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HighSpecs Week Day 4-Shopping/Illness: All The Things You Do To Me
Here’s my first shot at writing a pregnancy! Like seriously, along with Noct and Luna, Iggy and Ara would have some damn good looking kids. So what better way to write but for HighSpecs Week? I’ve written a couple pieces before on HighSpecs Babies, so go ahead and check out out my writing tag for them! This is set way after my Day 1 fic, btw. But anyways, on to the story!
Aranea tried to stretch out her back, but the kid inside her had other ideas as it gave her a swift kick to the ribs, causing her to flop back down on the bed with a huff. She gave a petulant glare to the mound that was her belly under the sheets as she resigned herself to a couple more minutes in bed. “Seriously, kid? I can’t do anything without you saying I can. Ugh…” Being 7 months pregnant was getting on her nerves, and she only knew that she was going to get bigger until the baby came out. She loved Ignis, she really did, but dammit, this kid he had put in her was not being all that loveable right now.
A violent sneeze and fit of coughing consumed her for a good ten minutes before she could breathe normally. It felt really shitty that on top of being hugely pregnant, she was sicker than a dog. Fumbling for the tissue box kept perpetually next to their bed, she loudly blew her nose followed by more coughs. Ignis had best hurry up with the meds and food…
Ignis let out a sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose and felt as if the situation could not get any bleaker. In addition to only being able to secure a few days’ worth of the medicine needed to combat Aranea’s cold, ingredients were in short supply due to the foraging groups running into a particularly nasty pack of daemons on the way back to Lestallum. They were awaiting repairs by the mechanic Cindy, who had taken his friends Prompto and Gladiolous, along with several other Hunters to the site of the crash to help get the much-needed supplies back to the city. He had just about volunteered himself to go along and help the rescue party, but was eventually forced to stay behind so he could care for Aranea in her sick condition. Grateful though he was that he could spend time with his wife, he would’ve liked the situation to be far different from what it was currently.
Ignis jest let out another huff and turned back to the grocer he had been haggling with. Worrying over the problem would not help solve it, so he went ahead with just dealing with it. Being blind made him no less perceptive in his dealings with the market vendors, and he was quickly able to figuratively spot the holes in the supplier’s arguments. Finally, he got the answers and food he had been looking for after negotiating back and forth, and set out to return home after being gone all morning. He gathered the meager items his trip to the markets had furnished and trudged his way back to the apartment, taking the well-memorized path along the streets. “Well, we’ll see how long this lasts…”
After finally reaching his doorstep and searching for his keys, Ignis shouldered the front door open and stumbled his way inside. “Ara! I’ve finally returned. So sorry for taking so long!” He managed to guide himself to their kitchen table and deposited his wares onto its surface. A quick rummage through the bags found the medicine for Aranea, and he made his way to their bedroom.
“Thank the Six, Specs. I was getting worried.” Ignis could hear the smile in her voice as he walked to her side of the bed and sat down beside her gently. Taking two of the pills, he placed them in her waiting hand heard her gulp them down with water from the glass she held. He placed it back on the table once she handed it to him, and was soon assaulted by her cuddling into his side. “You’re one heck of a lifesaver, you know that?”
“I do try, my love,” he chuckled, situating himself on the bed so she could fully curl into his broad chest. Ignis rubbed her back lovingly and it elicited a groan of comfort from his pregnant wife. “How have you been today, Ara?”
“Kinda shitty. Couldn’t seem to get out of bed today.” Her cough shook them both and he hugged her tight to comfort her. “Doesn’t help that the kid has been using me as kickboxing practice all damn morning.” In response, he moved to place a large hand over her swollen belly, feeling the little one give another sharp kick.
“I believe they get that from you.” A playful slap of his shoulder caused him to laugh and cheerfully kiss the top of her braided hair. “We’ll have our hands full with them, that’s for sure.”
Aranea hummed and placed a kiss on his neck. “Wish they’d hurry up and get here. This whole bedridden thing is driving me nuts…”
“Be patient, my love. You’ll be back to normal in no time.” Ignis gave her one last kiss on her forehead and gently removed himself from her embrace. “As for now, how does some soup sound?”
“Sounds lovely, Iggy. Hop to it.” Chuckling to himself, he made his way to their kitchen, his hand trailing along the wall like an old habit. Whenever his wife wanted something, she almost always got it, and he didn’t mind giving her what she wanted in the slightest.
Aranea watched as the handsome figure of her husband disappeared down the hallway and gave off a huge sigh. Man, not only had she landed a stud, he had some damn good cooking and fighting skills to boot. It must be the hormones raging through her, but she loved that she was carrying his kid. And more so than ever she wanted to be holding the little bugger in her arms. This motherhood thing might be the best thing that had ever happened to her. Well, besides Ignis, of course. As if reading her thoughts, the baby inside her pressed softly against her hand on her belly. “Yeah, yeah, kid, I love ya too.” Hardened badass that she was, Aranea always held a soft spot for romance and family, and she had to be the luckiest woman in the world to have found both.
#highspecsweek#highspecs#Ignis x Aranea#Ignis Scientia#Aranea Highwind#TabbyCatScribbles#This one took a bit but it's done!#I love the thought of Iggy and Ara having babies#Because you know those kids are gonna look soooo gorgeous#All of them with green eyes and good looks#ahem sorry getting ahead of myself#Iggy and Ara are also totally the sickeningly sweethearts couple#but only in private of course
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HighSpecs Week Day 2-Rainy Days/Teamwork: What Is This?
Okay, on to the second day! I think I’m going to try and connect all of my fics this week into each other, so this is set way before my Day 1 fic, but will be followed by a direct sequel in my Day 6 fic, and so on. Hope it’ll be easy enough to follow. But anywho, onto the fic and be warned, this is gonna get angsty! Have fun!~
The rain didn’t seem to be letting up, and Ignis knew that visibility would be poor for the woman fighting next to him, let alone his own missing sight. It irritated him to no end that they were stuck fighting horde upon horde of feral creatures when they just wanted to get back to the campsite to rest. The days were getting shorter and soon there would be no light from the sun, and this in turn embolden not just the daemons that roamed the night, but also the regular fauna of the daytime hours. Ignis, and his erstwhile companion Aranea, were now embroiled with a vicious pack of Sabretooths after just finishing with a particularly nasty group of Coeurls. Gripping his daggers tighter and gritting his teeth into a snarl, he tried hard to discern where the animals were with just his hearing. It was hard without his sight to aid him, and to this day he cursed himself for being careless enough to lose it.
“Ignis! On your right! 4 o’clock!” Aranea had called out the location of the beast and he was grateful to have her fighting by his side. His head snapped around as he let his daggers fly into the meaty flesh of the dog who had let out a dying howl as the metal sank in. Quickly retrieving the weapons with a flip, his quick and practiced movements took down each foe with his daggers finding hide with a sick thud. Aranea was constantly beside him, barking out directions and doing her own fair share of the fighting with her lance. In no time the pack was down for the count and once again they tried making their way back to the drenched camp.
“Damn things just don’t stay down, do they?” Aranea was huffing beside him, the constant battles taking a toll even on her well-trained body. “Assholes. And this rain is definitely not helping things.”
“You’re quite right, so the sooner we get to camp, the better.” Ignis couldn’t help but let the irritation he felt at their situation slip into his tone. He was tired, hungry, and in need of a damn good rest.
Aranea gave off a hmph as they pressed onward, and by the sound of her footsteps on the wet ground had pulled ahead of him. “You go that right, bud. Now keep moving, soldier!”
He squinted his unseeing eyes at the backside he surely knew was in front of him. Since when was he one of her soldiers?
A strangled roar caught them both off guard and before they knew it, a Behemoth of all things had come charging at them through the downpour. Its grand entrance was punctuated by Aranea’s shout of something incoherent before Ignis was shoved to the side. He heard the crunch and yell of the woman who had gotten hit by the monster’s paw, and dread filled his heart.
“ARANEA!” Pulling himself up from the muddy ground, he charged at the beast with a hoarse yell of his own. He thought he had managed to dodge another strike of its massive paw, but the tell-tale sound of his pants being shredded and the pain lancing up his left leg told him he hadn’t been so lucky. Ignis fell into a messy roll across the ground and futilely tried to shove against the mud to get up again. The pain from his wound was clouding his judgement and he was starting to panic. He needed to get up, he needed to save her, he needed to-
“IGNIS, YOU IDIOT!” An audible slice against the thick hide of the beast rang out and it bellowed once more. A rough pair of gloved hands lifted him up from the ground, and he could feel Aranea straining at the effort to get him out of the silt. “I ain’t fighting this thing by myself because your dumb ass decided to be a hero!” Getting him to his feet, he felt a lance being shoved into his hands as she ran to get the Behemoth’s attention once more. “Use what I taught ya and let’s kill the bastard!” Another thunk sounded, and the creature sloshed away from Ignis as it turned to the source of the irritation. “HEY DIPSHIT, OVER HERE!”
The blind man was well and truly pissed now and followed the Dragoon’s lead in the fight once more. He was being a burden again and hated himself for it. He had no idea how bad his or Aranea’s injuries were, but he knew they had to end the fight with all haste. The lance was still a heavy weapon in his hands, but he kept up his strikes with a ferocious velocity. Aranea was doing her damndest to keep the fiend occupied as he heard her calling out and dodging in time with the monster. Ignis wished he could see her to know if she was in need of help but had to keep to the back to focus on taking it down. One well-placed slice took out its tendon on its back-left leg, and the pair took this as their time to end it. A splash echoed as Aranea took to the skies and Ignis too launched himself up Behemoth’s backside towards its head. In tandem, they both came down on the beast’s neck, their lances being buried up to the shaft in flesh and blood.
With one final gurgled cry, the fiend collapsed in a heap onto the water-logged ground. The two combatants struggled to catch their breath and Ignis could tell from Aranea’s labored breathing that she had gotten hurt worse than he had feared. Without a word, they managed to tread wearily back to the campsite, their steps heavy but fast. It had been one hell of a day, and it was only going to get worse.
As soon as they stepped into the protective ring of the camp’s barrier, Aranea let out a dreadful cough and nearly collapsed. Ignis was there to catch her, and felt even through her armor that she had some broken ribs. Guiding the weary woman into the tent, Ignis tried to rummage around for the first aid supplies. Finally finding them in the corner, he crawled back over to Aranea’s side and began undoing the clasps on her chest piece. Her hand shot out to stop him, and Ignis was nearly done dealing with her stubbornness. “Aranea, if I don’t get this off you, your ribs will-”
“I know, dammit, but your leg is worse!” The clanking of her armor and the sharp yelp soon after indicated to him that she had tried to get up.
A firm push against her shoulder was enough to send her back sprawling on the ground, and Ignis continued getting the damned piece of metal off of her torso. “My leg will have to suffer a bit longer.” The woman’s protest was cut off into a cry of pain as Ignis finally removed the offending piece and had immediately crushed a potion against her side. He could smell the acrid scent around him and knew indeed his leg was getting worse from the blood loss, but he had to suffer to make sure she was okay. It was his fault that she got injured. He didn’t hear the damn beast coming over the rain.
Before he knew it, he too was shoved to the ground with a pained gasp escaping him. His left pantleg was being torn away from the gash on his leg and a potion was soon crushed next to it. The healing waves of magic into the wound nearly made him kick out from the pain of it being mended, but he soon realized through the haze that Aranea was holding his leg down with one hand. Once the vial had worked its magic, bandages were being swiftly wrapped around his leg as he tried to finally say something. “Aranea! Your chest nee-”
“I know, dumbass. But any longer of you babying me you would’ve lost too much blood.” The hands tying the linen were harsh, and he bit back a yell, tasting blood in his mouth. “Try to be a good boy, okay?”
“Fine then.” As soon as the last bit of the fabric was tucked into place, Ignis swiftly got up into a seated position and grabbed at Aranea’s shoulders. “Your turn to be babied.” He could feel her struggling weakly but he persisted in starting to bind her chest in bandages as he reached for the kit.
“Fine then,” he heard her spit back at him as he began his work. The blind man had to rely on touch to get the fabric in the right place around her torso, but he was too mad to even try and consider that he was basically fondling her.
Once done with the bandages, they both decided to turn in for the night with a few terse words and frustrated noises between the two of them. The day was just horrible and Ignis had no idea why it went so bad. Just what the hell was wrong with him? What was this thing between them now? What in the name of the Six was going on?
#highspecs#highspecsweek#Ignis x Aranea#Ignis Scientia#Aranea Highwind#TabbyCatScribbles#two fics in one day nice!#But I think I'm good for today#yes total cliffhanger but I'll be following it up on Day 6!#So stay tuned and I hope you like it :)#Hope the angst wasn't too weak or anything
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HighSpecs Week Day 1-Moving In/Drinking Together: One More For The Night
I am sooooo sorry this is late for the first day of my FF XV OTP week! I had work and a family event going that day so I had no time to write! But now I’ve got three days off so I’m gonna be writing up a storm. Ignis and Aranea are my top OTP besides Noctis and Luna, and Cindy and Prompto. They just fit so well together and I can’t get enough of them! A special thank you and shoutout goes to my dear HighSpecs Capitan, Eszter! You inspired me with your love of Ignis and Aranea, and I can’t wait to write all about them! Well, here’s the first story, so enjoy!
The last box was placed on the ground with a heavy thud and Ignis soon rose to stretch his aching back. Rubbing his practiced hands against his protesting muscles, he sighed as he realized the moving in was finally done. How could a girl have so much stuff in this dire time? The world was in the middle of an apocalypse, with the skies blotted out by the Starscourge, and yet Aranea had enough clothing to clothe a small battalion it seemed.
“Hope you didn’t throw out your back there, Specs.” The rough voice of his companion came from his right and he turned to face her. Being blind he couldn’t see Aranea, but he had come leaps and bounds with adapting to his other senses ever since losing his sight three years ago. He felt her hand wrap around his arm and her head leaning against his shoulder. Her long hair tickled against his bare arm and he held her hand against his skin. “We’re finally home, huh?”
“Indeed we are, my love.” Ignis chuckled as Aranea tightened her hold on him and he in turn moved his right arm around her strong waist. “I would have never thought that we would be living together. Let alone falling in love.” A kiss on her head punctuated his last sentence and Aranea in turn kissed him underneath is chin in response.
“You took the words right out of my mouth, handsome.” The sensation of a smile against his neck greeted him as she nuzzled for a moment before pulling away. Tugging gently on his arm, the Dragoon guided her blind love to sit on their worn-down couch. “C’mon, let’s celebrate!”
“With what, pray tell?” The man was intrigued over what his love meant, and was only met with the sounds of a laugh, the clinking of the glasses, and the pop of a wine bottle. “Wait, you have alcohol?” Among other commodities, alcohol was rare in the now impoverished world, and it boggled his intelligent mind as to how the ex-Imperial Dragoon had acquired some.
“Yep! I figured that this was a special enough occasion to break into my secret stash.” That explained it. Ignis didn’t need his sight to practically hear the wink Aranea tossed his way. There was a splash of liquid in glasses, and her padded footsteps across the carpet as she took her seat next to him. A cooled glass was pressed into his waiting hands as she snuggled closer and brought her glass next to his. “Cheers, love. And to many more!”
