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aaahhhh I’m loving all the cute Iggy requests huhu my heart!! thank you lovely, here’s your request! I’m trying something new by writing in present tense, so idk I guess lmk if y’all like that or in past tense?? I hope you’re taking care of yourself too <3

The only other sound accompanying the Regalia’s revving engine is the collective snoring of Prompto, Noctis, and Gladio from behind. Spending the entirety of the day going on hunts for extra gil obviously took a lot out of all of you, but Ignis’ dedication to his job, his brothers, and you knows no bounds. Darkness is beginning to overtake your surroundings, but there hasn’t been a hotel or caravan sign in miles. There’s an air of anxiety that’s starting to build up; you needed to find a place to crash, and fast. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other on the clutch, he’s speeding down the road in an attempt to beat the setting sun. A sigh escapes his lips, and although he isn’t verbalising it, you already know what’s running through his mind. 

Fixing your position in the front seat, you turned the side and shot him a worried look. “Iggy?”

Keeping his eyes in front, he replies, “Mm?”

“I… You’re tired, and frustrated,” you inform him as if he doesn’t already know. “You should take a break.”

“We must find a place to retire before the daemons appear,” he says, shaking his head.

You nod, “Right, um, of course.” And you sink back down in your seat.

“Besides, I would never forgive myself if I put you in harm’s way.”

Although you hear that statement from him loud and clear, it seems like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. You look over to him again, watching a faint pink hit his cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you reach out and grab a hold of his hand placed over the clutch. His wide eyes move down to your intertwined hands for a split second before catching himself and looking back up at the empty road.

“You’re exhausted, Iggy. Please let me take over so you can rest until we find a place,” you offer sincerely. 

He turns his head to you for a quick second. Seeing the warmth in your eyes melts his already fatigued heart into a puddle, and he finally, finally accepts your offer. Pulling over to the side in defeat, you switch places with him and get back on the road slowly.

“Are you certain you’re alright driving?” he asks.

You grin, “More alright than you are at this very moment.”

He responds with a soft chuckle, taking off his spectacles and rubbing the bridge of his nose. He closes his eyes and exhales deeply as he feels the burden of navigating being lifted off his shoulder. 

“You don’t need to ignore your own needs for us, you know,” you say, careful not to sound offensive. “I understand Prompto and Noctis combined can be a handful, but your well-being is just as important.”

“It’s my duty,” he simply replies.

“I understand,” you nod, “but you come first before your duty. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

His eyes gaze at your features against the soft light of dusk. Warily, he snakes his now ungloved hand on top of yours and squeezes it in appreciation.

“It’s truly surprising when someone notices those actions of mine,” he smiles. “Thank you.” He follows his gratitude with a long kiss to your knuckles. 

You take a deep breath, trying not to implode with the rush of emotions he’s throwing your way right now. As you keep your eyes locked on the road, you smile to yourself.

“You’re welcome. And if you ever need help with anything, you know you can always ask me.”

Iggy’s heavy breathing joins the chorus of the rest of the KO’d boys. You laugh quietly and look down at your hands still clasped together, making sure not to let go.

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.”

y'all know I’m always down for some Iggy luvin~ and thank you dear nonnie, here’s your request!

“Iggy, you said 8:30…” you groaned to yourself, checking the time on your phone and shaking your head. You sighed, resting your chin on your hand and staring out the huge window next to you.

It was already 9 PM and there was no sign of him anywhere. He didn’t even bother sending you a quick text telling you that he’d be late. This was a reoccurring behaviour you’d noticed over the last couple week; Iggy would ask you to see him—coffee, lunch, dinner, breakfast—set up a time, and turn up late. The last time you agreed to go out, he kept you waiting for 2 hours.

You knew the implications of his job, however, and you couldn’t fault him for being so Six damn good at it. Growing up with the future King’s Royal Advisor (in turn causing you to grow up with the rest of the retinue) offered you a better understanding of the seriousness in being a part of the Crownsguard. It was a job one should never take lightly, but Iggy’s life revolved around his job. His job was his life.

“My dear, I’m so sorry I’m late!”

The familiar voice snapped you out of your deep thinking and you caught a glimpse of him settling down across you. With disheveled hair, crooked glasses, and exhausted features, you knew for a fact that he didn’t just wake up—he had just left work.

