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Chapter 15

From here she has a clear view of a Goddess statue she hadn't noticed before, nestled against the side of the house. As she eats, she listens to the conversation around her and watches as shadows from the apple tree wave across the stone, giving it a sense of movement.

It almost looks like it's smiling.

To Zelda's surprise, she smiles back.

Chapter word count: 6769

Story word count: 76,476

Good song but I had to not watch the video because it caused me too much pain. I don’t like changing the topography of the land in Minecraft. I don’t want to ruin the sanctity of nature and also to just freaks me out to feel like I’m caning things too much and I won’t remember how things used to be. If I change things too much it’s like I’m lying to the earth. And lying is wrong. That’s why whenever I mine sand in Minecraft what I do is dig a staircase down in the sand and I mine until I get down to sandstone and then I put sandstone one place up from the top and place sand blocks over it so that from the outside, outside from where I put the staircase, the landscape is unchanged.

I’m allowed alter caves a bit more more because caves are made to be mines however if it’s a really pretty cave I can’t alter it too much aside from mining the ores out of it

Oh me? I um… well…

Not even a juicy worm would prevent you from helping others?

Honorable beast

Squeak squeak!

[battington woudlnt eat its friends!]

Squeak squeak!

as are you, sir! :D as such i will provide this lovely brownie recipe

1 and 1/2 sticks butter

3/4 cup cocoa

3 eggs

1 3/4 cup brown sugar

3/4 cup flour

vanilla

salt

1/2 cup chocolate chips

toast butter (cook until golden brown, essentially), whisk in cocoa

whisk eggs and brown sugar in a separate bowl

add flour, vanilla, salt, chocolate chips

add that mixture to the butter and cocoa mixture

Hello! This took a little while, but I wanted to do this prompt justice. Hope you enjoy :)

With the coronation over, the Citadel falls silent at last. The celebrations are over and Insomnia drifts off to sleep once more, but Ignis and Noct remain awake for now. The two of them sit on the edge of Noct’s bed, slowly taking off their shoes and decorative jewelry. There’s no rush. Not anymore.

There’s still a flush on Ignis’s cheeks from the bitter cold of the night outside. Noctis decides he likes the way it looks on him and closes his eyes, leaning his head on Ignis’s shoulder. Ignis raises his hand almost automatically, tangling his fingers in Noct’s hair.

“Your heart is still racing,” Ignis murmurs. “Is something on your mind?”

Noct snorts, “The crown? Royalty? Something like that.”

“You’re worried?”

“Try terrified.” Noctis rubs at his jaw, frowning when his fingers skitter over a few stray hairs that he’d missed while shaving. “I’ve got a whole nation of people to protect now.” Not as if he hadn’t been doing it before, but it’s official now. He swore an oath to them.

“They all cheered for you.”

“It took them a second.” Noct scowls. “They saw my face.” On instinct, he clenches his fist, staring down at the cracked gray skin there. He knows it’s reflected in his face.

“None of that,” Ignis chides. His fingers, free of gloves, trace along the burn scars on Noct’s face. He pushes a strand of hair behind Noct’s ear, smiling at him. “I’m sure you look wonderful. Lucis is lucky to have you.” He pauses, smile faltering for a moment, and adds, “I’m lucky to have you.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m the king,” Noct mutters, but he smiles anyway, and he knows that Ignis can hear it in his voice.

“My king,” Ignis corrects, and he tugs at Noct’s hands, urging him up and into his lap. Noctis obeys without question, settling in with his thighs straddling the warm, solid bulk of Ignis’s torso. Ignis holds him by the waist, smiling up at him even though Noct knows that he can’t quite see him. Ignis finds him, though. He always does.

Taken aback by the reality of Ignis and all that he is, Noct kisses him, holding him by the cheeks to keep him from pulling away. Ignis hums, pressing back with equal enthusiasm, and Noct runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up out of its careful formal style.

“Your hair is so soft,” Noct muses, tucking a strand of it behind Ignis’s ear. “It’s wonderful. What if I just-“

“Noct.”

“Hush.” And Noctis takes the crown of the kings from his own hair, untucking it from behind his ear. It gleams silver in his hands, dangerous and elegant and beautiful. Noct had never thought it was his sort of accessory, regal necessities be damned. But there’s an idea sparking in his brain, and he heeds its call, reaching out and sliding the crown into place behind Ignis’s ear instead.

The silver is bright against the dark bronze and gold and brown of Ignis’s hair, bringing out the storm cloud shine in his gray-green eyes. Ignis ducks his head, cheeks reddening once more, and Noctis knows he’s won. Ignis has always had a weakness for the crown. Noct leans back and sighs. “It looks good on you.” And it does. It really, really does. “Maybe you should be the king.”

“I’m content to be at your side,” Ignis tells him fondly, but he doesn’t take off the crown. He just smiles and runs his thumb along the seam of Noct’s lips until he feels him do the same. “My king. My Noct.”

Look at this beautiful banner @sheikfangirl made for me!!! I have loved this art since Sheik first shared it. It’s inspired by one of my favorite scenes in the fic, so it is such an honor having it on a banner. ❤️