“Cheers.” Clinking their glasses together, Ignis brought the glass to his lips and took a quick sip. The aroma of grapes and the sweet taste of the wine soon engulfed him and he allowed himself a satisfied hum. It was a good quality red wine and Ignis couldn’t have asked for a better person to share it with than the one next to him.
They had made quite the tenacious pair at first. Ignis was still reeling from losing Noctis to the Crystal along with his brothers-in-arms, Gladiolous and Prompto, as the three escaped from the Imperial Capital of Gralea. They had managed to make it back to Lestallum in one piece and shortly after went their separate ways to help the people deal with the coming disaster. Gladiolous had departed with other Hunters to start bringing people to the city, a quick word of encouragement to his companions being all he had to say before leaving. Prompto had elected to head to Hammerhead to warn the people and to make sure Cindy was all right, no doubt, and gave his best wishes to Ignis on his new mission of intel gathering. Left behind, blind, and alone in the now unfamiliar city, Ignis stumbled quite literally across Aranea in a stroke of luck, or perhaps fate. Thinking of no other alternative, he begged the mercenary in an uncharacteristic display of brokenness to help train him to fight without his eyesight. He felt useless beside Gladiolous and Prompto and knew he would be more of a hindrance than a help to the people around him in need of aid. Shocked and intrigued by the once stoic man crying his eyes out in front of her, Aranea had agreed, and the two had been inseparable ever since. Prompto and Galdiolous had always come back to the city to check up on Ignis and see whatever information he had dug up to help fight. The two had at first been shocked to see the Dragoon right beside their old friend, but as it became a regular sight for them, the boys couldn’t help but agree that it was natural that Aranea and Ignis were a thing. They had noticed the chemistry between the two, and even though Prompto had a small crush on the mercenary and Gladiolous had a passing interest in her, it was agreed she was the best match for Ignis. Her stubbornness got through to the Royal Advisor in ways the boys never could, and Aranea had lit a fire into the once despondent man with her training and constant companionship. Of course, that same stubbornness had caused no end of friction between them until the fateful mission a year ago finally brought them together as a couple.
Said second half of their couple was now pouring herself a second glass of wine, and was asking Ignis if he too wanted a refill. Brought out of his reminiscing with a smile in her direction, he acquiesced to her proposal and lifted his now empty glass for her to fill. Settling back down into his side, Ignis wrapped his arm around Aranea as she curled herself up on the couch. Life it seemed couldn’t get much better than this and he very much liked it that way. There was no telling how long it would take his King and dear friend to gather the power he needed to defeat the Chancellor once and for all, so Ignis decided to relish the small moments of comfort he had with Aranea; before they both were inevitably thrust back into the chaos of the world. Though he was always devoted to Noctis, Ignis found that he had more than enough room in his heart for Aranea and living together was just the next, natural step in their relationship. A relationship Ignis could feel would last both his and Aranea’s lifetime.
Also as a small note, I’ll be finishing up my last three entries for NoctLuna Week and posting them up soon! I’m so late with them and I apologize. Work and life sucked ass for me, but I’m determined to get them out for people to read along with HighSpecs!
#highspecs#highspecsweek#Ignis x Aranea#ignis scientia#Aranea Highwind#TabbyCatScribbles#Phew finally done#wanted it to be short and sweet to get back in to the roll of things#I love Ignis and Aranea so damn much#I hope I did them justice!
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NoctLuna Week Day 2-Noctis’s Birthday: A New Star
Finally done with Day 2! Sorry it was so late, since work kicked my ass and this story was too lol I nearly went to description-y on it but pulled myself back to focus on the two main subjects, Noctis and Lunafreya. So, enjoy and have fun and hopefully tomorrow will come out easier to me xD
“Happy Birthday!” The shouts came from all around him and the party poppers rained down confetti and sparkles. King Noctis just laughed, happy to be surrounded by his friends and loved ones. By some strange twist of fate, or perhaps Bahamut decided to be nice for a change, Noctis had been given a chance to live again on Eos. His beloved home had come a long way in the two short years since he had returned, and three years since he had sacrificed himself. Surrounding him were not just his stalwart allies who had survived the ten years of darkness, but also those who had been saved by his light by curing their daemonification. And the one person he cherished more than he could ever imagine was by his side, hugging him softly around the waist.
“Another year older, hmm?” His wife and beautiful Queen, Lunafreya, was as radiant as ever in her white blouse and black skirt with the new gray knitted shawl she wore lovingly draped over her shoulders. Noctis had been incredibly shocked upon awakening to see that not only was he alive again but that Luna had been given a chance to live alongside him. Their powers as Oracle and Chosen King were gone, but in their place was their lives. And Noctis figured that was more than enough for him and Luna.
“Yeah, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Noct just hugged her closer and the party continued into the night with drinks and food aplenty. Galdiolous nearly flattened Noctis into the ground with a few slaps to the back, his smaller wife Floriana chiding him for being so rough while wrapped up in Gladio’s arm. Ignis had joined in the chastising as well, but his fiancé Aranea only told him to lay off, playfully smacking his shoulder from their curled-up position on the couch. Prompto just laughed and snuggled closer to his fiancé Cindy, who was trying to gently calm down him down in his drunken merriment but only wound up laughing along with him. Iris was chatting with Cor and Monica, Talcott close behind her while he conversed with Dino and Coctura, two of the Starcured and close friends to the king among others.
Luna had soon excused herself to the balcony and Noct had followed with worry etched into his face. Though the city was quiet now after the day’s festivities in the kingdom, the party behind him in his private chambers was as loud as ever even as he walked outside. He found her stroking the window basket filled with sylleblossoms overlooking the city in the cool night air. His queen had looked a bit pale and sickly over the past few days and tonight was not any different. "Luna? What's wrong? You still feeling sick?"
She then turned to him, with the most joyful smile on her face as she closed the distance between them. "Everything is perfect, my star." Taking his right hand, she placed it on her abdomen and stroked the back of his hand lovingly. "I found out today that, we are to be parents!"
"What!?" Noctis could hardly believe his ears or touch, but in an instant, it clicked. Wrapping Lunafreya in his arms with a shout of jubilation, it was the best birthday gift he could have ever received. He was going to be a dad! “That is amazing, Luna!” To even emphasize his point he had spun her around in a small circle, oblivious to the world except for the woman carrying his child.
Luna laughed along with him, holding on for dear life in his arms. “Yes, yes my star! Now please,” she patted his arm to be let down and gasped for breath. “Be gentle. I am as excited as you are, bu-“
“Gah! I’m sorry Luna, I got ahead of myself.” Noctis softly kissed her forehead and rubbed her back, his eyebrows knit together in consternation. “Are you going to be okay?”
“I will be fine.” Her demure smile assuaged the fears in his heart and they lovingly embraced. Parting, Lunafreya’s blonde hair shifted with her gaze as she looked over at the now silent gathering behind them. “Though I think we should tell our guests the good news as well.”
Chuckling, Noct could only agree and started to guide her back to their loved ones. “I think I scared them with how I acted. Some king I am, huh?”
“You are my king, and my husband.” She squeezed his hand in emphasis and walked steadily next to him. “But most of all, you are Noctis. I would be surprised if you had acted any differently.”
“True. And guess we better add ‘father-to-be’ to that list too.” The king smiled warmly and his queen returned it in kind, the pair entering the light of the room once more.
“What’s up?” Gladio cocked his head to the side with his arms crossed. Floriana nearly mirrored her husband’s expression with a hand on his arm.
“Is aught amiss?” Ignis frowned in confusion, his now-seeing eyes alight with curiosity and Aranea just as curious next to him.
“Hey, Noct, Luna, everything okay?” Prompto had perked up and was sitting attentively in his seat. Cindy had an eyebrow raised and was perched on the armrest next to her fiancée.
Grinning together and nodding, they both announced the happy news to their loved ones: “We’re going to be parents!”
The party once again erupted with shouts and the expecting couple was soon lost in a sea of hugs, well wishes, and congratulations. The talk very quickly shifted onto what the child would look like and it was a heated debate on whether the child would have black or blonde hair, if they would take after Noctis or Lunafreya more, or heavens forbid have Noctis’s temperament. Noctis was sure to stay by Luna’s side for the rest of the night, an arm never leaving her side. He held not one, but two lives next to him now, and he was not about to let anything happen to them. Noctis had his own little star to look forward to and he felt as if the world was a bit brighter; a world that he would cherish together with his child. His family.
#tabbycatscribbles#noctlunaweek#noctis lucis caelum#lunafreya nox fleuret#noctluna#lunoct#highspecs#cinprom#gladio x oc#prompto x cindy#ignis x aranea#Also a bit of Dino x Coctura Iris x Talcott and Cor x Monica!#Yes I like those ships xP#Any who hope you like this fluff!#Like I soooo want Noct and Luna to have kids you have no idea#Btw one of my fics this week will feature their children!#And yes that's plural lol
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NoctLuna Week Day 4-Chocobros Meeting Luna: When I See You Again
I’ve had this song stuck in my head while thinking of this fic, so that means feels time! I’m not gonna do another song fic like my first day fic, but it is inspired by this song. Also since the Festivals are going on, why not use them for this prompt? Well, the Moogle Chocobo Festival specifically, since I haven’t played the Assassin’s Festival yet. Be warned, this one is a bit of a long one and sorry it’s late. Well, enjoy!
Noctis let out a slow breath as he opened his eyes to the scene before him. He was back at the Moogle Chocobo Festival again just like his dream oh so long ago. He was even dressed in his old festival outfit with the yellow t-shirt but without the funny hat. But everything was different now then when he had visited last time. He had sacrificed himself to save Eos, had aged ten years trying to gather the power to do so, and had left his friends and brothers behind. He even had a human companion this time as Lunafreya blinked in the sunlight, her lithe hand shielding her sight from the sun. She too had noticed the fanciful decorations around them and turned to her husband with a questioning look.
“My star, is this Altissia?” Luna frowned as she looked about again and at her new yellow chocobo dress. He could tell that she was surprised by the festivities, the people, and her new outfit. Plus, the live chocobos kwehing by the prize counters weren’t helping matters.
“Yeah, it’s Altissia. But I’m thinking it’s more of a dream.” Noct sheepishly swept some of his longer black hair out of his face. “I’ve been here before when this festival was going on.”
“Truly? Then, would you know why we’re here?” Luna still had unabated questions and had fully turned to him now for the answers.
Noct just chuckled, sending some of his fringe back into his face as he shook his head. “Even when I was here way back when I never really found out ‘why’. I tried asking Carbuncle but he wouldn’t answer me.”
“Carbuncle, the Messenger? I had never known he was connected to you…” She sighed and placed a hand over her heart in contemplation. “It would seem he was as Pyrna and Umbra were to me as he is to you, Noctis.” Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she glanced over at him with a smile now gracing her lips. “But no matter now. I believe that since we are here, we should enjoy this carnival.” Her smile broadened as she started to walk into the light, warmly taking his hand to usher him along.
“Sounds like a date.” Noct had a similar grin on his face and even snickered as she stumbled at the thought of his words. They loved each other deeply and had even gotten married here in the afterlife; but they both were still getting used to the idea that they were together finally. Gripping her hand tighter to help her up, he took the lead to show her the wonders that had now decorated the city.
They ventured to and fro through the streets, taking in as many as the attractions as they could. Luna let out her musical laugh every time Noct got excited about catching a tagged fish only to come up with no tag at all. Noct had an equal opportunity to laugh back at her when she was determined to get the high score with the shooting minigame. They laughed together when trying to catch a runaway chocochick and went sent sprawling into a fountain. It was a time filled with laughter and not a care in the world.
Chirp chirp!
Noctis stopped browsing through the prizes at the counter that he was looking to get with his medals when the sound interrupted him. Craning his neck about, he finally spotted the fluffy blue fox creature sitting on the pier. “Niveus!” He immediately approached the fox and crouched down to pet him, which Niveus allowed with gusto. “I was wondering where you were at, buddy.”
“Niveus? Oh! Is that Carbuncle?” Luna had gracefully squatted next to him and giggled at the sight of an almighty Messenger accepting belly rubs from The King of Light.
“Y-Yeah, that’s my nickname for him.” Noct continued scratching Carbuncle on his belly as the fox merrily squeaked in happiness. Though all too soon he rolled back to his feet and shook himself off. Indicating to Noctis’s right front pants pocket, he chirped out what sounded like an exclamation.
“Oh right, you can talk through my phone. Hang on a sec…” Rooting the device out, he surprised to even still have a phone on him. Then again, this place was special and anything could happen. Activating the messenger app, he noticed out the the corner of his eye that Luna was reading over his shoulder as well at what Carbuncle had sent him.
Sorry I took so long to see you! I had a few friends to bring with me this time!
“Friends?” Noct looked up and regarded Niveus with a confused look. “You mean me and Luna, right?” He was a bit shocked when the fox shook his head no, and redirected his attention to his phone to read the next text.
You both will see! They’ll all be arriving at the pier soon, so you might wanna step back!
“Who…” The king merely gave a shake of his head and stood up, bringing Luna to a standing position with him. “Always with the surprises and unanswered questions, huh old friend?” Carbuncle just chirped happily at him and he gave a small roll of his eyes. “C’mon Luna, let’s do what he says.”
“Well, all right.” His queen was frowning as they obligingly took a few steps back while watching the pier. “I wonder who Niveus meant…”
Their questions were soon answered when after blinking a couple of times, a multitude of people instantly appeared on the dock. They all look shocked and completely befuddled as to where they were. Noctis couldn’t believe his eyes and, judging from the loud gasp Luna had let out, she didn’t either.
It was their friends and family, their loved ones who had passed on and the others who were still yet living: Noct’s friend and Shield Gladiolous was shaking his head in disbelief while a woman frowned in concern at him. His best friend Prompto was glancing around at all the decorations as their mechanic companions Cid and Cindy followed his example. His advisor Ignis was blinking up into the sky with the mercenary Aranea by his side. Luna’s brother Ravus blearily rubbed his eyes and their maid Maria was on the brink of tears to see him again. The reporter Dino stumbled over a plank and the cook Coctura was there to catch him as the Marshal himself, Cor, had an unnerved expression for once with his second in command Monica inspecting the surrounding area. Sania the biologist was gazing in wonder at the city along with the lead Hunter Dave while the journalist Vyv couldn’t stop taking pictures. Iris, Galdio’s little sister and Noct’s friend, wearily took in her surroundings with Talcott, the butler and friend to Iris’s family, right next to her, and three old Kingsglaive soldiers, Nyx, Crowe, and Libertus, rejoicing at the sight of one another. Lastly, Noctis’s father, King Regis, and Lunafreya and Ravus’s mother, Queen Sylva, smiled warmly at their children and the gathering of their companions.
Noctis was paralyzed in surprise of seeing them all again, even the ones he barely had even known in life. Luna was crying joyfully with her hands over her mouth, and nearly collapsed to her knees had Noct not unfroze himself and kept her standing.
“C’mon, let’s go see them again…” Taking a deep breath, he guided himself and Luna through the small crowd to the group, Niveus skittering along behind them. Coming to stop just short of the landing, the king put on the biggest smile he could and greeted his friends. “Hey you guys!”
