not when he was brought to the one hospital that could help, not even when he lay motionless on a bed.

It had been three days since he had been injured, and your tears had dried up on the second day. So you sat next to the bed, gripping his hand tightly and resting your head on your arm.

“(Y/n),” Ignis broke the silence as he walked into the room, carrying a small container in his hands. “You need to eat something. This isn’t good for the child.”

You lifted your head from the bed, turning blank eyes to the advisor. You mumbled out an ‘okay’ and Ignis walked up to your side and handed you the container. You were slow to begin eating, but once you had begun you realized how hungry you were and the food was gone all too soon. Once you were finished, you put the empty container on the table beside the bed, then went back to watching over Prompto.

“I can’t lose him, Ignis,” you choked out, grabbing Prompto’s hand again. “I’ve lost too much already. If I were to lose him, too--”

A groan fell from Prompto’s lips, cutting you off as you shot to your feet. Forgetting what you had been saying to Ignis, you cupped the blond’s face, tears threatening to fall. Your face hovered over his, waiting.

“Prom? Please, wake up,” you whispered, thumb grazing against his cheekbone. His face scrunched up, and a few seconds later his blue eyes met your (e/c). A smile split your face and you pressed one kiss after another to his face. You heard the door close behind you and Prompto sat up, his hands resting at your waist. His eyes were downcast, staring at your stomach.

“(Y/n), were you serious? Are you really--”

“I’m sorry,” you cut him off. “I should have told you earlier. Fuck, even Iggy told me that. But I … I was scared of what you’d think.” Silence followed your admission and you felt your hope wither.

“It’s alright,” Prompto muttered as he pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss to the crown of your head. “Fuck, you’re pregnant. We’re gonna be parents; we’re gonna have a family of our own.” He pulled away from you and you were blinded by the smile on his face. “You’ve no idea how happy that makes me. I’d die a happy man.”

***

“Legatum!” Your voice echoed throughout Hammerhead, chasing after your son as his father watched. “You get back here, you little brat!”

“(Y/n)?” a voice you hadn’t heard in a decade caused you to freeze, your head turning towards Talcott’s truck to see a familiar face.

“Noct?” Prompto was the first to voice his surprise, rushing to his best friend with wide eyes. “Is that really you?”

But Noct was preoccupied with the child that was a miniature version of Prompto. The boy -- Legatum, he had heard you call him -- was the spitting image of his friend, down to the barely visible freckles on the boy’s face. Legatum had inherited Prompto’s blond hair and blue eyes, and Noct knew that this was Prompto’s son.

“‘Noct’?” Legatum asked, a puzzled expression on his face as he looked the man up and down. “You’re Uncle Noct? I thought you would be … smaller-- ow!”

You had whacked Legatum over the head, your eyes never leaving Noct.

“It really is you, Noct,” you smiled. “Welcome home, My King.”

#prompto x reader #prompto argentum x reader #this one shouldn't be as sad as the others #older!prompto #older!prompto x reader #request time

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erratiomerula · 3 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Ignatius Czerny

NICKNAME. Iggy, Nat

GENDER. Male

HEIGHT. 6′1″

AGE. Appears early-mid 20′s

ZODIAC. N/A

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. Japanese, English, Latin— honestly has at least some proficiency in most older languages.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. An almost ashy white

EYE COLOR. Emerald

SKIN TONE. Very slight tan

BODY TYPE. Athletic and fit; tall and lean.

VOICE. On the soft side with slight feminine and playful tones. ( Will probably update when I find a suitable VC )

DOMINANT HAND. Ambidextrous

POSTURE. Immaculate. Has a very straight posture while managing to still look casual and not stiff.

SCARS. He has a few small scattered scars, most of which existed on his vessel before he obtained it. His most obvious ‘scars�� are the blackened marks on his hands.

TATTOOS. Currently none, but absolutely would get one if he wanted to.

BIRTHMARKS. N/A

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). His shocking white hair and green eyes, especially so because of his apparent Japanese origin.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. N/A

HOMETOWN. N/A

SIBLINGS. Technically speaking, all other fire spirits are something akin to siblings.

PARENTS. N/A

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Bartender in a popular bar/club, though he’s had a few other jobs before.

CURRENT RESIDENCE. A large and westernized apartment on the top floor of a near luxurious apartment building in Hachioji prefecture, Tokyo, just below Akiruno prefecture.

CLOSE FRIENDS. By default, his closest friends are actually the coworkers in the bar that he works at.

NPCs RELATIONSHIP STATUS. N/A

FINANCIAL STATUS. Middle-Upper class

DRIVER’S LICENSE. Though he’s not entirely sure how, given his predicament, he does actually have a driver’s license. As is typical in Japan, though, he doesn’t own a car and relies on the extensive public transport system.

CRIMINAL RECORD. No

VICES. Short-Sightedness, languor, very rarely anger and/or manipulativeness.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual?

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. Caregiver? ( I’m not too familiar with these terms tbh )

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Iggy is more or less a switch, but generally defaults to dominant if his partner doesn’t state a preference.

LIBIDO. Average-High

TURN ON’S. He likes a partner with roaming hands. Erogenous spots include the area between he should blades, neck/throat, hands, and any area immediately below the belt. Flirty confidence does wonders and teasing his partner is also a good turn on.

TURN OFF’S. Degrading, humiliation, anything to do with bodily fluids that aren’t normal during sex. ( i.e. no golden showers or scat play, ew. )

IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Ignatius like to drown his significant other in affection, but he’s still someone who has his own routine and isn’t someone who would be stuck to his phone all day communicating with them. He’s very patient and loves to lift his SO up and help them better themselves. Not very shy and quite outgoing, if his SO is more of an indoor type, he has a habit of trying to convince them to come out with them. ( I’m kind of babbling but he doesn’t have any actual ship experience yet so uhhhh )

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Fractures by Illenium OR Fire Inside by Gemini ( Mr. FijiWiji Remix )

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Reading, jogging, sightseeing, cooking

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Right brained? I think?

PHOBIAS. Not exactly a phobia, but he has a very limited tolerance of water and cold. Confinement and lowkey abandonment.

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. He considers it normal, but it’s actually quite high without him crossing over to being narcissistic.

VULNERABILITIES. He doesn’t really....have any LMAO. You gotta remember that he isn’t used to all of the human emotions and he’s literally flame incarnate in a human body.

Tagged by; Stolen from @tximidity

Tagging: steal it

#facts;; { Ignatius }#some of these answers suck I know but #SOME OF THOSE ARE REALLY DIFFICULT TO ANSWER FOR IGNATIUS DKGDBK

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amarabliss · 4 years

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Oaths and Hearts - 10 (Ignis Scientia/Reader)

So this is a crossover between FFXV and Dragon Age Inquisition.

You fell through a rift into the fade fighting the demons you swore to protect your world from. When you popped out you were no longer in the lands of Ferelden instead trapped in Insomnia. The gracious king allowed you to say recognizing power when he saw it. One thing led to another and now you were part of the procession of the prince to his wedding years later. Before the final battle, after years of fighting, losses, and love…your friend…your king…Noctis has asked you to change it all…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

The boat ride back was quick enough. You stood next to Ignis as he pulled up toward the dock, “Gladio is already here…”

“I can see that…” Ignis cut the engine coasting in the rest of the distance.

Dockhands rushed forward tying everything off as Gladio jumped into the boat. He strode forward quickly meeting you both under the canopy of deck. He wore an angry expression as he pointed in your face, “Answer your damn phone!”

“What?” You reached for your back pocket feeling the absence of the electronic leash, “I’m sorry I didn’t bring it…”

“What’s going on?” Ignis stepped closer to you putting a protective hand on your back.

“Put this on.” Gladio shoved a sweatshirt into your arms before looking at Ignis, “Noctis needs you at the secretary's estate now.”

“Gladio, what is-” Ignis began to ask again when his friend turned away.

“There isn’t time! Put the damn sweatshirt on!” He yelled at you making you flinch as he pointed again. He’d never been so pushy with you before.

“Make the time!” Ignis stepped between you and Gladio pushing his hand away, “Yelling at her is not going to help anything.”

“The Neifs want blood.” Gladio looked past Ignis to you, “And you’re the face they’re looking for to take it. Now, put the sweatshirt on.”

You felt cold as you pulled the sweatshirt over your head. It was obviously Gladio's and much too big for you. As you adjusted it you heard the owner of the sweatshirt speak, “I’ll take her some place safe, you get to Noctis and try to smooth this out. Our main goal is not to get into a fight with them right now.”

Ignis looked over to you worry in his eyes, “Y/N…”

You stepped over to him as Gladio climbed off the boat, “Go help Noct, you know he’s still learning to control his temper and seeing the people who are responsible for his father’s death will not be easy for him.”

He took your hands in his, “You’re far too calm for this…”

“Go.” You gave him a small smile before he leaned in kissing your cheek.

“Kissing again?” Gladio smirked when Ignis held his hand out to him pulling him on to the dock.

They met each other’s gaze before Ignis spoke still holding onto his friend's hand, “Gladio…”

“I’ll keep her safe...” Gladio slapped his other hand on his shoulder, “Go save the king from his mouth.”

Ignis gave you a final look before running down the dock into the city. You watched him for as long as you could before Gladio helped you up, “Put the hood up.”

You swallowed pulling it up over your head, “Gladio…how serious is this?”

“It’s not good, we can talk more at the safe house.” He sighed turning around before kneeling, “Hop on?”

“What? No Gladio, I can walk.” You stared at him surprised by the offer.

“Oh, trust me, I know you can.” He looked back you winking, “Its more to blend in. No one will question a boyfriend carrying his tired girlfriend who’s cold.”

“Ah…I see…if you’re sure…” He nodded and you stepped forward hesitantly putting your arms around his neck. You tensed as he lifted you up with ease wrapping your legs over his arms.

He walked you calmly into the city where already Neif guards were patrolling. You buried your face into his neck. Eventually he spoke, “I’m sorry I yelled at you…I’ve never been good at communicating when I’m worried and I was sure they had you when you weren’t answering your phone.”

“Then I heard Noct say that he encouraged Ignis to spend some quality time with you.” Gladio smiled tilting his head a little, “Which I would be glad to see, if we weren’t under Neif occupation.”

“I’m sorry to have worried you…I don’t suppose we’re going back to my room?” You asked speaking quietly.

“'Fraid not…” He sighed as he adjusted you, “Weskham set up a spot for us, won’t be pretty but it’ll keep us safe.”

You fell silent for a moment watching the people pass by still happy and unaware. You wished you could find a way to get your friends to that point. No worries, no danger…

“How are you feeling?” You raised your head a little at his question, “You know…”

“I’m alright…I’m not far enough along for anything major…” You told him seeing guards ahead. You dipped your face back into his neck.

You felt Gladio tense his arms as the clanking of armor passed. He relaxed only when he turned down a waterway, “I saw the way Iggy was looking at you, can I assume you guys have made it past the worst of it?”

“You would be assuming correctly.” You told him with a heavy sigh, “I did almost tell him…”

“Lemme guess, my text ruined it.” You nodded humming a little. Gladio chuckled a bit, “Sorry about that…”

“Unavoidable…I’ll tell him once everything settles down. I hope…” You smiled a little after a while your thoughts drifting to Ignis, “He’ll make a good father…”

“He’ll be better than good.” Gladio glanced back at you, “Did he ever tell you about his dad?”

“A little. He died when he was very young.” You looked at Gladio curiously, “Why?”

“There’s just this one story he told me when I was going through a rough time after my mom passed. My dad was gone with the king and I needed to be the man of the house, you know?” You listened to him as he walked down a set of stairs, “He found me in the training room, just destroying everything I could…”

Another dummy flew across the room shattering against the wall. Gladio’s chest heaved up and down hearing the door creak open, “This room is occupied.”

“Fully aware.” He looked over seeing Ignis shutting the door behind himself.

“Don’t really feel like having company.” Gladio growled as he stood up straight.

“Noted.” Ignis removed his glasses pocketing them safely before taking off his jacket hanging it up.

“I mean it Ignis, if you stay, you’re going to wind up hurt.” Gladio threatened him.

“More than likely, you are much stronger than I am.” Ignis seemed to ignore him as he took off his dress shirt as well leaving him in his black tank and dress pants.

“Iggy…” Gladio gripped the training blade as his friend walked out on to the floor with a javelin.

“Three hits, reset?” Ignis posed himself to attack.

Gladio gritted his teeth shaking his head, “Fine.”

“Good, begin.” Ignis nodded toward him.

They moved around the mat circling one another sizing up any weak points. Finally, Gladio attacked, coming down hard and fast, but his friend was faster with the lance pegging him good in the chest. He landed hard on his chest feeling the air leave him.

“One.” Rage seeped into Gladio’s body as his friend readied himself.

Gladio watched again as his friend sidestepped another attack pegging him in the back, “Two.”

Wasting no time Gladio began to swing wildly over and over. Each attacked was blocked, parried, or sidestepped. It just made him angrier and all the more reckless. Ignis made quick work taking his feet out from him making him land on his.

Ignis stepped over him, “Three.”

“Dammit!” Gladio reached for his weapon but Ignis kicked it out of the way, “What are you doing?”

Ignis threw the lance away staring at him, “Reset.”

Gladio growled hitting the mat before he stood up, “You sure you want to do this?”

“I’ve never been one to back down.” Ignis smiled at him raising up his fists.

It didn’t take long for Ignis to land his three punches. Gladio yelled out in frustration before grabbing Ignis by the shirt shoving him up against the wall, “Why are you doing this!?”

“Because…you’re hurting and one of the ways you deal with hurt…is fighting.” Ignis spoke calmly looking into his friend’s eyes with such sincerity that it hurt worse than a punch.

Gladio clenched his teeth before he began shaking. His hands relaxed falling flat against Ignis’ chest as he began to hang his head. His eyes shut and tears began to fall, “Why did she have to die?”

