The Galdin Beacon

It was Friday night and you were in Ignis’ bed. His glasses were on the bedside table while his teeth were leaving love bites on your inner thighs. Your mewls of pleasure were quickly heightened when he gave your clit a languid lick. You called out his name as warmth went throughout your body.

Earlier in the day you sent Ignis texts that gave him an idea of what you wanted once you saw him. A few scandalous pictures of your thighs and luscious cleavage. Needless to say, he was a little more than intrigued. Your less than innocent face, cleavage and glasses combination was enough to make him very determined to take you over his knee. Once you were both home he thought to do just that, but you were wearing his favorite black lace lingerie. He could hardly walk over to you much less give you that punishment.

In the bedroom, you smirked as you watched him for a moment. Satisfied you turned your back to attend to his favorite wine only to feel his gloved hands around your soft waist. He pulled you to the bed and made you lie down. He hovered over you and with one hand pinned yours above your head. With his teeth he removed his glove one finger at a time. He knew that was one of your favorite turn ons. He removed his glasses and this is how we find you with Ignis face between your legs.

“Mm, you had cake today and without me? This is going on your permanent record.”

This record he spoke of always came into play when he wanted to punish you. Who knew Judy’s birthday cake would get you another mark?!

“T-That’s not-”

Before you could finish your sentence he rubbed your sensitive pearl to quiet you.

“Spoke when I give you permission, Kitten.”

You squirmed, but managed to nod in acceptance. This had the possibility of being a long night. As your thoughts continued so did his ministrations. Time after time he made your blood rush and moan in utter pleasure. With another mention of this invisible record he refused bring you to satisfaction.

“I-Ignis…may I speak?”

Licking your nectar from his fingers he nodded to your request. He smirked and undressed himself. You were doing your best to keep your hands from finishing what he started. Even the smallest of grinds made Ignis give you a stern look.

“Patience is a virtue, My Love. What was your question?”

“I…I need to cum. May I?”

“You will in due time.”

Before your eyes was Ignis in all his glory. Every scar, every leftover acne mark, and every imperfection on your perfect lover was before you. Protected and ready for you he climbed into bed and helped you lie down. With eyes full of love he looked you over. Despite his being the harsh taskmaster he knew how to love you. Often enough for you to notice he traces your imperfections with his lithe fingers. His fingers teetered between rough and smooth depending on the day. Tonight was no exception.

His lips smoothed down your neck and latched on at the junction between your neck and shoulder. He began to lick and suck to create a mark. He wanted everyone to know you were his and his alone. Satisfied with his work he looked into your eyes and kissed you deeply. He would never force himself in you. He pulled away and looked into your eyes again. You gave him the affirmative and opened your legs for him.

“You’re so beautiful and…mine.”

“All yours and you are mine.”

“Now until the Astrals snuff me out.”

Libertus

Libertus thinks that he needs to be strong, like a hero, before he could call someone his own.

This teddy bear of a man is used to being everyone’s rock, he cheers everyone on. Always willing to support and help out where he can. Even if he does stand in the shadow of a ‘hero’.

But he kinda forgets that he might just need someone to be that way for him too. Being everyone’s rock is taxing - and he doesn’t mind - but he just wants someone to comfort him too.

That was when he jumped at the light warm touch to the back of his shoulder, his eyes going wide as someone sat down next to him that wasn’t Crowe, Nyx or Pelna.

“So what’s bothering you?” they asked softly, just gently pressing their shoulder against his.

He’s slow to react to it, bashful at this new person wanting to listen to him--a nobody of all people, but they just sit by his side, not saying a word, and slowly, he opens up...only to have him release and talk about anything and everything that’s bothering him like someone opened the floodgates.

When he realizes what he’s done, he stops and apologizes--a lot. Especially when he’s realized what he’s talked of and whom, and they just chuckle at him and press their shoulder against his once more.

“I don’t mind, I asked, remember?” and they give him a genuine smile.

Libertus’ S/O was someone that happened to be at the skewer stand that night - just a civilian passing by but they didn’t like how forlorn he looked, and thought he could use a friend.

When ever he has a bad time and just needs comfort he seeks out his S/O and pouts at them a little, causing them to chuckle then lead him to the couch, or the bed, and they’ll sit next to him, letting him rest his head on their shoulder as they take his hand in theirs and lace their fingers together, listening to everything that’s troubling him, or a worry.