“NOCT!” Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto all roared in unison as they charged into Noctis, landing in a pile of hugs and tears. Iris, Talcott, Cindy, Cor, Monica, and Regis were joining into the hug pile soon after, as Cid, Dino, Coctura, Sania, Dave, Vyv, Aranea, Gladio’s companion, Nyx, Crowe, and Libertus all happily watched on. Luna was similarly pulled into a tearful hug by her brother, mother, and maid which she returned with aplomb.
The introductions were soon made once they all had calmed down and the situation was explained to the best of Noct and Luna’s abilities with Niveus chiming in. Once pleasantries and bygones were dealt with, as Ravus was forgiven for his disastrous deeds and apologized profusely, with Aranea giving her side of the story and was vouched for by Ignis of all people, and the three Glaives aired their grievances and soon accepted what had happened, it was decided that all present would make the best of whatever time they had at the Moogle Chocobo Festival. Striking off, most of the group pulled forward with Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto staying close to Noct and Luna.
“So you’re the great Lady Lunafreya, huh?” Gladio gave an approving smirk to the woman in question, as the other woman holding his hand, who had been introduced as Floriana, giggled.
Lunafreya gave a bow of her head and smiled back warmly. “Yes, but please, call me Luna.” She swept her gaze among the three men and the women who accompanied them. “It’s an honor to meet my husband’s closest friends and brothers.”
“The honor is all ours, La-I mean, Luna,” stuttered Ignis with a small blush as Aranea snickered next to him while she held his arm. “You’re as radiant as I remember seeing in the papers.”
“Man! I can’t believe you two actually got married like you wanted!” Prompto had pouted a bit at the thought of not being with his friend when he got married, but had perked right back up thanks to Cindy’s help as she walked beside him with her hand in his. “Wish I coulda been there with ya, but now’s better than never!”
“Well said, Prompto,” agreed Luna as they all made their way to catch up with the others. “I could not have said it better myself.”
“Yeah, it’s great to see you guys again.” Noctis was grinning from ear to ear and was the happiest he had ever been. His brothers were alive and were helping to rebuild the world, just like he had hoped they would. They had even found their perfect matches in Floriana, Aranea, and Cindy, and was sincerely hoping they’d all get married soon like he had with Luna. Sania, Dave, Vyv, Coctura, Dino, Iris, Talcott, Cor, Monica, Cid, and Libertus were also doing their part in the healing process, and Noct’s heart swelled at the thought. Though the remaining people of the group that had come to visit him and Luna were dead like them, Ravus, Regis, Sylva, Maria, Nyx, and Crowe had all promised to not be strangers in the Astral Realm now that they knew Noct and Luna were there with them.
Hours seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye, and yet Noctis, Lunafreya, and the ones they loved did not mind in the slightest. They all laughed together playing the carnival games and explored the city to their hearts’ content. At night, they found the best seats they could and watched the fireworks explode with color in the darkened sky. Noct had pulled Luna close, his brothers next to him, and silently thanked the Astrals and Carbuncle for giving him this chance to reunite with those he loved dearest. It was all he could have ever asked for.
#noctlunaweek#noctis lucis caelum#lunafreya nox fleuret#noctluna#lunoct#hints of HighSpecs CinProm and Gladio x OC!#Damn I was exhausted after work on Day 4 so this is a bit late xP#Day 5 will be late too but I will be sure to finish it tomorrow with Day 6!#Day 7 will be done the day of for sure!#But well hope you enjoy and boy is it a long one lol#tabbycatscribbles
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NoctLuna Week Day 1: First Meeting- Eyes on Me
I really love the Noctis and Luna are getting their own week here on tumblr! I have loved them since day one and I will be participating in the entire week. So thank you to the organizers of the week, and please enjoy my first entry!
I kind of liked it your way,
how you shyly placed your eyes on me.
Did you ever know that I had mine on you?
It was strange to meet the Prince of Lucis, even stranger still given the circumstances of their meeting. Princess Lunafreya regarded the young boy across from her with a curious look as he glanced down from in front of his father. He had come to her home of Tenebrae to heal after a grievous injury from a daemon and could barely stand even with his father’s support. Lunafreya could tell he had been sheltered and unaware of the world as the young boy fidgeted, with his rich black hair falling into his sight. She put on her warmest smile and smoothed over her white dress, calmly approaching the darkly dressed boy.
It was King Regis who made the first introductions as he cleared his throat and urged his son forward. “Come now, don’t be shy. Say hello to the princess.” The man always had a kind look on his face and had an even kinder demeanor. It served to endear Lunafreya to him, and she suspected the same for her family as her brother Prince Ravus and her mother Queen Sylva smiled a bit wider when greeted by the king. Regis gave his son a gentle squeeze to his small shoulders to reassure him as the light from the bay windows glinted off of his ring on his middle right finger. Witnessing the gesture, Lunafreya silently wished she had had a father like King Regis growing up before her thoughts were dashed away as the boy looked up.
Darling so there you are!
With that look on your face.
What she had first noticed were his brilliant blue eyes. They shone and shimmered in the afternoon sun and held a wide range of emotions. Shyness, disquiet, fear, pain, curiosity, all of it simmered within the depths of his sapphires. He had a rounded face and unrefined features befitting his age of 8, and was garbed in a black, short sleeved sweatshirt, with a black shirt, black shorts, and black shoes with white outlines and white socks. All in all, he was very cute and it made Lunafreya’s smile grow even wider.
As if you’re never hurt.
As if you’re never down.
This in turn caused the boy to finally grin as well, lighting up his once gloomy features. “I-It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Prince Noctis,” he gave a small bow which made her giggle, “and I’m happy to be here, Princess Lunaf-…” Noctis faltered over her name and had a look of consernation as he tried again. “Princess Lunaf-f-f…”
Shall I be the one for you,
Who pinches you softly but sure?
“Luna is just fine, Prince Noctis.” Luna giggled as she reached out her hand to the prince, taking his small hand in hers. “And I welcome you to my home. Welcome to Tenebrae.” Their eyes met then, blue on blue and she felt a deep connection from their gazes. Luna already knew he was to be the Chosen King and of the sad fate that awaited him later in life. But that was many years down the road and as the Oracle in training for him she wanted to be there for him now. She had vowed to stay by his side and what better way to start their partnership then by having him be comfortable as he recovered among the groves of her birthplace?
If a frown is shown then,
I will know that you are no dreamer.
Noctis had looked downtrodden soon after not being able to pronounce her name, but brightened up again after Luna’s words. His grip on her hand tightened and he nodded in ascent, his grin widening enough to show his teeth. “Thanks, and you can call me Noct if you want.” He cast an excited glance around her room before returning his attention back to her once more. “It’s really pretty here!”
His father was beaming along with his son and chuckled in relief. “Indeed it is, my son.” Beckoning to the glass doors leading outside with a twinkle in his sapphire eyes, he patted both of the young children on the shoulders. “Come, let us try walking around the garden if you are up to it, Noctis.” King Regis looked slightly troubled at something, but was quick to dismiss it when he noticed Luna had caught his glance. The burdens of ruling a kingdom never truly allowed him time with his son, and knowing his destiny only worsened the feeling of loss. All he could do was help his son heal, and raise him as best he could. Luna knew this and was more than willing to help the older king with his burdens.
So let me come to you
Close as I want to be.
They both were interrupted in their thoughts by an enthusiastic cheer from Noct who had already started toward the entrance to the garden. “Let’s go, Dad!” He had turned to look at them and nearly stumbled, but Luna was there to catch him. He sheepishly thanked her as he stood again and shook his head, his smile never leaving his face and the glint of happiness never leaving his brilliant blue eyes. “Do you mind showing us around, Luna? I wanna see what’s out there!” Luna could already tell that he was the same as her in that they both wanted to have time with their parents, and that he was practically leaping at the chance to be with his dad.
Close enough for me
to feel your heart beating fast
and stay there as I whisper
She gave a small incline of her head and matched his grin with her own. “I would be more than happy to, Noct.” Guiding her small retinue to the world outside, she once again took Noct’s hand and gave it a warm squeeze. “Please, feel free to lean on me if you tire.” With his nod, she led the way into the cool air of the outdoors. Her practiced steps took them to her favorite spot in her mansion: the field of sylleblossoms she had so lovingly cultivated.
Noct’s eyes had lit up in excitement and he had let go of her hand to crouch down and admire the flowers. Luna joined him with King Regis watching over the two of them, the feeling of ease washing over their small party. She was soon explaining all there was to her flowers and Noct was drinking in all of the information. His sapphires eyes never left her face as she talked, and she admitted she quite liked the admiration. She regarded him with a look of wonder with her own grey blue eyes, and they both smiled in companionship, their hands touching amidst the grass and sylleblossom flowers of the field.
how I loved your peaceful eyes on me.
And did you ever know that I had mine on you?
#noctlunaweek#noctis lucis caelum#lunafreya nox fleuret#lunoct#Okay I am so hyped for this week you don't even know#So hit there! Haven't written in awhile lol#work and life suck but this writing helps!#I can't wait for all of the entries this week!#I love Luna and Noct so damn much <3#Hope this cuteness of their first meeting helps!#And yes I used Eyes on Me from VIII in this fic because it fits them lol#noctluna#tabbycatscribbles
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NoctLuna Day 3: Lake Date-Would I Know That I Could
I'll edit this properly later as I'm on mobile and can't be arsed to get my computer going. But I may come back and do a proper story with this too, who knows. But I hope you enjoy this bit if poetry!
Would I know that I could.
The question, the thought,
plagued my mind.
Would I know that I could do anything to be with you?
Would I know I that could
hold your hand
As we walked through the brush.
Would I know that I could hold you close
As I lifted you up the rocks.
We had taken in the moonlit night
Hand in hand, heart to heart,
Nothing to come between us.
Would I know that I could show you my skills
As I tried to land the best one.
Would I know that I could impress you
As you laughed and cheered.
The fish would be strong but I stronger
Man versus fish, land versus water,
in my element as you watched.
Would I know that I could try my best to cook
As I hurriedly prepared the meal.
Would I know that I could still make you giggle
As you ate without nary a sneer.
We had talked and laughed over our stories
Tale for tale, word for word,
with the night drawing on.
Would I know that I could lend you my jacket
As the dark took a slight chill.
Would I know that I could make your heart flutter
As you accepted it with a blush.
We walked together around our lake
Arm in arm, beat for beat,
nothing more needing to be said.
Would I know that I could kiss you
As we had drawn to a stop.
Would I know that I could pull you closer
As you kissed me back with your love.
Breath for breath, yearning for yearning, love for love.
Would I know that I could never see you again
As I awoke with a gasp.
Would I know that I could only see you in my dreams now
As the tears start to fall.
Would I know that I could.
Would I know that I could...
#noctlunaweek#tabbycatscribbles#noctis lucis caelum#lunafreya nox fleuret#noctluna#lunoct#ok have some poetry because work kicked my ass and I wish I could do this better#but this will do because I haven't done poetry in FOREVER#hope it doesn't stink!#welp off to bed and hopefully I'll write longer tomorrow lol#and yes I did a sad and my heart hurts :'(
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Scars of the Heart
Orpheus leaned up, the joints in his back popping as he stretched from being hunched over his homework. He had been pouring over the arithmetic for over an hour now and still had his history pamphlets to get through. It had been a bit boring as he already knew most of the information thanks to learning it all from his dad. Being the son of such an intelligent man really did a number on his brain and spine though. Seriously, he wondered to himself as he rubbed the back of his neck, how does Papa do it?
The man in question soon nudged the door open to the living room, his arms full of groceries from his market trip. He looked a bit haggard with his hair flopping over into his eyes, brows pinched in concentration. Orpheus immediately jumped up to help and left his paperwork behind him. He honestly wanted to be rid of that headache for a little while.
“Hmph, it doesn’t get any easier…Oh!” Ignis startled when his son grabbed two of the bags that had been perched in his arms. He was quick enough to recover and offer a grateful smile as he made his way to their kitchen. “Why thank you, Orpheus. Would you mind helping me put away the supplies as well?”
“Sure! No problem, Papa!” Orpheus was quick to jump at the chance to hang out with his father. Ignis was constantly busy with helping run the city of Insomnia and Republic of Lucis in general. As such, he often did not have a chance to spend much time with his family, so every little moment counted. Together, father and son made quick work of the groceries, putting the items in their proper places all the while making small talk. “How was work? Did they finally get that law through?” Orpheus paused as he held one of the cans of vegetables, waiting for a response.
“With flying colors, actually,” Ignis smirked, placing the eggs and cheese into one of the drawers in the fridge. “The only problem that was holding most of the Senate back was the small tax hike needed to fund the hospital, but with a talk to the people, it was approved unanimously.” He stood up and stretched with a hand on his back, his joints cracking not unlike Orpheus’ own. “It turns out the outer lying citizens don’t mind paying a bit more in order for the hospital to be built in Cleigne. It would mean much more accessible healthcare to them and the Hunters of course.” He bent again to reach for the next bag, only to be stopped halfway by Orpheus, who was holding the bag up for him after taking care of the pantry goods.
“That’s awesome!” The kid beamed, his father returning it in kind as they finished storing the last of the food. “Really, it was a smart idea for you to suggest that hospital.”
“As much as I would like to take credit for the deed, I’m afraid it was President Leonis who originally thought of it.” Ignis tossed out the leftover bags and made his way over to the coffee table where Orpheus had abandoned his schoolwork, his son following behind him. “I merely helped to push it forward. Now then,” he gestured to the scattered papers, “let’s try to finish this before dinnertime, hmm?”
Orpheus tried to make another comment, but all that came out was a groan. I know Papa means well, but this stuff is kid’s work…, he mused as he reluctantly took his seat again. Picking up his pencil, he made to start the task once more when he noticed that his father had actually sat down next to him. “Papa?”
His tone of surprise made Ignis give another smirk. “What? Can’t a father help his child with his homework?”
“Oh, n-no, of course not; It’s just that…” I’m usually left to myself since you have work things to do…Orpheus intentionally left his last thought unspoken as he didn’t want to sound ungrateful for more time with his perpetually busy dad.
His father’s eyes shone with understanding, the skin around his right eye crinkling in concern while the scarring around his left eye prevented the same action. “I know, my son, but I believe it’s high time I tried to change that kind of behavior.” He quickly tried to pass off the worry with a grin but it did not reach his eyes. “Especially with you about to enter into middle school soon.”
Thanks to inheriting his father’s vast intelligence, Orpheus was only 8 years old but already well on his way to start 6th grade in the fall. In fact he was the smartest out of his siblings, but that by no means made them dumb, and he knew that fact quite well. It was a fact that he hated. It made him feel horrible for overshadowing his older sisters and brother as he was the youngest and the special treatment his father just decided to give him only made it worse.
Just for me, huh? Gee thanks Dad. Hope Lucie, Julian, and Fraxinea don’t throw a fit when they hear that. I get the brains while they get the brawn and I have to sit through lectures while they go out there doing something in the world…The child’s silence spoke volumes in the quiet room, and the scarred man next to him frowned in consternation.