Ignis frowned and pulled his friend into a hug. After a while they both sat against the wall. Gladio wiped his face before he spoke, “Sorry about that…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Ignis stared straight ahead resting his arms on his knees.

“I shouldn’t be like this…I’m supposed to be a shield to the prince and yet I’m blubbering…” Gladio hung his head embarrassed.

“My father…” Gladio looked at him surprised as Ignis spoke. He rarely spoke of his parents and when he did it was always a good memory, “told me that men who allow themselves the moment to cry, are the bravest of men. For they are willing to admit that they are human and feel the most intimate of things.”

Gladio listened as he went on, “He told me that after I came home from school. I was upset because the class pet had passed away, but all the boys at school said it wasn’t manly to cry. So, I was trying my hardest to not let it get to me.”

“But my father was a kindhearted man and he could feel something was wrong.” Ignis smiled a little, “He knelt down and asked me what was wrong, so I explained and…I cried…and he held me close and said it would be okay, that I was stronger for feeling such a strong attachment to the poor creature. That was just bunny…”

“Your mother died, Gladio…there is no one who can replace her.” Ignis looked at him and Gladio felt a knot in this throat.

He felt his grief begin to take hold of him again. His dear friend had lost his parents when he was only five. He only had five years with his parents, Gladio still had his father, “…does it ever feel better?”

Ignis smiled sadly shaking his head, “No, I’m afraid it’s always a void you will feel, but you do grow numb to it. Then you’ll see someone…or read something…or…anything really and it will just cut open and you will mourn again…that part does get easier.”

Ignis put his hand on his shoulder, “Gladio, never hide your feelings. They make us who we are…your mother lives on in you. She had a big heart and did a great deal for the people of Insomnia because of it. You have the same heart.”

“Ignis barely knew his parents and yet he learned so much from them.” Gladio sniffed a little, “His uncle would always say he acted like his mother, logical and collected, but when it comes down to caring for people…he knows what people need in order to heal, like his dad.”

“You’re a very good friend Gladio.” You squeezed him a little getting a chuckle from him, “I hope you know that.”

“You ain’t so bad yourself.” He stopped outside a door stooping down a little, “Alright, last stop.”

You stepped in after he opened the door looking around the dark room seeing crates and canvas coverings, “What is this place?”

“An old, old storage house.” You looked over at Weskham stepping out of the shadows with a soft smile, “A few things I have in the works for another franchise, but for now it’s a safe place for a very pretty lady.”

He took your hand kissing the top of it, “Thank you, I can never repay for putting yourself in such a predicament.”

“I have a duty to protect those who protected me, and you certainly helped protect the city I love.” He patted your hand getting you to smile, “Come, there’s a place to rest over here. I brought some food and will send more provisions later with the next rotation.”

“Rotation?” You glanced over at Gladio.

“Yeah, we can’t be too far from Noct…it will look suspicious.” Gladio sighed pulling out his phone, “Weskham, did we get that dampener set up?”

“No, we couldn’t find one in time.” Weskham began pulling out something that smelled heavenly.

“Shit…we can’t use our phones here until we do…” Gladio ran a hand through his hair, “I gotta let them know we made it. Can you stay with her until Prompto gets here?”

“Certainly, I make fine company I promise.” Weskham smirked giving you a wink.

“I never doubted it.” You smiled at him take a seat on a crate.

Everything seemed to be going off without a hitch. Prompto arrived with blankets and a pillow. His upbeat attitude helped alleviate some worry from you. At least enough that you were able to get some rest when Gladio returned again.

When you woke up you could smell coffee. You rolled over seeing Ignis sitting on the ground next to the cot you were on, “Ignis?”

His head snapped to you as he set his cup down on the ground, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine…a little stiff but otherwise fine.” You sat up watching him move from the floor to sitting next to you, “How’s Noct?”

He smiled a little before he answered with a sigh, “He was doing very well…until they tried to demand that he surrender you over to them.”

You frowned looking down at your hands, “So, they’re not being reasonable?”

“No, I’m afraid not.” He took your hands getting you to look at him, “But we have a plan to keep you safe and take down Neiflhiem.”

“…alright…what are we going to do?” You laced your fingers with his watching him turn his face from you, “Ignis, what’s wrong?”

“We’re sending you away.” No beating around the bush. He shut his eyes when you pulled your hand away, “They will be relentless and sending you away will divi-”

“No. I’m not going anywhere.” You interrupted him as he tried to explain, “No! I didn’t do everything I did to just sit on the sidelines while everyone else runs headlong into danger.”

“Do you even remember why you did it?” Ignis stared at you for a moment letting everything settle. You did…but you didn’t…it was complicated. You knew why you would do it now, wasn’t that enough?

“Y/N…this wasn’t an easy decision.” He spoke quietly as he placed a hand on your cheek, “I don’t want to send you away. I want to keep you close so I can protect you, but…”

“Your oath to your king…” You began to tear up as a well of emotions burned in your chest, “I swore an oath too…maybe not in front of an assembly or even directly to Noct…but I want to protect him…and you.”

“I know…but you’re not part of the guard...it’s not expected of you.” He took a deep breath watching you as you stood up frustrated, “Aranae, will be here in an hour to take you to safety…”

“An hour?” You turned back to him eyes widening in surprise, “Why are we moving so fast? It can’t be that-”

“It is.” He stood up looking down into your eyes as the seriousness of the situation began to sink in. He spoke plainly and without hiding anything, “They see you as a threat. They have footage of you pushing Ardyn into the rift…you killed their chancellor. It’s an act of war.”

“They killed King Regis!” Your voice cracked a little shaking your head as if it would make everything go away, “Ardyn was a monster…a deamon…and he was advising them!”

“I know, but the fact remains…you killed him, and there is no proof but your word to say Ardyn was a deamon.” Ignis looked away taking off his glasses as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t want to spend my last hour with you arguing, Y/N, please can we sit?”

“So, what…” You threw out your arms to the warehouse, “We have a farewell party to send me away…we act like everything is fine…It’s not!”

“This is the only option we have.” He wouldn’t look at you when he said it.

There were layers to his statement, and you could see them. You remember saying the same thing when your forces were in the Arbor Wilds, but you had to go fight Corypheus. It wasn’t the only option, but it was the only one that protected the most people, “What will you be doing?”

He finally looked at you as he slid on his glasses again, “I…will be accompanying Noctis to the empire’s capitol to retrieve the crystal.”

“Oh, is that all…Ignis, I’m going with you.” You felt your hands ball up into fists as you tried to reason with him, “I went before…I had to have…I wouldn’t let you go alone.”

“That may be…but they don’t have Ardyn anymore…things have changed.” Ignis stepped toward you, “Y/N…”

“But what if…”

“You can’t do that to yourself.” He put his hands on your arms shaking his head, “You can’t make up scenarios to put yourself there…You’ll only drive yourself mad.”

“I can’t lose you!” You spat out at him tears finally cresting over your lashes, “I can’t…”

“And I will do my very best to ensure that you don’t.” He smiled at you moving his hands up your arms to your neck letting his forehead rest against yours, “I promise to always-”

“I’m pregnant…” You watched as his face went blank. You trembled in his grasp afraid this might be the one thing that pushes him away, “I didn’t want to tell you like this…I wanted it to be happy…I wanted it to be a moment…but not like this…”

“Shh…” He shook his head before his eyes brightened and he smiled, “I don’t want to waste any more time on regrets…”

You felt a knot in your throat as you choke out his name, “Ig…Ignis…I…”

“Shh…” He kissed your forehead before pulling you into his arms. He held you close for a long time as you cried into his shoulder and he spoke softly, “You’re going to be an amazing mother…”

You let out a small sob as he pulled away wiping your tears from your face, “Ignis, please…”

“I’ve always liked the name Lilibeth…” He smiled wiping another tear away, “for a girl…and for a boy…Anders.”

“Why are you so calm about this? And his name is going to be Ulric…” You put your hands over his squeezing them.

“After Nyx…it’s perfect.” He kissed your forehead lightly ignoring your question, “A strong name.”

“Ignis…” Your brow furrowed together trying to get him to understand.

“Y/N, there is nothing we can do and now more then ever I need to keep you as far away from Neiflhiem.” He spoke quietly brushing your away from your face, “So please…do this for me? For our baby…”

He looked down into your eyes and he could see it. You hated the idea…you hated that he was right…but how could you argue with a man who wanted to keep his child safe? Large tears fell down your face catching against his thumbs, “…okay…”

“Good…now enough of this.” He took a step backwards as he took your hands pulling you with him, “I want to spend the next hour with you…my family.”

You moved with him as he sat down putting his hands on your hips. He smiled at you pulling you closer until he was able to rest the side of his face against your stomach. You couldn’t stop the tears, as you were going from one emotion to the next…happy to terrified.

Your hand brushed through his hair and he closed his eyes finding pleasure in your touch, “…it’s a boy…please don’t ask me how I know…I just do.”

He looked up at you giving you a questioning look before he simply smiled, “Ulric Scientia it is then…”

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johnny-and-dora · 5 years

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i’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice

“I was thinking about...our kids. Our future kids, I mean.” He says, still determinedly fixated on the window, and Amy feels herself completely melt.

or, the one where jake & amy have a snow day. (festive fluff - happy holidays!)

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There’s a certain way that Amy Santiago expects to wake up on a Tuesday morning in late December.

It involves her eyes gently flitting open to the tuneful, familiar vibrato of her trusty alarm clock at 7am . It involves slowly unfurling herself from her cocoon of blankets, skimming through the news on her phone, scrolling through the comments on her laminating blog.

For the past four years, it’s also slowly come to involve the love of her life sprawled next to her - usually finding increasingly creative ways to enable the snooze on Amy’s many, many alarms and trying his hardest to tempt her back to bed for five more minutes.

(She can roll her eyes all she wants, but she can’t deny that Jake’s methods usually prove very effective before she can finally lure him up with a forehead kiss and the promise of coffee.)

The almost sub-zero temperatures – and, of course, the always warm hands and soft puppy-dog brown eyes of her husband – never fail to make sticking to her perfected December routine a reasonably difficult task to fulfil. But Amy loves her schedule almost as much as she loves Jake Peralta, and so it’s a routine that she rarely breaks, even when everything outside of the comfort of their bed feels like some kind of barren icy hellscape.

So it’s a surprise, then, when she’s woken up on a Tuesday morning in late December by the unmistakable sound of chaos coming from the kitchen, a picturesque pale sunrise framed by the windows that tells her it’s far too late to be 7am, and an empty space next to her where Jake should be.

Amy can’t lie; for one, hideous, jarring second, she panics. Still disorientated by sleep, she can feel horribly familiar dread rising in her throat at the horribly familiar emptiness of his side of the bed – but then she feels the body warmth still radiating from the sheets, and her ears tune to his voice belting Mariah Carey in the next room, and she relaxes. She chides herself for falling into old habits so easily, grateful that they’re merely old habits now.

Her rings glint on the bedside table – a promise of forever she’s more thankful for than most - and she quietly slips them on, smiling softly as she wraps up in a makeshift blanket cape and makes her way towards the kitchen.

Jake’s not going anywhere, and neither is she.

She leans in the doorway, instantly feeling lighter at the spectacular sight of her husband, dressed in pyjamas and a bright red Santa hat, fully engrossed in singing along to cheesy Christmas songs with intense passion while he makes pancakes and coffee. She isn’t completely sure she isn’t still dreaming.

Amy fondly watches him for a minute, unnoticed, weighing up the entertainment value of scaring the shit out of him against using him as her personal space heater– she eventually goes with the latter, draping her arms around his waist in lieu of a greeting. Melting into him from behind as she rests her chin on his shoulder, she feels his laugh vibrate through the both of them and immediately feels a hundred times warmer.

“Hey, babe. Enjoy your lie in?”

“Mmph. You’re warm.”

He turns around and she cups his face with her hands, tilting her head up to kiss him.

When they break apart, he smiles at her in that stupid fond way; and she can’t help it. She forgets about how cold it is and forgets her anxiety about work and being late and pretty much everything else in the universe except his stupid face, because it’s stupid and adorable and she could probably spend all day kissing it if she could.

He takes her hands in his; interlacing their fingers and trying not to grimace at how freezing she inevitably is.

“You are...so cold. How are you always so cold? Are you a reptile? Have I married into some kind of secret underground lizard mafia? Are you going to drain my blood and steal my heat?” Amy rolls her eyes.

“Yes, Jake. You got me. I’m only here because I want to steal your heat.” She says, deadpan, and Jake waves a triumphant finger like he’s just solved a case.

“I knew it! I’m the best detective.” He squeezes her hands fondly before letting them go to return to the stove. She pours freshly made coffee into two mugs and takes a sip from one, leaning back against the counter and watching Jake work, humming along to the radio.

“I’d ask if you wanted to help me with these but I presume you want our kitchen to remain not on fire.”

“Ha ha.” They stay like that for a few minutes, Amy stifling laughter as he overdramatically flips the pancakes in sync to the music - but now that she’s less frozen and can actually focus, a glance at the clock creeps uneasiness at the break in her routine back into her system.

“Wait, aren’t we...super late for work? Our shift started an hour ago.”

She tries and miserably fails to sound nonchalant at the idea of not being punctual - Jake turns around to raise an eyebrow at her and she makes a face at him. Childish distracting marriage it is.

“...Have you not looked outside since you woke up?”

“No...” Amy tugs her blanket cape around her a little defensively and he smiles, gesturing to the kitchen window with his spatula like a wizard waving a wand. She makes her way over to the window, half-expecting to see some kind of post hurricane apocalypse devastation she somehow slept through...

...and instead it’s just the familiar view of the downtown Brooklyn apartment building across from theirs, perfectly intact – and buried by at least six inches of pure, white snow. Everywhere she looks is blanketed in white, like the entire city has been dusted with icing sugar. The entire scene looks like the backdrop of the Christmas card they got from her parents this year – it’s breathtaking.

