#ffxv requests

HELLOOOOO I’m so sorry this took forever! I had to get my Mac fixed but now that it’s all good let’s get back to the requests! Sorry I have to skip out on Luna, I don’t feel like I have enough background/research on her to write about her and make it close to canon huh. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!!

You and Noctis walked through the streets of Insomnia, and while he continued to talk to you about fishing, you stopped in your tracks as a small husky and its owner approached your path. The dog stopped in front of you and you, almost instinctively, fell on the floor and began running your free through its soft fur. You commenced short chit chat with the owner, finding out more information about the sweet husky who had his eyes closed and his tongue out at your touch.

“Who’s a good boy?” you asked in an endearing manner. “Who’s the best boy, huh? Who’s the best bubba?”

The dog emitted a sweet whimper at your praises, and you were quickly attacked by licks on your cheek. They bid you two a goodbye, with the owner curtsying at the Prince and the dog barking cheerily. You waved at them and watched them continue their walk over your shoulder, but you couldn’t help but feel a sudden emptiness in your heart.

“Noct…” you trailed off with a sniff.

His eyes moved from the dog’s wagging tail in the distance and back at you, surprised at the tears forming in your eyes. 

“H-Hey,” he stuttered in shock, “What’s wrong, princess? Are you hurt?”

“I… I…” you sniffed once again. “I want a dog!” you began to cry.

Noct’s first course of action was to wrap you in his arms—something he didn’t do often in public due to his title, but he was willing to make exceptions. “That doesn’t answer my question, babe.”

“The husky,” you inhaled, “The husky was adorable and he loved me so much!”

He laughed at how silly you were being, but found your unconditional love for animals heartwarming. He pulled away softly and kissed your forehead.

“Then let’s go see who we can adopt,” he said with a smile, wiping your tears and holding your hand tightly. As you made your way to the nearest animal shelter, he stopped for a second and stared at you with a deceiving grin. “But you know, we can just skip the dog and…” he raised his eyebrow, “Get straight to the baby-making.”

You gasped and slapped his shoulder, “Noct!”

“Ow—hey! I was kidding!” he defended himself with a laugh. “Partly.”

You rolled your eyes and hit him again, walking ahead to hide the warming blush on your cheeks.

“Huh, so Kimi no Na wa was as good as everyone said it was,” Prompto remarked as the credits on the screen rolled. He shifted his position on the couch, wrapping his arm around you before noticing how red your eyes had become. “Babe, why are you crying?!”

“M-M-Mitsuha and T-Taki,” you murmured between sobs, “They were meant to be!”

You covered your face, partly because you were embarrassed over how strongly you felt about the move, but mostly because thinking about the ending riled up your feelings once again. Although Prompto was initially confused as to why the movie had affected you so much, he’d be a hypocrite if he said he never cried over a film before. Instead of poking fun at you about it, he wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you in for an embrace. He let you soak up shirt for the next 15 minutes before you finally calmed down and collected yourself.

“That Red Thread of Fate concept absolutely killed me,” you chuckled as he helped you wipe your tears away.

Prompto rested his hand on your cheek, rubbing the high point with his soft thumb. The way his eyes were staring at you intently made your heart jump right out of your chest, and seeing your reaction to him caused his lips to form a huge smile.

“Yeah… the Red Thread is pretty cool, huh?” he said. “It’s crazy to think that such a belief of connection exists.”

You nodded, “Yeah, how wild would it be if it actually existed?”

“… I think it does,” he shrugged.

“You do?”

“Mhm,” he answered. “Actually, I…,” he swallowed, “I think I found the other end of my Red Thread… wrapped around you.”

The broad smile on his face quickly minimized into a shy one. You fought back the new army of tears threatening to leave your system, but the soft kiss Prompto had planted on your lips left you weak. You moved your hands to cup his face only to feel ropes of tears trickling down the sides os his face as well.

“I love you,” he whispered, keeping your foreheads together and his eyes locked on yours.

“I love you too, Prompto.”

After a hectic day at work, all you wanted to do eat your feelings out and go to bed. You had been complaining about your misfortunes to Gladio all day, but walking in to him transforming your apartment into a private spa wasn’t something you expected to see.