“On the bright side,” you sighed, “it didn’t take you 2 hours to get here.”

He shook his head, “Half an hour isn’t any better, but we had a very busy day at the Citadel, and with the treaty signing and Noct’s engagement to Lady Lunafreya, we’ve all been quite—”

“Chill, Iggy. I know.”

“But it’s no excuse,” he corrected himself. “I kept you waiting and I let my job take over my life once again.”

You could hear the disappointment in his voice, and you couldn’t help but release your own frustrations with him. He rested his right elbow on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to hide his shame. Gently, you took his gloved hand away from his face and held it gently.

“Since you’re gonna be gone for a while, why don’t you take a day off and spend it with me?” you asked, eyes filled with hope.

Just as he was about to refuse, the look on your face stopped him there and then. He shot you a soft smile and tightened his grip with your hand.

“I could never refuse you.”

Luckily for you, asking Noct to give Iggy a day off wasn’t a challenging task. If anything, Noct was more than happy to give him up for a day and even insisted you bring Gladio with (to which you profusely rejected, because you all knew the Prince needed to train his “scrawny” ass) so he could spend his day playing video games.

You stepped outside of your apartment building in a floral sundress, sandals, and a rattan bag to match. As you shoved your keys into your purse, you looked up and found the Royal Advisor leaning by the driver’s door, arms crossed in patience. If the Regalia’s shiny exterior and custom wheels weren’t a dead giveaway of who you were about to enter the car with, the plate number was a sure reason for your neighbours to throw you some shady looks.

“I could’ve driven us, you know,” you said as Iggy followed you to the passenger’s seat.

“Don’t be silly,” he replied as he held the door open for you. “Having you in the passenger’s seat is one of my greatest honours in life.”

You laughed at the flawless delivery of his statement before bending down and plopping on the seat. Iggy started to walk around to the driver’s seat, making sure to walk behind in the trunk as he took his phone out and began tapping away.

IgnisScientia: I want to tell her how I feel, Gladio.

CupNoodleDaddy: then just tell her?

IgnisScientia: How in the Astrals’ holy name am I supposed to do that? This is your area of expertise, not mine.

CupNoodleDaddy: you’re our tactician, aren’t ya? you’ll figure something out ;)

Iggy huffed in annoyance at Gladio’s teasing remark.

CupNoodleDaddy: but maybe you should start by putting your phone away and NEVER TOUCHING IT WHILE YOU’RE WITH HER. go get her ;)

He pulled up the chair for you and allowed you to settle in before heading over to his side of the table. The waiter handed both of you the menu, and as you read through what they had to offer, the waiter had something else in mind.

“We also have a Lover’s Brunch menu for this lovely couple,” he suggested, passing along a laminated menu. “It has two of everything, plus you’d be saving some money!”

The Insomnia heat was a killer, but it was nothing compared to the heat rushing through Iggy’s face at that moment. He shot you a petrified look as he watched you giggle at the waiter’s assumption. He wanted to open his mouth and correct him, but his voice seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

“That’s a lovely suggestion, but we’re just friends,” you spoke on his behalf.

He looked through the menu, and while he found their choices pleasing, the idea of sharing anything with you made his heart race. The menu also offered a cup of Ebony, and who was he to say no to that?

“Actually,” he cleared his throat. “I’m quite alright with their selection… i-if you are, of course.”

Did he just stutter?

You knitted your brows at his jumpy attitude but decided to ignore it. “Alright then,” you nodded. “Looks like we’re a couple throughout the duration of this brunch.”

This mistaken identity situation became a constant thing throughout the whole day—the lady serving you ice cream, the man at the clothes store, even the owner of the dog you pet. It was like the Astrals were screaming at Iggy to just grab his balls and spit it right out! Having kept his budding affection for you for more than half a decade wasn’t how he had planned on going about his relationship with you, but you never seemed to take the idea of dating him seriously. You only laughed it off whenever the possibility was suggested or implied, claiming that Iggy was “married to his job” or “his job would throw a fit if it found out he had me as a mistress!”

But then again, he couldn’t really blame you. His loyalty has, does, and will always remain to the crown. Nothing in Eos could tear him away from his responsibilities as the Royal Advisor.

Nothing but you.

His foot subconsciously stepped on the break as you approached your apartment building, and he realised he’d been driving on autopilot the whole trip home. As you continued speaking, he shook his head in an attempt to mask the argument he was just having with himself. Suddenly, you wrapped your fingers around his and gave it a tight squeeze.