Ignis tried to speak up to break the sudden chill. “Orpheus-”
“When will I get scars like you and Mom, huh Dad?” His father’s face was struck with awe at his son’s audacity and this only emboldened Orpheus to continue. “When can I fight instead of just doing all of these stupid worksheets and tests? All this thinking with no action? I want to be strong like Lucie, or Julian! Or like Fraxinea!” Orpheus’ voice grew steadily louder through his tirade until at the end he was shouting. “WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE SMART ONE? WHY CAN’T I FIGHT!?”
In an instant, Orpheus regretted what he said when he saw his father’s expression just crumble, as if his heart had been shattered to pieces. Though his rage had been building for months now over his somewhat forced accelerated learning, seeing his dad turn away in shame made him feel horrid about himself.
“Oh, Orpheus,” Ignis finally whispered, his normally powerful voice trembling with sadness, “you do not want these scars. They robbed me of my sight, and very nearly of my life.”
“Dad, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t…” His small hand tried to reach out to his father’s arm but abruptly dropped it, fearing a reprimand. It was Orpheus’ turn to be interrupted instead, his father still speaking in a wavering tone.
“I still thank the Six that my eyesight was returned to me just before your brother Julian was born, but those years spent in darkness were some of the most trying in my life.” Subconsciously, Ignis’ long fingers rubbed the scar over his eye, almost as if he was trying to scratch it away. “I was a burden to everyone, my brothers and my king, and failed horribly in my duty to be Noctis’ eyes and shield to the world. My other injuries barely let me continue with the journey, and had it not been for your mother being my light in the darkness, and your uncles for staying by my side, I fear I would…” He chocked then, the tears he had been trying to hold back now freely falling down his face and onto the parchment underneath him. “I fear I would have ended it all, and let Leviathan and that bastard have the last laugh for what they did to me…” He trailed off as his frame shook from his sobbing. The pain from his old memories and scars were plain on his face though he soon buried it in shame into his hands.
Similar streams of sorrow were raining down Orpheus’ face as he made to reach out to his father once more. He had heard only snippets of what had happened during the Starscourge Wars, as both of his parents had not wanted to recount their struggles. But seeing his dad freshly reliving the past because of his careless words before him broke his own heart. Without a word, he gently pushed Ignis’ hands out of the way and placed his own small hands over the wounded skin of the man’s face. Orpheus pulled him close and rested his forehead against Ignis’ in a gesture he had seen his mother Aranea do whenever he had spied on them. It was a small comfort to Ignis and it always seemed to calm him down whenever he seemed to be freaking out over things. It did the trick as Orpheus felt his father’s arms encircle him in a hug and the both of them stayed motionless for several moments.
“I’m sorry Papa.” Orpheus finally broke the silence when his and Ignis’ sniffles had subsided, pulling back slightly to look his father in his matching green eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. I just want to be there with you and Mom when you fight together against any bad guys. I want to be with Lucie when she hunts with her lance. I want to be with Julian as he trains with his daggers for the Shields. I want to be sparring with Fraxinea with our fists. I just…”
“I know, Orpheus.” His father had pulled him into another embrace, his hand brushing through his son’s honey brown hair. “I know how frustrated you feel. There have been many times in my life where I wanted to fight with physical means rather than words. And indeed I did so that you and your siblings may be able to live in a world free of darkness. But,” he slightly smiled as he released the boy again, “Even though you wish to be strong like us, you indeed already are.”
“I am?” His statement only served to throw Orpheus for a loop, the child’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Yes, you are. There is a great pride to be shown in learning about and understanding the world and people around you.” Ignis’ smile grew wider and his expression softened at last as encouraged his son. “Through that, you can fight for what you believe in, for the spoken word is a weapon in and of itself. It’s what I do every day at my job in the government and how I was able to help realize the construction of the hospital, among other things.” He chuckled, letting his speech sink in as the realization dawned on his child’s mien.
“Wait, yeah, you’re right!” Orpheus’ answering smile was just as brilliant as his father’s. He finally felt at ease having gotten his feelings off his chest, and could feel excitement at what his dad had just said. I really can be like Papa and Mama. I can fight just as hard as they do with my words to make Eos a better place!
“Well now.” Ignis gave a relaxed sigh and shifted, bringing both of their attentions back to the homework lying in front of them. “Since that is over, why don’t we work on this together? And after dinner, what do you say to helping me out with my own work? I think it’s high time I start training you much like your siblings in your own path.”
“Seriously? Dad, I’d love too!” Orpheus could scarcely believe his ears when he had heard his dad’s offering. He was going to get to be around his dad more and get to learn from him, just like he had wanted.
Ignis seemed to pause for a few seconds before adding on, “And, if you still want, I could deign to train you in the ways of combat as wel-“
His next sentence had been cut off as Orpheus tackled him into a tight hug and sent both tumbling to the floor. “You’re the best, Dad!”
“I do try!” Ignis’ busted up laughing as he returned his son’s enthusiastic glomp and they laid there trying to catch their breath before sitting back up again.
“I can’t wait to tell Mid!” Orpheus said about his best friend, the youngest child and only boy of the Argentum family, who was turning into quite the gunman like his father Prompto. “He’s gonna be so stoked!” And I get to spend more time with Dad just like he does with Uncle Prompto!
“I’m sure Midas will be, but as of now, let’s get started. Shall we?” Ignis shared in his son’s excitement, his eyes sparkling with emotion.
“You got it!” Eagerly Orpheus grabbed his pencil once more, and together father and son worked on conquering the beast that was homework. Their banter was relaxed and carefree as they solved problem after problem, wrote word after word. The joy and warmth were palpable to the two, and when the rest of the family came home from their own activities of work and school, they could feel it too. Aranea wrapped her arms around Ignis in a tight embrace as she was welcomed home, and Lucie, Julian, and Fraxinea all piled on top of Orpheus. Hearing the news of Orpheus’ new training, the family decided that dinner would be celebrated at their favorite restaurant. The siblings were all excited that their youngest brother would finally be training with them, and chattered amongst themselves as they got ready to go. The parents couldn’t be prouder of their kids as they ran about and gave each other knowing looks as they held hands. The scars of their pasts would always be there, but with their kids able to spend their days free of the nightmares they had faced, their hearts felt healed and whole once more.
#FF XV#Finally got this done ugh again#Like seriously writers block can go suck a dick#Ignis x Aranea#hint of Prompto x Cindy with their son Midas#child OC#I really hope Orpheus came out to be belivable#TabbyCatScribbles#but oh well on to the next one!#PS Also there's Cor Leonis as President!
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A Pleasant Discovery
It had been a long day of driving in the Regalia, and Ignis was more than happy to have the chance to stretch his legs. The royal entourage of Noctis, Gladio, Prompto, and Ignis had made the drive from Galdin Quay to Hammerhead to help deliver some sorely needed supplies as a favor to Cid and Cindy, and was now getting ready to set up camp. As a surprise, the trio of ex-Imperials of Aranea Highwind and her two subordinates Biggs and Wedge had accompanied them with their motorbikes. When asked as Gladio was packing up the last of the supplies at the port, Aranea mentioned that she wanted to make sure the parts for the new headlights that Cindy was making would get there in one piece. Though a little miffed for doubting the integrity of him and his friends, Ignis nevertheless welcomed the soldiers’ presence as they made their way to the garage. There had been a small herd of Garulas blocking the road, and with their help, the boys had no trouble clearing the way.
Now, after picking up groceries for themselves and their guests, Ignis was grabbing the last bag out of the trunk. Gladio was with Biggs, setting up the tents and such, Prompto had accompanied Ignis while shopping but ran off with Aranea and Cindy soon after, while Noctis went to get firewood with Wedge, and Cid was dozing off in one of the camp chiars. Reaching into the depths, oddly enough there was one more bag than the man had anticipated; tucked away behind the parcel he now carried.
“What the devil…?” he muttered as he bent low, bringing the bag out into the light of the late afternoon sun. It was a short, square box filled with an odd of assortment of pastries that he could only describe as donuts. Frowning, the advisor to the wayward prince knew that he had not purchased them with the other ingredients, leaving only…
“Prompto…” A sigh escaped the man as he shook his head and made his way back to the now erected campsite on the outskirts of Hammerhead. The boy had an incorrigible sweet tooth, and must have sneaked the box in with their purchases when Ignis had had his back turned. No doubt the blonde gunslinger would try to gorge himself on the snacks with the prince, Noctis, and completely spoil their dinner. Setting the food down on the dining table, Ignis had gone to check on the stove when lo and behold, Prompto popped up next to him, Aranea and Cindy in tow after taking a tour around the camp with the energetic ray of sunshine.
“Heeey, Iggy! Need any help?” The freckles on Prompto’s face were spread wide with his smile as he skipped up to the makeshift kitchen. Ignis wondered how on Eos he could have such boundless energy. And judging from the subtle glance the blondie threw at the girls, it was all to impress them.
“It would have been nice having some help carrying this lot from the Regalia, but it seems you’ll have to settle for helping cook.” The girls laughed at Prompto’s sputtering and sheepish look, and Ignis allowed himself a small smirk. He definitely took any chance he could to mercilessly tease the youngest member of their four-man band. It was a bit of a small game to them, kept them knitted together through jokes and jibs.
“If y’all need some more hands, I’ve two more right here!” Cindy, their loyal mechanic and friend, offered. Prompto had been smitten with her since day one of meeting her, and did everything he could to win her attention. Ignis sometimes wondered if she was just playing hard to get or if she honestly did not return the boy’s affections. Either way, she looked after the men as much as the Regalia and it was always a warm welcome from their travels.
The ex-Dragoon of the Imperials stepped around from the back stove, a cheeky grin playing on her visage. “Got room for one more? I’m just as handy with a knife as I am a spear.” A wink and a laugh at Ignis’ shocked expression, and the deal was sealed. Aranea had a way of getting what she wanted and it always left Ignis bewildered as to how. Women were dangerous and Aranea seemed to be a master at it.
Dinner thereafter was a quick affair as Ignis directed his three compatriots in the art of preparing their feast. Prompto was put on sauce and vegetable duty, Cindy on table setting and drinks, and Aranea on meat prep and grilling with Ignis assisting her in both. Aranea had not lied about her skill; easily slicing through the meat with precision as the bespecled man watched and transferred the pieces to the cooking area. He rather admired the camaraderie they had developed, and struck up an easy conversation with her as Prompto and Cindy did the same.
Soon finished, with Noctis and Wedge having returned with arms full of firewood and having started a roaring fire and joining Galdio, Biggs, and a now-awake Cid, dinner was served to the delight of everyone. The steak and vegetables had come out excellently of course and the group was tucking in and chatting about random topics of their fancy. The advisor soon noticed his prince was pushing his vegetables to the side of the plate like usual. It always perturbed him that the young royal had such a strong distaste towards necessary nutrients. Shaking his head, he happened to glance back at the doughnuts that were still on the table and an idea sparked into his mind.
“Prompto,” Ignis called over to the boy across the firepit. “Forgive me as it had slipped my mind, but what exactly are those confectionaries that you so readily slipped into the groceries?”
The freckled youth had a look of embarrassment on his face again before responding. “O-Oh, those. Yeah, the shopkeep saw me eyeing them and said I just HAD to try them! She said they were called “poon-shkees” or something, but there was no way I could say no!” He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, nervous of the reproach that he could hear was about to come from the older man. “We haven’t really had a chance to have any sort of dessert stuff lately, so I thought, why not?” Prompto finally looked up, his blue eyes trying to search Ignis’ green for any sort of reprieve.
Ignis surprised him and everyone else who was listening in with a smirk. “Well, if Noctis would be as so kind to eat some of his vegetables, I don’t see why we couldn’t enjoy some dessert.” Gladio barked out a laugh at Iggy’s clever gambit and was soon joined by everyone else.
“What? Iggy, not cool!” Cornered with his companions finding amusement at his expense, Noctis seemed to mull over his decision before finally taking a bite of the asapargus and grimaced. The moment was memorialized with a flash of Prompto’s camera and more laughter. Ignis could only beam in triumph, and mentally filed away the tidbit for future use.
Once the plates were (in Noct’s case, mostly) clean and placed to the side for washing, Prompto excitedly grabbed the box of doughnuts and started passing them out to everyone. He shoved one into Ignis’ waiting hand and another just as quickly into Aranea’s, who was seated to the advisor’s right. As the photographer dashed around to the next person, the man studied the pastry he now held. It was somewhat of an oval shape with powdered sugar dusted all over its surface. Taking a bite, he had an explosion of flavor in his mouth, the crème filling nearly gushing out by accident. Though it was his favorite flavor of chocolate, it was almost overwhelming to have so much in his mouth at once.
A laugh at his side made him turn in his seat. Aranea had also taken a few bites of her dessert, but didn’t have nearly as much crème dribbling from her mouth. “You’ve got to take it slow, hotshot!” Reaching out before he could react, she deftly wiped the sugary goodness from his chin with her finger and stuck it in her mouth to lick it off. “Ooooh, you were lucky to get chocolate. I got strawberry.” Laughing again at the dumbstruck look on Ignis’ face, she gave a coy wink before turning away to strike up a conversation with Cindy.
Ignis just sat frozen in his position, his once-bitten pastry laying forgotten in his twice-shy paralysis. He had no idea how to even start processing that not only had Aranea touched him without permission, but had done so with a brazenly flirty move in front of the gods and everyone. His brain was being so slow to bring him back down from La-La Land that another camera flash startled him out of his reverie.
“Prompto! Delete that photo at once!” Tossing his treat aside into his chair, he made to go after the younger man who had skipped off giggling. Aware he was making even more of a fool of himself by giving chase, Ignis just couldn’t seem to care as he had to make sure such an embarrassing picture was not left for posterity. It did the trick of sending everyone into a laughing fit, and indeed, helped bring the group even closer in comradery. Ex-Imperials along with Lucian nobility and commoners alike delighted in the scene of the bespecled man chasing after the blond gunslinger. It made for a good end to a long day with good friends, good food, and good memories.
#ignis scentia#aranea highwind#ignis x aranea#ignis x prompto#if ya squint at you can see both of them#tabbycatscribbles#FF XV#first time posting in forever lol#and it's my writing that may or may not be crappy
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Home is Where the Heart Is
The sunlight beating down from the heavens was harsh against Ignis’ back as he ran, dodging around a couple of bushes that had the nerve to be growing in his path. Duscae was quite the beautiful region when things weren’t so hectic but that wasn’t the case this day. He could feel his panic building and try as he might it was hard to stifle. His heart was thundering in his chest and his head was throbbing from the exertion. It was supposed to have been a good day, spent with friends and family at their yearly camping trip, yet it had turned into this disaster.
“Dude! Slow down!” A voice called out to the harried man and he turned, nearly colliding with a low branch in his haste. His old friend, Prompto, was hurrying to catch up with their older friend, Gladio, right on his heels. Ignis finally came to a stop as the other two reached him and all three of the companions paused to catch their breath.
“Man, I thought I was a fast runner!” gasped Prompto, bent over at the waist with his hands on his knees and wiping his scruffy chin.