Before you could even say anything, Gladio quickly walked over to you and kissed you deeply, practically sucking the air out of you. Your tense shoulders dropped as you lost yourself in the kiss. He took your bag and set it on the floor, hung your coat, and placed your shoes on the rack. Smooth jazz music played from your burnt out speaker while he guided you to the bathroom that smelled of lavender—your favourite. The bathtub was surrounded by candles and filled with warm water, bubbles, and floating flowers. 

“Gladdy, you didn’t have to do this,” you said, a little shy with how spoiled you felt.

He shook his head, “You take care of me all the time. I’d be a bad boyfriend if I couldn’t make you feel better after a shitty day.”

“You can always make me feel better without all this, though,” you replied. “I just need you by my side.”

“And I’m always gonna be by your side, baby girl.” He kissed the back of your hand and brought it up to his face. “But this is the least I can do for you. You deserve everything in this world.”

“Gladio!” you whined into a cry, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how easy it was for you to burst into tears. 

To be fair, you couldn’t help yourself; your heart was bursting at the seams. Being part of the Crownsguard wasn’t an easy task, and even though he had his own troubles to deal with, he decided to throw them away just for your sake. The mere fact that he decided to think of you and not of himself was enough to remind you of how lucky you were to be with such a kind and caring man.

He kissed your tears away as he began undressing you. There was no malice in his movements, only love. Gently, he lead you into the bathtub and rested you down. He pulled up a stool and sat beside you, continually kissing your hand while praises left his mouth. 

You couldn’t stop crying, and it was okay.

“Ugh, Iggy’s gonna be the reason for my diabetes,” you groaned to yourself after spotting a tupperware of sweets on your work table.

You moved the envelope and opened the container, revealing stacks of chocolate chip cookies that looked too moist to eat. The heavenly sight made you salivate a little, but the small white envelope called you back into a reality. You flipped the top open and pulled out the small card, reading the words,

‘Just because. Always thinking of you, my dear.

Love,

I.S. xx’

Just because. That was the first time in a long time you heard someone use that reasoning with you. You broke off a piece and let it crumble in your mouth, closing your eyes as you entered a short moment of reverie.

Yup, this was definitely the work of Ignis Scientia.

Giggling, you picked up the phone and dialled his office number. After exactly two rings, his stern voice picked up from the other end of the line.

“Mr. Scientia, can you drop by my office in the next 10 minutes? I have urgent business with you,” you said, attempting to keep your tone as professional as possible.

It didn’t take long for him to enter your office and swoop you in for a kiss. He backed you up to the edge of your office table and deepened the kiss, causing you to smile against his lips. You were technically breaking the rules by showing affection—hell, you were technically breaking the unspoken rule of dating a coworker, but because Ignis was the Royal Advisor, he got away with certain things. 

His eyes moved down to the opened container on your table. “I take it you enjoyed the cookies then, love?” he asked.

You nodded and grabbed the remaining piece from earlier. He opened his mouth and you fed him, watching him relish his own creation. Iggy knew he was a fantastic cook, and he would never turn down the chance to speak or taste his culinary prowess.

“I called you over here because I wanted to say thank you,” you began, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“For the cookies?” he asked before wrapping his arms around your waist in return. “It’s not a problem at all.”

“Not just that,” you shook your head, “For always taking care of me. You never have to sneak food into my office, but you always do. It’s such a sweet gesture and you never fail to make me happy.”

“Because you never fail to bring joy into my life as well,” he replied. “I can’t offer you much else other than my cooking,” he added half-jokingly.

“I don’t need anything else, Iggy. I just need you.”

He took a deep breath, “I love you very, very much.”

You sniffed at the sincerity in his voice and the warmth in his beautiful green eyes. “And you know I love you too, Iggy.”

“There’s nothing more I want in this world than to grow old with you, my dear.”

That did it. That sentence opened the floodgate of your tears. You looked down as you started to cry, prompting him to move even closer and lock you in an embrace.

“I’d cook for you every single day for the rest of my life if you asked,” he humoured you, making you laugh and pull away. 