“I had lots of fun today, Iggy. I hope you did too.”

A soft smile formed on his face, “A wonderful time as always, my dear.”

Shakily, he pulled your intertwined fingers up and gave your hand a soft kiss. He gauged your reaction, and based on the bright red that began to taint your cheeks, he was almost certain you returned his feelings. He brought your hands down but continued to hold on, his thumb grazing over your skin lightly.

“We depart for Altissia in a matter of weeks, and if something were to happen…”

You shook your head, “Don’t say that, Iggy.”

“I would never forgive myself if I never tell you.”

“Tell me… tell me what?” you asked, inhaling sharply.

After a few seconds of silence, your hand was empty of Iggy’s but his lips were now pressed against yours. A force of shock overtook your body for half a second, but you immediately melted into his strong arms. His hands snaked up to the sides of your face, cupping it lovingly while he attempted to remember everything about this perfect moment—your taste, your scent, how fast his heart was beating—everything.

He finally pulled away and immediately sunk back into his seat, facing the windshield with his hands on the wheel. You reached out to touch his shoulder, but pulled back at the last second.

“Iggy, how—” you swallowed hard, “how long?”

He sighed, “You are my first, and still the only person I hold these affections for.”

“Affections?” you repeated after him. “What kind of affections, Iggy?” you asked with a sly grin. You knew that you were making him slightly uncomfortable by confronting him about his feelings for you, and while it was all for good fun, you needed to hear it.

“You already know,” he answered simply.

You shook your head, “Affections can mean a lot of things. I love Gladio because he’s always there to protect us. I love Noct because he has such a kind heart. I love Prompto because he’s such a cute—”

“I love you.”

You blinked, “You love me?”

“Yes, I love you,” he rolled his eyes at that mischievous look on your face. “I’ve loved you ever since I became aware that I held the emotional capacity to do so. I loved you every time you opened the door fresh out of bed, I loved you every time you had your heart broken, I loved you every time you rested your head on my shoulder.”

“Iggy—”“And I love you now—at this very second—more than ever. My love grows for you each passing day, and it was foolish of me to keep it under wraps after all these years.”

“Iggy,” you called out. “I… I love you too.”

A sigh of relief escaped his lips before he crashed down upon you once again. “About damn time,” he murmured in between kisses, making you giggle. 

Readjusting his crooked glasses, you asked, “So… wanna come up for coffee?”

“Will you share your Ebony?” he responded with a raised eyebrow.

You laughed, “You’re my boyfriend now, Iggy. Of course I’d share my Ebony with you.”

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“Welcome home!” Prompto greeted you cheerily.

Exhausted, you dropped your bag on the floor and went straight for the couch. Your sunshine boy cuddled up to you, feeling the fatigue radiating off you. His loving embrace was comforting, but the piled up stress of school was starting to get to you. You let out a deep sigh, and when Prompto realized his hug wasn’t taken your stress away, he planted a long kiss on your forehead.

“What’s wrong, chocobabe?” he asked, worry filling his baby blue eyes.

“I’m just–” your voice vanished into thin air. You finished off, “Stressed.”

Noticing the withdrawal of your voice, he knelt on the floor right across you. One of his hands held yours tightly while the other gently brushed your cheek. Prompto bit his tongue; he knew you well enough to know that if you were prepared to tell him what was bugging you, he wouldn’t have to pry. 

You knew him well enough to know that he knew that. 

You trust him. You love him.

After a long period of silence and much deliberation, you opened your floodgates for the first time in years.

Your sudden change in emotion took him by surprise. “Six–” He sat back down and held your face. “You’re crying. Okay, you’re crying,” he said, although it sounded more like a reminder to himself.

“I’m sorry!” you whined, unable to stop your tears. 

“No, no!” Prompto exclaimed in a panic as he began to kiss every open spot his marksman-trained eyes could see. “Please don’t be sorry, just…”

He took a deep breath, wrapping you in his arms protectively.

“It’s okay. You can cry.”

You eventually ran out of tears to cry, but you were unsure how long you’d been crying. It didn’t matter to your boyfriend, though. He held you firmly and never let go throughout your unanticipated ordeal.

“So…” he trailed off when you pulled away. “Are we going to talk about what happened or…?”