“He’s giving you a run for you money, that’s for sure.” Gladio huffed along with them, running a hand through his hair, part of which had come out of his ponytail. “Iggy’s a man on a mission. Doesn’t get more serious than that.”
“Quite right, which means we must keep moving.” Ignis was irritated at having had a delay, the trail growing colder with every second, and went to go back to his chase when a strong hand grabbed his right arm. Looking with his good eye, he could see it was Gladio.
“We’ll find ‘em Iggy, but don’t run yourself ragged looking for them. We’re as worried as you are.” Though both he and Ignis bore similar troubled looks on their faces, Gladio was right. It would not be good to be in a frothing state at this moment.
“Yeah! With us on the case it’ll be a cinch!” A smile cracked Prompto’s mien as he finally stood upright, throwing the two of them a thumbs up.
“Right…” Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, Ignis shoved his shades back up on his nose and squinted around, Prompto and Gladio doing the same. The brightness was not doing him any favors and was hurting his eyes something fierce; especially his left one which had just recently regained its sight. He closed it in hopes it would diminish the pain but kept his right eye open, searching. Finally he spotted a scrap of cloth lazily waving in the breeze off of a bush’s limb and hurried to grab it. Studying the flowery pattern, he knew they were on the right track.
“This way! And don’t dally!” Ignis took off towards the thicker part of the forest with his comrades following close behind. They had spent the next couple of minutes running north until the scared kwehs of a chocobo and shouts of children reached their ears. His heart plummeting into his feet, Ignis was the first to break through the tree cover to the scene now unfolding.
A vicious pack of Coeurls had cornered three black chocobos towards an outcropping of rocks, the birds trying to keep them away with angry squawks and pecks. Hidden behind the mounds were several mops of hair just barely visible over the top, trembling in fear. Jet blacks, dirty blondes, light brown, silvery blondes…
With a roar, Gladio unstrapped his greatsword from his back and charged at the cats, taking a huge swipe at the group to make them scatter. Prompto wasn’t too far behind, unholstering his pistols with a steely look in his blue eyes as he started firing to further disrupt the pack. Ignis leapt into the fray last with a snarl, whipping out his daggers and expertly hitting the eye socket and neck joint of one of the offending animals and fully capturing the beasts’ attentions. They worked together like a well-oiled machine as they effectively dismantled the animals’ own unity, their years of experience hunting and fighting giving them the advantage. A well-aimed kick from Prompto sent a Coeurl staggering where Ignis awaited, his daggers giving off a flash as they sliced through the cat’s jugular. Seeing its brother’s fall, another was ready to pounce at the man’s exposed back before a gigantic blade came slicing through its spine, bisecting it clean in two as Gladio came up from the side. Within minutes of the fight starting it had ended, the dead bodies of the pack lying strewn across the clearing and the comrades standing none the worse for wear.
Several curious heads soon popped up from behind the rocks, and seeing that the coast was clear and the three men that had come to save them, the kids rushed out all at once with their chocobo guardians following to greet their rescuers.
“Daddy!” Two raven haired children were quickly swept up into Gladio’s embrace, the man giving them a huge bear hug with his sword planted forgotten in the ground.
“Pops!” Twin blondies tackled their father Prompto to the dirt, with him barely having enough to time holster his guns before his girls were on top of him laughing.
“Papa!” The remaining three, two sliver-blondes and one brunette, were encircled in Ignis’ arms in a warm embrace, his daggers safely strapped back to his legs. He crouched on his knees and buried his face into them, his heart finally relieved of its stress. The chocobos gave happy kwehs and nuzzled their masters along with the kids, ruffling their feathers in contentment now that the danger had passed.
“Just what were you all doing out here?” Ignis looked down at his children, searching their faces for answers. His oldest, Lucie, was the first to speak up.
“We’re really sorry, Papa…” she pouted, her green eye shining in apology while the other was covered by her eyepatch. The scrap of fabric he had found had belonged to her skirt, and he was grateful to see that his daughter was otherwise unharmed. She shoved some of her silver blond hair out of her face before she continued. “We were just taking Ebony, Midnight, and Blacky out for a ride when those Coeurls jumped us and the chocobos just took off…”
“Yeah, but you sure showed them jerks what for, Daddy!” Belladonna, Galdio’s daughter, piped up from the shelter of her dad’s arms with a grin.
Her older brother, Ratree, shushed her quickly. “Sissy! Don’t use a bad word!” She was quick to respond with her tongue out before earning a stern look from Galdio.
“You rascals gave us one heck of a scare, that’s for sure.” He sighed, ruffling their hair before setting them down and sheathing his sword onto his back once more. He then picked them both up again with one arm, depositing them onto Midnight and grabbing the reins.
“Awe, we didn’t mean ta!” Lillith frowned, her and her twin Cuprum having already clambered off of Prompto, allowing him to get up.
Cuprum had her arms crossed, nodding in agreement with her sister. “Shucks, it’s not like we WANTED to scare ya n’ the uncles, Pops.”
“We know, but that doesn’t make us any less worried about you kids.” Prompto huffed, helping his girls onto the back of Blacky who trilled quietly in preparation to return to their camp. “I swear, your mom was about to whack me with a wrench for letting you guys outta my sight…”
“Auntie Cindy must’ve been kidding!” Ignis’ second child, Julian, was looking incredulous as he spoke, glancing down at his father for reassurance from the saddle on Ebony. He was practically the spitting image of the man, right down to the way he arched his eyebrow inquisitively. Except for his silvery hair, which he had inherited from his mother. “Right, Papa?”
Ignis, letting out a small groan as he placed his youngest, Fraxinea, onto Ebony’s back behind her brother, just smirked at his son. “I’m afraid not, Julian. Your mother had much of the same sentiments and would have used her lance to skewer me, if she hadn’t been, ah, “indisposed” at the moment.” He chuckled, knowing that Aranea would’ve still done it anyways had he not taken off with Gladio and Prompto at that moment.
“Is Orpheus giving her trouble again, Papa?” Lucie furrowed her eyebrows together and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. “He really needs to be born soon so he can stop giving Mama so much grief.” The oldest out of all the children, she always made it her business to look after everyone and so was maturing as quickly as her father did when he was her age, speech patterns and all.
“He will come when he is ready, my dear.” Ignis gave her a kiss on the cheek, and took the lead of Ebony, guiding the small group back out of the forest.
“At least Cereus isn’t doing that to our mom now!” Belladonna said in reference to her and Ratree’s youngest brother, who had just been born not a month ago. Ratree elbowed her and they nearly broke into a fistfight until Gladio stopped them.
“ENOUGH, you two. Save the sass for when we get back to the campsite…” His long legs were keeping an even stride in the direction of the haven, though he was exasperated at his children’s usual antics.
The warmth of the sun’s rays bathed them as they made their way towards their encampment at a much more leisurely pace than moments before. Ignis couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his children chattering on top of their ride. Fraxinea could only babble along with her siblings, her brown ponytail swinging in time with Ebony’s strides. In no time they were back to safety, the rest of their loved ones coming to greet them. Cindy instantly chastised Prompto whilst smothering their twins, causing him to just sheepishly apologize. Belladonna and Ratree cooed over their baby brother Cereus with their cousins Jared and Amaryllis begging them to come and play as their parents Iris and Talcott watched with matching grins. Gladio got a soft hug from his wife in gratitude for the rescue and a genuine smile from Cor for a job well done. Aranea lastly hobbled over to her small family, Biggs and Wedge close behind, and they along with the children devolved into a pile of hugs with Ignis in the middle.
The scarred man counted his blessings as he pulled his wife close, feeling their son kick his side from within her; surrounded by the most precious people in his life. Giving Aranea a soft kiss and seeing the sunlight dance in her eyes as she laughed, perhaps he had been too harsh the sun…
#ignis scientia#prompto argentum#gladiolus amicitia#ignis x aranea#prompto x cindy#I took Iggy and Aranea's kids names from several of my fav fics about them so I hope the authors don't mind!#And yes I left Galdio's wife ambiguous since he is involved with someone in the World of Ruin but we dunno who#I still lowkey ship Gladio and Gentiana but because of the story I still dunno xD#And I have Iris and Talcott together because I think they'd be adorable#Also it'd be the same kind of age gap between them like Ignis and Aranea and they're adults so I think it's fine#Ok rant over hope you liked this!#The conclusion kicked my ass lol#Oh! I also had each of the guys name at least one of their kids with night themed names to honor Noctis :3#TabbyCatScribbles
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Starlit Memories
The cool breeze was a blessing against Ignis’ fevered skin as he stepped out from the shelter of the Leville Hotel into the night. Sweltering temperatures had once again assaulted Lestallum for the fifth day in a row, and only the darkness could bring relief to its denizens and visitors alike. Unfortunately, the record high temperatures had caused the Exineris Power Plant to be in danger of a meltdown, and so men were recruited to work along with the women who usually ran the plant to keep it from disaster. Ignis and his friends were no exception to the rule and he, Prompto, Galdio, and even Prince Noctis worked together with everyone else in the hot confines of the generator rooms, sweating buckets of sweat and ending every day covered in grime.
Wearied again from another long day, Ignis was among the dozens of people who had taken to the streets to absorb some of the coolness of the midnight hours. Wandering to and fro in just his tank top and shorts like the many others around him, he soon found himself leaning against one of the many guardrails looking over the plant while lost in thought. The centerpiece of Lestallum was old and this heat wave could not continue lest the machinery give way and plunge the city into darkness, leaving it at the mercy of the daemons that roamed. It truly agitated him that there was nothing more that he or his companions could do to try and ward off the looming panic other than spend their days slaving away in the sweltering heat.
Ignis soon cast his gaze to the stars that were weakly shining through the haze of the city’s lights, willing his mind to take him to simpler times. The times of his childhood when all he had to worry about was one wayward prince…
“Awe c’mon Ignis! We just HAVE to go out!” A familiar pout was on the young prince’s face, and it was all Ignis could do to not give in to those puppy dog eyes.
“Your father would most assuredly dismiss me from your service if we were caught outside at night,” the burgeoning advisor sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let alone wandering past the outskirts of the city just to see a meteor shower…”
“But this meteor shower only happens once every 100 years! And we can’t even TRY to see it in the city because of all the lights!” Noctis was being extremely persistent in the matter, and was even tugging on the sleeve of Ignis’ dress shirt in childish pleading. “You said so yourself that you’d hate yourself if you missed it, so let’s go!”
“Noctis, I know what I said, but putting ourselves in danger just to satisfy a mere fancy will do nothing but cause more regrets than pleasures.” Secretly, his heart did indeed want to see the sky lit up with the streaks of the Ophiuchus Meteors as they burned in the atmosphere. But for all that his royal charge begged and pleaded, he could not in good conscience risk their safety.
A deal had finally been struck after several more back and forth arguments, with Ignis deciding if they could get high enough, the light pollution would be diminished enough to chance a glimpse at the event. Noctis readily agreed and the two boys ascended into the west tower of the Citadel. Given their small size they could easily dodge the Crownsguard personnel that patrolled the hallways and finally found the perfect spot to watch the stars. The huge brass telescope Noctis had received from his father a year early had done wonders for showing them the splendor of the stars…
“Mind if I join you?”A voice jostled him from the fond memory, bringing him back to the present with the sight a young brunette with a warm smile.
“Oh, no, not at all,” Ignis gestured to the railing to his right, and the woman sidled up, placing her arms against the metal bar in a crossed position. He gave her a once over, noticing that she didn’t look that much older than him, and was wearing a tight fitting top and shorts not unlike he was. Watching her take a deep breath of the chilled air, she turned her head towards with a small grin.
“Enjoying the view?” She spoke with a slightly rough cadence, waving her calloused hand over the expanse before them. “I’ll admit, it’s not much to look at. Especially after all these years.”
“Nonsense,” the bespectacled man retorted with a slight quirk of his mouth. “Age can be quite the improvement on many parts of life. Young or old, there is beauty in everything.”
This elicited a laugh from the girl, the mirth coming out in short bursts with Ignis joining in with his own chuckle. “Well well now, aren’t you the charmer?” Calming down, she gave him a searching look, the blue of her eyes alight with curiosity. “Have we met somewhere before?”
Ignis frowned in concentration, his own green eyes glancing towards the heavens once more while thinking. A moment later the recollection flashed through his mind. They had often worked side by side in the shifts at the plant, passing water buckets back and forth in their busy efforts to keep the generators cooled and pistons functioning. He had admired her strength as well as the way her body had moved with the practiced grace of a professional, and regretted not asking her name until now.
“Indeed, we have. I was conscripted alongside my three friends into helping you and the townsfolk keep your beloved plant from overheating.” He watched as the realization dawned on her before continuing. “Forgive me, charmer you may have called me, but I am a gentleman who has forgotten to ask the lady her name.”
She was once again giving him that infectious giggle, her hand covering her rosy lips before extending it out in front of her. “Hecate. Friends call me Catey.”
“Ignis.” He gave his name in kind as he took the waiting hand in a genial handshake. He quickly noticed that her grip was gentle, yet firm, and it was very warm. “Might I ask what brings you out on this night, Hecate?”
“Stargazing,” came her simple answer as she looked up into the sky, her hazelnut hair swinging behind her in its half-braids, half-loose style as she did. “It’s been a favorite pastime of mine and with all the work at the plant, this is the first time I’ve managed to get outside all week to see ‘em without immediately crashing once I got home.”
“The same as me then. The stars hold so much mystery and wonder, that I can’t help but cast my gaze to them whenever I can.” His face broke into a smile, an expression that was rarely ever present on his face. Finding a kindred soul with the love of the cosmos seemed to be a one in a million chance, and yet here she stood.
“Right? They’re just so beautiful!” Hecate turned back to him, her eyes shining with excitement and a matching grin that showed off her dimples. “Y’know what? Why don’t we get out of here and talk about space over some drinks? I know this awesome bar just down the street that serves the BEST cocktails…”
She had left her invitation wide open and Ignis was more than happy to seize the opportunity. “I would love to, Hecate. Please,” he gestured back to the lively street behind them, “lead the way.”
“It’s Catey to you,” she chortled, heeding his motion by shoving off of the guardrail in one fluid move and starting to walk towards their destination.
“Oh, so are we friends now?” He acknowledged the nickname as his long legs kept an even pace with her shorter strides, his tone contemplative.
“Only after a few drinks, I’d say so.” A wink was thrown his way as Hecate sped up a little more, giving the air of a challenge as they made their way to the bar, weaving around the many other denizens of the nightlife.
“Well now, we shall see…” Ignis watched her swinging hips in front of him as he followed suit, and noted that Gladio had indeed been right about the appeal of the strong women of Lestallum. He allowed himself another low chuckle and shook his head. Tonight may be yet another night filled with wonder…
#TabbyCatScribbles#Finally done with this next prompt!#Ugh that sucked#ignis scentia#ignis x oc#ff xv#welp on to the next one if work doesn't kill me again xP
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Happy B-Day Joshua/Cinensis!!
I just wanted to say that you are honestly one of the best people I’ve met here on Tumblr, @cinensis. From your kindness to all your fans and people coming to you for advice, to the truly amazing artwork you’ve created, you’re an inspiration. Heck, you helped me get into writing for Cloti Week last year and you’ve really inspired me to seriously consider doing more writing. Thanks Joshua, and have all the tea, cookies, and warm blankets you deserve on your birthday.