Libertus melts against them just a bit more when they kiss his tattoo on his forehead, his eyes fluttering shut as his breath hitches in his throat.

During the World of Ruin Libertus will beg them to remain in Lestallum, begging them to stay safe. Only to find himself torn between staying with them in Lestallum or helping to make the world safe for his king.

“I will always be here,” they tell him softly, brushing their fingertips against his tattoo again, then up into his hair before gently grasping the back of his head and bringing his head down to their shoulder. “I will always be here waiting for you to come home to me.”

He does just that - returning to Lestallum when he can, seeking them out the moment he gets through the makeshift gate.

It doesn’t matter where he finds them--at home, at the market--he will take their hand in his, intertwining their fingers before leading them off to some quiet spot, and talk about anything and everything--with him doing most of the talking, as his head finds its way to their shoulder and his S/O presses a soft kiss to his tattoo on his forehead before working their fingers up into his hair.

Titus

Titus will repeatedly tell anyone that he does not have time for a S/O as he’s too busy ‘babysitting’ his Glaives.

No matter how many times his ‘kids’ try to hook him up with someone, he always seems to avoid having someone like that in his life. He feels he doesn’t deserve it. Not just because he is as Captain of the Kingsglaive, but who he is.

He knows the lines blur when he takes on the role of Glauca, he wants to blame the armor he wears, but he knows that most of his heart has turned black due to the betrayal he feels, and the hatred he holds, so he knows that he can’t care for them properly either.

Till his soon to be S/O literally fell into his arms, passing out due to the fever from a cold.

His S/O was an assistant to him and the Glaives, and he didn’t realize just how far he was pushing them with all that paperwork he has to do.

Immediately flustered he wanted to call for Pelna but finds that he can’t bring himself to do it, something in him sort of feels warm when they’re held against his chest.

With a sigh he scoops them up into his arms and places them on his small loveseat in his office, fetching water, cold meds, and a cool cloth for him to place on their head. He watches over them, his vigil never waring mostly due to the fact that he feels indebted. This was his fault after all is the excuse he uses.

When they recover enough to flush in embarrassment and apologize profusely he gently takes their hand in his, his calloused thumb petting the back of it. “Tell me when I push you too hard.” The smile that lights up their face causes his own to grow warm. “You haven’t pushed me Captain, I chose to be at your side, remember?”

Titus doesn’t know what to do with himself at that moment. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest—and he mentally scolds himself to stop acting like some high school love sick boy.

He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice that they had moved so that they had draped themselves over his lap, their head resting against his chest as they fell asleep again, and he tensed up, remaining stiff. Afraid to move and wake them, sure that the loud beating of his heart would wake them instead. His S/O blames this action on the fact that they were cold, and wanted to be warm. [Nyx comes to find out later from Titus’ S/O when he got them tipsy enough that was a total lie, they just wanted to see how close they could get.]

They grow much closer after that—Titus finds that he needs to hold them to calm himself down, and after a long day will take a seat on that loveseat in his office, call them in and without warning pull them into his arms, draping them over his lap like how they did the first time, their head right over his heart. He’ll bury his nose into their hair, and breathe them in, finding himself almost instantly grounded from whatever is upsetting him.

His S/O comes to find out that he is Glauca as the city starts to fall, but they only find this out because Glauca saves them, taking them to the outskirts to safety.

“Come with me.” they beg. “You have a choice.”

Titus freezes on that edge of betrayal and growls into the helm of his Glauca armor. “I have no choice. I must do this for—”

He freezes as his S/O pulls him down to his knees rather easily, and takes up his lap—not caring about his armor, and nuzzles their head against his chest. “You have a choice Titus. Hearth and home is not just a place. Stop living in the past, move forward with me.”

It was made known that General Glauca did not survive the fall—but Titus did.

He fully accepts what he did, living with the title of a traitor. He never actively seeks to atone for what he did either because he doesn’t believe he has earned the right to. He lets Glaive and Hunter alike take it out on him. But, due to the gentle persuasion of his S/O he helps where he can, where he’s allowed to.