She turns back to Jake with wonder glowing in her face, warming at the childlike glint in his eyes and his goofy, eager wide grin.

“Snow day!” He declares excitedly, plate of pancakes in each hand, and Amy can’t help but smile.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I know – and even better, city stopping. Holt sent a text telling us not to bother coming in an hour ago –the night shift are covering us seeing as we can’t get there and they can’t leave.”

“So?” “So, I woke up early, got way too excited at said snow, knew we weren’t going anywhere and shut off all your alarms so you could actually have a lie in.” He grins, and not even for the first time that morning she wonders how she got so lucky.

“I love you.”

“Love you too. The point is, everyone’s way too distracted by the snow for any crime to occur, which means we get a day off, which means –“ He hands her a plate – “celebratory snow day pancakes!”

Amy laughs and starts to eat, fondly watching from the window as the big family from the third floor that always send them a card run outside to pelt each other with snowballs. Jake puts one arm around her and she rests her head on his shoulder, blissfully content.

The snowball fight escalates after a few minutes, the kids engaged in an all out war with the parents even joining in, and Jake becomes immersed in it like it’s one of her mother’s favourite telenovelas.

At first she thinks he’s trying to figure out which kid to place a bet on winning (her money’s on the girl with the red scarf and the powerful throwing arm) but when she actually studies his expression it’s all wistful and dreamy, and she can tell he’s far away. She nudges him gently.

“What’re you thinking about?” Amy asks, half concerned and half curious. Their empty plates and coffee mugs are discarded on the kitchen counter, radio turned down to a quiet hum of vaguely festive themed white noise, both of them still fixated on the snow outside.

“Nothing.” He says, unconvincingly, and she has to remind herself not to use her interrogation room voice on her husband.

“You’re always thinking about something, Jake. Usually about fifty different things at once.” He exhales a short laugh at that, looking at her with such pure affection it almost sweeps her off her feet.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just...embarrassing. And sappy.”

“I like embarrassing and sappy.” She smiles, gently pushing him to open up – but he just shakes his head in response, gaze returning to the window where they both watch the dad pick one of his kids up and spin them round, laughing.

A few years ago she would have determinedly kept pushing further - but now Amy stays silent, the (fairly recent) luxury of knowing that he’ll open up sooner or later not lost on her. It only takes a minute before he speaks again.

“I was thinking about...our kids. Our future kids, I mean.” He says, still determinedly fixated on the window, and Amy feels herself completely melt.

“Oh.” “Yeah. Just...days like this, where we could go out and play in the snow...and they’d be wrapped up in like fifty different layers from head to toe, just like you, running around in cute little hats and scarves and coats...and we’d have snowball fights and build snowmen and then afterwards come inside and have hot cocoa and fall asleep watching cheesy Christmas movies on the sofa. I’d...I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” She prompts gently, her heart swelling at the picture now in her head. She’s thought about it too, of course, now more than ever – buying presents for her seemingly endless nephews and nieces, seeing Gina’s seemingly endless pictures of Iggy in adorable little jumpers and tiny bedazzled mittens, dodging her mom’s near constant invasive questions about grandchildren despite the six she has already.

She’s already far too excited for their first Christmas as a married couple, preparing for a few nights spent crammed into the usual cabin upstate with the whole family. It’s going to be complete chaos. She can’t wait.

“Yeah. Not right now, because I still like having you all to myself way too much...but soon. One day. I just...I really want...” He trails off but he doesn’t need to say any more – she hopes how she squeezes his hand is enough of an answer. They’ve talked about this a lot, even more so since getting married.

Not now, but soon. Not if, but when.

“Me too.” Amy says, trying very hard not to spoil a perfect and romantic moment by crying at how much she loves her husband, burying her head deeper into the fabric of his sleeve so that he won’t notice. He kisses the top of her head and she can tell they’re both thinking about the same thing, warmth spreading through her whole body at the thought of soon sharing the holidays with kids of their own.

She could never picture having kids so easily until they’d been together for a while and she realised she just couldn’t have had them with anyone else. He’s always had a way of altering her life calendar in ways she couldn’t possibly expect, and she doesn’t think he’ll ever stop doing it.

Amy just hopes to God that they won’t inherit his eyes, because otherwise they’ll probably be able to get away with anything.

Like getting to her to go out in the snow, for example – she’s basically resigned to her fate as soon as she sees Jake looking longingly as the picturesque winter painting outside their window.

“You want us to go out there, don’t you.” She says grimly, almost physically shivering in anticipation of how cold it is. He turns to look at her in mock offense, eyes glinting.

“Amy Santiago-Peralta, don’t tell me we’re not going out in the snow. You love snow!”

“I love the idea of snow, in theory. In practise it’s cold and wet and gives you an excuse to throw things that are cold and wet at me.”

“...You also get to throw cold and wet things at me?” He offers as a tempting incentive, and she sighs, taking one last glance outside – even she has to admit, it looks beautiful out there.

“Fine.” She says, resignedly, and it’s almost worth it for the gleeful look on his face as he speeds out of the kitchen to get dressed. She pads out of the kitchen after him, glancing at their beautifully (and haphazardly, due to the chaotic nature of her husband’s artistic visions) decorated tree.

Suddenly, Amy can’t help imagining toys in bright colourful wrapping paper and bright twinkling fairy lights, the adorable pitter-patter of tiny excitable footsteps waking them up far too early on Christmas morning, leaving treats out for Santa, baking Christmas cookies together as a family. She smiles brightly, wondering when that picture got so vivid, wondering how soon that might become a reality.

Amy has a feeling that, very soon, maybe even this time next year, it’s going to get even harder to stick to her usual Tuesday morning in late December routine.

She can’t wait.

#b99 #peraltiago #b99 fic #my writing #jake x amy #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #shut up sian #merry christmas/happy holidays!#this has no plot but it's christmas so who cares #hope you enjoy <3

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Camping (Child) (Part 3)

That night Ignis made the most delicious trout dish that any of them has ever tasted before. Blessed Ignis for his culinary expertise. By the time Ignis began preparing their dinner he noticed that the food gathered by Gladio and Prompto had diminished quite much. Though he might shrug it off for them being hungry while looking for the firewood. But when he thought about it, when they met each other he noticed how disheveled they were. Was looking for fire woods that much of a task for them. He wanted to ask but at the same time, he trusted his muscle friend to tell him if something did happen. So he let go for now.

That night they didn't make any more plan and just fell to sleep. They had quite an adventure for the first day and it took all of their energy. Noctis was practically sleeping and eating at the same time, though he said that the cooking was quite good he couldn't really enjoy it for drowsiness was looming over him. Prompto isn't better compared to the Raven. He continued yawning while picking his plate. He was so tired but at the same time, the food was so delicious that it was a waste to not eat everything. He was torn in being sleepy and hungry. Using his every last energy he has he finished his dinner. But that was the last.

Both Noctis and Prompto fell asleep while sitting down. Head hanging down, mouth mumbling.

"They have fallen asleep already...?"

Gladio just finished his dinner and brought it to Ignis who was cleaning up his utensil as well as his own plates.

"They must have been exhausted, could you please tucked them in. While I finish cleaning, Gladio?"

"Sure"

He put down his plate next to Iggy and grabbed the two of them easily in both arms. Cradling them in his arms, letting them rest their heads on his board and firm chest. Gently though he placed both of them in their sleeping bags.

"Good night"

He said while petting their head gently. When they are asleep like this, they do look like angels. But once they are awake, they would annoy him with their own antiques not that he mined it. Hey! He was actually enjoying it. He had a little sister on his own, so he was good with kids. It's just that since he was brought the Lucis's household to work as their bodyguards he hadn't seen her all this time. His little sister was much younger than him, even younger than these two angels. Maybe he should visit her soon.

Soon the tent zipped opened with Ignis going inside.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah"

"Then should we rest as well"

"No complain there"

Though they are much older and have much more stamina than those two, they were pretty tuckered out with their own adventures. So they won't say no in an early sleeping. They could only wonder what they will do tomorrow as they tucked themselves in their own sleeping bags and drifted into their subconsciousness. But not before Gladio whispered.

"Good night, Iggy~"

He said teasingly but unable to hide his own sleepiness in his voice. Ignis chuckled a bit before placed his head on his pillow.

"Good night to you too, Gladio"

And off they all went to slumberland. Oh if you are wondering about their position then both Prompto and Noctis were in the middle of Ignis and Gladio. Ignis was right beside Noctis while Prompto was beside Gladio. It just made them feel safe knowing that they can shield their little angels. And if anything were to happen they can be sure that they would able to keep their angels safe. Though their position would change once the angels are big enough to fend things for themselves.

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RUSTLE.... RUSTLE....

"Umm..."

Gladio grumbled as he opened his eyes slightly. When he looked in front of him, Ignis was nowhere to be seen. Well, he could already guess where he was though. He decided to wake up as well. He wasn't one to sleep until noon, unlike a certain kid. He stretched his arms a bit before going out of the tent. Only to see Ignis by his small made kitchen.

"Morning"

He said as he walked behind his glasses friend.

"Morning to you too, Gladio. Did you sleep well last night?"

"I did, it was nice sleeping outdoor like this"

"I assume you like to be outdoors rather than indoor, yes?"

"Can't argue with that, after all, once you woke up you can breathe this kind of fresh air. Who wouldn't like it?"

Ignis was cutting out some vegetables he brought from home.

"True, the fresh air is something I enjoyed being outdoors"

"See~"

Gladio cooed. Letting a small chuckle, Ignis gave Gladio a knife.

"Mind helping me out with breakfast"

"Sure, why not"

"Thank you, then can you finely chop this while I look after the stew"

Gladio nodded as he took the knife and began cutting the vegetables to fine pieces.

"What are you making?"

"We still have some fishes from yesterday catch rather than throwing it out, before it rots. I decided to make a stew with it and some vegetables. I do not like to waste good ingredients"

"That's a good idea"

They were chatting lightly as they continued to prepare the dish. They were always been by each other side since the first time they were brought together at the Lucis Household. Both of them were scouted when they were young thanks to their extraordinary talents. Ignis grew up unknowing a family love because his parents were rarely home when he was a young child. But not like he minded them being so, but it the end it only made him be an uptight and strict child. His uncle saw how talented he was and because he was one of Regis's retainers he thought maybe his nephew would be able to enjoy being his son retainers as well.

With his talent and quiet witted brain he would beat any of the candidates and heck Regis was looking for someone who wasn't too far in age to his son. A fairly good deal, he would be able to live in a huge mansion, get the education he fairly deserved and even make friends (he hoped). So he proposed the idea to him. Not really knowing what he should do, Ignis decided to take his uncle offer and that's when he was brought to the Lucis mansion and met up with Gladio.

Gladio, on the other hand, was practically given to the Lucis Household, because his father couldn't keep up with his son attitude. Gladio was short temper and because of his fighting skill he practically ended up fighting a gang or even some older punks just because he was agitated. With his big psychic no one would think he was a kid. And with him being a good fighter no one dared to mess with him. Anyone who had fought him will remember not to mess with him no matter what.

But his father had enough of his nonsense always coming home battered up but still decided to take a fight somewhere when he's bored. He didn't know what he should do until his friend Regis told him that he needed to find retainers for his son but with not a too far age gap. Clarus, Gladio's father decided this was the best course of action. With his being a bodyguard he would have many professionals to teach him a lesson. He should learn that there are many who are far stronger than him. Responsibilities would also become hone inside of him once he took the position. It was a perfect idea.

And so the two of them met each other at the Lucis manor. Truthfully they weren't the best of friends when they first met each other. But compared to the other appliance the two of them made the best score. Gladio was supposed to be a bodyguard, he was able to knock everyone out while Ignis became his retainer, making sure everything that Noctis needed. He was quick-witted and able to learn much basic skill as well such as cleaning, cooking, teaching, and surprisingly fighting. Don't try to mess with Ignis, he can use anything as a weapon. Be it a pen he's holding or a kitchen knife. He's also able to perform self-defense moves. Where did he learn all of this you ask? Well from reading books and watching it on TV. Yes... This boy his a freaking genius. He was perfect in every way but these two weren't the best combination.

With Ignis being cold, strict, and uptight, while Gladio being lifely, short temper, and aggressive. These two would clash with each other if they can. One time Gladio had enough with Ignis constant nagging about him being short temper that he was about to punch him in the end. But that only lets Ignis take the opportunity to grab his wrist and without using too much effort he easily swift to his left and pinned Gladio's hand behind his back.

Gladio was completely surprised by this, he thought that Ignis was frail. But since then he would never dare to think so. Slowly he began to actually listen to Ignis. Well, he was still stronger than him but how Ignis treated him started to change his overall attitude. Even if he does let out his anger, Ignis wouldn't get up in the tension and continue to speak softly and gently to him. Soon Gladio found this soothing. Usually, when he was angry people start yelling at him but not Ignis, he wouldn't raise his voice, heck! He never saw him raising his voice at anyone.

Ignis was cool and collective, and slowly this made Gladio determine to control his anger. This time if he was pissed instead of taking it out to someone he would just head to the training ground inside the manor and relived his stress there, by punching the sandbag until it tore. Well, the Lucis household was loaded so buying constant punching bags wasn't a problem for them. Soon though, Gladio found out that the glasses friend reason of being so uptight was because of his family. He didn't really know how to make it all better for his glasses friend but he was determined to make him smile. That's where his humor formed.

Constantly trying to make his glasses friend less uptight, he would start teasing him, being funny or just flirty. Hey! If it can make Ignis smile he wouldn't mind trying to do anything. Soon the two of them became inseparable. Before Ignis would mind his presence around him but soon, he grew fond of the big guy and let him do as his pleased. And that's when he soon feel relax toward the big guy. His cold demeanor was getting softer, his cold expression was starting to get warmer.