But without further ado, here’s your birthday fic! An FF VII/OPM AU with Cloud and Tifa as Genos and Saitama respectively!
The sunlight was harsh and unforgiving as it suddenly flared into the woman’s eyes, causing her a throbbing headache as it intruded into her sleep. Groaning hard and flopping over to her side on her mat, Tifa Lockhart, or “Caped Pixie” as the Hero Association called her, tried to doze off again but to no avail. It seemed like it was going to be another one of those days where the world hated her for no reason. A heavy feeling of numbness fell over the woman for several minutes before a stirring behind her intruded into the depressing fog.
Mechanical whirs signaled the awakening of her so-called disciple/roommate/maybe-boyfriend from his own sleep. A random thought made her wonder if he actually did sleep or if he just had a shut-down mode, given that he was a cyborg and all. Cloud Strife, or “Wolf Cyborg” as he was denominated by the Hero Association, rose to a sitting position and glanced over at his sensei. “Morning, Sensei. I trust you slept well?”
“Mrphgh…” Tifa mumbled, burying her face into her pillow.
“Ah, I see.” Cloud could sense right away that today was going to be one of his sensei’s down days, and knew just what to do to help. “I’ll prepare breakfast then.” Getting up fully and neatly putting his bed in order, he quickly made his way to the small kitchenette in their apartment and started the stove up.
As much as Tifa wanted to say otherwise, the nosy cyborg had found a comfortable place in her once dreary life. Little by little, things were starting to look brighter with the blonde man around. Adjusting her body again so she could watch him work, her field of vision was interrupted by a pair of dark brown eyes.
“Foo’, why you not up yet?” The little cyborg, Barret, poked at her nose impatiently. The other seven of his siblings were waking up all around the pair, hums and clicks a disconcerting melody. Though each of the eight small cyborgs had originally meant to be exact copies of Cloud, a glitch in their processing caused them all to develop unique personalities. As such, Tifa couldn’t stand to have them all share Cloud’s name, and had named them all herself according to how she saw fit. Cloud was secretly happy for the accidental reprogramming, as it brought out a happier side of Tifa that he had not seen ever since becoming her disciple.
“Barret, it’s not nice to tease Sensei like that.” The elder didn’t even turn around to reprimand the little one, focusing solely on getting the rice boiled up along with a healthy serving of eggs.
“Righ’, sorry Papa.” Barret just patted the woman’s face before getting up to go stand next to Cloud in the kitchen, eliciting more grouchy noises from her. He was the one with the darkest skin in the batch, and always had the notion of being a smartass. But when push came to shove, he was the one always looking out for the others and the adults.
A tired sigh once again escaped the woman, who wondered why today of all days her depression just had to flare up. What if a monster attacked? What if another damn meteor decided to make her city its target again? What if some upstart decided it was a good idea to attack just because? It sucked that she honestly couldn’t bring herself to care all that much. Staring at the ceiling seemed to be her only respite, and even that was making her head hurt more.
Another movement by her stomach made her look down and she noticed that the small cyborg dog, whom she had randomly decided would be called Nanaki, had curled up there. Tifa frowned down at the figure, the intrusions of her privacy starting to bug her.
“Sensei need not be sad. We are here.” Came the nonchalant response after he looked up, a gentle smile playing on his red muzzle. He seemed to be the wisest of his siblings and always knew what to say at the right time. He was always a comfort to be around for everyone in the apartment.
Clicks and clatters back in the kitchen drew the reddish brown eyes of the hero once again to Cloud. He was swiftly plating the meal he so delicately created onto the meager assortment of dishes they owned, humming a soft tune as he did so. Barret and one of his sisters, Aerith, helped with getting all of the food set onto the ramshackle table in the middle of the room.
“We’re almost set, you guys! Better get up!” Aerith was the cheeriest one of the bunch, her long brown hair swinging happily with her rhythm. She was sassy just like her brother Barret, but still had a sweet smile to curb some of the edge off of her personality. Her pride and joy was the garden she maintained in the tiny window box one the balcony, with plants as green as her eyes lazily waving in the breeze every day.
Tifa had to admit, the smell of that food was so damn enticing. Her stomach growled in response to the thought which caused Nanaki to start a bit. A hint of a smile finally managed to crack her stony façade as she stroked behind the dog’s ears. Maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Not with all of these pesky cyborgs around keeping her company.
Two of the darker haired young ones, the-energetic-as-a-puppy Zack and the spunky-pickpocket-backtalker Yuffie, were still groggily trying to wake up by Tifa’s feet. They were the troublemakers of the lot, given their never sit still attitudes. Zack aspired to be a hero like his Sensei, and trained as hard as Cloud did in order to achieve that dream. Yuffie on the other hand didn’t have a care in the world except money, and she was having to constantly be reprimanded by Papa and Sensei to not steal from the rich people and give it back to the poor.
“Do we hafta…?” Yuffie whined as her joints whirred and popped from sleeping in the wrong position all night.
“If we want some grub before it’s gone, I guess…” Zack rolled his shoulder, working out some of the kinks in it. Nudging the older woman’s foot with his own as he stood up, he offered her a cheeky grin. “C’mon Sensei! Or else I’ll bet ya to it!”
“Zack, what did Papa just say about teasing Sensei?” A huff came from the table where the last three kids had already gathered. The one who protested was Reeve, clutching his cat doll close as he crossed his arms to look more authoritative. He was the timidest of them, and preferred to stay back as the others handled any nasty monsters that came their way. Nevertheless, he was a valued member of the team, and often rallied everyone to keep fighting.
“Agh, quit yer bellyachin’ and jus’ wait for Sensei to get up,” Cid mumbled as he nursed the coffee in front of him. He was the only one out of the eight mini cyborgs who had kept his blond hair like Cloud, but that was as far as the similarities went. He was the loudest and the filthiest mouthed in the group, but he had the biggest heart.
Vincent, the last but not least, sat quietly in the corner between the other two. He never really talked all that much, offering short quips and hiding behind his long black fringe. Chancing a glance over to the now-sitting up woman, he offered her a quirked smile. It was as if to say “Yeah, they wear me out too. Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it.”
“Ah, what the hell. I’m coming.” Tifa couldn’t really stand the hunger anymore and took a seat at the table as the other three in the kitchen joined the little circle now around the table.
“Dig in while it’s hot, everyone.” Cloud gave a small smile as he watched his family eat with gusto before joining in himself. He was especially attentive of Tifa as she ate with the rest of them. Usually she was distant, always staring off into space or at the TV, and only gave somewhat snarky remarks when she was feeling particularly bold. Even so, the woman had been an amazing teacher to not only him but also to the eight new additions to their duo. Her worldly advice and mannerisms had struck quite the cord within his soul of nineteen years. Ever since their first meeting he never really did let go of that wonderment.
A shrill ringtone pieced the happy bubble and left Tifa grousing at the fact that it ruined her meal. Cloud took a quick glance at the ID and saw that of course it was the Hero Association calling.
“Yes, Wolf Cyborg speaking. Uh-huh, that bad? You sure? Well, all right. Yeah, we’ll be there. What do you mean? Yeah, I mean Tifa-sensei and the kids. Well you did say there was a lot of them. It’s settled okay? We’ll be there shortly. Good bye.” Snapping his phone shut and turning to his family, all eyes were on him. “Looks like we’ve got some hero duty to cover.”
“Damn, guess we better get going.” Tifa ruffled her hand through her short dark brown hair in acceptance. Though she had originally gone bald after her intensive three-year training, it had recently started to grow back after Cloud had brought the kids to stay in her apartment. Or, it was just finally growing back after all this freaking time. Who knew. “C’mon minis. Let’s get ready.”
The eight little ones were overjoyed at the fact that they were going to be able to help and hurriedly took care of the food for later, chattering with each other excitedly. Tifa quietly excused herself to the bathroom to change and to reflect. Pulling the midriff-bearing yellow top on over her head, the twenty-five-year-old realized that she was feeling excitement in her chest for the first time in a long time. It scared her, for sure, since it was something that she had thought she had long forsaken. Snapping on her red gloves and boots and adjusting her cape in the mirror, Tifa decided right then and there that it wasn’t some damn forgotten feeling. The cyborgs outside the room had been the ones to bring it back. Powerful energy enthused her to her very core, and for once, she could feel it beating in her chest.
Taking a step back into the living room, she could see that everyone was waiting for her, and with a nod they took off out the window. Landing in the street they ran as fast as they could through the city towards the distress call. Tifa kept an easy pace with the cyborgs-no, her family as they tore across the pavement as she felt more alive than ever.
Cloud couldn’t help but watch her in amazement as he charged right along beside her, his body easily matching her pace with his own. He hadn’t seen her so elated before, and had the sneaking suspicion that it must have been something to do with him. But that would have to be a discussion for later. For now, as the sounds of destruction and screaming reached his sensors, they needed to focus on their duty as heroes. Together, as a family.
Well once again, Happy Birthday to you and your sis! I really hope I did a good job on writing this. I had to look up a few clips of OPM because I still haven’t watched it, so I hope I at least captured some of the spirit of the anime. I’m thinking of writing another piece based on that pillow fight you did with Genos and Saitama and then doing the same thing with Cloud and Tifa in their places as a sort of sequel. But I’ll have to get to that tomorrow since I’ve got to get some shut-eye now. So night and hope it was awesome!
#TabbyCatScribbles#FF VII#One Punch Man#Took awhile but it's done!#I really do hope it turned out ok
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Cloti Free Day (Anything you want!!)
Cloti Week Day #7
It’s sad to say but this is my final entry for Cloti Week. It’s been a blast and I’ve gotten new followers and people who like my writing, so I’m really feeling accomplished. Once again a shout out to @our-final-heaven for putting this week together, I really never would have done this without the prompts. And also a very special thank you to @cinensis for being one of my absolute favorite artists and person in general. You rock with how hard you fight dude, and I really can’t wait to see what else you come up with in your drawings. And thanks to all of the people here who have liked and reblogged my writing, it really does make me happy that you guys like it! But anyways, this last fic is inspired by this piece of art by cinensis, so enjoy!
The sound of the engine was still ringing in his ears after cutting off the power to the motorcycle. Cloud tiredly rolled his shoulders as he sat up on the seat, exhausted after another long day of making deliveries. He couldn’t really complain much as it helped put food on the table and clothes on his family’s backs and so on. But it really did a number on his body to be hunched over his vehicle for hours on end as he traversed the planet. His spiked blonde hair and clothing were in disarray thanks to the constant wind and wear of being on the road. He felt a serious need for a good shower and a good meal as he started to stow away his travel gear in the travel bags on the bike.
Lo and behold, as soon as his thoughts turned to the comforts of home, the one who made his home worth coming back to every day appeared in the doorway of the garage. The woman gave him the warmest smile he had seen all day as she approached him. She too looked as worn out as he felt, tell-tale signs that she had had a rough day running the bar.
“Hey you,” A swift kiss on the cheek as her arms wrapped around him was enough to bring a smile to his own face. “Welcome home.”
“Glad to be home, Tifa.” Cloud sighed as he held his arms against hers in their hug, instantly relaxing into the embrace. “You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.”
“Well why don’t you tell me once we get you cleaned up?” She winked and helped him get off Fenrir, leaving the motorcycle behind as they made their way upstairs. Once dropping off the blonde’s other equipment and bags in his office, Tifa softly pulled him towards the shower next to their bedroom.
To any other couple, this would be the perfect time to make a move on their significant other for some adult fun. For Cloud and Tifa, it was completely different. Neither of them were really hormonally driven and just enjoyed each other’s company in their more intimate moments. Sure, there were times when the mood was just right and sparks would fly. But for them, a shower together after their exhausting shifts of work was a shared moment of love and warmth. Even if they hadn’t been married for a long time, they had long made a tradition of regaling the day’s events underneath a curtain of water since the early times of their relationship.
It was quick work getting their clothes off and climbing into the frosted glass cubicle that made up the shower. Edge had recently improved the plumbing around the city, allowing for its residents to at last enjoy leisurely hot showers. As soon as the steaming liquid hit his sore muscles, Cloud let out a groan of pleasure as the knots seemed to melt away. Tifa was doing her part too, working some soap into a lather on a washcloth in order to care for Cloud’s back.
“…And then I had to go all the way back to Mideel…” He lamented as his wife scrubbed at the scars that dotted his shoulders, slowly moving up to his sopping hair. Having to go back and forth between Mideel and Edge once was tiring enough, but having to do it again was not something he had look forward to in the slightest. And all for what? A measly couple of boxes filled with Gyshal Greens that had wild chocobos chasing after him for most of the return trip. “…the nerve of that guy, seriously…”
With her nimble fingers working soothing patterns into her husband’s scalp, the brown-haired woman just sighed along with him. “Next time just tell him off. He is such a jerk.” Losing one client out of all the others they had wouldn’t really impact their profits. Besides, having the one and only delivery man of Strife Delivery Service run down by chocobos was not an attractive option for either of the company’s employees. Finishing with her task, Tifa turned around as Cloud did the same cleaning to her, passing the washcloth over so he could.
“Yeah, you’re right. Chocobo Bill doesn’t need to have a supplier as shady as him anyways.” Nodding along with her sentiments, Cloud lovingly washed along his wife’s shapely lines and taking extra care to massage away the tension in her nerves.
They passed more information and observations between each other for a good half hour and emerged soon after immensely relaxed. A chime from the entrance and cheerful voices alerted the couple to the children’s return from school. Getting dressed into fresh clothes, they went down and happily greeted their family. Denzel had done well on his test, Marlene had crafted a new art piece, and Shelke had finally finished her research paper. It was a cause for celebration and as a treat, Cloud and Tifa decided to take the kids out to a new restaurant for dinner.
It was little moments like these that made their relationship special. There wasn’t overdone romantic gestures, gushing confessions of love, or sappy public displays of affection. The smalls things, like a peck on the cheek, meaningful conversations of understanding and acceptance, and just being around each other, is what they felt comfortable with. Cloud and Tifa were never about the fanfare and instead relished in the details. As they watched their kids get grabbing their personal items and chatting happily, Cloud wrapped his left arm around Tifa’s torso and she held onto it with her own left hand. Their wedding bands were plain, but their golden color matched the brightness of the happiness that the two people wearing them felt. They may not have everything in the world, but to Cloud and Tifa, this was all they could ever want.
Well I’m sad to see this end but here it is! My final Cloti Week entry. What an experience it has been. I feel really bad for this being late, but finals and life got in the way. Anywho, I really hope everyone has enjoyed this little experience with writing I had. I know it was a lot of fun for me and I couldn’t be happier with how all of my entries turned out. So, I guess that’s that. I know I’ll being doing an entry for Barret’s birthday that I missed and after that, who knows? I may just get around to writing more fanfic because honestly, it’s a lot of fun. It’s been awesome you guys, and thanks again for all the inspiration!
#TabbyCatScribbles#promiseweek#The end is here but it was a fun ride#glad it all got put down in words#thanks for all of your love everyone!
