Imagine Ardyn sitting next to you on a bench while he terrorizes Insomnia.
You were wearing headphones, listening to your music while browsing the net on your phone when you look up to see that the streets are completely empty save for wreckage of the festival flags, statues, banners, and armored patrol cars. To top it off, everything was on fire.
What the hell?
You feel a tap on your shoulder and look to your side to see an impressively dressed gentleman seated beside you, greeting you with an odd smirk.
You remove your headphones to engage him. He looks oddly familiar, as if you’ve seen him on the news.
???: “Pardon me. Is this yours?”
You look down to spot a car magazine.
You: “Uhh...no, go right ahead.”
???: “Ah, don’t mind if I do.”
He takes the advertisement booklet from between you and leans back into the bench, making himself comfortable and casually flip through the pages with piqued interest. Meanwhile, you swear you hear an explosion somewhere in the distance.
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Imagine having an odd sneeze. The people in the keep call you out for it but a charming chancellor swoops in to defend you.
A/N: Woot! Took a small break from writing and now I am invigorated and inspired! Haven’t done an Ardyn piece in awhile so to show my love for y’all and the chancellor (my first muse and king~), I’ve written this based on this ask:
“YA-CHOOO!!”
It sounded like a bomb in an unsuspecting night, your sneeze ringing in the air of the training grounds. High Commander Ravus Nox Fleuret and Commodore Aranea Highwind had the floor to demonstrate Ravus’ new arm but the two nearly slipped at the horrendous boom, ducking as if the keep was under attack. When they saw the coast was clear, everyone was absolutely befuddled, seeking out the source. You, on the other hand, made yourself scarce behind your clipboard, pretending that nothing happened at all despite the shade of red burning ever so hotter on your face. It was that time of year again, you dreaded.
When everything settled, everyone went back to their business. Chancellor Izunia, who was right beside you, was grinning humorously the entire time, chuckling at your predicament.
Ardyn: “I suppose it is that season.”
You: “E-Excuse me, sir?”
Ardyn: “You are excused.”
You continued your work on examining the combat prowess Commander Ravus accumulated with the new magitek arm when you felt the tickle of another dreaded bodily function scratching within your nose. Oh no, please not again! But it was too-
“HAAA CHOOOOOOOOW!!!”
This time, everyone at their stations really did trip over, some even duck low to the ground, others yelling that the Lucians have finally retaliated and that everyone should head to their battle stations. Everyone, save for a few others, including Ravus himself who looked like hell’s wrath itself once he deduced that the sound came from you. He stabbed his sword to the ground and stops over the training floor towards you, a deathly glare in his already harsh eyes.
Ravus: “For the love of Bahamut, what is wrong with you? Are you dying!?”
You: “N-No, sir! Nothing like that! I-I was just- it’s the s-season, you see and-”
Ravus: “Well, do us all a favor, kindly stop or wear a godforsaken helmet. One that cancels out such horrendous sound.“
You can hear some of your fellow colleagues snickering at his comment even though the man does not mean that to jest. You felt the familiar burn in your cheeks as well as a dull sting in the corners of your eyes. How embarrassing...
Ravus: “If you distract me one more time, I will sorely be-”
Ardyn: “Ever so concerned. Why, Sir Ravus, what a gentleman you are.”
Chancellor Izunia steps in front of you, like a wall between yourself and the high commander. You didn’t have to look at his face to know that Ardyn was wearing a cordial and knowing smile.
Ardyn: “How kind of you to be considerate of someone who works so tirelessly day in and out to ensure that people like us can perform at their best. I mean, I am surprised that our friend here has not been stricken with the sneezing flu earlier, it truly shows the resilience of those that place their trust in us.”
The tall man leans back towards you to tap at your clipboard, eyes lazily looking over the scribble taken down.
Ardyn: “And look, data that will no doubt prove fruitful in future combat trials. Your reaction time to loud sounds have exponentially improved.”
Again, snickering and laughter was heard in the background. You swear that you even hear Aranea laughing slightly. Meanwhile, Ravus was to the point where his lips upturned to a snarl.
Ardyn: “Anyways, what were you about to say? Something about distractions and soreness?”
A moment passes and instead of a response, the high commander huffs and returns to the training floor. Aranea who was watching amusedly, throws a smile your way before picking up her lance once more. It seems you avoided a disasterous humiliation, releasing a much needed sigh. You glance at the chancellor who returned to stand beside you, he was lowly humming to himself as if nothing happened at all.
You: “Thank you, Chancellor Izunia.”
Ardyn: “Hm?”
He stops humming entirely to look at you, his eyes wide as if he suddenly just noticed you. You since learned that this was a playful side of him and even entertained the thought that the man was also being humourously humble.
You: “You saved me for what could have been the biggest embarrassment of my life.”
Ardyn: “Ah, that. Well, one cannot help their bodily functions, nay?”