He grinned, happy that he was victorious in making you smile. His hand snaked over to the cookies and he picked up another one, bringing it to your mouth and feeding you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head in delight, but a second later, tears began to run down your face once again.

“Please don’t cry,” Iggy comforted you. “I won’t ever leave you.”

1.       Reader snuck a baby chocobo into the apartment (or prompto did, I’m down for whichever) now somebody is in trouble.

2.       Reader is a Kingsglaive; and for the love of all that is good, they’re just trying to do their job. Stop flirting with them.

3.       Somebody was just diagnosed with a serious illness.

4.       Mafia au

5.       Chocobro (Or Cor, or Ravus, or whoever) is infected with the starscourge, you have to kill them.

6.       The first and only time Luna ever tried alcohol.

7.       Failed hiking trip (and the person that rescued you).

8.       Activist reader hates Lucian royalty (seriously the poverty outside of Insomnia is insane) but oh boy does Noct love them.

9.       Reader broke Iggy’s glasses during a training exercise, cue miniature heart attack

10.   Obligatory royal ball fic.

11.   Prompto trying (and failing) to play matchmaker, you tell me how you want it to end.

12.   You secretly brought home a great dane but now he’s drooling all over Ignis and the secret is out (I might not do this one if prompt 1 has been done).

13.   Witch hunter/demon slayer au (yeah I know ffxv has demons but imagine a witcher type scenario)

14.   What finally pushed Aranea into leaving the empire (not a reader insert)

15.   Rescuing the boys from an imperial base (you totally went John Wick on them and now even Gladio is a little scared. Regalia is trashed.)

16.   Teaching Noctis to ride a motorcycle but then Ignis shows up and everything goes to hell because you are not allowed to put the only heir to the throne of Lucis on a two-wheeled deathtrap, thank you.

17.   Unplanned pregnancy reactions (Can be full of fluff or angst depending on your request).

18.   Ignis was too focused on getting Noct to sit right in the seat and he crashed the fucking Regalia (to this day Prompto will not let him live it down), sure hope someone knows where to find a hospital outside of Insomnia.

19.   Gladio convinced (kidnapped) you to go with him on one of his morning drills (I’m so sorry).

20.   You bought a camera to follow Prompto around with in order to try to teach him a lesson about asking permission to take someone’s photo, but now he’s acting like a god damn supermodel and your plan has backfired.

21.    Ardyn never meant for you to become infected with the starscourge, but here you are and this is gonna hurt.

22.    Ignis didn’t sign up for a spouse that doesn’t eat vegetables, he’s got Noct for that.

23. Ignis helps a newly blinded reader adapt to their new lifestyle

24. Everyone in the crownsguard is trying to prank the marshal but you might have gone a little too far and now you're being hunted down by the immortal, God rest ye poor souls

41. “Well now I’m all wet.”

(I found a banner maker and wanted to try it out. May be too much but oh well it was fun to make lol)

You watched Gladio, observing as his eyesdarted from his hand of cards to your face and back again. The seriousness inyour expression made him chuckle softly, but so quiet it was unbeknownst toyou. Viewing your hand you were positive you had this game in the bag: straightflush, all in the suit of diamonds. You smiled playfully and could feel theblood pumping through you with excitement.

 Never had you beaten Gladio in poker orany card game for that matter. If there was anyone more competitive than you, itwas Gladiolus. From simple games of Go Fish to more advanced games such asPoker, which the two of you were playing now, he would always win. However, youknew poker was simply just a game of chance and you could feel that tonight wasyour night to finally be victorious.

“You look worried,” you spoke teasingly.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,”he replied coolly.

 “Mhmm,” you hummed, “Why don’t I go firstthen and just end your suffering?”

“Who say’s I’m going to lose?”

“I do,” you replied, laying your cardsdown flat for him to see. He leaned over the table and examined your hand.Cards one through five laid out on full display, all with diamonds in theircorners. Gladio sighed and you sent him an animated grin.

“Read them and weep Amicitia,” you sang,as you went to grab the pot in the middle of the table.

“Ah ah ah,” he replied, grabbing yourhand and ceasing your movement, “You haven’t even seen my cards.”

“Is there a point? There’s no way youcould beat-,” you started but were cut off as he laid out his hand.