And one day it finally happens.

"Come on, please~~"

Gladio cooed. He was trying to make Ignis have a spar with him. By now, Gladio had beaten the other bodyguards. He was getting better at fighting and with him being able to hold his temper his fighting skill just enhanced. Patiently waiting for the right time to strike and observing quietly by the side for the enemies weakness, he was unbeatable. Unlike before where he just use his brawn rather than his brain now that he has mastered the two. No one could defeat him. At least one. He was saving the best for last.

"Please, Ignis, Just this time. I want to seriously fight"

Ignis let out a sigh. He was learning a subject for the upcoming test that he decided to take so he can receive the certificate he wanted. But his muscle friend just decided to make him leave the book.

"I can't Gladio, I need to study"

"But you had been studying all this time. You are already smart without these books, come on"

It wasn't a surprise to hear him being complimented about how smart he was. He had heard it so many times that those kinds of compliments don't do anything for him. But to actually hear from his muscle friend sounded a bit different.

"You really think I'm smart...?"

"WHAT! The heck you are asking me that! You are the smartest person I have ever met. Like you literally remember everything you have read. You can do things just by seeing it once. You are a freaking GENIUS! Genius might be an understatement. You are BRILLIANT! You know that, so stop studying and spar with me!"

A full outburst of compliments. He never heard anyone says those to him. They would praise him but it was more in a formal way yet now he just heard his muscle friend completely flaunting at him with his compliments. This actually made Ignis felt happy and unable to contain it he let out a small laugh. That shocked the big guy way more than it should. Eye completely wide open as if he didn't want to erase this from his mind.

"Y-you... Laugh?"

Realizing that he just expressed an emotion he never once knew he had he was surprised as well.

"You are right, it is the first time"

"Really?"

Unable to contain the joy in his heart, Gladio grinned widely.

"Then I'm the first to see it, I like that!"

Seeing him, grinned so much, was starting to get contagious and he wasn't able to ignore the warmth building in his heart. A smile appeared on Ignis face.

"Well you are special"

That was completely surprising but Gladio didn't hate the idea that he was special to him. Hey! He might like it to be so. Now that he looked at Ignis closely he was very handsome, with his features so endearing. With him smiling his striking features seem to amplify.

"You look way better smiling like this"

"You think so"

The smile was still plastered on his face for he can't let the feeling out of his system just yet.

"Yeah... So smile more, I really like it"

This time Gladio's gaze soften. He looked at him so tenderly that Ignis was a little bit surprised to see such a soft side to his muscle friend. He may think that Gladio always looked rough and impatience but for a while now, when they are together alone like this. He could see his gentle and soft side, he wondered if he's the first to see this. If so then he would like it to stay that way. A very weird way of thinking if he had to admit. But nothing seemed to surprise him anymore, because for some reason staying by Gladio side has become second nature for him.

He felt safe in his side and he would feel relax compare to being with anyone else. It felt so familiar and longing. Not realizing that it was the same for Gladio. He didn't want to admit it but compare to anyone he felt the most relaxed with Ignis by his side. Sometimes he felt as if he belongs there, right beside Ignis. This feeling only grows stronger with them being with each other companies.

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"The stew should be ready soon, I will cut some fruits. Will you wake the kids up, please?"

"Anything for you, Dear"

He cooed. Ignis chuckled for some reason this almost feel like they were a family. This feels nice... A pleasant peace that made him feel like he wanted this to continue on if he can.

Gladio reached inside his tent only to see his angels sleeping so close to each other, still deep in their slumberland. He shook the two on their shoulders.

"Hey, wake up you two. It's morning already"

Noctis only grumbled reluctantly opening his eyes, while Prompto slowly opened his eyes adjusting to sunlight which is peeking through from the tent.

"Umm... Morning, Gladdy"

"Morning to you too, little bud"

Gladdy ruffled his head, earning a giggle. Prompto was quicker to wake up and decided to head out while Noctis was having trouble just to open his eyes.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, you better wake up soon! If not we might just go exploring on our own"

That brought attention to his ear. No matter how nice sleeping was, he was still excited to explore the outdoors. He wanted to enjoy his time exploring and if it means for him to get up then he had too... Even if it means pulling every ounce of strength he has to just open his darn eyes. Patiently waiting, he didn't leave the Raven. He didn't want him to fell asleep again. After tossing and turning, Noctis finally able to lift his head off his pillow and sat down.

"Morning, sleeping beauty"

"...Yeah"

Still groggy, he stood up and exit the tent followed by Gladio. Prompto was already being chirpy in the morning, while Noctis was still collecting his soul by the minute. But once he ate Iggy's breakfast his eyes were fully open, because he just took a bite of a veggie.

"YUCK! What is this?"

"That should wake you up"

"Yuck, I just ate a carrot"

That could count as a therapy shock for the little Raven. But now fully awake. Ugh, he really hates eating veggies. When he looked at Prompto eating it so happily, he decided to give all of his carrots to Prompto, not that Ignis mind it. He deliberately left some carrots in his bowl just to wake him up. So at least his plan succeed. As always they enjoyed every bite of the food Ignis prepared. A five-star chef at their disposal.

"What are we going to today, Iggy?"

Prompto up and chipper decided to help Iggy with the clean-up.

"Hmm... We can climb the hill not far from here, the view is extraordinary they said"

"Yeah, climbing!"

Prompto was practically happy with whatever they do, but he was certainly excited to see the view. He enjoyed being in high places.

"Then I'll pack us some food for lunch"

"Might as well we go hunting!"

Gladio sounded excited this time. He always wanted to go hunting through the forest life, just to have the adrenaline rush of having to target prey. But that sounded like horror for Prompto. He thought everything in the forest as his friends so he doesn't want Gladio to start killing anything. The two went to an argument, with Prompto not wanting Gladio to hurt anything and Gladio wanted to try it for once. But once tears began forming on Prompto eyes, he knew he'll lose this battle.

With a sigh, his shoulder slumped a bit.

"Fine, I won't go hunting"

"You promise"

Trying to sound tough but sniffle managed to make it through. Ruffling the blonde hair he tried to reassure him that he won't go back on his words. Glad that none of his forest friends will be harm the tears stopped. But even so, Noctis managed to gently rub his back trying to calm him down. He was kinda interested in hunting as well, but if it means to make Prompto sad then he would gladly let go of the idea from his head. And so the whole afternoon they went hiking toward the hill, Ignis mentioned before.

The path wasn't terrible it was a straight climb from their campsite so it was a pretty easy track. But the weather wasn't so easy on them. The heat was starting to get to them. They had worn their thinnest clothes they have but the sun was still beating on them quite hard.

"Are we there yet?"

Prompto whined. The sun was so terrible, he couldn't handle it but even so, he really wanted to see the view so he pushed himself through. Noctis was also affected quite much by the heat, Ignis had given him a bottle of water to help him coped with the heat. But even after emptying his bottle he was still feeling the heat, but unlike Prompto he didn't say anything. And just held it in, though he would begin to slow down.

"Hey, you tired already?"

The way Gladio said it almost as if he was mocking him. Not wanting to yield to his mockery, Noctis shook his head and fastened his pace. Knowing this would happen, Gladio deliberately teased Noctis so he would pull through. The boy didn't want to lose so bad that he's willing to endure anything. And for Gladio, this would be a good exercise for the boy.

"Please be patient, we are almost there"

And not a moment too soon, they finally stood at the peak of the hill. This time they could feel the nice cool breeze blowing toward them. Under the heat, the breeze felt so soothing.

"This feels nice"

"That's good to hear, Noctis"

"Iggy, look! Look!"

Prompto was getting excited about seeing the whole view. Ignis wasn't kidding when he said that the view was amazing.

"Sure it breath-taking"

Even Gladio utter his pleased. With everyone enjoying the scenery, Ignis felt a little bit proud that his guidance wasn't wrong.

"Oh I remember I brought a camera with us"

As he said that he took out a small camera from the basket he was holding.

"I forgot to take it to yesterday outing, but I will not make the same mistake twice. Lord Regis has asked us to take pictures of our trip. So let us get a good shot together now"

Placing the camera on top of a rock positioning slightly to capture their moment together. Once they had a good photo, Ignis was about to place it back into the basket when Prompto tugged on his pant.

"Iggy...?"

"Yes, what is the matter, Prompto?"

"Can I borrow the camera?"

"Oh"

Ignis was a little reluctant to give it to the boy. He knew his habits of running around, he was worried that he might drop the camera or even worse broke it.

"I'll take good care of it, I promise Iggy"

Letting out a small sigh, he knew that this might be a bad idea. But he knew that Regis could buy them another even if this one broke. He wanted to see what the blonde will do with it anyway. Maybe he will see Prompto's hidden skill like how he discovers Noctis's.

"I understand, but please do take good care of it"

"Really! I will, I promise Iggy"

Giving the blonde boy the camera.

"Thank you so much, Iggy"

Happy with the camera in his hands, he began to take pictures of their surroundings. When Ignis looked closely at the blonde, he was a little bit surprised by how much he handles the camera with care and the way he took pictures with it almost felt like he had done it for a while. I guess I was right, I may need to tell Cor about this. Finding so many different sides at the boy pleased him.

"Shall we rest here this noon, the sun is still blistering hot. Walking around would tire us more. Once it's cool we can go back to the camp"

"Okay!"

And just like that, Gladio decided to do some exercise by running. While Noctis and Ignis sat down under a shady tree. Noctis choice to nap over looking around because it was too hot to do anything. The shade also made his eyes heavy. While Prompto decided to go around taking pictures but still under Ignis watchful eyes. It was a good thing, Ignis brought a book with him. At least now he could finally have a quiet time to enjoy himself and his book. Noctis slept next to him with the Raven's head on his shoulder.

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"Iggy, look at the picture I took"

It has been a while since they relaxed. Ignis had read a couple of chapters, while Noctis was still peacefully sleeping. Now his head on Ignis lap because he found it much more comfortable this way.

"Let me see"

Prompto went to Iggy's side and gave him the camera. He was so proud of the pictures he took. There was a beautiful picture of a butterfly resting its wing on the flower. It was hard to capture this kind of images, yet Prompto was able to do so.

"This is beautiful, Prompto. You may have a skill in becoming a photographer"

"Really, Iggy?"

"Of course, I can guarantee it"

The Blonde giggled as he was being praised.

"What are you guys looking at?"

Not long Gladio appeared after his jog. He was so sweaty due to the heat that he took his shirt off. Somehow this made Ignis a little bit flushed. But he tried his best to hide it with his stoic look. A smirk appeared on the big guy and Ignis could feel that he was seen through. A small cough left his mouth as Ignis tried to get his composure back. He's not going to fall for it again, no matter how handsome and well-toned Gladio was.

"Prompto seemed to have a skill in photography"

"Is that so? Let me see"

After looking a few pictures, Gladio was amazed actually.

"This is actually quite good"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

And that was the beginning of his true love of photograph and his number one subject to take pictures of the Raven.

"Well, shall we have our lunch now?"

"Yeah, I'm starving after that jog"

"Me too, me too"

"Okay then"

Ignis gently woke Noctis up, who was so deep in his slumber. But when Prompto so happily told him that he got praises for his pictures, Noctis woke up completely. He too wanted to praise his blonde friend and when he saw the picture he was really surprised by it. It was really good and he too encourages him to start taking pictures. With everyone support, Prompto was confident enough to say that this is one of his natural talents.

They enjoyed their lunch which Iggy made. Which was superb as usual. This time Iggy didn't put vegetables in Noctis's dish. He didn't want the Raven to get sulky from eating his veggies. Once they were done, the Raven now fully awake went together with Prompto the flower field near them while Gladio decided to stay with Ignis under the shady tree.

"This is nice, isn't it?"

Gladio commented.

"Yes it is, the air and atmosphere here is quite calming to one soul"

"Though we are looking after those two it's almost like we are having a vacation"

Ignis let out a small chuckled.

"I agree"

"Maybe Regis thinks this is also good for us"

It has been three years since they were taken by the Lucis household. And in those years Regis was a very gentle and kind man. Who supports them fairly sometimes they even thought of him as their second fathers. As someone who nurtured and guide them through their ages.

"The Lord is perspective as always"

Slowly Ignis let his head fell on Gladio's shoulder who seemed to fit his height perfectly. Not minding it all, Gladio decided to lean closer to him as well.

"I feel grateful for meeting you first when I arrived"

"Me too"

"Though you were very short tempered at first"

Face redden due to embarrassment, Gladio tried to turn his face away.

"I-I was still young back then"

"We are still young, Gladio, or do you think we are already old?"

"Ugh... you know what I meant"

Ignis chuckled again. Sometimes Ignis would tease him like this, but if it means to hear him laugh he wouldn't mind being teased at. This was certainly a nice time if they were to go back to that mansion. They could never interact like this, at least now. Though they are still together they had their own work to do. With Gladio constantly training or guarding little Noctis anywhere he goes. Though sometimes he would be given paperworks to help with the maintenance of the guard division. He may look like he was all brawn, Gladio was smart as well. Though not as smart as Ignis but his way of thinking was always appreciated by his superior. He was practically working as his assistant sometimes if not guarding his sleeping beauty. This happened just recently so his work had been piling up since it was discovered.

While Ignis helped with other matter in the mansion like cooking, arranging the manor outlook, organized any events or social meeting. He was almost like Regis personal secretary even though Regis already have one but compare to Ignis, their work wasn't as splendid though still much. Everything that Ignis did was absolute perfection and no one can top him. He was given so many responsibilities that sometimes Regis felt guilty for putting so much burden on the boy. But even so, Ignis always insists that he doesn't mind it. He was happy to be helpful to Regis. That's when his work craze attitude started to form. Both Gladio and Ignis would sometimes meet up when they exchanged information or document but it was for work. So being like this and enjoying everything felt pleasant to their busy schedule.