You laughed dryly, “I’m really sorry, Prompto. I… don’t cry a lot.”

“You don’t say?” he retorted, slightly amused with his sally. 

“I just can’t afford to look weak and vulnerable, that’s all,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Hey.” He leaned your backs against the couch and placed his arm around you. You looked up at him, getting distracted by his the sight of his freckles up close. “You’re not weak. You’re not vulnerable.”

You nodded, half-heartedly agreeing with him, but it was obvious to him that you weren’t buying it.

“It isn’t easy to get in touch with your feelings all at once, and I promise I won’t force you,” he said. “But whenever you want to–whenever you’re ready–I’m here.”

If you hadn’t just outcried your tear ducts, you were fairly certain you would be tearing up again.

“I’ll always be here.”

You sat on the wooden chair, staring at the unconscious body of Noctis dressed in hospital garments and never-ending wraps of bandages. It’s been almost 48 hours and your beloved hasn’t moved an inch. His vitals read steady, but being this deep asleep after an unfortunate daemon encounter didn’t ease your troubles.

Exhaling, you rested your forehead on his stationary arm. Your right hand crept up and softly held on to his, simply to reassure yourself of his pulse. 

But of course, you couldn’t help but let your anxieties get the best of you.

Nightmarish thoughts of the Prince sleeping into a perpetual coma and even worse flooded your mind. The thought of living your life without him forced its way into your imagination; how you would go home to an empty apartment, or how’d you never get to fish with him in Galdin Quay, or how the Lucian people would never see his coronation–

This was all too much.

Your brain began to pick up the signals of your heartache, prompting your vision to blur with heavy tears. You leaned over and pressed your forehead against his, letting the teardrops hit the edges of his ear. 

“Please wake up, please wake up,” you whispered. “Don’t leave me.”

The walls reflected nothing but your tempestuous sobbing and the cyclic pattern of his breathing.

You sat back down and resumed to your previous position. “Come on, Noct,” you murmured between loud snivels. With your eyes closed, you kept your fingers sandwiched his index and thumb and repeated to yourself,

“Wake up… wake up… wake up…”

Snapping out of what seemed like a half-asleep dream, your head shot up at the hospital bed’s abrupt weight shift. It took you a moment to decide whether or not you were in a dream, but the moment his ocean eyes met yours, you were convinced.

“Noct!” you exclaimed softly, carefully positioning your forehead against his once again. 

His thumbs slowly moved across your face, taken aback by the tears attacking your soft skin. “Hey, princess,” he said weakly. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m…” 

You closed your eyes for a second and allowed yourself to feel the happiness, relief, and solace in his awakening. 

“You’ve been out for almost 2 days and I just–” You shook your head, “I’m just really glad you’re awake.”

“That makes two of us,” he agreed.

“Look, I know I’m not super invested in my emotions,” you began, a part of you silently cursing yourself for admitting your frailty. You continued, “But that’s only because I always thought crying made me weak and vulnerable.”

He chuckled lightly, “And you hate being weak and vulnerable, I know.”

“I love you, Noct.”

The corner of his lips quirked up to a small smile, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks had flushed the darkest shade of red imaginable. 

“I love you too. And I’m sorry for getting you so worked up.”

He mustered all his strength and caught you in the middle for a tender kiss. You pulled away quickly, helping his head land back on his pillow. You propped yourself close enough without hurting his wounds as his thumb affectionately rubbed over your knuckles.

“But I mean,” he shrugged. “If this is what it takes to make you cry, I’d be more than happy to receive additional stab wounds.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and flicked him mercifully as a warning. “That was so not funny!”

“I know babe,” he snickered. “But you loooooove me. You want some of that special Prince Noctis lovin’, huh?” he teased, moving his eyebrows up and down in faux seduction.

You shook your head in an attempt to stifle your laugh, “Keep that up and the only lovin’ Prince Noctis is gonna get is from his hand.”

One of the things that made Gladio fall for you was your emotional strength. Coming from a family sworn to protect the royal family made it easier for him to follow his head over his heart. However, he didn’t think he would ever find someone even more rigid than he was.

And that was starting to become a problem.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” he fumed, sitting on the other side of your dining table.

You shook your head and shrugged, “Because it’s not important?” You couldn’t wrap your head around why he was blowing his lid off. 