At the end of the day however, when he can return home to his S/O, even if he is bruised and beaten they let him scoop them up into his arms, to drape across his lap. They’ll gently nuzzle against his chest and he’ll bury his nose into their hair. And as he holds his S/O he feels for the first time in a long time that ‘Hearth and Home’ is right here, listening to the beating of his heart in his chest. And he’ll be damned if he’ll ever let that go.

Clarus

Clarus was positive that he had lost his soulmate when he had lost his children’s mother, and so he threw himself more into his Duty, to his King as his Shield, and the head of the Crownsguard.

He never expected to fall for anyone else...till this quiet comforting person popped up into his life.

It was growing closer to the day of the treaty, the council members were on edge, and not listening to a word he suggested. He and Regis were still in the large council room as dinner was brought into them.

He was resting at the table, his head in his hand till a warmth at his shoulder caused him to pause to turn and look, only to be greeted by a gentle warm smile--and he could hear Regis chuckle as his King knew he was instantly smitten.

He blinked at them as they offered him one of his favorite meals, which he was sure that was told to them by Regis, a light dusting of pink on their features as they spoke to him softly. “May it bring you just a bit of comfort, Sir.” and squeezed his shoulder gently again before they went back to their duties.

Not only was there a gentle warmth in his belly, but in his heart too. “You planned this, didn’t you?” Clarus asks his King, who then smirks at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Clarus tries to ignore the warmth growing in his chest, but he can’t. He can’t forget their gentle touch, their warm smile, and the warmth their food brought him. He even goes as far to ask his kids if they would be ok with him dating someone again. “Of course Dad,” Iris chimes in. “We just want you to be happy.”  Gladio smirks. “If they make you happy, then why are you hesitating?”

“All of you planned this, didn’t you?” he can’t help but smile as Gladio coughs into his hand and Iris places her hands behind her back and giggles. Well, since he now has approval from those that matter to him most—

He didn’t hesitate.

Regis becomes smug anytime he sees the two of them, and Clarus rolls his eyes harder, but gives his King a gentle grin.

Though he was initially worried about how his kids would get along with his new S/O - only to come home one day, finding all three of them in the kitchen, making old family favorites. “I uh...hope you know that I never mean to take her place.” Gladio smiles to them warmly. “Nah, we can tell you’re not trying to.” Iris gently pushes her shoulder into his S/O. “You’re not taking her place. You’re finding your own spot to fit in with us.” and Clarus cannot help but smile more.

His S/O still cooks for the Citadel, but it’s the small comfort snacks they bring to his office now and then that really makes his day. Sometimes he gets so wrapped up in paperwork he doesn’t hear them knock, only to feel that familiar gentle warmth at his shoulder, before his favorite is placed before him.

It’s these moments that he’ll take their hand in his, kiss their hand then ask them softly to stay and eat with him. “Food tastes better when you share it with those you love, does it not?” with mention that he’ll take the blame for their delay in getting back to their duties. Sometimes he’ll keep them longer than he should...knowing the trouble it will cause Regis...but then again his King can handle a little bit of trouble he’s sure.

Regis

Regis will admit to anyone that asks that he misses his wife dearly, and yes, there are times where he is lonely. But, he will deflect anyone that wishes to pursue him with the fact that he has his hands full with Noctis, so a S/O is the furthest thing from his mind.

Noctis, when he finds out his dad is using him as an excuse, will prove just how much of a handful he can be...and enlists everyone in the Citadel to help him ‘hook his dad up.’

“Noctis please, I do not need to be ‘hooked up.’ I am perfectly fine with how things are.”  “Dad. C’mon…”  “My son, listen—” “No, Dad, you listen to me for once. Mom...Mom would want you to be happy. And you obviously aren’t.” “He has a point, your Majesty.” “Clarus, if would you be so kind as to butt out.”

Clarus, of course, becomes the biggest conspiriter with the young Prince.

On a day where Regis has trouble walking, relying heavily on his cane, he hears Noctis conversing with someone in a small meeting room. Curious he opens the door to find his son standing next to someone that greets him with a bright warm smile.

Noctis seems to try to flee the room, and quickly, causing Regis to squint at him, turning his head to watch him go only to stumble a little. His leg giving out slightly from under him, and he grips his cane more tightly to steady himself.

“Your Majesty?” Regis sucks in a breath at the soft warm touch upon the top of his hand. “May I accompany you?”