The man reaches into the pocket of his coat and hands a small bottle to you. You take it and eye it curiously.
You: “What’s this? For allergies?”
Ardyn: “No. That is for distractions and soreness.”
You: “I...I don’t understand.”
Ardyn: “Yet.”
You: “H-Huh?”
Before you can ask him to elaborate, the chancellor was already walking away. As the distance between you two grow, you can swear that he was chuckling lowly. Somehow, you’ve been so distracted throughout the rest of the day, that the urge to sneeze never returned.
Imagine giving Ardyn a gift for his special day. While moved, he had another idea to celebrate.
You: “Happy Birthday, Ardyn!”
You surprise the man by leaning over his shoulder, covering his eyes with one hand while placing your gift on his lap with the other. The charming man chuckles that silky chuckle that made you melt every time. When you removed your hand, you saw his head tilt to look over your present to him. He releases an audible breath, a deep “aww” from his lips.
He reaches upwards to take a hold of your cheek to make you face him, planting a sweet kiss atop your lips. He lingers, relishing in the moment, pouring all of his adoration in this gesture before pulling from you.
Ardyn: “A most wonderful gift from my most wonderful treasure.”
The man rises from his seat and walks around to meet you. He wraps you in his arms where you are enveloped in his warmth. His scent fills your senses and you smiled. He smells nice. He always did. Suddenly, your ears pick up the sound of a mischievous chuckle. You look up at him and sure enough, an impish smile plays on his lips. You know that look.
You: “What’s that smile for?”
Ardyn: “I think you’re well aware, my dear.”
He pulls you further into him, the feel of his hard body pressing so firmly against yours. The sensation of all of him upon you made you gasp and Ardyn takes advantage of this to steal your breath. His mouth upon yours, his tongue stealing a dance with yours in a passionate exchange. As soon as you regained yourself, you wrap your arms around his thick neck, returning the kiss. All too soon, he pulls away. A deep laugh erupts from his throat at the sight of your pouty lips.
Ardyn: “I think I would like to unwrap my gift now.”
You raise your brow in a moment of confusion and was too late to take back your words.
You: “Your gift isn’t wrapped, Ardyn.”
A seductive chuckle rumbles in his chest, trembling your body in the most tantalizing way. He squeezes your hips before playing with the hem of your shirt. The feel of his hands caressing your naked skin underneath the fabric sent chills throughout your body.
You: “Oh...”
His golden eyes pin you into his gaze. An intense hunger in his stare.
Ardyn: “Oh, indeed.”
With surprising strength, he lifts you to wrap your legs around his waist. The closer you both got to the bedroom, the less you had on. This was his best birthday ever.
Imagine you gifting Ardyn with a black chocobo chicklet.
In response to these asks, thanks again for liking my work anon and @chrissy-chaaan
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Ardyn: “Oh? And who is this little one?”
You: “I just found her by herself on the side of the path. I think she’s lost her mother.”
Ardyn: “She?”
You: “Call it a feeling.”
The baby chocobo nuzzles beneath your petting palm when you acknowledged her. You feel Ardyn bending down to sit next to you beneath the shade of the tree.
Ardyn: “And what do you intend to do with her? Find a flock to reunite her with her kind.”
You: “I thought about it, but...with all of these demons running around, I’m afraid her kind will not last the season around here. I...I don’t want to risk it.”
You look up at Ardyn, the elder of the Caelum brothers and the gentlelest of souls you have ever met.
You: “Will you care for her?”
Ardyn: “Me?”
The baby chocobo shows to be quite as she turns her little eyes towards Ardyn. They lock their gazes and the large man felt like his soul was being measured by those very eyes. The little thing begins to chirp and hops itself from your arms into his. The man nearly toppled over in surprise at the action, but stayed straight up, welcoming the chocobo to rest atop his lap. He is unsure where to place his hands, but the baby seems bent on guiding him, nuzzling his palms with her little head. She flaps her wings happily at the feel of his hand. Ardyn, touched by the innocence of this creature, removes his for a slight moment to take off his glove and then returns to pet the chicklet. He can hear her chirp softly in affection and you giggling beside him.
You: “I think she likes you.”
Ardyn: “That much is obvious. Aha.”
He looks at you, but you did not return his gaze, instead admiring how adorable the baby chocobo was and how taken she is with Ardyn. The way you looked, the kindness and selflessness in your eyes lit up his heart which beats in the darkness. But even as the scourge ways on his soul as healer of the people, he knew that you would shine as his star. With this, he takes your hand in his, bringing your attention to him with a light squeeze. He leans forward, his lips brushingly against your cheek in adoration and he could help but smile at the way your face flushes ever so slightly at his intimate gesture. So pure.