"You can sleep you know"

The breeze felt really nice that Ignis would catch himself nodding off. But soon awake when he heard his muscle friend.

"No it's quite alright, the breeze just felt nice"

"Sure do"

As they were still enjoying the moment, they could hear the kids coming to them in a hurry.

"Iggy! Iggy!"

Prompto shouts excitably.

"Don't run too fast Prompto, you might fall down"

"Okay"

Though his action and words don't match up because he was still running toward them. Once he was near enough Ignis and Gladio could see them hiding something behind their backs.

"Oh what are you both hiding behind your backs"

The Raven cheeks flushed a bit before showing it to Ignis what he made. It was a flower wreath made from the wildflower growing there.

"This... is for you... Ignis"

Noctis said bashfully. He had never given anyone a gift before and he wasn't sure that Ignis would actually like it too. But after thinking about it Ignis had done so much for him so he wanted to show his gratitude if he can even if it's a simple thing.

A gentle smile plastered on Ignis face. He was a little bit touched that his young master would give him something.

"It's lovely, Noctis. Are you going to place it on my head as well?"

"...Yeah, can I?"

"Yes you can"

Noctis placed the wreath on his head and was pleased that Ignis would accept it.

"Thank you Noctis, it is beautiful"

"Prompto thought me how to make it"

That's when they notice that Prompto was also hiding something behind his back.

"So you made another huh, for who?"

Gladio remarked. But quickly without warning the Blonde jumped and placed his own wreath on Gladio's head.

"For Gladdy, of course. We wanted to say thank you for everything you guys did so we made it for you guys. Do you like it?"

Gladio couldn't help but feel a little touched. Usually his little sister would a flower wreath and placed it on his head as well. He can't help but remember those memories.

"You don't like it Gladdy?"

A laugh left his mouth as he ruffled the blonde's hair.

"Of course I like it, now Iggy and I match, right?"

"Yeah"

Prompto giggled, the air was filled with laughter. With everyone giggling together having fun with each other companies. They were definitely enjoying their time and could only wish for it to last longer.

#noctis x prompto #promptis #gladio x ignis #gladnis #fanfic #fluff #yaoi #boylove

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thedarklordmegatron · 5 years

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The Least I Can Do

Fandom: FFXV

Relationship: Implied Promptis

Brotherhood Era

Prompto’s terrified. No, scratch that, he’s about two seconds away from climbing the Citadel and throwing himself from the roof. He’s also 100% positive that whoever deemed it necessary to have their graduation televised is pure evil. Like, who honestly expects a bunch of 17 and 18 year olds to be happy with being on TV, just because the Crown Prince just so happens to be in their year, stupid nobles that’s who.

He groans softly and throws himself onto the bed, kicking his slacks and shirt aside in the process. There’s no way he’s going to be able to get through the whole ceremony. He’s going to embarrass himself by doing something stupid, trip up the stairs maybe, oh maybe knock someone off the stage! Now that would be interesting and something for the history books. He can see the headlines now ‘Niff attacks teacher at Prince’s Graduation’. Oh Six. Nope. That’s it. He’s just going to accept that he’ll never be graduating, while Noct’s at the ceremony he’s going to pack his bags, run away from Insomnia and start his life beyond the Wall as a professional Chocobo photographer.

“Whyyyyy” He laments, grabbing the nearest pillow and burying himself beneath it. His life’s going to end tomorrow morning.

Noct and Iggy are going to show up on his doorstep at 8am sharp, expecting him to be dressed and looking half-decent, as if that’s even possible when his best clothes are already three years old and too small; and they’ll run away in shame because how could he ever hope to stand beside his best friend when he looks as poor as his bank account says he is. Or maybe they just won’t let him graduate, that’s a possibility. Maybe the Principle will deem him too poor to stand among the nobles and the Prince, considering how amazing everyone else is going to look he won’t be surprised. They’ll just kick the poor Niff kid to the side like they always do. Hide him from view to make sure he can’t tarnish their perfect image. Not that he blames them, he’d do the same in their position.

He’s two seconds away from just giving up for the day, closing his curtains and pretending the world doesn’t exist when his doorbell rings. Moaning in frustration he slithers off of his bed and onto the floor, reluctant to face whoever decided to interrupt his internal lamentations. Did they not know it’s rude to interrupt a man while he’s contemplating his life choices? He makes an attempt to flatten his hair down as he stumbles down the staircase, taking it two steps at a time. He’d learnt months ago that getting to the door in record time is important especially considering the only people who ever come to his door are either debt collectors or someone coming to check the gas meter. Both of whom are super impatient and rarely willing to hang around just because the teenager living there was having a little breakdown.

The doorbell rings again, this time followed by three harsh knocks.

“Coming!” He shouts as he jumps the final three steps. Normally he’d spare a second to check who was on the other side before opening the door, but whoever it is sounds impatient enough already and he really doesn’t fancy getting into a fight. So he opens the door without a second thought, eager to get the conversation over and done with so he can get back to his bed sooner, and promptly freezes. There standing in his doorway with what is obviously a suit bag thrown over his shoulder, is Noctis.

“You going to let me in?” Noctis asks casually, shifting from one foot to the other. “Prom?”

“Oh, uh, yeah!” Nice save Prompto. Such intelligence, much wow. He steps aside allowing his best friend into his humble abode, which he’s only just realised looks like a tornado’s blown through it. Ramuh strike him down. He doesn’t even bother to try and explain away the mess, it’s not like Noct’s apartment is any better. Noctis doesn’t even hang around, he glides straight through the living room and up the staircase as though he owns the place, which he might as well considering how much of the furniture he’s insisted on buying over the past year.

“You coming?” Noctis calls, peeking over the edge of the staircase to look at him with a raised eyebrow. Oh right. Noctis. Suit bag.

“Yep!” He replies with a grin that was only half-forced before shutting the front door and bolting after his best friend. “So what’s up? Thought you had that thing with your dad this afternoon?”

“I do but it’s not til five.” Prompto digs his phone out of his back pocket to glance at the time, 2.38, plenty of time he supposes; although he does stil set an alarm for 3.50 to make sure they don’t lose track of time.

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.” He jokes, sliding past Noct to take his rightful place on top of his Chocobo bedding. Noctis just looks between him and the crumpled clothing on the edge of his bed. “Don’t judge me.” He huffs but he does scramble to his feet and put the clothes away. Noctis just laughs and flattens out the bedding so he can lay the suit bag down.

“Iggy dropped this off this morning, thought you’d want it today rather than panicking tomorrow morning.” He explains, unzipping the bag and presenting Prompto with what had to be the most expensive suit he’d ever seen. Prompto’s not sure how long he stands there just staring at it, his mouth agape but it’s long enough that Noctis snorts and elbows him in the side. “Come on dork, try it on.”

Wait. What?

“What?” Noctis rolls his eyes but smiles all the same.

“This,” He says slowly motioning to the suit “Belongs to you” He points at Prompto. Okay, what? He’s no fashionista, but Prompto’s quite sure that the fabric isn’t just a cheap cotton or something similar that he could have picked up from a store.

“Noct,” Prompto says breathlessly. He can’t accept it, not when Noctis has quite literally kitted out his entire home in the last year. Not when he’s made sure that there’s permanently food in his cupboards, that his heating is always on and his roof will always be over his head. It’s too much. Six damn it, it’s too much. He’s not quite sure how it happens but one moment he’s standing in front of his wardrobe, biting his lip, and the next he’s on the floor crying with Noctis’ arms wrapped around him.

“Hey Prom, it’s okay.” Noctis soothes, rubbing his back and gently nuzzling the top of his head.

“It’s too much Noct,” Prompto sobs as he buries his face in the soft fabric of Noctis’ t-shirt “I don’t deserve any of this! I don’t deserve the suit, the food, you.” He knows Noctis knows it’s true, he has to. Surely someone in the Citadel noticed how much the Crown Prince has been spending on the stupid Niff pleb, if no one else Ignis had to have picked up on it by now. There’s no way Noctis could order so many things for him and have it go unnoticed.

Apparently he’d been speaking aloud because Noctis moves quicker than he’s ever done before and takes his face in his hands. “It’s never enough.” He says firmly, a steely determination in his eyes. “I’d give you the world if I could Prom. Bahamut knows you deserve more than that.”

“But I’m a Niff!” Prompto protests, though the intended impact is somewhat lessened by his less than attractive crying.

“No you aren’t. You’re a Lucian citizen but more importantly you’re you. You’re my best friend who puts up with me when I’m the worst person on this planet. You got yourself kidnapped trying to protect me and didn’t tell them anything when they hurt you.” Noctis pauses “I don’t...nothing I do is ever going to be enough to repay you for everything you’ve done for me Prom. Let me do this for you. Please Prom.” And Gods he’s weak. Logically he knows he should tell Noctis to stop buying things for him, to turn away the suit and just wear his original outfit, even if it meant being the worst-dressed at their graduation. Hell he should have just never approached Noct in the first place, kept himself to himself and ignored Lady Lunafreya’s request. “If you think it’s too much we can always get something else, or I can lend you one of mine if you don’t want something brand new.” Noctis rambles on.

Prompto takes a moment to look over the suit, barely visible from where they’re sprawled on the floor. It’s a gorgeous suit if he’s completely honest with himself, and something that he’d never have dreamt of wearing to his graduation. Not to mention it was something Noctis, and apparently Ignis, had thought about and arranged for the sole purpose of making his day that little bit better.

“I don’t know when I’d wear it again.” He finally admits with a sniffle and it’s not a lie. It’s not like he has hundreds of galas and formal events to attend like Noctis and Ignis do, hell the most formal event he’d ever been to was Noctis’ private birthday party in the arcade.

“Ignis says it’s always handy to have a decent suit on hand,” Noctis mutters “Never know when you might need one.”

“Like tomorrow” Prompto jokes weakly

“Like tomorrow.” Noctis agrees with a small smile. “I can take it back if you really don’t want it.”

“I do but…” Prompto pauses, though he’s not quite sure why he does.

“But?” Noctis prompts.

“Is it really okay for me to have it? Like, won’t I look out of place in something that I clearly haven’t bought myself. People will start to think that I’m using you for your money.” Noctis just shrugs and pulls him into a hug.

“I don’t care what they think, neither do dad, Iggy or anyone else who matters. It’s your call though Prom, I’m not going to make you accept something you don’t want.”

“Like my couch?”

“Dude, that thing was a death trap. Gladio said so himself.”

“Yeah well the Big Guy was the one who broke it!”

“A mouse could have broken that couch Prom.” Noctis huffs and honestly he’s not wrong. It was a horrible old couch that had been in the house for as long as he could remember. Knowing his parents, it was probably already there when they bought the place and they just didn’t see the point in replacing it when they weren’t going to be round to use it. “So, suit?”

Prompto smiles, finally allows himself to relax in Noctis’ arms “I’ll wear it so long as you work some Princely magic to make sure I’m not going to be the first one up on stage tomorrow.” The joys of having a surname beginning with the letter ‘A’.

Noctis just laughs and holds him a little tighter “I think we can arrange something. Principle McKellan was trying to convince me to go first anyway, something about appeasing the press.”

“My hero.” Prompto laughs.

He’ll never understand what he did to deserve a friend as wonderful and caring as Noctis. However, Prompto does know one thing for certain, he'll spend the rest of his life making sure Noctis knows just how much he’s appreciated, and if that means finally filling out those Crownsguard application forms he’s had in his desks for months now, well, it’s the least he can do.

#prompto argentum #Noctis Lucis Caelum #promptis #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #brotherhood promptis #implied promptis #vex writes #final fantasy #the queuest queue that ever did queue

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zelamorre · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Coming Out Summary:

Noctis decides that it is about time he seek his father's permission to make his relationship with Ignis official.

Written for @merruschka for @ignoctsecretsanta 2018. (Sorry it’s late. Apparently my Tumblr post didn’t go through earlier, and I was off making merry. So now you get both AO3 link and Tumblr fic.)

You can read on Tumblr under the cut!

Noctis wasn’t known as being the most thoughtful of people. Ignis spent a lot of time defending him to various and sundry news outlets and politicians. And Noctis more than appreciated Ignis’s work on that front. He also appreciated how Ignis would try to pretend like it was no big deal even though it was.

That was kind of the downside of dating somebody who was technically your employee but also one of your closest friends. At least it was as far as Noct could tell. Or maybe it was just an Ignis thing. For all that Gladio was supposed to be his shield, Ignis would probably climb over Gladio on his way to taking a bullet for Noctis.

Which, on the one hand, was touching. On the other hand, Noctis should probably have a talk with Ignis about the hovering. Because Ignis was going to work himself ragged one of these days. And Noct really didn’t want that. For one thing, he loved Ignis. He was very concerned with Ignis’s well-being.

For another thing, he was at least fifty-percent dependent on Ignis when it came to matters of state. Ignis throwing himself into danger on Noct’s behalf was very noble and romantic. But it also had the side effect of royally fucking Noctis over should anything actually happen to Ignis. The most immediate concern was, thankfully, less physical and more political in nature.

There were… rumors going around that Ignis wasn’t being the most circumspect of chamberlains. Noctis was offended on Spec’s behalf because Ignis would die before being improper. But Ignis was more or less fatalistic about it. He seemed to be waiting for the right opportunity to throw himself upon his sword on Noctis’s behalf.

And he was waiting because the rumors were true. Not the whole, “Ignis Scientia is a filthy mongrel who has insidiously reached far above his station and attempted to manipulate the chosen king!” rumors. But the filthy sex rumors? Those were true. Those were really, really true. On most days, Noctis was very happy they were true because there was only so much that his imagination could satisfy him. The real thing was so much better than any fantasy.

But today, he was less than happy about those rumors. It was one thing to mumble his never dying love to Ignis. Sweet and eternally sappy words whispered into a bare shoulder in the dark of night had a sort of mystical shield around them.