“Not important?” he scoffed. He leaned his upper body towards you, fists planted on the wooden surface. “This guy’s been trying to get with you for months and you hid it from me! How could you not call this important?”

“Because it’s not important to me!” you loudly retorted, feeling your own anger rising. “I didn’t accept any of his advances, I always left him on read and never replied to his messages, and I don’t even talk to him at work so frankly, I don’t get why you’re whining about this.”

“Oh, so telling you how I feel is counted as whining now?” he sneered at you. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath as he walked away.

You quickly followed him into the living room. “Why the hell are you so bothered over some dude I don’t even give my time of day to?”

“It’s not him I’m bothered about,” he answered, keeping his eyes glued to the black screen of the television. “It’s you.”

“Me.” you reiterated. You added, “I’m bothering you for not reacting to the situation.” 

“You’re bothering me because nothing matters unless it matters to you!”

This is the first time Gladio’s ever raised his voice at you.

“You can be really selfish, you know that?” he pointed out. “You seem to forget that there are two of us in this relationship. Not one, two.”

You balled your hands into tight fists, “That is such bullshit.”

He scoffed once again, rolling his eyes at your refusal of the truth. “Of course it’s bullshit, because you don’t care how the people around you feel,” he spat out. “As long as you’re drifting on your cloud of casualty, you couldn’t give less of a shit about how anyone else feels!”

Your apparent stone cold heart immediately thawed upon hearing his words. Did your own boyfriend really think that badly of you? Is that seriously how you make him feel?

You looked down and closed your eyes in shame.

“Gladio…” your eyes moved up and rested on him.

“I get that it sucks to feel,” he stood up. “But if you hate feeling so much, then I shouldn’t be here,” he finished quietly, looking over at you.

Your softened heart quickly dissolved into nothingness. He waited in silence for a minute, maybe two, but no sound came out of you. As much as you wanted to move your lips and tell him how much he meant to you, your body was immobile. You were screaming his name in your head over and over again but vocalizing it was a different story.

He sighed in defeat, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling. Gladio knew that if this wouldn’t get through to you, nothing would.

“I have to go.”

He walked past you without hesitation. The creak of the front door snapped you out of your petrification, causing you to finally move before he closed the entrance completely.

“Gladio please, wait,” you squeaked as you turned around. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

He cocked a brow and stared at you. Were you… crying?

You released a silent sigh of relief as he leaned his beefy physique against the door frame. “You’re right,” you nodded. “I am selfish. I wasn’t–I wasn’t thinking about how it might affect you, and… and…”

Oh, now you were crying.

Watching the tears form by the corner of your eyes and stream down the sides of your face was a first for Gladio. He stood frozen for a split second, only rushing towards you after hearing a loud (and mucus-filled) sniffle. He enveloped you in an embrace, softly holding the back of your head with his mighty hand.

“I’m sorry for being such an ass!” you sobbed. “I’m sorry for being so insensitive! I’m sorry for c-crying!”

“Calm down, babe. Don’t be sorry.”

You shook your head, “I swear I’m not weak!”

He pulled away with his hands on your shoulders. He bent down to meet you at eye level, “I don’t think you’re weak. I never thought you were.”

He wiped your tears and pulled you back in. Your tear-stained face dampened his black tank top, but neither one of you could care right now.

“Contrary to your belief, crying doesn’t make you weak,” he reminded you. “I’ve had my fair share of tears, but I can still kick Noct, Prompto, and Iggy’s asses with one hand and a blindfold.”

You chuckled, “But not mine in Mario Kart, apparently.”

“Mmph… Ignis?” you groaned drowsily.

The bed’s shift in weight indicated that he was finally home. It also indicated that he missed date night… for the fourth time in a row.

He whispered, “Go back to sleep, my love,” but even the affection in his voice couldn’t stop your emotions from festering.

You nodded, trying to ignore the mixture of disappointment and sadness building in the pit of your stomach. You turned the other way and allowed him to spoon you from behind. As soon as his shoulders began to move in time with his breathing, you cautiously removed yourself from his grasps and slipped into the bathroom. 

The moment you turned the light on, the first thing you saw was your worn out reflection in the mirror: dark circles, pale skin, and misty eyes. 

If Ignis Scientia ever caught you crying, you would drop dead. 

Thankfully, he was deep asleep on the other side of the door.