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The Highwind Scene/Why Do You Love Cloti
Cloti Week Day #6
Well, this is my sixth writing piece for Cloti Week I’m putting here on Tumblr and what do ya know, it’s time for the famous Highwind Scene. Cloud and Tifa are one of my favorite couples of all time and with this scene I’ll be writing about and my own little two cents at the bottom I’ll explain why. This fic is heavily inspired by @cinensis comic and even though I don’t know how he ended it (or quite remember all the details), I’ll put my own spin on the whole thing!
After seeing everyone off to their own destinations, all who remained were two people underneath the huge metal frame of the Highwind Airship. Cloud Strife and Tifa Lockhart didn’t have any place to call anymore and so were left behind by the others. It was a cold winter’s night with a bitter breeze blowing though the clearing that the man and woman stood in. Though the sun was nearly down below the horizon, the angry red glow of Meteor left the evening sky looking foreboding.
Cloud Strife heaved a sigh as he ran his gauntlet-covered left hand through the blonde spikes of his hair, staring at the bloody sky with a scowl. The past several months, hell, years, were all a blur of chaos in his mind. He had spent a good few weeks in a catatonic state recently and the man was still trying to come to grips with what had happened. Being lead along on hunches and murderous impulses did not do well for the mind as Cloud had found out and it had taken the gentle hand of his childhood friend to coax him out of his self-made delirium. He only wished that he could find peace from the pain he had endured, but that wouldn’t end until the final battle with his nemesis…
A sneeze behind him snapped him out his thoughts and he turned, his blue-green Mako glowing eyes landing on the figure accompanying him. Tifa Lockhart drew her strong arms around her upper body, shivering lightly against the cold as she wiped her nose lightly against the gauntlet encasing her right hand. The passing days and months of the years gone by hadn’t exactly been kind to her either, but she had made due with fighting for what she thought was right. Sensing Cloud’s gaze on her, the woman lifted her warm reddish brown eyes to meet his with a smile as she walked up to him.
“Looks like everyone’s left,” she said with a sigh, joining the blonde man in looking off into the distance with her hands now resting behind her back.
“Yeah, they all need to find their reasons to fight,” Cloud replied a bit tersely as he shifted his weight from the right to the left. He instantly felt a little guarded next to Tifa, not knowing how she would act around him now that the two of them were alone. She had literally dived into his mind to piece back together his fractured conscious and had seen everything he had ever thought of her, Sephiroth, his mom, his whole life. It left him wondering what the brown-haired woman really thought of him now. To his relief, she shuffled closer to him and gave him another warm smile, the spark in her eyes telling him that she understood all that he had to say when he had never even uttered a word.
“Y-You think they’ll come back?” Tifa whispered, brushing a wayward lock of brown hair behind her left ear as her expression had shifted to something more melancholic. She had truly grown to care for all of the members of AVALANCHE and though she would never show it, it hurt her a little that they all had left. It came with being the mom of the group, she reckoned.
The man beside her shifted again, this time angling his body towards her as he contemplated what she had said. “Who knows? I mean, they’re all holding onto something irreplaceable and they could lose that.” It set him on edge to think about that man, the one who destroyed any semblance of normalcy that Cloud had had in his life all those years ago. “Our opponent…he won’t hold anything back…” It was bad enough that he and his childhood friend were committed to ending Sephiroth’s reign of terror. But if he were to be honest with himself, he kind of didn’t want the others to get any more involved than they had. They all had something they wanted to protect and he wouldn’t blame them for not returning.
It seemed as if Tifa agreed with his thoughts without even needing to know what was on his mind as she spoke up. “I’d understand if nobody came back because of the risks…” With a sudden movement her warm hand was in his, giving it a gentle squeeze that startled the blonde. Her smile was back in place, this time with a feeling of comfort in her demeanor. “But I know that as long as I’m with you, as long as you’re by my side, I won’t give up even if I’m scared.”
“……Tifa……” Cloud was touched by her confession in more ways than he could count. He had been the scarred, broken man that no one should ever be close to yet somehow she was. This amazing woman had seen right into his core and did nothing but smile with that kindness of hers. His gaze was wide-eyed with incredulity as he stood there at a loss for words.
“I-I mean yeah, sure, we never really were what people would call “best” friends…” The words were hard to come by now as she didn’t know where she was going. Tifa was never one for words herself, a trait she shared with Cloud and everyone she had once known back home. The town of Nibelheim had always been soft-spoken in their dialect and it was no different for the two people standing in the winter clearing. But come what may, she needed to say what was on her heart this time. Taking a deep breath, she stood face to face with her friend, urging her words to be conveyed.
“When we were lost in the Lifestream with all of those voices screaming in anguish, I just know that I heard yours the clearest. You were calling out for me, but…” A smirk marred her features only briefly before a small sniff escaped her. “You probably don’t remember any of this, given how out of it you were…” It was a challenge to hold back the tears, but the brave woman soldiered on. “It was deep in my heart that I heard you. I was so sure it was you, or I could have just thought it was you…”
“Yeah, I heard you calling out to me, too.” he sighed, though the look of shock she had caused him to falter a bit with his recollection. Freeing one of his hands from her touch to rub his head, Cloud reached back into the recesses of his memory. Though things still felt broken in his mind there was one thing that stood out. It was the one thing he could say to help her know that his feelings were mutual. “Your voice was crying out to me, for me to come back to you. Away from the stream of consciousness in the Lifestream.” His hand came back down from his head to caress her face softly, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped. “After all, I made you a promise. That if anything ever happened to you and you found yourself in a bind, I would come to help.” He could feel a bit of his confidence come back after freeing up his words and offered her a small smile, hoping he came across the way he meant to.
Her answering smile was radiant as she immediately tackled him in a hug, causing the both of them to stumble. She felt so right, so at home with him by her side and now she knew he felt the same way about her. Though his body stiffened at the sudden full blown contact, Tifa felt strong arms wrap around her frame in a warm embrace. It was an eternity before either one of them was willing to part from the other, lost in the moment. Finally, she lifted her eyes and her gaze was met with his own, the both of them entranced. Seeing the stars sparkling in his eyes inspired something in her and she spoke up once more.
“Hey, do you think the stars can hear us? That the heavens care that we’re fighting for them? That…” A hard swallow punctuated her speech, but she muscled through the pain of the memory. “Do you think she knows how much we’re fighting for her and the planet?” It still hurt like hell to remember their fallen friend, and how much she had given up for their little group to stand a chance against the terror that threatened their home.
“I really don’t know.” Cloud knew exactly what she meant and didn’t need for her to elaborate. The sight of the incident was still fresh in his newly-repaired mind and it was not an experience the man was wanting to drudge up right this moment. Instead, he wanted to focus on the woman in his arms, tone who had pieced together his fractured psyche. “If I’m being honest, whether they do or don’t, we have to do what we can. We have to believe in us.” At this insistence, he pulled her close again with his hand holding hers level with their hearts. “The answer may be a long time coming, but we’ll find it together. Okay?” Another shy smile was on display at his own bravado, not even fulling believing himself where all of this sudden outpouring came from. “That’s what you taught me when were lost in the Lifestream, anyways.”
The love Tifa felt at that instance was nearly uncontainable and she leaned her forehead against their conjoined hands. “Yeah, you’re right. We can get through anything as long as we’re together.” She knew for certain that this was what all of the countless days of traveling and fighting together was leading up to. They may not have been “made” for each other, but they complimented each other so well that it didn’t make sense for them to be apart anymore. A kiss to his gauntlet made her thoughts known to him, and the woman hoped the man holding her knew how much she loved him.
The man in question was actually a little taken aback by how bold Tifa was being, and coughed a bit in embarrassment. “I-Hey…Tifa…” Groaning at his own incompetence, he tried again to talk normally. “Tifa, there’s just so much I want to talk to you about, and to tell you about how my life was while I was away, but…” He lifted her chin up with their still-joined hands so that he could look her in her beautiful reddish brown eyes. He could get lost in those loving depths and never look back. Deep down in his heart, he knew that whatever happened, that’s what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. “…Thing is, now that we’re together like this, I don’t know what I really wanted to say or how to say it. How much I missed you…”
He chuckled then, surprising the woman in his arms. “I guess nothing’s really changed with me at all. Makes you wanna laugh, huh?” Here he was thinking he had become this big hero, when in reality, he was nothing more than a-
Tifa didn’t know what came over her then, and nor did she really care. With as much tenderness as possible she reached up and kissed him, her lips molding to his. “No,” she whispered, breaking away only slightly, “you’re you and that’s just fine with me. But Cloud, words aren’t the only way to tell someone what you’re thinking…”
His body a livewire at the tension, Cloud couldn’t help but agree more and languidly drew her in for another kiss, relishing in the feeling of love and warmth. One kiss turned into two, into three, into hands and mouths exploring each other’s bodies.
That night, they made each other realize just how deep and far their emotions ran. Every touch, every glimpse, and every soft sound and movement was theirs and theirs alone. The stars watched over the couple’s intimacy and seemed as if they gave their blessing. Against the cold and foreboding night, they were a beacon of hope. And as surely as the sun would rise that next morning over their sleeping figures, their new love was there to endure.
Whew, okay, after agonizing almost two days over getting this come out right, and even being late to posting this, here it is. The very scene as to why I love Cloud and Tifa. They were so uncertain and lost of where to go after everyone else went to find their reason to fight. But where did they wind up finding that very determination? With each other of course. They drew on their shared feelings and experiences and realized that at this moment they loved each other. That they could stand together and be strong than when they were apart. They had gone through so many messed up events in their life but here they were not even judging each other for what had happened. All they had in their hearts was love and acceptance. This mutual feeling between them even went through ups and downs in their later years but it still was there. They fought together even when they were apart and still came back as a couple time and again. And that, that very reason is why I love them.
#promiseweek#TabbyCatScribbles#Everything I love about Cloud and Tifa is what I want in a relationship#i just love them so much
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A Winter Date
Cloti Week Day #5
Yay, a really cute prompt! Well, it’s not that I didn’t like the other prompts, I just have a really good idea for this one. I like to think that every now and then Cloud and Tifa get some alone time together and Cloud just spoils the crap out of Tifa whenever he can. It’s usually something smallish but it’s the thought that counts and it brings them closer together. So yeah, headcanons abound but it’s all fluff for once! Be warned this one’s a bit of long read, but it’s a good one. Promise.
The streets of Edge were barely recognizable underneath the four feet of snow that had accumulated over the past few weeks going into the last month of the year. Icicles hung precariously from window sills and roofs as people hustled about in heavy winter gear, bracing themselves against the frigid winds. Children were out in the cold having snowballs fights without a care in the world and altogether the people were in a cheerful mood. The celebrations of the end of the year were soon approaching and it did wonders to the spirits of everyone that a new year would soon begin.
Pushing his way through the wet build-up on his motorcycle, Cloud Strife was immensely happy about his foresight of having new tires put on the vehicle. It made for navigating the now treacherous roads a bit easier though every time hit a patch of ice wrong it made his stomach lurch. He was bundled up in a warm tan longcoat in addition to black insulated pants, thick navy blue gloves, new snow boots, a woven maroon scarf courtesy of Elmyra, and even a matching woven cap he wore over the unruly blonde spikes of his hair. Shuddering once more to dislodge some of the built-up snow on his figure, he managed to spot his destination not too far off.
The Seventh Heaven bar was all decorated and lit up for the upcoming holidays, a welcome beacon of light and coziness amid the harsh chills of the world outside. Cloud and the kids had worked hard to put the baubles and trinkets up and had even spent a couple of days each week keeping the walk outside free of slush and any other potential hazards. From the looks of it, the bar was packed with patrons looking to escape from the flurries that raged on. The blonde man honestly didn’t mind the company now as it helped keep the bar busy and it was nice to see so many people had come flocking back to the city after the Deepground Incident over a year ago. The voices of merry conversations drifted out even from the closed door and windows, inviting the weary delivery man into the mirth.
Once the motorcycle was safely inside the garage on the side of the building (after having to wrestle with the iced door blocking the entrance); Cloud finally peeled off some of his soaking clothes, revealing his emerald green turtleneck sweater and pale skin underneath. He had been in the process of knocking the snow off of his boots when a head popped into the doorway from the main room.
“Oh hey Cloud! You’re home early.” the voice greeted him, causing the man to life his head up and see who had spoken. It was none other than his son, Denzel, wearing the biggest smile on his face. The boy had hit a bit of a growth spurt and now stood shoulder height to his adopted dad as he ran up and hugged him. Cloud smiled back and wrapped him in his arms, giving the brown hair of his son a ruffle. The kid looked good in his new white jacket and gray cargos, and it made the older man happy that he had gotten the clothing when passing through Mideel one day last week.
“Yeah, couldn’t really stay out in the streets for too long. It’s getting kinda bad out there.” He broke the contact they had and shucked off his boots and gloves, slipping into a worn pair of work shoes by the entranceway. Turning back to Denzel as he hung up his coat, scarf, and hat, Cloud ruffled out his own hair as he continued speaking. “How busy are we tonight?”
As if to answer his question, a warm voice called from the kitchen. “Denzel, is that Cloud? If it is, could you two come in here please? I’m in need of your guys’ help right now!”
Denzel and Cloud laughed as they ducked into the crowded barroom, eager to give a hand to the woman manning the counter. Tifa Lockhart was a vision dressed in a cute red v-neck with dark brown slacks, her brown hair tied back in a high ponytail, as she served the people with a smile. Cloud still got star struck every time he saw her and he had to mentally kick himself into action when he caught himself staring. Shelke and Marlene were already busy busing tables while Tifa cooked up a storm as Denzel joined the girls. Jumping into the rush, Cloud had to admit that his drink mixing skills were getting better thanks to the barmaid’s careful coaching, and gladly took over the liquors from Tifa. The evening passed by in a haze of good food and good drinks as the family kept the entertainment going, sharing in the stories and joy of their customers.
Once the last couple had left with a cheery wave, everyone left let out a collective sigh of relief. Shelke was nursing a glass of juice while Marlene and Tifa chatted with her, watching as Denzel and Cloud did clean-up duty. The boys made quick work of it and soon joined the girls, all of them exhausted from the long day. Cloud softly slipped an arm around Tifa’s waist and she responded by comfortably leaning into him, the two of them facing the kids on the other side of the counter.
“Well wasn’t that eventful?” The brown haired woman breathed out, her worried gaze flickering over to the red head as the girl took another swig from her glass. “How’s that migraine of yours, Shelke? Any better?”
“A bit. That last group of customers did not help though.” Shelke fingered the collar of her pink vest as she continued. “I am glad that Cloud showed up. I don’t think we could have made it without him.” At that, the girl glanced up at him with a half-smile. She too had grown a few inches like Denzel, but unlike him she was several years older, nearly 20 now to his 12. Being trapped by an oppressive organization and forced into experiments that stunted her growth had taken its toll on her, but Shelke had adjusted amazingly well into the family and her new life.