The stark lighting of his father’s office offered no such comforts. Noctis had no idea how he might feel about the rumors being true… or at least partly true. Even though their period of estrangement was, for the most part, over, Noctis had never been able to discuss subjects of a more delicate nature with him.

Regis was a busy man. There was a war on. There was a Crystal sucking away his father’s life essence with every breath. There were politicians to assuage and deaths to grieve. There were expectations that were supposed to be sitting upon the prince’s shoulders.

Some of those expectations didn’t jive well with the announcement of, “Hey, Dad. I’m in love with another man.” Noctis had spent many a morning, night, and afternoon thinking about how he was going to broach the subject with his father. For all that he knew it needed to be done, there was no way he could make himself feel at ease at the thought of it.

Any number of things could happen once he laid out the truth before him. He could be shipped off to the nearest princess and be married before the day was over. Even Luna might be eschewed in favor of somebody more geographically convenient.

Part of Noctis wanted to run as far away from the impending conversation as he possibly could. That was the problem. He wanted to run and hide.

And if he did, Ignis would let him. For all Iggy’s seeming rigidity, he would let Noctis get by with anything. His formality hid a soft heart, and at least half that heart was devoted to Noctis. The rest was occupied with things like caring for their friends, the kingdom of Lucis, and what fashions were in season. Because as much as Noctis might be in love with the guy, Ignis was not a perfect saint.

In any case, Ignis wouldn’t object if Noctis decided he couldn’t tell his father. Ignis was even more bound by court protocol than Noctis was. He’d do what people had done for centuries. He’d bite his tongue, smile at Noctis’s marriage to some suitable woman, and quietly leave his position when the strain became too much to handle.

Noctis wasn’t about to ask that of him. Selfishly, he also wasn’t going to let that happen to him. So there was really only one thing to do. Make an appointment with his dad behind Ignis’s back. Because even if it blew up in his face, he could at least spare Ignis the problem of worrying about what was going to happen before it did.

“His Majesty will see you now,” one of the stewards said.

Noctis swallowed and entered his father’s office. He really didn’t spend much time in the room. Family arguments were held in his father’s private chambers. Official ceremonies, important debates, and royal biddings in the throne room. The office was where mundane things were decided.

“Noctis,” his father greeted him. He sounded tired. Looked even worse.

Guilt crept up Noctis’s spine as he looked at his father. He was about to lay even more burdens on his shoulders. All because he didn’t want to have them upon his own. This… this was why Ignis would never be the one to insist on being formally acknowledged. It was against his very being to cause undue stress to the crown.

Thankfully, Noctis had years of being the “spoiled brat of a prince” to fall back upon in the moment.

“Dad,” Noctis grunted out as he tried not to fidget.

“It’s rare that you come to see me here. Especially to discuss,” Regis paused to flip through his appointments, “duckies?”

“Yeah, uh. I don’t really want to discuss ducks,” Noctis admitted. “I just needed to put something in before Ignis realized I was messing around on his phone.”

“Well, much as I regret losing the opportunity to speak about mallards and other water fowl, I suppose I am more interested in why you didn’t just ask Ignis to make the appointment for you. Last I checked, it was one of his appointed duties. And given that Ignis tends to greatly overcompensate by doing tasks that are not officially his, I’d be surprised if he refused to perform one that is.”

Noctis swallowed. Trust his dad to at least get in the right vicinity of his true purpose so quickly. “Yeah. Uh, it’s about Ignis.”

“Ah,” was all his father said in reply.

All the words that Noctis had prepared seemed to fly out of his brain. Which was fine because prepared speeches really weren’t his thing. They were necessary evils of being born into royalty. But Ignis wasn’t just a duty.

“I’m in love with him,” Noctis said with as much firmness as he could muster.

“Which him?” Regis shot back quickly. There was no heat in his voice, nor was there disappointment. He might as well have been inquiring about the weather.

“Ignis?” Noctis answered.

“You’re not sure?”

“No! I am, I just…”

“Well, that is a relief at least,” Regis said, sparing him from his misery. “I take it this infatuation of yours is mutual?”

“Yes. And it’s not an infatuation,” Noctis corrected.

Regis smiled at that. “I thought as much. You wouldn’t have made an official appointment if you just needed to discuss your longing pains. It may come as a shock to you, but this is quite a relief to hear.”

Now Noctis was confused. “It is?”

“My son, you are very far from subtle. How should I put this? You enjoy the company of your friend group a little too much for there not to be something going on.”

“What?” the word crept out of Noctis, bringing all his mortification with it.

“There was a great debate as to who was going to be threatened with murder. Clarus has been in a rage about it for months because he was certain that Gladiolus was breaking his sacred shield duties or some such. Of course, he was also planning to threaten Prompto’s parents with murder should he be your paramour. I think he’ll be quite disappointed that it’s Ignis.”

“Because he doesn’t have some sort of bizarre murder scenario planned out for him? Also, why are all his plans murder plans?”

“All Amicitia plans eventually end with murder. Clarus is just more direct than his son is.”

“Great,” Noctis drawled. “And why isn’t he going to threaten to murder Ignis? And why are you okay with this? Are you okay with this?”

“Because Clarus has been around long enough to know that Scientia’s really don’t care if they get threatened with murder. That and I expressly forbid it. I am rather fond of Ignis. He’s respectful. Intelligent. And apparently fucking my son.”

“DAD!”

“You can’t begrudge me a bit of fun, Noctis. You’re not the one who needs to give a speech to the council about all this. Although, I am tempted to make you sit through it.” Regis sobered a second later, his face growing serious. “Noctis, I have only ever wanted your happiness. I know well the prices you must pay to be king. I know the weights that fall upon your shoulders. This will not be the easiest of roads, but I will do what I can to smooth it for you. If you’re seeking my blessing, you have it.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Noctis whispered.

Regis gave him a sad smile. “Your brevity will serves you well. Although, If I might give you a bit of relationship advice, be more verbose with your apologies.”

“Apologies for what?” Noctis asked.

“You would agree that your paramour is intelligent, yes? Diligent as well?” Regis asked.

“You know Ignis is,” Noctis replied.

“Then did it not occur to you that he might notice a change in your schedule that he did not make?” Regis asked with nonchalance.

Put that way, it did sound kind of stupid.

“He’s been pacing out in the hallway ever since you came in here,” Regis said. “I don’t remember the last time he was quite so agitated. Though, I am certain it was about you then too. Don’t break his heart, Noctis. It would be a great deal of trouble to replace him.”

“I won’t,” Noctis promised. “Or, at least I’ll try not to.”

“I suppose that’s all I can ask,” Regis allowed. “Have a good day, my son. Or at least, as good of a day as you can. Also, please wait to make up until you are in a suitably private area.”

“Right, you too,” Noctis said by way of farewell. His father’s laugh chased him out into the hallway.

He all but collided with Ignis. The look on his face was both angry and terrified. Noctis opened his mouth to reassure him, but Ignis slapped a hand over it.

“Not one word,” he warned as his other hand curled around Noctis’s arm. He started dragging Noctis through the Citadel’s halls.

Having lived in the place for several years, it became apparent to Noctis that they were going to his private chambers. Noctis doubted it was so they could make out. Which was sad because he now had royal approval to make out, and they should be taking advantage of that.

The doors to his chambers had barely closed before Ignis started ranting. “I cannot believe you went behind my back. I cannot believe you used my phone to write ‘duckies’ onto the king’s royal appointment book! I cannot believe you didn’t think to tell me or consult me or…”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Noctis interrupted.

“Well you did a bloody bad job of that!” Ignis yelled. “Congratulations! How does it feel to be a failure, Your Highness?”

“Okay, first off, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you first. I thought it’d be easier for you this way. Second, I thought we agreed no royal titles in the relationship thing because it’s weird.”

Ignis frowned at him, but took a controlled breath before speaking. “I have always shared your burdens. I am not me if I don’t. I expect you to share them with me. More importantly, I expect you to share decisions with me about our relationship. It is mine as well as yours.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Noctis said. “I should’ve talked to you about it. And I shouldn’t have used your phone to write that on my dad’s schedule.”

“Fine. Well. I suppose I should ask what His Majesty had to say about all this.” Ignis gestured between them with a vague hand motion.

“Well, he said that he forbade Clarus from murdering you. And he said I should apologize for thinking you were stupid enough not to notice. And he gave his blessing,” Noctis recapped.

“Please,” Ignis scoffed, “His Majesty needn’t have bothered. Clarus is showing his age. Murder. What a bizarre thing to even think to threaten me with. Does he know nothing about me?”

“Okay, well. Gotta admit that wasn’t the part I was hoping you’d focus on,” Noctis said.

“No, you were hoping I’d focus on the blessing part because you were hoping I’d be so ecstatic I’d forgive you for doing this behind my back, take you to a secluded, and then express my joy through various and sundry carnal acts,” Ignis explained.

“Well, not in those exact words,” Noctis defended himself. “But the forgiving part might be nice.”

“Only the forgiving part?” Ignis asked. “I must be losing my objectivity after all. Either that or you need to work on your powers of observation.”

“What?” Noctis asked.

Ignis reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. His glasses arcing up over the fingers that displaced their nose pincers. “You are so very lucky that I’m in love with you and willing to overlook your moments of stupidity. And also that I’m young enough that I still listen to my dick. There’s a bed in the adjoining room, Noctis. Because it’s a bedroom. Your bedroom. Bedrooms are typically secluded locations.”

“Right. So various and sundry carnal acts?” Noctis asked.

“Indeed,” Ignis agreed.

“Is this you joyful? Because you look kind of like you always look,” Noctis pointed out.

“Perhaps if you follow me, you’ll find out,” Ignis said with a smirk. He sauntered away with a sway to his hips that had to be intentional.

Noctis wasn’t about to pass up that kind of opportunity.

#ignoct #ignoct secret santa

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thechocoboos · 6 years

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may I request a modern AU in which the chocobros go on a good old fashion American roadtrip in the Regalia? and if they did, who would ultimately win control over their summer roadtripping playlist? thanks!

Hey there!!! Thanks so much for your request, I really loved writing it omgHope you guys enjoy reading this, and look forward to a new hc list shortly!!!

HC: The Bros on a Roadtrip

It was all Prompto’s idea, he suggested it one night at a bar

“Omg omg guys we should go on a roadtrip!” -Prompto

“Maybe… sounds like it would be cool…” -Noctis

“Yeah, could be fun. Camping in the great outdoors by night, cruisin the countryside by day…” -Gladio

They didn’t listen to what Ignis said about it (something logical and realistic, but the other bros said fuuuck that)

So they went on a roadtrip, giving Regis a mild heads up one day and driving off

Now. Let’s talk music…

Prompto, cause he’s in the passenger seat, decides most of it, as Ignis usually doesn’t care

So, they get stuck with either pop or indie stuff

Noctis doesn’t care too much; he’s usually asleep

Gladio sometimes cares, but he usually gets some time with the aux cord (he plays classic rock and metal music btw)

Ignis… Ignis rarely gives any fucks about what’s playing, so he lets Prom have a field day with music, but… if he doesn’t like a song or what’s playing… You bet your ass he will snatch that aux cord and play some smooth jazz or classical music for the next three hours (he says it’s to cleanse his palette)

So basically, Prom chooses the songs, but Ignis has the most power over music choice

And in saying that, Prompto also made five different playlists for the roadtrip: One with Gladio’s fave music, one with his own, one with ignis’ faves, and one with Noct’s faves, then one with random ass, typical summer-y montage type songs

He likes to switch up which one is playing

Ignis sometimes turns his nose up at some of the shadier diners they stop at along the way, but if the others beg enough he’ll eat there anyways

The bros camp most of the nights, and just like ingame, Iggy cooks (the camping idea was pretty much forced upon all of them by Gladio)

Ignis doesn’t like to let Noct ever see the map ‘cause then he’d make them stop at every body of water to go fishing and they’d never get anywhere

Prompto also doesn’t get to do too much navigator stuff, ‘cause he always gets turned around or distracted, making Ignis miss turns and go the wrong way allll the time

So, Gladdy is the official navigator

He’s so good at reading maps that he can do it upside down and backwards and every which way (he also takes them through the scenic routes so he deserves a gold star or somethin’)

Don’t get me wrong tho, he does mess up

Once he fell asleep with the map on his face and Ignis didn’t realize until they were an hour out of their way

Prompto has them stop at EVERY roadside attraction and takes so many pictures that he has to bring extra storage for them

His favorite attraction are the really dumb ones, like The World’s Biggest Ball of Twine, The Biggest Santa, the Jimmy Carter Peanut Statue, etc

He also loves the big attractions, like The Grand Canyon (even though he almost fell in while trying to take a good picture)

He also has them stop at any super pretty areas for pictures too

Ignis started saying no whenever Prompto asked to pull over, so now he always asks Noct (Noct can never say no to Prompto)

Oh, and in case you were wondering… Bathroom breaks. See here for more details.

Ignis is the one driving 90 percent of the time

Whenever he gets super tired, he lets Noct drive but Ignis always feels regret afterwards (Noct sometimes likes to brake check them if no other cars are around)

They let Prompto drive once, but that was the biggest mistake of all. He stopped every five mins for pictures, and at one point got so distracted by the scenery that he ran them off the road

So yeah

Prom doesn’t drive anymore

Gladio, on the other hand, outright refuses to drive (even though he has his license)

They stop for every meal because Ignis does not allow food in the precious Regalia

Speaking of the Regalia, they’re 90% sure they’re not supposed to take it on long trips or anything but… Noctis swear it’ll be fine

Noctis has to call his dad every night (Ignis always calls Regis behind Noct’s back to give him a truthful report)

Gladio has to call Iris every night too (his calls last at least half an hour, and it’s mainly him “mmhmm”ing at the stuff Iris tells him)

Sometimes Gladio gets a call from Iris during the day too, but usually it’s asking something small like, “Hey, Gladio, can I borrow your romance books?”