Regis is taken by surprise, more by the fact they wish to accompany him, not outright assist him. He straightens himself up, resting his hand on top of their own and he smiles.

He comes to find out that they are an Apothecary by trade. Working with potions, medicines and the like.

Regis finds himself smitten the moment they gently entwine their arm about his own, leading him to the plushest chair in the room, and make simple, mundane conversation, gently rubbing their hand on his arm, or their thumb against the back of his hand as he talks.

It’s not until hours later when Cor comes to fetch him for a meeting that he realizes how much time has actually passed.

Noctis and Clarus share a fist bump outside the meeting room door.

It was not long before his S/O was at the Citadel full time, and what brought more warmth to his heart was he could see them flourish in their trade.

On his really rough days however, his S/O is never far from his side, trying potions that they’ve made to help ease his aches and his weariness, gently carding their fingers through his hair, and along his beard to get him to relax.

“Lean on me when you are at your lowest, I swear, I will not let you fall.”

Though he was loathe to admit it, he gets jealous over the fact that his S/O sometimes gets so busy that they don’t get much time to spend with him - so he cheats the system - getting a knowing grin from Cor or Clarus as they go to fetch his S/O saying he’s in pain.

His S/O rushes to his side, fearing the worst only to find a very sheepish looking Regis in their quarters, gently patting the bed next to him, and with an exasperated sigh and a bit of a grin, they crawl into bed, and cuddle up with him. Giving him all the attention he asks for. Just this once… [Which happens twice a week, and three times on sundays.]

Ignis: Walking through a small town the prince and Prompto were looking towards the sky. An amateur at funambulism was seen. Remembering his moment on the tightrope he suddenly saw red and felt velvet. He quirked a brow realizing he was in no real danger. You smirked at the handsome strategist and turned your back to him. With a flash of the local flower petals you disappeared from his sight.  Being the man of science he is he took a step closer to your discarded petals. With a quirked brow he noticed a small note.

Come find me =p

Never one to turn down a challenge or a good mystery he followed the subtle clues only to see a top hat and a cute bunny inside it. What in the world?

“Well, you found me. Looks like I need to buy you coffee, Handsome.”

“I was starting to believe I was chasing my own tail.”

“Or mine.”

With a slight turn he could see the little bunny tail on your womanly backside. A light blush appeared on his face.

“Ice coffee then?”

Gladiolus: The crowd gathered in the square made the king’s shield and his companions very curious. With the prince taking one too many steps he used his long legs to sat in front in case things got hairy. Noctis looked around his as you tossed a tomato at him. Gladio frowned as he reached out to catch it only for it to turn into confetti.

“What kind of trick is this?”

The shield was less than excited about this parody. You smiled at him and took a step closer. By now Noctis was way more interested in your cute outfit than Gladio’s growling.

“Aww! I just wanted to see if this stunning man was truly real.”

Prompto:

Prompto happened to be out taking photos when he heard someone crying. Curious, he followed the sound.

His heart sank when he found you, and he internally panicked.

“H-hey.” he approached and when you didn’t respond he gently put his hand on your shoulder, pulling his hand back right away when you gasped.

He blinked at you, then went wide eyed when he saw the tears on your face.

“Huh? H-hey whoa! I’m here, it’s alright, what happened?!” hesitated a moment then moved closer. “C-can I touch you? Just your shoulder?”

Prompto has had a number of anxiety attacks in his life, and that’s what this looks like, so he does for you what the guys do for him.

When you nod, he sits next to you, his arm going about your shoulders to draw you closer to him, his free hand gently rubs your arm. “It’s alright, I’m here. I got you.” he keeps talking to you soothingly.

When you laugh a little, that sounds so self-deprecating, and you tell him what happened, his breath hitches.

He pulls you close again, letting you hide your face against his neck as you cry again, his hand gently rubbing your back.

“H-Hey, why don’t you come to my place. W-We can look at pictures, maybe watch movies? O-Or if you’d rather, I’ll walk you home?”

You had him walk you home, his arm about your shoulders as you lead the way. Once there, you thanked him for his company, his time, and for caring enough to do so.

“Hey, it’s no problem, I’m your friend right?” he told you, giving you a bright smile which in turn, caused your lips to turn up a little in a smile of their own.

