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tonberry-yoda · 11 months

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Which characters do you tend to have fun on writing the most from each series?

AHHH OMG YAY I GET TO GEEK OUT!! Thank you for the question anon, I am more than happy to answer this!!! <333 Also, I'm going to do every fandom if you don't mind! Just because every fandom and every character is different!

JJBA

-> So, JJBA is such a fun series to write for and it just has SO MUCH. Picking a favorite is super difficult, but I have found myself having a lot of fun writing for characters for part 6 and 7 as they are my favorite parts. Particularly, I love writing for Pucci since I love religious villains and it gives me a fun excuse to do some delving into learning about religion. And I love writing for Gyro since he is one of my favorite characters and I have always found him fun to write for!! That and villains like Kira, because he is such a weird one that I get to play with his character honestly

FINAL FANTASY

-> Now, I don't write for this fandom often because I don't have a ton of followers for it, but I LOVE writing for the chocobros. FFXV is actually one of the things that got me into fanfic writing, so I love writing for them because it's nostalgic for me <3

KINGDOM HEARTS

-> Any of org 13. It is so fun to write for these characters that are supposed to be emotionless and add that level of raw emotion. It just makes it way more fun to play around with some stuff that has been revealed in game and then add my own twist to some of it!

HAIKYUU!!

-> I love writing for Tendou!!! He is such a goofy character who I really loved and every time I have wrote for him, I just have a huge smile on my face lol. I can't get over that one fic where they just go to the convenient store at like 3am, it's still one of my favs

HUNTER X HUNTER

-> Illumi. I don't write for him often, but this heartless killer of a character with no emotion is just something else to write for. Plus, I love a bit of scary stuff in a fic sometimes and I have this headcanon that he has a closet just full of dolls, so yeah, I love writing for him in the spooky way. And I'm sorry to say it, but Hisoka too. He loves pissing off y/n and is fun to write for. OMFG AND I ALMOST FORGOT CHROLLO!! Again, another religious type villain who's really interesting and fun to play with. Especially since he hides who he is in front of others, it's a lot of fun. Just the entire adult trio lol

THE ARCANA

-> Asra and Julian. I am a huge plague doctor fan and know a lot about the plague, so I get to add that in my Julian writing and he is a highly romantic man so I get to add that aspect too. As for Asra, MC and him have this friends to lovers thing that is always fun for me to write. And he has such a distinct personality that I can't help but have fun!

ONE PIECE

-> Is it illegal to say everyone? JK I actually do have an answer for this one. The only thing is, there are SO MANY CHARACTERS in One Piece who are all different in some way, so they are all fun in their own way to write for! But as for my choice, Zoro. One of my first fics that I was super proud of was a Zoro one. I like watching that idiot get lost and fall into y/n's arms somehow LMFAO. Plus, when he gets lost in the show he usually finds something interesting, so it is easy to get inspired to write for him (also a weird one that I love to write is Brook because I go really in depth with his backstory and make y/n sick af it's awesome) AND CROC OMFG I ALMOST FORGOT. I am the papa croc woman!!

JJK

-> Gojo and Nanami. They are the ones I simp over so yeah. For Gojo, it's nice to just write this stupid character and goof around with him, so he's mostly easy to write for. As for Nanami, I write a lot of characters like him (tired, overworked, etc.) in stuff like books/non fics that I write, so he is easy to nail for me

ONE PUNCH MAN

-> Saitama! He is such an interesting character in general and gives off these fluffy vibes that I love writing. Also, he's just my fav character lol

MHA

-> DABI. Honestly, I don't like MHA that much anymore for fandom reasons and how the anime is. I think it's a great series and all, just not that great if that makes sense. But that's for another day, the point is, Dabi is the only character that makes me still wanna pick up the manga. He is so complex and has always been great. Plus, I LOVE writing the douchey bad boy side of him and making y/n sick of his shit

OVERWATCH

-> I have kind of been known as the Ramattra girl on here LMFAO. I was one of the first people to write a full ass Ramattra fic when he came out, so people came to me with tons of ideas! Because of this, he is probably my favorite to write for. Plus, I love the fluff and angst that he has with him so I LOVE writing for him!!