Normally, she’d want to text him instead, but Gladio hates texting, so she just calls

Speaking of calling family… Prompto tried to call his adopted parents to tell them about his trip (multiple times might I add), but they never answered the phone or called back after he left messages, so he just stopped trying

He gets kinda lonely seeing the other bros on the phone each evening (when they have signal, that is), but tries to hide it all the time

Noct noticed. He told Prompto to give Cor a call for him, “Let ‘em know what we’ve been up to…”

So he did. And then he did it again. And again. And soon, Prompto was calling Cor every other evening when the other bros’ called their families.

At first, Cor was confused and a little annoyed, but he had a liking for that kid, so he listened and talked to Prompto with no problem. Soon, he legit looked forward to hearing from Prompto’s calls and missed him when there were none. Cor tried to pretend that he didn’t feel like a dad to Prompto, but he started calling Prompto “son” in the end, anyways (Prompto may have accidentally called Cor “dad” or “pops” a few times, too)

Prompto likes to take his shoes off in the car and prop his feet up on the dash, but Ignis will stop the car and lecture him if he does

Noctis also takes his mismatched boots off, but his feet stink so he usually keeps them on…

Gladio doesn’t like to take his shoes off, but if he ever does, the stench would probably kill an entire ecosystem

Noctis has the worst roadtrip hygiene (he showers like, three times a week?)

Ignis? You bet that boi has some dry shampoo, some extra water for washing up, three different kinds of soaps… He’s all set. He will not go a single day looking or smelling like shit, mark my words

Prompto borrows Ignis’ soap here and there and he defo showers whenever he has the chance, but otherwise he just lives with insecurities about hygiene and hides his greasy hair with a beanie when they don’t have access to showers

Gladio is good with either. He’ll shower when he needs to, but he doesn’t let the grime get to him, like ever (“If our ancestors can live in the woods without a shower, so can I.”)

Ignis packs snacks and pulls the car over for snacktimes (he can’t have anyone going hungry on his watch!)

Sometimes Prompto will crank on some grand ole tunes that they all know and they’ll just cruise down the highway screaming lyrics (even Ignis will tap his hands to the beat and mouth the words with a dumb smile on his dumb, perfect face) and Prompto will take pics and it’s just such an A E S T H E T I C

Also Prom and Noct wear each other’s clothes sometimes when they can’t be fucked to grab their own (Gladio and Ignis are too specific in sizing to be able to wear the other bros’ clothes)

Prompto LIVeS for roadside diner food omfg

His stomach gives him hell for it and he’ll complain about gas or bloating but he can’t stop eating the greasy fries and overstuffed burgers

Ignis is disgusted by it all but he still eats it for the “original road trip experience” as he says (we all know you’re a slut for crap food sometimes, too, Ignis)

Prompto started collected cool looking rocks from each place they stopped at. Soon, his bag was too heavy to tote around and the bros were sick of hauling around heavy ass bags during camp, so he was forced to give him his collection (tho Ignis swore it was due to the ant infestation one rock caused but Prompto says otherwise)

Gladio, tho, he collects flowers. I know, surprising. He presses them between the pages of his books and plans on making a scrapbook (also surprising) with photos of them at the places they found the flowers pasted next to the pressed flowers themselves (he also presses extras to give to Iris, bless)

ANyways

They didn’t get proper permission to do this, they fought over sleeping arrangements and showers, and they argued over music sometimes, too

But in the end, they made memories that would last a lifetime and they began feeling like a weird lil family anyways

#ffxv #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #final fantasy xv #ffxv ignis #ffxv gladio #ffxv noctis #ffxv prompto #prompto #Gladio #ignis #noctis

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can i get headcanons for iggy and any puppies he might have?

you sure can! hope you don’t mind me just making a bunch of ocs

- after returning from egypt, iggy goes back to the streets of new york. he absolutely refuses to be owned by a human or even live with one- he sees himself as equal to them, if not superior. still, he’s under official protection from the speedwagon foundation, ensuring that no dogcatcher will ever bother him again.- if he sees one of the crusaders, he’ll acknowledge them, but that’s about it. even if he could talk to them, he wouldn’t have a great deal to say. as far as iggy’s concerned, that part of his life’s over.- thanks to his stand, he’s never lost in a confrontation against another dog. he doesn’t really have a “pack”, but all the dogs in the area know better than to cause him any trouble.- he’s quite content with his life being this way, but one thing he does dream of is meeting the perfect dog and starting a family. luckily for him, this does happen! his soulmate (a cairn terrier named wolfmother) finds him, and soon afterward, they’re the proud parents of four healthy, beautiful puppies. but just as he thinks he’s settling down, the chaos truly begins.- why? because all of his children are stand users.

- joker (stand: wild america)

- joker’s the oldest of the bunch, and as his name suggests, he has an affinity for pranks that generally gets more trouble than it does laughs. it’s usually humans that end up falling victim to elaborate tricks constructed with the help of his stand. though his absolute devotion to nothing but playing pranks might make people question his common sense, he’s plenty intelligent, and can think far enough ahead to avoid most consequences.

- wild america is a very flashy-looking stand. it’s best described as a plane with dragon-like features, in obnoxiously shiny shades of red, white, and blue. its wings are fully draconic, spreading out over several feet. the body is small, slim, and streamlined, with a space large enough for joker to sit in, and a long, thin tail that has a propeller on the end. it has the ability to fly at a great height almost indefinitely. joker can choose to “connect” to any living creature that is directly below wild america. this forces that creature to move so they’re always directly below wild america, moving when it moves and stopping when it stops. in a direct fight, wild america boasts incredible speed and decent destructive power, but very low durability. wild america is not sentient and cannot speak or act on its own.

- feather (stand: heart is saved)

- feather, the second oldest, has a dreamy and romantic personality. he admires humans for their art and culture, while his siblings have a rather low opinion of them. he’s also the most interested in stands as a concept, though phoenix is also pretty interested. though he’s prone to brooding now and then, he’s still full of energy, and has a predisposition towards chasing things (the faster, the better- cars, motorcycles, and wild america are his favourite things to chase).

- heart is saved takes a humanoid form, resembling a young woman who has the head of a dog and wears a dress made of playing cards. it has little combat capability on its own. however, it knows several dance routines. if heart is saved completes a dance routine, feather will receive a large temporary boost to one of his personal attributes. the attribute boosted depends on the dance, and the number of dances that heart is saved can learn is theoretically unlimited. when it first manifested, it knew five dances, that could boost his strength, speed, durability, intelligence, or courage. heart is saved has some sentience and can act independently, but rarely speaks.

- victoria (stand: success)

- victoria, the third in line, is ruthless and ambitious, but fiercely loyal to her family. she has no interest in humans and barely acknowledges their existence, instead setting out to rule the canine world. over time, she has developed a very strict “victory code” that essentially sets out her personal morals. among other things, the code stipulates that she must never attack without a good reason, she must never attack anyone that has no chance of beating her, and above all, she must never develop hatred for anyone (since it would cloud her judgment).

- success has no form of its own, being a passive ability that allows victoria to shapeshift elements from other animals. this can include full shapeshifting, adding just a few things to her usual form, or mix-and-matching elements from many different animals to create something completely new. most of the time, victoria keeps to her usual form, but augmented with several wolf features. victoria cannot transform into anything she has never seen before- even just seeing it in a picture will do, as long as it’s a real animal. the further away on the evolutionary tree an animal is, the longer it will take for characteristics to develop. dog and wolf features are almost instant, while features from things like insects or fish might take a few minutes. still, the possibilities are nearly limitless.

- phoenix (stand: fire girl)

- phoenix is the youngest, but refuses to be treated like a baby. she’s the most independent, often disappearing for days at a time and returning without a word on where she’s been. she doesn’t go anywhere special, just wanders the streets of new york in hopes of encountering another stand user- human or animal, it doesn’t matter, but she would prefer to meet a dog since she can communicate with them. a bit like kakyoin, she doesn’t feel like she can connect with non-stand users, and tends towards appearing awkward and withdrawn. her favourite time of day is morning, and she tends to wake up earlier than anyone else in her family.

- fire girl appears to be made entirely of smoke, gathered in the shape of a dog. it has great combat capabilities, performing well in all areas. fire girl can also spread itself over an area, becoming a thin film of smoke that is able to manipulate any light that passes through it. this can be used to brighten or darken the area, create illusions, or even render things invisible. fire girl’s range is roughly twenty metres, with phoenix at the centre. fire girl is fully sentient and capable of having conversations with phoenix, but will always follow her orders.

#iggy #stardust crusaders #sfw #HELLO NAUGHTY CHILDREN IT'S OC AND FAN STAND TIME #headcanons

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starsoveratlas-a · 6 years

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I said I’d do this, but I really didn’t expect it to take all day. It’s almost twelve for me! I wanted this one to be good though, and I can’t tell you what possessed me to go to all of this effort for this muse in particular when I’ve never bothered to work this hard for others but. Well, that’s the Jojo effect, I guess.

Big thanks to @choripancita for helping me out with this. I had them to proof-read it for me and point out any grammatical errors (because if you haven’t noticed... grammar is not my strong suit) and just generally be my beta reader. Seriously, thanks so much Cho, I don’t know what I’d do without you!

Anyway, generally melancholy Polnareff and Giorno interaction below, naturally there are Vento Aureo spoilers, so if you haven’t read Vento Aureo... Yeah. Also, for context, have this post from last night.

"Polnareff? Do you ever... When your-" Things are easier when it's just him and Polnareff. Giorno never felt the need to put on an act around Polnareff. No one else can see him, no one is looking for his weaknesses, no one is watching for him to break. It's safe to relax and take off his metaphorical mask for a second. He's laying out across the couch, while Polnareff is sitting in one of the chairs across the room. As he tries to speak Giorno finds the words get stuck in his throat. "Never mind. I'm sorry," he says, twisting around so he's facing the back of the couch.

Polnareff makes a noise, it's some cross between a sigh and distressed groan. He raises a hand to scratch the back of his head... This is the usual stand-off of April Sixteenth. Giorno only ever lets himself grieve today, maybe it would be better if he just let the boy tremble and cry where he was laying. Maybe he should just stay quiet and let Giorno decide when to talk again...

But in the past twelve or so years Polnareff hasn't learned too much about being passive.

He pushes himself up; now that he's a spirit he can walk even with these damned prosthetics. Can't be paralyzed if you don't actually have a physical body to be weighed down by due to extreme damage to your spinal column. Polnareff settles himself down on the couch. Giorno doesn't move, so Polnareff decides to reach over and run his fingers through Giorno's hair.

How long did they stay like that? A few minutes? Thirty? An hour? Who could say. Neither of them had a good sense for time. Eventually Giorno takes a shaky breath, turns himself back over to lay on his back and face Polnareff.

"You wanna try that last question again? I don't mind, Giorno. Ask anything. You and I promised we wouldn't keep secrets, it's fine." Followed by silence. Giorno glances towards the coffee table. There's really nothing to watch. "Whatever you were thinking, kid. I'll answer, I promise."

Giorno breathes in, then out, then in again. He looks back over to Polnareff. "When... does it ever-" Words are difficult, Giorno is tired and talking much quicker than he can think. "Does it still hurt? The people you lost, I mean. Sherry, Avdol, Kakyoin. On your birthdays, on holidays. Do you ever just. Sit there, thinking that they should have been there?"

Silence.

Giorno looks up at him with an expression that's both determined and scared.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's something like that." And Polnareff already promised him the truth. He shakes his head, he smiles this small sad smile. "I miss them a lot, Giogio. I want to say it stopped hurting eventually, but it didn't. It still hurts. I want them back, not just for my sake."

Giorno is still staring up at him, Polnareff stops for a second before he continues.

"Kakyoin had parents waiting for him to come back home. Avdol didn't, but people noticed when he was gone. People trusted him. And my sweet Sherry... she was too young, she had too much ahead of her. Even Iggy, the shitty mutt had something he must have wanted from life. Mon Dieu- none of their deaths were fair. Death rarely is fair."

"But... you know Giorno, it's not only then. I see things that remind me of them, I think about them and it all starts to hurt all over again. And I want so much to tell you it stops but it doesn't. You're going to carry the pain of losing them forever Giorno, you'll remember them years from now and it'll hurt all over again."

"It's gonna hurt, it'll always hurt. I think I'm gonna be more afraid if a day comes and I'm not sad anymore."

"I hate feeling like this, Polnareff. I'm not supposed to feel like this, I shouldn't-"

"Giorno!" Giorno flinches, Polnareff frowns. "Don't talk like that Giorno. Never say something like that. You're human, Giorno, you're alive. Because of that you feel pain and you're supposed to feel pain. I don't care what you've convinced yourself of, I don't care what your Mother taught you. You're allowed to hurt, Giorno."

And Giorno goes quiet. He's thinking of something, he has that look on his face. He's quiet... quiet... quiet...

"When we were coming to meet you in Roma-" he begins, wrapping his arms around himself and turning to lay on his side again. "-Bucciarati was already dead, Polnareff. He was still moving, he assumed it was because of Gold Experience. He was probably right. His body was cold, his blood didn't flow. He didn't feel pain and so walked around with injuries he never noticed. Sometimes he couldn't even hear me talking to him."

Polnareff nods. "Oui, that's about typical of the undead. They don't feel pain, their injuries don't matter to them. The way they bleed is... different, as well."

"...Like Padre?"

"...Yeah, like your Father." Well, that somehow managed to crash the mood even lower than it already was. There has to be a way to save this...

"You know... Giorno, have I ever told you about when I battled Vanilla Ice with Avdol and Iggy?"

"Only a little. Only as much as I've asked you."

"Right... well, did I ever tell you about what happened when he died?"

"No, I don't think so."