The next bit of conversation was cut off by a thunderous pounding at the door, causing everyone to jump at the noise. Cloud immediately headed for the door, grabbing a hidden knife out from under the counter as Tifa followed closely behind. Though the city was generally safer thanks to the World Regenesis Organization looking after the citizens, it was always better to be cautious if someone suspicious passed by. The loud knocking came again, even more insistent as the adults braced themselves by the door. Due to how frosted over the windows were they couldn’t really see who it was that was trying to impose. Cloud called out, bracing for the worst. “Sorry but we’re closed!”
“Shit, foo’! Y’all can’t let a family member in? ‘M freezing my ass off!” Came the deep reply and instantly everyone relaxed. It was the voice of Barret Wallace, the other big man of the little Seventh Heaven family. Hastily the door was opened for him and the burly man barged in, slamming the door shut before getting tackled by his daughter.
“Daddy! You’re home!” Marlene crowed into his hulking chest as she gave him a huge hug. Marlene was the last of the three kids that resided in Seventh Heaven and she too had grown in the intervening years. She was just a little shorter than Denzel now at the age of 10 and every bit the heart of the family. “I missed you!”
The dark-skinned man let out a booming laugh, returning his little girl’s embrace warmly as he set her back down. “Shoo’, I missed ya too! An’ whas with keepin’ me out in the cold like that, huh?” He looked even more bulked up than usual thanks to the huge coat he wore over his other clothing, but it did nothing to hide the ironic grin on his face.
“Nothing personal!” Tifa offered apologetically. “It’s just better to be safe than sorry!” Taking the knife away from Cloud and putting it back underneath the counter, the woman smiled sheepishly at the man. “What’s got you all excited though?”
Barret just chuckled again with a shake of his head. “Is’ the tree lightin’ ceremony tonight! Thought y’all woulda been getting’ ready to go, bein’ the 24th and all!”
A splutter from Cloud was drowned out by the kids excited reactions, all three of them crowding around the giant of a man. Cloud’s loss of words didn’t escape Tifa though and she drew closer to him with a confused look on her face. “Cloud? What’s wrong” It was unusual for the normally stoic man to get flustered and yet here he was blushing.
“I-It’s just that I…” He took a minute to gulp in a breath and mentally cursed out Barret for ruining the surprise he had been planning. “I was trying to keep it a secret about taking you there.” His blue eyes shot down to stare down at the floor as he fretted about how lame his attempt was to ask out the love of his life. He never really had been good at the whole suave thing.
He was soon answered by a pair of arms nearly crushing out the breath in his lungs as Tifa gave him an exuberant embrace. “I would love to go with you, Cloud!” Her reddish brown eyes were sparkling with happiness and to seal the deal, she planted a huge kiss on his cheek. This only served to deepen the blush on the blonde’s visage and to draw the attention of the entire room to them.
“Well shoo’, shoulda told me you wanted some alone time, Spiky!” Barret roared in amusement at the sight of the couple. This caused chaos in the room as both the kids and other adults protested and generally fell over themselves over the awkwardness of the whole situation. Once they all calmed down, it was a mad dash to grab coats along with more winter gear before the ceremony officially began not 30 minutes away. Locking up the bar behind them, the small group plunged into the night as they began their journey to the center of town.
Throngs of people were already on the way to the festivities, kids running about here and there in-between them. Barret walked ahead with Denzel and Marlene charging past him, Shelke following at her own pace, leaving Cloud and Tifa to bring up the rear. Cloud couldn’t help but keep taking glances out of the corner of his eye at the beautiful woman. She truly looked like an angel with the snow softly landing on her wool hat and eyelashes, her face flushed with pink as she buried her face in her scarf. A spur of the moment seized the man and without a second thought he took her gloved hand warmly in his. It surprised her of course as he normally wasn’t so bold. It caused her glance up and she was greeted by Cloud’s cute smile, making her return it with a grin of her own as their destination drew closer.
At the center plaza where a new memorial for Meteorfall had been rebuilt, a huge crowd had gathered around an enormous tree. Families and friends of all shapes and sizes eagerly awaited for the ceremony to begin, as that would mean the holiday had officially begun. There was bated breath as Reeve Tuesti, the leader of the WRO himself, soon stood up on the podium situated in front of the immense conifer. After giving a short speech on the meaning of companionship and love, the man gave the go-ahead for the switch to be flipped much to the cheers of the people. In a brilliant display of color and grandeur, the tree and memorial were set ablaze with a rainbow of lights for all to see.
The speech of his old friend had struck a chord in the blonde man and he turned to his companion, bracing himself for what he was about to say. “Tifa” Cloud commanded her attention and waited until her eyes met his before he continued. “I know I haven’t been the most attentive man to you or our family, and I haven’t exactly been the hero you’ve always wanted, but…” A deep breath punctuated his spiel as he grabbed her hands in his. He nearly faltered right then and there because the beautiful woman before him, thanking the stars above that somehow in his messed-up life, he had done something to deserve her. “But I don’t ever want to lose you again, and I’ll always do my best to keep my promise to you. I swear it.” Without any more words, he gently pulled her closer to him, his lips meeting hers in a sweet embrace.
Cloud had been scared of her not responding, of trying to push him away. He felt her move against his arms and it shot a sting of fear into his heart. Instead of trying to escape like he thought, Tifa had only tossed her arms around his neck and kissed him back lovingly. They stayed like that for several moments, neither of them caring about who saw them and where they were. They only needed each other right then, and it was more than enough.
Pulling away only slightly to catch her breath, Tifa rested her forehead against that of her love’s, lost in the passion of their feelings. “You never have lost me, Cloud.” Lifting her gaze up, she could see his smoldering glance and it warmed her to the bottom of her feet. “In the end you were always there to save me, and that’s all that matters.” Once more they came together for a kiss, this one just as sweet as their first one before pulling away. “I love you, Cloud.” She breathed, snuggling into his broad shoulder.
“I love you too, Tifa,” he whispered back, giving her a soft peck on her forehead as he continued to hold her. He felt blessed to have finally gotten the words off of his chest, and yet, he knew that the love had always been there. It all just needed a chance to be let out.
“I knew it!” A young ninja woman cheered not too far from the couple, only to be shushed by the group surrounding her. “Whaaaat? It’s about time those two sealed the deal!”
“Yuffie, you do well to learn a bit more tact.” A red lion-like creature chided her, his flaming tail flicking at the snow irritably.
Yuffie Kisaragi only pouted at him, her arms crossed in front of her in defiance. “Oh c’mon Nanaki! I know you and everyone else agrees with me!”
A tall man in a blood red cloak chuckled quietly at the woman. “I think we should just leave Cloud and Tifa be.”
Another giggle joined in with the man, this one coming from a glasses-wearing woman wrapped up in the arms of a burly pilot. “Vincent’s right, let them have their moment.”
“Damn straight, Shera!” The man gave his wife a big kiss in response, causing a noise of disgust to arise from Yuffie.
“Shut ya gob, lassie! Cid’s n’ Shera got a fair point!” A robot cat held by a sharp dressed man blurted out, his crown nearly falling off in indignation.
“I think we’ve all had out entertainment for the night,” acquiesced Reeve, petting Cait Sith in his arms to calm him down.
“Well I dunno ‘bout you foos’, but I’m happy for ‘em.” Barret grinned happily at back of the couple in front of them, his chest swelling with pride. The three kids standing next to him nodded in agreement with matching smiles. Denzel, Marlene, and Shelke all knew that it was only a matter of time before Cloud and Tifa finally confessed and could only feel joy at the sight of the two lovers together.
“We can hear all of you, you know.” Cloud’s sudden declaration caught the group behind him and Tifa, formerly known as AVALANCHE, off guard and left them all sheepishly trying to stutter out excuses. Tifa and Cloud just laughed warmly as they joined their friends, completing the little circle they had formed. Tifa kept her arm linked with Cloud’s and was looking the happiest she had ever been. Cloud himself was the same way, feeling like the happiest man on the planet.
“C’mon everyone, let’s head back to the bar. Hot chocolate and drinks on me!” Tifa announced, much to the enjoyment. Together, the ragtag bunch of people from all corners of the world made their way towards the promise of warmth. Their fearless leader and his girlfriend lead the way arm in arm, chatting merrily with their friends. They had fought hard for this moment and many more to come, and as a young woman wearing a pink frock accompanied by a young man with an old military uniform looked on, it would be sure to stay that way. It was a still a cold night for the city of Edge and the snow still fluttered down from the sky, but for the AVALANCHE family, this was home.
Phew, one heck of a doozy for me to finally get done, but this seriously was fun. It’s getting so close to Christmas here that I just had to write out this story about how Cloud and Tifa confessed to each other and finally got that big kiss. They love each other through thick and thin and I hope I captured that in this fic. Oh and I also hope you liked the cameos from AVALANCHE! Well, two more days to go, and sadly this week will be over. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure these next two fics will be just as awesome as all the others. Thanks for reading!
#promiseweek#TabbyCatScribbles#One of my longest fics yet!#This was fun to write and I loved every minute of it#Happy Holidays everyone!
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Favorite Family Moment
Cloti Week Day #4
Family is one of THE most important things that anyone could ever have. I know this from experience and I love every bit of my family no matter how crazy they get. That being said, I am so happy that Cloud and Tifa are able to have a family with Marlene and Denzel along with Barret when he comes around and down below I’ll be writing about one of my favorite moments with them. After all they went through, Cloud and Tifa get to be a family and it is one of the sweetest things.
It had been a long day at the Seventh Heaven Bar in the new city of Edge, and Tifa was just finishing up getting the bar shut down when the roar of an engine greeted her ears. A smile spread across her lovely face as two figures charged down the stairs and through the door leading to the garage with a chorus of “Cloud’s home!” A muffled grunt followed the thuds and peals of laughter as the two kids greeted their dad enthusiastically.
Wiping the suds off her hands with a dish rag, Tifa also made her way over the garage door and was greeted by the sight of her family all in a big heap on the floor beside a monstrous motorbike. The rider in question was chuckling quietly, his arms around the two children who had sent him crashing to the floor giggling right along with him. Joining in with their laughter, she amicably placed her hands on her hips as she raised a sharp eyebrow. “Now now kids, you had best let him up or else he’ll be late for dinner.”
“Awe c’mon, Tifa!” The little brown-haired girl piped up after rolling off of Cloud’s chest with another giggle. “We were just saying hi!”
“Yeah. Cloud loves it when me and Marlene come say hi, right?” The other brown-haired child, a boy, grinned hugely down at the blonde-haired man as he sat up to ruffle the boy’s hair.
“Yeah, you got it, Denzel,” Cloud agreed as he offered one of his rare small smiles, giving the boy one more gentle nudge before turning his gaze up to the woman watching over them. “Hey.” He offered her a short greeting, but his bright blue eyes spoke all the words he needed to say.
“Hey you. Welcome home.” Stretching out her hand, she helped him up to his feet with a warm grin and a peck on the cheek. The little show of affection made Cloud blush, the redness going to his ears as Denzel and Marlene giggled even more behind his back. The displays between the two of them were few and far between, but everyone one of them were special in their own way. “Let’s get you cleaned up before I get finished with dinner.”
Nodding, Cloud followed her into the kitchen with Denzel and Marlene tagging along right behind the adults. Ever since Denzel had joined their little family only a couple of months ago, this had been the normal routine. It was actually one of Denzel’s better weeks, his Geostigma barely affecting him as he helped to set up the main table for the meal. Marlene was overjoyed at the thought of having a brother, and the two kids had hit it off extremely well. They worked in tandem as Tifa checked the chicken once more in the oven, placing dishes and silverware here and there on the tabletop.
Tifa happened to glance over to see Cloud set up his paperwork and routes for the next day on the side table, and she was suddenly struck with how at home he looked with the children, done with the place setting, flanking his sides. It was more so than he ever had over the past few weeks as she turned back to the counter to continue scrubbing more dishes. Her reddish-brown eyes followed the man’s fingertips as he guided them over the maps spread out before them, pointing out landmarks and features. The kids asked so many questions and lit up when he answered them as faithfully as he could. He really did look as if he was a slightly young father teaching his kids about the world, and she couldn’t be happier with the image before her.
“Hey Cloud,” Denzel reached across one of the maps and pointed at the large island in the south, “is that where you’re going tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’ve got somethings to deliver to Wutai. Probably won’t be back until later in the night.” Cloud offered the boy a sheepish glance, but the boy didn’t seem to mind. The man was being honest, and it was all he could ask for. Their relationship was a special one among the family, as it was because of Cloud that Denzel had come to live with them after rescuing him in front of the old church.
“Cloud! Isn’t that where Yuffie lives?” Marlene patted his arm to get his attention, the question alight in her big brown eyes. “Could you say hi to her for me and tell her I miss her?” The little girl had been through thick and thin with the group that had helped protect the world not so long ago, and in turn each of the members were endeared to her. Being the tender age of 5 helped immensely with the fact that she warmed her way into their hearts.
He nodded, sending his blonde spikes bouncing as he did, and gave her a small grin in response. “Sure thing. Wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” Though he ran a delivery business and was often away from the bar, Cloud always came back to his family at the end of the day. It was his only solace after everything he had been through.
Marlene gave him a hug around his arm and nuzzled him with happiness. Ever so quickly though, her head shot back up with another inquiry. “Oh! Has Daddy called you? Do you know when he’ll be back to see me?”
The man frowned then, not knowing how to respond to the little girl. After a small beat he simply told her, “Haven’t heard from him yet.” Barret was another old friend of Cloud and Tifa along with Yuffie, and was currently out looking for a purpose in his life. From time to time he would come see his daughter, Marlene, much to her joy.
Noticing how crestfallen his sister looked, Denzel tried to lighten her mood. “Hey Marlene, I’m sure he’ll be back soon. He said he was almost done with his prospecting last time he was here!” Giving her a thumbs up and a nod, he continued on with a smile. “Don’t worry! You’ve got us.”
Tifa giggled at this insistence and caused the attention to soon be diverted to her. “Denzel’s right, you know your dad will come home in no time.” A ding sounded off behind her and with that, the food was ready. “And speaking of time, dinner is served!”
“Yay!” The kids quickly pulled Cloud away from his work and got him to sit at the table as Tifa brought the steaming pot filled with chicken and vegetables over. The man gave the food an appreciative once over and a “Thanks” to the cook as he began to carve up the bird. Sitting down next to him and helping to distribute the meal to the two hungry children, the woman couldn’t help but feel loved by these three people in her life.
In all honesty, Tifa could scarcely believe that at the young age of 23 she had a family, let alone one with her childhood friend turned…lover? It still puzzled her on what exactly her and Cloud were after the fighting was over, but there was one thing for certain that she knew. She knew that Cloud really did care for not only her, but the kids as well, and cared for all three of them deeply. Whenever he would smile at them with the tiniest hints of an upturned corner of his mouth or would laugh with short chuckles, she knew little by little he was getting there. He was getting back to the Cloud she knew and loved, and she and the kids would be there every step of the way.
Another day, another entry down! In Case of Tifa, we finally get some perspective on her side of the story and that’s where I got the inspiration from to write this. Seeing not only her but also Cloud interact with these two young kids really brought a smile to my face. They all mean the world to each other and it really hits ya in the feels. So yeah, I tried my hand at writing from Tifa’s viewpoint and it looks like it didn’t stink like I thought it would. But hey, life’s about taking chances!
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