“Just call me if you wanna talk, or if you want to go do something, I get being sad about this, and that’s totally cool, but, don’t stay in the dark too long, okay?”

He checks on you daily, via phone call or text message.

When you’ve been pent up in your house for too long [besides just going to work or school] he comes to drag you out - if nothing else to help him take photos.

He realizes that his crush has turned into something more, but he refuses to push you into something you don’t want.

He waits almost a year to finally ask, in a roundabout way, if you were maybe, you know, thinking about dating again.

If you tell him you are - he immediately asks if he can ask you out. Yes. He ASKS you if he can ask you out. [The doofy sunshine bean.]

If your not, he just smiles, and passes it off as conversation, but you’re not that oblivious to it all - and you tuck that information into your back pocket for later.

Ignis:

Ignis grows concerned when he doesn’t see you for a few days. He knows you are almost as prompt as he is, and you doing a vanishing act is…worrisome.

He tries calling you first, but you don’t answer, you don’t reply to his texts either. The third day that you do not make an appearance he makes his way to your apartment, midday.

He knocks. Repeatedly. And when he was just about to knock again you gently pop open your door, peeking through the small crack created in the door.

“I just wished to check on you, are you unwell?” he presses gently, and you sigh. Shaking your head, asking him to leave you alone.

He wants to respect what you ask, but he can’t stand to see you in such a state, so he presses again gently. “Please, tell me what’s wrong? You’ve never hidden away from me before. I swear if you tell me to go away again, I will but–I just need to know if I can assist you.”

You break down into tears right in front of him, causing his heart to sink. He gently pushes open your door, and immediately takes you into his arms.

He presses your head against his chest, his fingers tangling up into your slightly messy hair, and he wonders what could have put you into such a state. His eyes glance about your apartment, it’s not as bad as Noctis’ but it’s not like you to be this way.

When you mumble against his chest in between your sobs what happened, a light frown pulls at his lips, and he guides you to sit down on your couch.

Ignis has been your friend and rock numerous times, and he reminds you now should be no different. So you tell him, everything, letting all your pain, your anger and your sadness out. To the point of where you cry yourself to sleep.

Gently moving you to rest on the couch he calls Noctis and explains that he will not be back this afternoon due to an emergency, and that he will make it up to him another time.

He cleans your apartment as you sleep, it helps him calm himself from his own bit of anger against your ex.

When you awake he tells you that he has dinner almost ready for you, and a bath drawn. When you look sheepish he smiles softly, and gently takes your hand telling you that he’s doing it because he cares, and wants to see you happy again, even if it’s just for a little bit.

The next few days for you were rough, but Ignis keeps his eye on you, ever dutiful to you, and to the crown. You tell him that you’re thankful for him, that you probably couldn’t have gotten through this rough spot without him. He tells you that he knows you could have done it without him, but he is glad you think so, just the same.

Weeks go by and during this time Ignis withdraws from you suddenly. The tables have turned and you have to chase him down to get an answer out of him.

He tells you, right then and there with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks that he’s had a crush on you for quite sometime, but he knows you are not ready for a relationship yet. He just had to try to distance himself a bit from you because he felt he was getting too attached, and he wanted to give you space, and time to heal.

You were surprised to say the least but you agreed, and the two of you also worked things out to the point of where neither of you would fully withdraw from the other.

A year later, the two of you were sharing ebony on your morning break, and he turned to you, gently taking your hand.

“If it pleases you, will you allow me to take you on a date?”

If you are ready, and say yes, he will smile, and keep hold of your hand till he absolutely must let you go.

If you say you are not ready yet, he of course respects your space and your boundaries. But you know that when you want your next try at love, you want it to be with him.

Gladiolus:

Gladio was actually on the hunt for you, wondering why you had missed training. You never were one to miss training - often beating him to the training room, but this was the fourth day he hadn’t seen you.

You didn’t reply to his text messages either - but he had noticed you’d read them, and he started to grow angry because you also wouldn’t take his calls.

What had he done wrong to upset you? Thinking about it, he was sure he hadn’t done anything, but he couldn’t deny that sick feeling in his gut when he thought about you. Something was wrong, and he needed to fix it.