Polnareff grins a little, again, it's sad. A little happier though.

"DIO turned him into a Vampire, he was slowly changing through the battle because of the Vampiric blood in his body. When he died he turned to dust in the sun, and then I noticed something. The ashes were drifting out the window... I really thought I saw Avdol and Iggy in it." That has Giorno's attention, he turns his head as much as he can. "You remember, don't you? When Bucciarati died we saw something like that. That was his spirit Giorno, just like when I saw Avdol and Iggy's spirits in DIO's mansion. It was real."

Giorno turns his head back again, yawns and nods.

"Do you think they're okay Polnareff? Do you think they're happy?"

"That's what the living like to think."

Giorno grips the fabric of his outfit tightly. "Polnareff? Why did you stay when Bucciarati killed Chariot Requiem? Why didn't you go to heaven to be with Avdol and Kakyoin and Sherry?"

"Someone has to keep the arrow safe for you."

"What about... will you go eventually?" His voice shook, but Giorno didn't seem to notice. Polnareff exhales and grins.

"Well, I guess when you, Mista and Trish are dead. By then I'm sure we'll have someone new to watch the arrow." And the two stay in silence just a little bit longer. Giorno yawns again, Polnareff chuckles. "You should get some sleep, I'll still be right here if you need me Giorno."

"Thanks, Polnareff."

#✬ ic ;; drabble #okay to reblog #;; va spoilers #;; birthday 2018

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Misogyny In The Music Industry

Music has always played a huge part in all cultures, it is rare that you’ll find a person who doesn’t enjoy music and with music being so popular it’s no surprise that many people pursue the music industry as a lifelong career, a huge chunk of those people being female. So, it’s disturbing to realise that the industry has a dark and insidious side that involves the undermining, criticising, bullying and even sexual assault of the female gender. This dark side has been there since the beginning but has only been brought to light in recent years through the use of social media and communities of people who have been through the same experiences being brought together.

For some reason the media always seems to undermine females, especially in the music industry, they find it hard to believe that a female in the industry can be more than “just a singer”, even for artists such as Bjork, who has been in the music industry for around thirty years. Bjork has co-produced the majority of her albums, but the media always credits the other male producer as the sole producer, even with her most recent album in which she produced 80% of. She admits in an interview with Pitchfork that she has thought about making a map of all of her albums and making it clear who did what but fears it would come across as defensive and pathetic. She finds this frustrating, as she also said in the interview, that no one questions someone like Kanye West on any of his authorship, which is true..

After this interview came out, other female artists who have produced their own work came out with similar stories. Madonna sympathised in an interview with Out Magazine by explaining that when she says that she co-produced a song with a male producer, they will always respond with something along the lines of ‘so he produced it?’ and completely ignore the fact that she also produced it. The synth-pop artist Grimes has also said to The Fader that the media would rather focus on the fact that she is a female other than all the hard work she has done as a musician and producer. Grimes produces all of her own work and also does her live performances on her own, with a laptop running Ableton Live, launch pads and so on, and says that the media and industry professionals are always insisting that she needs a band or she needs to work with outside producers, ignoring how far she has got on her own.

This problem of undermining also runs further than with just female producers, Vicky Hamilton who booked, promoted, and managed bands such as Guns N’ Roses, Faster Pussycat, and Stryper in the 1980’s, said to LA Weekly that ‘till this day she is asked which member of Guns N’ Roses she slept with, all because she managed and lived with the band for a time. Author and journalist Jessica Hopper brought the issue of undermining in the industry to the public’s attention when she tweeted: “Gals/other marginalised folks: what was your 1st brush (in the music industry, journalism, scene) w/ idea that you didn’t ‘count’”. This tweet spawned an avalanche of jaw-dropping responses containing stories of misogyny and more. Some examples of these tweets are; “Stage managing Webster Hall and the DJ’s wouldn’t take any instructions from me without hearing it from my male intern” and “former GM (he’s since retired, new GM is great) at First Ave told me majoring in music in college qualified me to ‘be a housewife’”.

The problem with misogyny is clearly coming from influential people in the industry spreading their sexist beliefs to others. The first example of one of these people is Jimmy Iovine, the head of Apple Music. During an appearance on CBS This Morning, Iovine claimed that women find it difficult to find new music on their own and that they need a soundtrack for when they are “sitting around, you know, talking about boys”. Another example is the popular rapper Eminem, who has basically made a whole career out of detailing how many ways he could cause physical harm to women, with lyrics such as “I’ll punch Lana Del Rey in the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight in plain sight of elevator surveillance, ‘til the head is banging on the railing, then celebrate with the ravens” and “sl** you think I won’t choke no wh***? ‘Til the vocal chords don’t work in her throat no more?”. Another is Future and Kanye West, when they made a computer game for their song ‘I Won’, in the game the player plays as both MC’s and the goal is to snag your very own “trophy wife” by throwing gold chains at women on a beach, transforming them into literal trophies. Furthermore, is the UK alternative radio station Radio X, previously called XFM. When the station was in the middle of rebranding themselves, they announced that they were going to be the “first truly male-focused” station, the public responded with outrage to this and instead of trying to save themselves, the station dug in their heels and released a PSA video which stereotyped and patronised women, teenagers, and the gay community.

Because of influences like these, it isn’t even shocking anymore when female musicians are asked ridiculously sexist questions in media interviews that men would never be asked. In 2014, alternative singer/songwriter Sky Ferreira appeared on Brazilian talk show The Noite to talk about her new album. The opening question of the interview, which host Danilo Gentili asked through a translator, was whether people liked her because of her music or “because of the tits?” gesturing to the partial nudity on her album cover. Also in 2014, pop singer Charli XCX was being interviewed by Giel Beeten on Dutch radio show The Giel Show, when he asked her to record a radio drop saying “good morning in the most sensual way”, before she even had the chance to oblige, he accused her of masturbating as he couldn’t see her hands, she obviously wasn’t doing anything of that nature and responded with “I wouldn’t do that for you”. In 2015 a video of a radio interview with pop icon Ariana Grande went viral on the internet, this interview was at LA’s Power 106 radio station and was with the DJ’s Justin Credible and Eric D-Lux. At the time of the interview, Grande had an upcoming album, a new single, her role on the show Scream Queens, and a duet with the legendary Andrea Bocelli to discuss, but instead was asked questions such as “if you could use makeup or your phone one last time, which would you pick?”. The reason the video of this went viral is that Grande stood her ground and called them out, saying “is that what you think girls have trouble choosing between?” and “you need a little brushing up on equality”.

In 2014, the news came out to the public that pop singer Kesha had sued her producer, Dr Luke, seeking to void all of their contracts because of how, the suit claimed, Dr Luke sexually, physically, verbally, and emotionally abused Kesha over the course of ten years, Dr Luke countersued shortly after, denying all allegations. The first big decision on this case came on February 19th 2016, when due to lack of evidence, a New York judge denied Kesha a court injunction that would have allowed her to record new music and continue her career away from Dr Luke and Sony, meaning she still owed them six more albums. With this news, the internet exploded with the hashtag #freekesha, as the public voiced their support of Kesha, this included statements from celebrities such as; Lady Gaga, Lena Dunham, Lorde, Ariana Grande, Iggy Azalea, Zedd, Halsey, Jack Antonoff, and Taylor Swift.

With the subject being so popular during the case, the incident became the cause of more female musicians coming out about their own experiences in the industry, exposing an even darker side of the misogyny going on. In 2015, forty years after her abuse occurred, Jackie Fuchs (aka Jackie Fox) opened up to The Huffington Post about the endless abuse she endured at the hands of her manager Kim Fowley while she was the bass player for the all-female band The Runaways, including a time where he allegedly raped her in front of a room full of people during an after-show party in an Orange County motel room after she had been drugged. Julie Farman who was a three-decade veteran of the music industry but is now a marketing consultant came forward to LA Weekly after twenty years about the time she was sexually harassed by two members of The Red Hot Chili Peppers in a storage cupboard while working as the West Coast associate director of media and artist relations at Epic Records. Former Secretary of Geffen Records, Penny Muck compared this to the time in 1991 when she filed a lawsuit against the company and its parent organisations for sexual harassment, battery, and assault. She claimed that the executives permitted sexually deviant behaviour, especially from executive Marko Babineau and she didn’t want to take it up with the company directly because there had previously been a long line of women who had filed complaints but the top tier declined to take action. The case was eventually settled out of court for a reported $500 000, while that was only a small payment for a company like Geffen, it still spurred a lot more women to come forward about their experiences.

When these types of stories come out to the public, it becomes clear that a way the misogyny in the industry can be fought and destroyed is by not being afraid to speak up. An example of this occurring is when Amber Coffman, one of the members of Brooklyn-based band Dirty Projectors, began a series of tweets detailing her experience with music publicist Heathcliff Beru of Life or Death PR and Management, recalling a time in which he rubbed her buttock and bit her hair while at a bar. Immediately an LA-based music publicist named Beth Martinez responded saying that she had a similar experience with Beru, in which repeatedly put his hand down her shirt while driving her home, even after she repeatedly told him not to. This caused dozens of women to come forward with their own experiences with Beru, including; Bonnaroo co-ordinator Martika Finch, manager Theodora Karatzas, producer Shirley Braha, Empire Music’s Christy Merriner, Bethany Cosentino of the band Best Coast, Yasmine Kittles of the band Tearist, and singer/songwriter Chelsea Wolfe. With all these accusations against him, Beru ended up having no choice but to resign his position at Life or Death PR and Management.

An example of an artist that speaks out against sexism and misogyny is Lauren Mayberry, front woman of the band Chvrches. As Chvrches is a band that emerged from the internet, it is important to the band that they communicate with their fans directly through all of their social networking sites. However, when dealing with the internet there will always be a fair share of hate comments and inappropriate messages, the majority of the ones sent to Chvrches are directed at Mayberry, which she then screen-grabs and posts on her own sites to spread awareness. Some examples of the inappropriate messages she has shared are “this isn’t rape culture, you’ll know rape culture when I’m raping you, b****” and “act like a sl**, get treated like a sl**”. Mayberry accepts that when you are in the public eye there will always be hate, but believes no female should feel violated by comments that range from slightly sexist but generally harmless to openly sexually aggressive.

Another artist who speaks out is Katie Crutchfield of the band Waxahatchee. During a Waxahatchee gig, Crutchfield jumped into the audience to confront a teenage boy one-on-one after he had shouted derogatory comments at her. This boy didn’t get the message as he tried to kiss her, so Crutchfield had him kicked out of the venue. She has learnt over her many years in the industry that this is the best way to deal with these situations and the only way in which they will listen. Another is Meredith Graves, vocalist of the band Perfect Pussy. During a moment in Perfect Pussy’s set at Basilica Soundscape Festival, Graves read aloud an essay that she wrote on sexism. In the essay, she summed up the difficulties around female identity in pop; mentioning expectations on female artists’ appearance and the notion of authenticity. Lady Gaga has always been an icon for both feminists and female musicians, this became clear when she made her speech for the 2015 Woman of the Year at Billboard Women in Music. Gaga addressed how difficult it is for women in music entering the “boys club” that is the industry and became very emotional when she explained that receiving Woman of the Year meant to her that she was being recognised for her songwriting and legacy instead of her appearance.

Another way females in the music industry can fight the misogyny is by openly supporting one another. In 2015, a bunch of female country musicians started trending the hashtag #tomatotuesday on Twitter, making a joke out of Keith Hill when he publicly made the comment: “Trust me, I play great female records and we’ve got some right now; they’re just not the lettuce in our salad”. Country-folk musician Brandi Carlile is the founder of Looking Out; an organisation that supports women through music. A dollar from every concert ticket Carlile ever sells goes to this organisation. Another organisation is Shesaid.so founded by Andreea Magdalina. Shesaid.so is a global community of women who work in the music industry with the aim to strengthen support networks, offer partnership opportunities, and provide a platform for female-made content. Not only do the female music artists need to support each other, but the female music listeners do as well. Girls Against is a movement made by five teenage feminists fighting against sexual assault at live music gigs. The movement was created after one of the five girls experienced sexual harassment at a Peace show in Glasgow and it aims to start a discussion between fans, artists, promoters, venues, and security companies, along with offering support to victims.

In conclusion, there always has been (and still is) a huge problem with sexism and misogyny in the music industry. This problem stems from the media undermining female artists, influential male artists expressing their misogynistic views; whether it be through the media or through the lyrics in their music, and the dark past and present of sexual abuse in the industry. All of this can be fought if victims of it continue to speak up about what they have to face and all the females in the industry continue to support each other, then maybe and hopefully one day, all musicians no matter what gender will be considered equal and no different.

Not Linked References: Annie Zaleski 2015, Music Writers Twitter Feed Exposes Industry’s Harsh Sexism, Marginalization, A.V Club Candace Amos 2015, Eminem Still Hasn’t Changed His Misogynistic Ways – See 5 of his Most Brutal Lyrics Against Women, New York Daily Chris Coplan 2014, Future and Kanye West Turn “I Won” Into a Terrible, Sexist Video Game, Consequence of Sound Maura Johnstone 2016, Kesha and Dr. Luke: Everything You Need To Know To Understand the Case, Rolling Stone Sophie Schilacci 2016, Kesha vs. Dr. Luke: Everything You Need To Know About The Ongoing Legal Drama, ET Online Caitlin White 2016, Music Publicist Accused of Sexual Harassment By Dirty Projectors Member Amber Coffman, Brooklyn Magazine Lauren Mayberry 2013, I Will Not Accept Online Misogyny, The Guardian Jillian Mapes 2015, Pull the Thread and Unravel Me: Waxahatchee’s Katie Crutchfield, Pitchfork Jeremy Gordon 2014, Perfect Pussy’s Meredith Graves Discusses Andrew W.K, Lana Del Rey, Authenticity, Sexism in Essay, Pitchfork

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