RECORD OF RAGNAROK

-> I have enjoyed writing for Jack the Ripper a lot because he is a very interesting character, but Hermes is my fav. I love him in the show and his design is chefs kiss. I haven't wrote for ROR much though, so I can't say much yet tbh

RESIDENT EVIL

-> I wrote an amazing Leon fic that I will say didn't get enough love. That being said, I love writing for Leon. He is such a great character in RE2 and RE4 that I get to build off of him so much as the reoccurring character that he is and it's really fun for me (same can kind of be said for Jotaro in JJBA)

ARCANE

-> VIKTOR AND SILCO. This was one of the BEST shows to get writing inspo for because it is very similar to the book I am writing so I love the characters. Silco is such a great villain with this bit of love in him that I find easy to slide in another character like y/n. As for Viktor, I love a crusty scientist, so it's easy for me LMFAO

sorry this turned out to be a little long, anon, but I got really excited when I got asked this question, so thank you for that! I hope you have a super day and liked my answer lol!! <3

#tonberry answers #asks #anon #<3 #got a little nerdy but I cant help it #i love writing sm

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glaivenoct · 1 year

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Sending character(s)= Noctis & Nyx

Thanks for sending one, friend! :D (Character Ask Meme here)

Once again Brina fails to answer things without rambling at least once ;u;

***Noctis***

1.) sexuality headcanon: Gay, gay. He gay. I also find ace Noct very valid. 2.) otp: NyxNoct, of course!!! <3 Shocker, I know :p 3.) brotp: Heh, this is silly but, let me die on my niche crossover hill of princely best friends Noctis & Zagreus from Hades. NoctZag? ZagNoct? Prince BFFs for life!! ;u; 4.) notp: I- imma just keep those to myself QuQ 5.) first headcanon that pops into my head: Stand by Me is actually a lullaby Aulea would sing to Noctis in the short time she spent with him when he was a baby. 6.) favorite line from this character: Hmm... that's a tough one. I'm gonna list a few lol "Dad... Trust in me." "Kings of Lucis! Come to me!" "Walk tall, my friends." "What can I say? I'm worth the wait." (my inner NyxNoct heart SCREAMED) "Talk about backseat fishing..." "Hey! I got muscle... you just can't see it." ANYTIME he nerded out in the Assasin's Festival DLC Whenever he talked to the cat at Galdin The entire scene where he meets with Cor at the first Royal Tomb

7.) one way in which I relate to this character: I, too, get overwhelmed thinking about my responsibilities that are looming on the horizon and just want to go back to a hotel room with friends and vibe and play video games while traveling to new places IsThatTooMuchToAsk :')

8.) thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: I don't know if I'd necessarily say it gives me second hand embarrassment, but it mostly just makes me snicker and go "omfg you little NERD" but probably his "Sharp erryday" line. This isn't necessarily my embarrassment either, but I LOVE in the ChocoMog Festival when he follows the Moogle dance all "Huh? Like this?" and then rubs the back of his neck all shy and goes "Can't believe I just did that." *clutches chest* I just lovehimsomuch ;u;

9.) cinnamon roll or problematic fave? CINNAMON ROLL. LOOKS LIKE ONE, IS ONE, BUT COULD ACTUALLY KILL YOU ALL IN ONE.

***Nyx***

1.) sexuality headcanon: Listen. This man is bi as hell 2.) otp: *bangs pots and pans together* NyxNoct NyxNoct NYXNOCT 3.) brotp: There's no way I CAN'T mention Libertus and Crowe! But also, I have a soft spot for some PelNyx! Both platonic and romantic. I just think there's a lot of mutual respect and trust between them and there's part of me that wants to explore it more sometimes! 4.) notp: Again, gonna keep to myself ^^; 5.) first headcanon that pops into my head: While Nyx was given the moniker of "Hero", his own personal Hero is his Mama. He has the highest, utmost respect and love for his mother and would drop EVERYTHING to help and give her whatever she needed. She raised him right and well even if he was a troublemaker at times. Nyx looks like his Papa, but gets all the charm from his Mama! 6.) favorite line from this character: Hoh there's a few, listing them all too - "I'm worth the wait!" (HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THIS ONE) "To hell with your power! I'm not here for it. I only came to tell you: You are no kings." "Rule well, young king." "Besides, didn't anyone tell you? I'm the Hero around here." "What, you got wings underneath that dress?" "Nifilheim took your home. Took all our homes! Nothing will ever change that." "Give Prince Noctis my regards." 7.) one way in which I relate to this character: I think, overall, probably his sense of loyalty and selflessness.