All in order laid: a ten, jack, queen,king, and ace all in a suit of spades. Of all the hands he could of had,Gladiolus had managed to hold the only one that could beat you; a royal flush.

“No way,” you whispered to yourself,feeling a sudden rage overcoming you.

“What was it you said? ‘Read them and weep’,” he questionedsarcastically.

You watched in disdain as the mancollected the pot in the middle of the table: some gil, a few energy bars, andtwo potions.

“SON OF A BITCH,” you shrieked, suddenlyleaning forward in your seat and banging your fists on the table. You had noteven noticed how close your cup of water had been to the edge of the counteruntil your sudden action against the tabletop caused it to topple over and runall over you lap. The water only fueled your fury.

“Dammit! Now I’m all wet!”

Gladio watched in amusement as you wentthrough waves of emotions.

“Calm down Y/N, it’s just a game,” hespoke, getting up and walking around the table to you.

You leaned back in your chain in utterdefeat and heaved a sigh.

“Whatever,” you groused, crossing yourarms over your chest. You watched him walk behind you and then felt his handsrest on your shoulders and begin to gently massage your weary muscles.

“If it means that much you can have thepot,” he stated sincerely.

“It’s not the prize I care about,” yougrumbled, “It’s beating you.”

You could hear his deep chuckle, “You’reso cute.”

You sat up and turned to him, narrowingyour eyes, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“That,” you replied, motioning to all ofhim, “Talk to me like that, touch me like you are. I’m trying to be mad at you.I can’t do that if you’re acting like this.”

Leaning down and over the back of thechair he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. He moved so fast you didnot have time to react but you felt all your aggravation melt away at thefeeling of his lips on yours.

“Sorry,” he started, “I just can’t helpmyself when it comes to you.”

You tried not to smile but couldn’t help butgive him little smirk. “I hate you sometimes,” you spoke defeated.

“No you don’t,” he laughed.

“You’re right,” you giggled too, bringinghis face back to meet yours for his post victory kiss.

Just a small update to thank those of you who sent in requests, and I apologize for delaying on anything—request or commission alike. You never truly know how your health and emotional wellbeing takes a huge dive when someone you felt was kind of immortal in some sense passes away at such a young age. I live on Youtube and watch daily video game critic channels, info, LPers, ect either to relax or use as background noise when I am working—it’s like the only escapism I have when I have no energy to do art or writing sometimes, so I grow attached to the people behind the microphone and on the screen (and why I follow them on mostly instagram and twitter and not voice actors of my favorite video games or whatever or other certain content types). You’d think a best friend of mine died or something with how distraught and out of it I was (and kind of continue to be).

 I do appreciate those of you who tried to comfort me, but in those situations, I just…can’t. lol I just can’t human or emotionally function. My brain shuts down, so I am sorry if it seemed like I was blowing some of you off in private, but I just don’t know what else to say beyond ‘thanks’ at times for just thinking of me.

 I guess sometimes you just have to cry. (Read more below the cut, because I get wordy, and I am sparing people’s dash)

•Just please no Promptis/Promdio/Promdyn stuff. Not a fan of those ships. Sorry I’m picky with Prom and who he’s paired with 😅

Ooooh, okay, thisis an interesting one! Certainly one I never would have consideredmyself. It presents a challenge, so thank you so much forthis! That being said, this is waaaaaay outside my comfort zone, soit’s probably not the best and it’s reeeeaaaally short, sorry! I honestly won’t be offended if ou wanted someone else’s take on this, and I think a lot of people would be able to run with this a lot better than I have.

Also, semi-related, but if this is your jam, check out the animated short, Feral.

As with a lot ofthings, Noctis would be incredibly anxious. At leastinitially, anyway. He settles down once he realises that this personis unlikely to do them any harm. He’d still feel awkward and wouldprobably hang back and allow the others to handle most of theinteractions with them. He’d be the one to suggest they take thisperson with them when they leave and find a hospital or somewherethey can be safe and possibly be able to, one day, rejoin society.