You fell to your knees, tightly clasping your mouth shut as sobs began to vibrate the palm of your hands. Your pathetic facade at acting indifferent towards his recent shortcomings slowly came undone tear by tear. 

Suddenly, a half-asleep Iggy opened the bathroom door. Hand still rubbing his eyes, he initially failed to notice what you were doing.

“Is everything–”

Seeing your figure on the floor was enough to jolt him awake and into a panic. “Six!” he exclaimed as he quickly knelt down beside you. He grabbed a hold of you, checking every part of your body. “Are you alright? Are you in pain?”

You remained silent. Once he examined every inch of your exposed skin, his head moved up to see the horror of tears on your face. 

“Darling…” he murmured, slowly reaching for your cheek.

“No!” you swatted his hand away. You held up your fingers, “Four nights straight, Ignis. Four!”

He was dumbfounded at two things: one, you referred to him as Ignis rather than Iggy or one of your mushy nicknames, and two, seeing you cry. You barely teared up over any situation, and being the reason behind your current predicament broke his heart in half.

“I always swore I would harm the catalyst of your tears,” he remarked in a low voice. “But I never thought I’d be that person.”

His hand reached out to your face once more, warily this time in case you were to swat it away again. You flinched at the touch of his thumb caressing your cheek. His emerald green eyes shone apologetically, hiding behind groups of dirty blonde hair resting against his forehead. You leaned your head to the left, caressing your soft face on his coarse hands.

“I’m well aware that I’ve been… lax with my promises recently, and for that I apologize, my love.”

He moved closer and moved his other hand on your empty cheek.

“You are worth everything and more,” he reassured you, kissing your forehead and cradling your upper half. “Nothing and no one in this world will ever take me away from you.”

“I’m sorry, Iggy,” you sniffled.

He placed a gentle kiss on your lips then proceeded to get rid of the last reminders of your tears. “You’ve been staying awake for me the past four nights–you have nothing to apologize for.” 

“No, for… for crying,” you corrected him. “I know that I must look like such a wimp right now and honestly, I’m ashamed for letting you see this side of me.”

Well, Ignis could add that to the list of things he was dumbfounded at.

“As much as Noct and the others like to poke fun at me for being robotic,” he said. “I’ve never seen crying as a sign of fragility. If anything, it’s quite a bold act, don’t you think?”

You shook your head, “Not really. This was how I was raised, and… It stuck.”

“Your ability to be vulnerable and honest with your feelings signifies your humanity,” he explained. “It’s perfectly acceptable to cry, my dear. We all go through it, and it will never affect how I see you nor the never-ending extent of my feelings for you.”

“And what exactly are those feelings?” you asked with a playful grin.

“It all depends on the mood, kitten,” he answered with the same zest. “It’s always stemming from my heart, of course, but there are moments when it’s… bulging from the seams.”

You bit your lower lip, “Shall we go back to b–Iggy!”

welllll it’s officially 420 and I’m stoned so might as well right? based on this photo of Noct, Iggy, and Prompto getting high as fuck floating around, posted by his-shining-tears, and the source says Twitter but the link just goes to the homepage. if anybody knows the original source, kindly send it to my inbox please! idk why it got fluffy in the end, but yall know me i’m a thirsty Noctis hoe and will do just about anything to write about him lmao. AANNNNDDD ENJOY 

p.s. I know they’re in a tent in the photo but wtv

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Warning(s): Drugs, swearing

Plot Summary: The guys invite you to celebrate the mystical stoner holiday of 4/20 with a little help from Gladio’s not-so-secret stash.

Words: 2,143

As soon as you finished your last lecture for the day, your phone began to vibrate violently in your pocket.

New Message from CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD:

WRU????

yall breaking my heart with these angsty requests but I’m a slave to the angst… hope you enjoy!! I added an alternate fluffy ending for those who’d like it under the read more. I’d suggest listening to Creation Lake by Silversun Pickups while reading this for ~extra angsty feels~

“Why are you making me do this?!”

You landed harshly on the concrete, your sword twanging loudly against the King’s Engine Blade. Blue light flashed before your eyes as he pushed you away from him.

“Stop making me do this,” you heard from behind. You spun on your heel to face a teary-eyed Noctis. “We don’t have to do this!”