8.) thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: HMMM, I got nothin' for this one friends ¯_(ツ)_/¯ unless maybe there was a time Nyx ripped his uniform pants because his butt was just Too Thicc. @ me all you want on that one, because it could very easily be canon if you ask me!

9.) cinnamon roll or problematic fave? What constitutes a fave being problematic though, I'm genuinely curious lol. It's funny, because I think from the perspective of OTHER CHARACTERS in FFXV, they'd dub Nyx problematic fave in a heartbeat lmao. Me personally, though? The smug cool Hero dude who, at the end of the day, thinks his life is worthless? Your honor that is my battle hardened cinnamon roll, who, SURE, can at times be a smart-mouthed trouble-making asshole. I take no criticism on this, thank you. (also if you ask me, he looks like he can kill you and will actually kill you. but still my battle hardened cinnamon roll)

#asks

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ricksans · 2 years

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In episode 2’s Blast From The Past: segment @ricksans and @officialserganddestroy take a look at Papa Sama by Erick Scarecrow, produced by ESC toys. #mooglecosplay #mooglemarch #finalfantasyonline #finalfantasyart #moogle #squaresoft #ffxv #supersmash #zeldanation #zeldanintendo #zeldafans #windwaker #xenobladechronicles #zeldabotw #legendofzeldabreathofthewild #unboxings #toyunboxing #nerdalert #productreviews #ilovefreestuff #unboxingjoy #youtubevideo #unboxing #geeklife #esctoy #esctoys #erickscarecrow #erickscarecrowart #erickscarecrowlittleliberty #papasama https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgwr_tOuF8N/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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moonraccoon-exe · 7 years

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Papa ardyn with twin babies -3-

I was midways through this, I thought it saved in my clipboard, copied something else, and WOOPS MS Word thought it’d be a good idea to BETRAY ME. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Edit: IT HAPPENED TWICE.

I am so angry. (￣︶￣)

Gonna start over, but hey! Let’s look at the bright side. I don’t know which it is, but there’s gotta be one. (￣︶￣)

Dear anon, first of all, I’m sorry for taking so long. Yours was here before I posted this other one (they were in inbox at the same time but with many other requests/asks in between), so it’s been a while.

Dear other anon (the one of the pic), I kind of melt a little at the way you say ‘Please’. I believe you’ve been here before for other requests and the little “Please”s at the beginning always kill me a little. It’s so nice. (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

I do hope the wait will be worth it, though.

Ireallyhope so.(・ u ・)

This goes for you two. ♡ ～(‘▽^人)

Ardyn with twin daughters:

Ardyn created these two.

You’re not getting the point; he literally created them.

After 2000 years of life and nearly killing EVERYBODY ON EOS, it’s kind of hard to aspire for a partner, and Ardyn ain’t really interested in one, but he wanted to have kids, so he used his daemonic powers to literally create his babies.

He wanted two kids so he was like “I’m going to make both at once, then. What’s the worst that can happen?”

Hahahahahahahha, Ardyn you IDIOT.

So basically these girls are like Prompto; only the dad’s genetics. And daddy is a daemon piñata, so these girls are half human half daemon.

Best family EVER.

When they finally appeared in front of him, newborn and lying there, Ardyn was like

“Okay. So I wanted kids. And here they are. Fantastic. Uhm…yeah. Great. ………now wat (・・;) ”

Lmao Ardyn is going to figure out that having a kid is troubles.

And he has TWO.

This bloody idiot.

He tried to convince Aranea to help him 24/7

Aranea smacked him.

Pfft, like he needs her. He’ll be best dad ever, you’ll see.

Ardyn you just forgot your other child on the ground.

Don’t worry, Ardyn will get a grip of this.