Ardyn looks back down at the baby chocobo in his arms, she must have exhausted herself as she perched herself asleep. The tiny black feathers rustling lightly against the wind and she ruffles them to dig herself deeper in his clothes for warmth and comfort. With his one hand in yours and the other on the little one, he made a vow to never let either of them go.
Ardyn: “We’ll take good care of you, little one.”
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A/N: The reader is female here and her last name is....well, you’ll know it when you see it. After Episode Ardyn marking the completion of the FFXV game, now is the time to give the happiness and love Ardyn deserves after 2000 years of torment and misguidance thrusted upon him by his own brother and namely the gods. What better way to do this than to add you to the mix, you who is reading this because you adore a man of no consequence. Enjoy~
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It was a hot summer day and although most people would enjoy the grace of the sun over the terrors of the night, you stayed in the comfort of the cooling shadows provided by the roof of your home. You were wringing your clothes, preparing them to be hung dry outside until you heard excited chattering. Curious, you stand up to investigate. As you peek your head outside, you spot a large gathering of the village folk by the road that goes through the settlement. You see your neighbor close by.
You: “What is going on?”
Neighbor: “Ah, there you are! Oh, it’s wonderful. The gods are gracing us with the presence of Sir Caelum. He approaches us from down the road over yonder. Come take a look!”
Your neighbor grabs your wrist with such enthusiastic strength that you had no choice but to be led into the sea of people. Everyone was huddled shoulder to shoulder, it was rather uncomfortable. But you saw him, clad in simple robes and a smile upon his face. He looked tired, but it did little to hide the gentle enthusiasm in greeting the people who approached him with earnest and adoration. Each one of them, he shook hands with, offered hugs to a few others, as he was making his way through the crowd, he spots you and his smile widens, seemingly revitalizing his energy. The man stops before you, his bright expression not once leaving his face and you found yourself returning it. The brilliance of his presence nearly moving you to tears, but not because you found him particularly impressive. No, you’ve both stood like this before.
You: “Ardyn Lucis Caelum.”
He laughs at how proper you were. The man takes a moment to look you over, a fondness in his eyes.
Ardyn: “You’ve grown.”
You: “Ten years can do that. Truthfully, I am surprised you remember me.”
Ardyn: “I can never forget you.”
He embraces you, wrapping his arms around you, enveloping you. You feel the soft kiss of his lips atop your head, filling you with a warmth that outmatched the sun in your heart.
Imagine if you are one of the Kingsglaive, your task was to seek and destroy the Adagium that escaped only that when you found him...
You raise your arm, the borrowed power of kings to scope down towards the target. You nearly gasp at the sight...
You: “That’s...that’s a man. I thought we were hunting a monster. A daemon!”
Captain: “Don’t be fooled. We have our orders. It cannot be set free, kill it at all cost. Move out.”
Your unit warps towards the target but your feet stay still. You watch as they engage the Adagium...no, this man. He looked frightened even as he was holding his own and you winced whenever one of your own deals a successful blow. The man seemed unaffected by the wound afflicted upon him and the scar disappears as quickly as it formed. He really wasn’t human. Despite this, you still cannot find yourself to move. You hear your captain’s voice over the com.
Captain: “Where are you? Take the shot! We have it!”
He’s not an it.
You: “I....”
You raise your crossbow, ready for aim. You see the Adagium’s head in sight and as if he knew you were there looks over at your direction, you see his face clearly for the first time. Long hair tied back, a stubble across his strong features, he was bare from the waist up and the clothes around his waist were tattered. He looked like he was in prison, you suppose from that you heard of the Adagium being sealed away, he was. And yet he did not wear the face of a criminal or a monster. The Adagium, malady of the kingdom of Lucis, sealed away for the good of Lucis since ancient times, was a man....
And...you could not take the shot.
You: “...”
With a shameful sigh, you lower your arms.
Captain: “Can you hear me? Are you there? Take the sh-!”
You ripped the piece from your ear and smash it on the ground with your foot.
You: “I’m not gonna kill another man. This isn’t what I signed up for.”
With one last look towards the long-haired man, you see that this time he was looking directly at you and he saw what you did. There was a moment between you two that you couldn’t place but you chose not to dwell upon it further and instead walked away. Whatever haunts him, whatever reason the world has to be against him, you hope he may find riposte and gain back his honor as someone with a right to live in Eos as he pleases.
Imagine stealing Ardyn’s hat and playfully wear it around the keep. Instead of being annoyed, he compliments how it looks on you.
Ardyn: “Now that looks delightfully better on your head than it does on mine.”
You: “Aha. You think so?”
Ardyn: “Indeed. It makes me wonder what other clothing of mine would suit you. Alas, it all goes back to just you in my shirt.”
You: “H-Huh?!?”
You knew he was teasing you and that sly mischievous smile did not help the blush burning on your cheeks as he stepped closer to you. He tips his hat atop your head to get a better look at your face. There was an unplaceable gleam in his golden eyes.