Without a word, you charged at him with full force. His weapon materialized once again and he continued to block your every strike. Never-ending pleads rang your ears like a sick, twisted prayer while your arms flailed around in every direction. Not once did he attempt to parry your moves; his feet either sidestepped or moved back inch by inch, trying to keep his focus on you.

His sparkling blue eyes stared intensely into yours, “We can find a way around this. I promise you we will. Please just st–”

“No!”

Your unexpected shove caused him to lose his footing. Seeing him–your King, your beloved–down on the ground broke your heart in half. He looked at you defeatedly, as if almost surprised you even had the strength to knock him down from his stance. 

“There’s no other way!” you cried out. “We knew this was coming, Noct! Why is this so hard for you to accept?”

“Because I didn’t know I’d fall in love with you!” he shot up, dusting off his black slacks and stashing away his blade. “Do you seriously expect me to do this? To kill you then forget that you ever existed?”

Your bottom lip trembled in fear, despair, and sorrow. You turned away, “No. But you have to… I was born with the Astrals’ curse–”

“Fuck the Astrals!” he screamed. The agony in his voice stung, “I can’t do it. I won’t do it.”

He fell on his knees, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He very well knew that the reemergence of the light fell on his shoulders, but to be burdened with your fate atop his was a different story. It was a story he refused to believe; he’d just returned from the Crystal’s captivity, and now he was being forced to kill the only woman he’d truly loved.

“Noct…” 

You gave into your volatile emotions and dropped your sword. You knelt across him, lifting his head up and pressing your forehead against his. His tears dampened your thumbs as you tried to wipe them away to no avail. Eventually, your own tears began trickle down your cheeks slowly. He coarse palm stroke the back of your hand while you two digested your current predicament.

“This–This isn’t fair,” he managed to choke out. 

“Life never is, my love,” you replied. Maintaining your facade, you continued, “But you have to save your people–you have to save Eos.”

He shook his head once again.

“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

He crashed his lips against yours hungrily and apologetically. His warmth radiated against your chest, lulling your jumping heart into tranquility. Your final kiss felt like forever as you savored every moment in your memory: the way his soft lips tasted, the mixture of tears and sweat crawling against his skin, the grip he held on you…

But all good things must come to an end.

“I love you so, so much,” he affirmed. “Even if I forget, please remember that. Please–” he sniffled. “Please remember. I love you.”

Fuck. FUCK. You nodded, “I love you. In any and every lifetime. I love you, Noctis.”

You were ready, and so was he.

Noct planted a tender kiss on the top of your head, bringing you in closer until all you could hear was the thumping of his apprehensive heart. 

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

A sharp pain jolted through your stomach. He whimpered an apology weakly, but all you could do was shake your head in response. As the life slowly vacated your fragile body, he laid you down softly on the rough flooring. Your eyes fluttered as he pressed a final kiss against your forehead. 

You forced a few breaths with the fading sound of his shoes clicking away. “Noct,” you whispered. 

The clicking turned gradually faster and… louder?

“H-How–How’d a civilian get into Insomnia?” Noct asked himself, cradling your incapacitated frame.

Your eyes met his for the last time. A frail smiled appeared on your face, confusing the man who had already forgotten you.

“Thank you, my King.”

I JUST NEEDED SOME ANGST IN MY LIFE OK. DAMN YOU, MERCURY RETROGRADE!! Feedback is always welcomed, friends.

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader, Noctis Lucis Caelum/Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Warning(s): Alternate universe, angst, sadness, mild swearing

Plot Summary: While Lucis celebrated the Royal Wedding, all you wanted to do was sleep it off. It hurt you too much. Inspired by Jimi Hendrix’s Voodoo Child and the movie Comet.

Words: 1,334

ah yes, loqi, the brigadier general of my heart 😍 I’m so sorry this got REALLY long lol BEING IN LOQI HELL IS A BLESSING AND I’M JUST TRYING TO DRINK IT ALL IN!!!

as someone who comes from a family that belongs in Niflheim’s 1%, he always assumed the person he’d end up with was set up by his family

basically he never paid much attention to the idea of romance

he is, after all, LOQI TUMMELT OF HOUSE TUMMELT, BRIGADIER GENERAL OF THE NIFLHEIM ARMY, PILOT OF THE MA-X CUIRASS

(like ok calm down lil buddy, everyone knows. you don’t have to keep yelling out your introduction)

so just imagine how strange it was for him when he first laid eyes on you

your first meeting was brief–just a handshake after coming across him while Ravus gave you a tour

but all he could think about since that moment was you

in the following days, he would literally walk up and down the same hallway several times in hopes to catch a glimpse of you

Aranea was the first to notice how weird he’d gotten, and when she spoke about it to Ravus, the high commander immediately knew what got into him

after observing him “casually” stroll around the hallway, the two confronted him

“A crush? What an absurd suggestion, especially from a high commander of the most respected armies!”