Now that was the beginning of this story and explanation, now get ready for the real headcanons of the daily life of Papa Ardyn with his twin daughters:

Ardyn loves both in equal measures but never confuses which is which.

As you know from that other post, Ardyn likes to raspberry them whenever he changes their diapers or clothes.

Ardyn adores to kiss their cheeks and tummies.

Baby Twin #1 adores his hair, so he’s usually picking her and dropping her on his head like she’s but a tiny kitty, and lets her play with and pull from his hair all that she wishes.

Baby Twin #2 adores his beard, so he’s usually holding her close or letting her stay close to pat at and rub at his beard.

This makes things difficult because Ardyn has to keep it short all the time, enough so it’s felt, but not too much so it’s gone, but has to shave when it grows too long and baby twin #2 is upset when he’s shaved clean, so it’s a mess, really.

The twins love Ardyn’s real face.

It’s the best way to have them stop crying, show it to them, coo at them while with his deamon face on.

Sometimes the twins will wake up in the middle of the night to cry, so Ardyn has to go check them.

You’d think they want food or that they peed or something, but nope. They just want to see Ardyn’s daemon face.

You cannot blame them, they’re basically daemons, they love his face.

Ardyn loves to have conversations with them.

They’re smol babies so they don’t understand, but Ardyn loves to talk long with them and never gets tired.

He uses baby voice and toys with their hands a lot as they ‘talk’.

His baby voice is a slight raise of his voice pitch, and it’s always in almost a murmur, and he’s constantly laughing softly and lowly and kissing at their cheeks or hands.

This man is ridiculously sweet with his babies.

Ardyn bids goodnight by kissing both cheeks of both babies, so that’s 4 kisses each night.

Ardyn reads them to sleep.

Ardyn loves to carry each baby in each arm, to rock both at the same time, and hum them to sleep, too.

Sometimes it’s impossible to get this man away of his daughters when it’s bedtime, so he just stands there all night.

Not like he needs sleep, anyway.

Plus, his daughters are his entire universe, he could watch them all day and not get bored.

Ardyn quietly humming to them turns into a daily thing.

Ardyn actually has a nice voice for humming.

The look in his face when he looks at them, dammit, he loves them so dearly it’s impossible.

Ardyn can go all day hugged to his babies.

They make him so happy and he loves them lots, he can’t let go.

The babies sometimes pat or caress his face, and he loves when they do.

You should have seen this man’s face when he discovered onesies.

You’re NEVER going to get twin girls out of their onesies.

Ardyn’s favorite to dress them in is the moogle ones.

ARDYN LOVES MOOGLES AND ARDYN LOVES HIS DAUGHTERS OKAY THIS IS THE BEST COMBINATION SINCE OXYGEN + FIRE

Baby girls love to fight each other for mere fun.

These baby girls are daemons, so there’s a lot of black mist and weird liquid on their faces and fangs and hisses and magic and this is demonic, satanic stuff.

Ardyn watches like “Aaaaaw! ♡ ～(‘▽^人) “

He cheers them on so both dare themselves to be stronger than Sis.

If a baby girl accidentally makes her sister cry, she’ll cuddle her until she’s not upset anymore.

They they will continue fighting.

Both babies always pat each other on the head after they’re done fighting.

What is this demonic family

Ardyn likes to dress the girls the same in matching clothes

Ardyn grows as a fanboy of costume stores

He visits costume stores at least once a week to see what’s new so he can get his daughters

Ardyn’s dressing them in costumes no matter if it’s just a normal day

Baby girls have been female Ifrits, garulas, moogles (YES, they have the onesies AND costumes), black & yellow chocobo, bats, fairies, kittens and all other things available in stores.

Speaking of costumes, this family has the best Trick or Treating in the world, because they can either dress up or just pull their real faces out.

“*GASPS* That’s such a realistic costume! D:”

Lmao Barbara these are real daemons shut up and hand out the candies

Ardyn and the smol girls like to play monster a lot.

Ardyn will pull his real face out and will act as if though “real Papa” is possessed, and Smol Twins will team up to ‘rescue papa’.

Ardyn chases both around the house and could go on for hours.

Sometimes smol twins hide and ambush Ardyn.

Ardyn will “fight” them and growl and try to raspberry them.