He found you, which even surprised himself, where he always would when you wanted to be alone to think. In a secluded area of the citadel, but what bugged him was you were sitting so you were hidden in the shadows of the room, or well almost hidden, your knees close to your chest, your arms about them.

Growling a little to himself he started to stride towards you when he heard you sniffle, and softly sob. It stopped him, dead in his tracks.

Who. Made. You. Cry? Papa bear best friend mode activated.

Reigning in his temper he approached you, slowly. “Hey…”

He frowned, looking almost pained as you looked up at him then, angrily wiping the tears from your face. He sat down next to you, letting you try to compose yourself. “What’s going on?” he asked softly. “Talk to me.”

You broke down into sobs again, slowly telling him what had happened between them, and his heart broke for you. Same as he wanted to go smash your ex’s face through the nearest wall, but he figured that’d make things worse.

“Hey. Hey, c’mere…” he gently moved to wrap an arm about your shoulders pulling you close, and letting you cry. You cried so much that you actually fell asleep against him.

Scooping you up into his arms he took you to the infirmary, where he knew you could get a bit of rest without any questions being asked. He watched over you, waiting for you to wake up.

When you did wake he was sitting beside you, gently petting his hand through your hair. It was something he did with Iris when she was younger, he figured it’d help you too.

“Look, forget that guy,” he mumbled softly. “But don’t forget the good times either. You can be sad, and heartbroken,” he moved his hand to gently wipe a tear from your face. “But don’t stay in the dark, let me–us, help you.”

He gave you a few days to wallow in your feelings before he asked you to go train with him. He was happy that you agreed on your own, and he knew that you were ready to start moving forward. He watched over you, letting you take all your anger and emotions out on training, but he made sure you never injured yourself.

Months went by, and when he felt you were more like yourself again, he wanted to ask you to go on a date, but he feared that you weren’t ready for something like that - you don’t just ‘get over’ someone in a few months.

But he stayed close by you, being your ‘shield’ when you would need it.

After a year, he finally managed to get the nerve to ask you out. Telling you right then and there that you had every right to tell him no, and he doesn’t want you to feel obligated to do so, that you don’t have to make anything up to him, and he wanted to let you know how he felt but—

With a laugh you stop him from rambling. Apparently, you make him giddy, and nervous.

If you say yes, he actually blushes and looks absolutely ecstatic. He then calms himself and makes plans to pamper you and spoil you absolutely rotten.

If you tell him you’re not ready, he smiles, and nods, and tells you that he’ll still be there for you. You’re thankful to him, and he knows it, you just surprise him by asking him out when you’re ready instead.

Lunafreya:

She notices when you’re trying to hold yourself together - you’re more withdrawn, your smile no longer reaches your eyes, you don’t joke around or laugh as much as you used to. She’s had to do that for herself often, so she knows the signs.

Though the fact that she doesn’t know the exact reason as to why you’re putting up a fake front, makes her worry for you. A lot.

And being a busy lady as the Oracle, she knows she won’t have much of an opportunity to ask you about it.

Till one day, you break down into silent tears at her side for no apparent reason. She can tell your heart is broken, and she wants nothing more than to mend it - like she can heal the scourge.

Taking your hand she leads you away to a private room, her blue eyes searching your face as she cups your cheeks, gently wiping away your tears.

“I know you wish to not burden me with what troubles you,” she speaks softly, giving you a gentle smile. “But this burden is hurting you, please, will you share it with me?”

You break down into tears and sobs again, feeling sheepish but you explain to her why you’re hurting. You could never hide anything from her anyway.

She gently takes you into her arms, letting you cry, giving you soft gentle praises as she pets her fingers through your hair.

When you feel that you have cried enough tears, she smiles and stays with you, till your eyes are no longer quite so red.

“I will always be here for you, no matter what burdens you, I promise.” she says softly, squeezing your hand.

She watches you from afar, always offering her ear as the months go by, watching your heart heal. She’s almost over the moon when your smile once more reaches your eyes again.

She knows that she can approach you with, well, her own feelings about you, and how she wishes to make things official between the two of you.

If you tell her that you are still not ready for a relationship, she fully understands and does not pressure you, still remaining your confidant and ear.

If you are ready, expect her to smile just as brightly as you, walking with you, your pinkies linked whenever she gets the chance.