Aranea’s just there so she can listen to him admit it

“Calm down, pipsqueak. It’s a crush, not a chance to kill Cor.”

when he finally admits these “weird feelings” about you, he grudgingly asks what he can do to get your attention

they tell him to find out your interests so he hires his subordinates to eavesdrop on your conversations and remember whatever was relevant

HE DID EVERYTHING WRONG

when he found out what your favorite flower was, he literally bought dozens

giving it to you seems like an easy enough task, right?

WRONG

he didn’t know what to do with them while he thought of a way to casually give them to you, so he shoved them in a stock room for days

the bratty boy didn’t know the gardener didn’t know there were flowers in there

why? oh because HE DIDN’T TELL THE GARDENER

by the time he actually thought of a plan, the flowers were wilted

that plan was just as dead as his flowers

he decided to go with the next cheesy thing: chocolate

obtaining your favorite chocolate bar from Insomnia proved to be a bit of a challenged

but because he’s LOQI TUMMELT OF HOUSE TUMMELT, BRIGADIER GENERAL OF THE NIFLHEIM ARMY, PILOT OF THE MA-X CUIRASS

(like for real calm down)

he found a way to head to the Crown City in casual clothing without anyone noticing he was gone

as he traversed the enemy’s streets, he commended himself for not drawing any attention

until Cor showed up, at least

the man can spot that blonde mophead from miles away

“Cor the Immortal!” He then pauses, reconsidering whether he’s really going to do this. “I... I have a favor to ask of you.”

the idea of Loqi falling head over heels for someone seemed beyond impossible to Cor; there was no way he was buying it

long story short, he and Cor get into a scuffle, and it ends in Loqi retreating to his ship

not only does he hate Cor even more now (which he thought at that point was impossible)

but he also didn’t get your chocolate

and news of their altercation reached his superiors

initially, Ardyn wasn’t very pleased but when Loqi cracked and admitted he was doing it for you, the Chancellor decided to let him go unpunished

only to see if he’d ever pluck the courage to actually ask you out

a couple days after, you accidentally bumped into him in the same hallway where you two first met

“Brigadier General Tummelt! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going!”

HE LITERALLY FROZE

IT WAS YOU

AND YOU CALLED HIM BY HIS TITLE

what caught his eye, however, was the growing wet stain on your blouse from the glass of water you had just accidentally spilled

“That’s–that’s quite alright! No apologies needed! I should’ve been more careful!”

why is his voice so squeaky all of a sudden?

the longer your interaction, the redder he was getting

it got to the point where he was as red as the banner on his shoulder

“Anyway... I should probably find something to cover up the stain.”

he began to panic internally, trying to find an excuse to stay with you longer

“I have a sweater in my office!”

spoiler alert: he doesn’t

you shyly reject his offer at first, but his tone of insistence and that charming smile got you hooked

the whole way to his office, all he did was ask questions about you

when you got to his office, he left you for about 5 minutes and came back with a lumpy grey sweater

Aranea’s head suddenly popped in from behind the door

“You’re welcome, Brigadier General,” she smirked with sarcasm dripping from every syllable of the last two words

she totally did that on purpose to embarrass him

it worked, and explained why the sweater had a female scent

you thanked him for his kindness and excuse yourself

this forces Loqi to grab his balls and just finally spit it out

“Are you free for dinner tomorrow night?”

you’re surprised by his invitation, thinking that someone like him didn’t have time for a personal life, but you say yes anyway

you decide on a time and place and bid your goodbyes

but not before he gently grabs your hand kisses it affectionately

when you close the door behind you, he turns around and proceeds to do what he calls his “victory dance”

“Hey Ravus, I think he finally did it!”

by the time he looks back at the door, Ravus and Aranea are leaning against the doorframe, soaking it all in

Loqi groans in embarrassment and annoyance, pushing them both out softly and making sure to lock the door