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Belong

minionripley:

For prompt #4 of PoETober

It
wasn’t something he expected to find.

At
least not like this. Maybe at the end of his exile, once he’d figured out who
he was and all the soul-eating stelgaer crap had cleared up at last. He’d
imagined striding back to his tribe in the Thein Bog, his shoulders strong and his back straight, and being welcomed with the accepting arms he’d dreamt of
as a kid. And some comely lasses for good measure, since he’d gotten older. And
then he’d gotten even older and, well, the only accepting that’d come was that
maybe some dreams weren’t meant to be.

But
this… This was nice enough, he decided.

Hiravias
watched from his perch in an old oak tree, chewing on the bread from his midday
meal, as Edér tried and failed to tempt one of the Watcher’s cats closer with a
string. The Watcher herself was off to the side of their little makeshift camp,
repacking the bags with Sagani and Kana’s help. Everyone else busied themselves
with their own tasks, or in Durance’s case proverbially sawed logs under
another tree – which was arguably his best side anyway. Even the peasant woman
with them was nice enough to gather what few things they still had left out.
Though, he couldn’t figure out why she stuck around. Eh, probably didn’t
matter.

It
was… homey, almost. Like a warm fire after a long day of slogging through rain
and muck. He’d joined for the safety of a group, but they’d come to strangely fit
each other. And he’d gotten, well, fond. He didn’t really want to admit it, and
he knew he shouldn’t. They violated the Builders’ ruins on a near-daily basis,
and he was going to deal with that someday, really he would, but…

He
breathed deep of the piney forest air and bit off another hunk of bread.

In
a way, he mused, they were all terribly alike. Outcasts, misfits, a part of
them adrift in one sense or another. Well, save for that peasant woman, maybe.
Some of them tried to hide it, but just because he had one eye didn’t mean he
couldn’t see for shit. But, here, together, well…

“Hiravias!”
the Watcher called. “Hey, Hiravias!”

He
jerked from his reverie and rubbed the stump of his right ear. “Yeah, what is
it?”

She
grinned. “Thought you’d fallen asleep for a moment there. We’re about to head
out. You ready?”

“Sure.
Be down in a minute!”

He
swung over the branch and started down the tree, hiding his smile against the
bark.

Together,
they all belonged.

Fictober – Day 8

iseliadragonwill:

Prompt: “I know you do.”

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“Ignis…you know I think you’re beautiful, right?”

Hands smooth over the folds of silk that drape his frame–lithe, but deceptively strong–and accentuate every subtle curve of muscle, every line of bone. Hungering need restrained for now by a purpose much more intimate and heartfelt, they quest downwards. The sash at his waist comes undone, deft fingers working the knot until fabric falls away, revealing swaths of ivory skin cast in moonlight.

“I know you do, Noct.”

It’s only half a lie. He’s never had a reason to doubt Noctis and would never want to, but even years have not made him entirely comfortable with how his body has changed. His scars are a point of pride, not beauty–a physical reminder of his devotion.

…but there’s beauty in devotion, he supposes.

Emeralds peek through unkempt bangs. That familiar trance comes over him as he watches Noctis tend to every scar once given in his service. With every kiss he remembers a story, a fight, a sacrifice; pieces of himself so freely given away, now returned to him, forged in light and love.

Noctis’s lips leave his skin, reverence softening his features as he looks into Ignis’s eyes. “Good, but I’m going to keep reminding you until you believe it.”

Thoughts

ariela-of-aedyr:

I dub thee… Mutual Pining!

Just a short and completely self-indulgent Aloth x Ariela thing, set sometime not too long after their reunion in Deadfire.

He’d worried that it might be awkward, travelling with her again. It had been so long, after all, and they were halfway across the world from the place where they’d first met. So much was sure to have changed. And for all he knew that she had only been teasing him when she’d scolded him for not staying in touch during their years apart, he couldn’t help but worry that there’d been something besides humour in Ariela’s eyes during their reunion. Hurt, perhaps, that he’d left her? Or disappointment that he’d never returned? …Either way, it had left him feeling complicated. 

Because despite all of his worrying and over-thinking, it felt nice to be around her again. It felt comfortable. Natural. Like they’d never been parted. With her sitting at the end of his bunk, quietly reading through a novel, he felt more relaxed than he had in years. Like he could just be himself for the first time in forever.But therein lay another problem. If she-

Fye, a dinnae conne how the lass puts up with yer ninnying!

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carolyncaves:

Fictober Day 8: “I know you do.”

Metadata: FFXV fanfiction, standalone story, Ignoct, 390 words

(prompt list here)

Ignis awoke at five in the morning on the day of Leviathan’s rite. It was a bit earlier than he needed to rise, but there was a lot at stake. He hoped to find a moment of stillness by himself on the balcony of their suite. Watch the sun rise over waters of Altissia as he drank his coffee.

Instead he found Noct in the sitting room, already awake. The suite featured a particularly luxurious sectional, but Noct sat forward with his elbows propped on his knees.

“You’re up early,” Ignis said.

Noct shrugged. “More like still up.”

“Ah,” Ignis said, as neutrally as he could. He circled the sofa at a nonthreatening pace and lowered himself down next to Noctis. Close enough that their hips brushed.

“You don’t need to tell me I needed the sleep,” Noct said defensively. “I get it. I just … couldn’t rest.”

“It’s all right,” Ignis said, his reflexive refrain when things were anything but. “In any case, berating yourself over it is hardly going to help.”

“The last two, I feel like I’ve been barely scraping by. Leviathan will be harder. I just. Everything depends on this. What if I don’t have what it takes?”

Ignis reached over and took one of Noct’s hands in his own. “You do. I know you do.”

Noct squeezed Ignis’ hand. “How?” he whispered.

“Because I love you,” Ignis said, pressing his mouth to Noct’s hand. “Because I know you. Because I have seen what you can do. This is within your power, Noct, I know it is. Simply trust me.”

Noct leaned into Ignis. “I always do,” he said, and his body trembled a little under Ignis’ hands, but his voice was firm.

They sat there for a while together. Then Ignis coaxed Noct to lie back with him on the sofa and try to get some rest. Noctis was reluctant, but he propped his head on Ignis’ chest as instructed and before long he drifted off.

Ignis held him as the sun rose. Slouched down against the sofa cushions as they were, he couldn’t see the windows, and he could hardly have risen to draw the curtains even if he could. But slowly the room grew golden around them, and Noct slept peacefully in the crook of his arm. That would be enough.

Off road vehicle.

dark-ruby-regalia:

“Hey Ignis, you do remember this is an off road vehicle, right?”

“Of course.”

“So you could, you know, not stay between the lines all the time?”

“Where’s the challenge in that?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I like driving this very big and very stupid car in the most affectedly civilised way possible.”

“Wow, you are serious.”

“Besides, the look on peoples’ faces when we pull up behind them is endlessly amusing.”

“Yeah OK, fair point.”

“Also, I don’t need to play leapfrog with a boulder to compensate for some deficiency in my knickers.”

“Oh my gods, Iggy, this is my dad’s car!”

“It most certainly is not! Your father’s car was a luxury sedan painted a stately Lucian black. This – monstrosity – is an obnoxious fire-spitting abomination, entirely too excessive in every measure, and you’ve painted it some kind of… sparkly… pink.”

“It’s dark ruby! And I thought you liked it!”

“I do, I love it.”

“Has good suspension too…”

“…True.”

“You wanna pull over for a sec?”

“…Yes.”