Promptowould likely be the first to approach this person. However, beingPrompto, he would likely be a little too abrupt and frighten them.He’d feel terrible, naturally, and would fall back, give them somespace and, should they choose to come to him, he’d be more subdued.

When Promptostartles this person, Ignis wouldbe quick to swoop in and coax them back. He’d cover them ina blanket, slowly and gently, so they don’t feel trapped, and bringthem something to eat. He’d try to initiate a conversation, purelyto see what, if any, level of language this person is at.  

The amount of love and support you guys showered me with yesterday left me speechless and in tears. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to return that level of love but I’m gonna try my absolute best, guys.

As I’ve said before, all I can offer you is filth and that’s what I hope to do for you lovelies.

If you guys have any sinful FFXV requests you’d like to see me take a swing at, please, feel free to drop an ask. (You guys know what my specialties are but if you need reminding, don’t hesitate to ask. I need to revise my dos and donts anyway) 

I know there’s still some Overwatch fans hanging around. (You’re the real MVPs) I do plan on writing something for it again, especially with Retribution right around the corner but I cannot guarantee anything if you send something in for that fandom. You’re more than welcome to do so, however. My life has been consumed by the Chocobros and Co. and that’s what I'll focus on as of right now

It’s going to take me a minute to find my groove again so I might end up being a bit slow; some requests might end up being headcanons, others drabbles. We’ll just have to see! I’m going to be more selective this time around so I don’t burn myself out like before.

If there’s anything I cannot do, I will let you know.

A/N: Hello friend thank you for sending something in!! <3 Alrighty, lets gets some feel goods in here, I’m tagging @gladiolus-mamacitia so she sees this when she wakes up, i’m sorry you’re feeling poorly, baby. ;-; <3

EDIT: I liED. just wanted to finish this before going to bed lololol

#31. “Can I kiss you?”

Your smile to Gladio was like a radiant sunshine. That’s what he called you sometimes. Sunshine. 

You lit up his days when it was darkest. 

Gladio was slow to approach you. It was the first time anyone had seen him act somewhat shy and you were all smiles and laughter when he asked you to dinner. New to the Lestallum area, he had no idea where to take you and he confessed as much. You said, “Follow me,” and took his hand.

Your touch was electric and he reveled in the the little shock your fingers left him. When you arrived at the ramen shop, you said in a small, “I’m sorry, but this is actually one of my favorite places to go to…”

Gladio nearly kissed you right then and there. Instead, he said, “That’s completely fine with me, I love noodles.”

You smiled so widely you thought your cheeks would crack.

Gladio was a perfect gentleman and walked you home. He didn’t kiss you, sadly.

But, he didn’t want to rush it. He absolutely did not want to ruin something that felt so special to him. But he wanted to kiss you so badly, to hold you in his arms. But he had to leave town soon and though you gave him a sad little smile, you understood.

The phone calls that you both shared were your favorite thing at the end of the day.He’d ask to call you, you’d say yes and you’d talk for hours, until it was time for either of you to go to sleep. In the morning, he’d text you.

During idle periods, you’d look back at the conversations and remember the sound of his voice, his laughter.You loved his laughter, it was like all of your favorite musc playing at once.

One morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone going off. You at first thought it was your alarm but as you wiped the gunk from your eyes, you realized that Gladio was calling you. You sat up and answered, “Hello?”

“Did I wake you up, Sleepyhead?”

You peered out the window, “Yeah, its barely sunrise. You alright?”

“Yeah, just thought I’d let you know I was back in town.”

You paused. He gave a small chuckle and said, “Well, I’ll let you sleep a bit more, if you want in a few hours-?”

“How about now? Give me like five, ten minutes?”

Gladio started laughing again, “Of course. Meet me in front of the Leville. I’ll be waiting.”

And just like he promised, he was leaning against the front of the hotel. He grinned when you approached and you began walk just a tiny bit faster. When he held his arms open, you became the tiniest bit nervous. He went in to hug you and he felt so warm. He smelled so good, like the faintest hint of a campfire and chocolate.

He pulled back to look at you and as you were about to greet him properly, he asked in a small voice, “Can I kiss you?”

Your words were caught in your throat and you could feel yourself blushing. You nodded wordlessly and his lips pressed against yours.