Some of these times, Ardyn will let them win.

The reward is having his human face out again while he acts as if though he had just been rescued.

“My heroines! You’ve saved me, you two are so strong! (˙︶˙)♡”

Ardyn likes to praise them a lot.

They’re his most beloved treasure, he’s often telling them how pretty and how strong they are.

Ardyn likes playing patty cake with both.

AT THE SAME TIME.

One hand per girl, so both are entertained.

It’s such a challenge, omfg

Ardyn says in-game he doesn’t feel physical pain so I’m going to assume his physicality isn’t too sensible so:

the twins like to hide. On his head.

Sometimes, baby twins will team up so one helps the other on top of Papa Dyn’s head, and Ardyn will go for hours with her hidden there and won’t know where she is,mistaking the weight on his head for his hat.

what is this family doing

The twins like to steal his hat and run away.

Twin little girls like to try his hat on.

It’s too big so it’s always falling to cover half of their faces, but that only makes them burst into a giggling mess, and both share the hat so each can try it over and over.

Ardyn usually watches while smiling and lets them play with it because dammit, they are adorable and he loves them.

As they’re often dressed the same, they always try to trick Ardyn into changing their names for their sister’s, but Ardyn always knows who is who.

Still, he sometimes pretends he’s been fooled and ends up playing with them.

Ardyn and twin girls like to curl up together to watch movies.

There’s Ardyn, watching princess movies because HE CAN.

There’s baby girls, watching gore because THEY CAN.

These girls like both fairy tales and horror movies, okay, let them be

Ardyn prefers the princess themed ones.

Papa Ardyn sits in the middle and each twin curls at each of his sides.

If it’s a musical movie, Ardyn will sing and dance to them with his kids.

He learned all the lyrics to all their favorite movies’ songs so he could sing them with them.

Ardyn’s not embarrassed to often dress up as the prince or hero of the movies so his kids have someone to play with.

They’re often calling the attention because they go in costume to the theatres when a new child movie is released.

Plus it’s three red-haired from which two are adorable twins, they are THE BEST FAMILY EVUR.

The three also curl in bed when it’s story time.

Ardyn lies in the middle and each twin at each side, in a way so the three can look at the big children book in Papa’s hands.

Ardyn likes to read to them slow and with the required emphasis, and truly enjoys of this.

Each twin likes to point at which part of the drawing of that page is their favorite before turning the page.

As they grow, Ardyn teaches them that way to start reading, at bedtime stories.

He reads a sentence, then encourages one girl to read the next one, and both him and sister help if she gets stuck, then he reads another, and encourages the other girl to do as her sister before, and so on and on until the three finish the book together.

The three are often falling asleep together.

Ardyn joins them in their tea parties.

You should see it, it’s Skyscrapper Tall Ardyn sat in a chair the size of a four year old, having invisible tea with two tiny girls, a headless chocobo plush, and a daemon plush toy.

Ardyn loves to smooch his daughters’ cheeks.

Every morning and every night, there’s still his ritual of kissing the four cheeks.

But there’s also random smooching of cheeks across the day.

Ardyn tried hiring Ignis to teach his daughters to bake cookies and muffins.

Ignis hung up on him.

The Daemon Family are learning on their own.

“Who needs that sassy nerd, anyway? ヽ(ˇヘˇ)ノ “

Ardyn went tantrum that day because dammit Ignis’ cookies are the best, how could he be rejected? ;____;

oh I wonder why Ardyn

The Daemon Family almost burnt their own house.

The Daemon Family are learning at their pace, don’t pressure them.

They’re having a lot of laughs together at the failed results.

Once they get a grip of it, the Izunia ain’t going to stop baking from now on.

They have Cookie Monday, Muffin Tuesday, Brownie Wednesday, Cake Thursday, and so on and on because the three LOVE desserts okay

They don’t seem to be affected by sugar, these lucky people.

They joke and play around while they’re baking.

They bake together btw

Little twins team up to use the rolling pin, each holding an end

Ardyn’s in charge of putting things in the oven and out of it.

They like to sing and do silly dances while they’re waiting for things in the oven.

Little girls are often dancing on the counter.

The Izunia always end up all covered in dough and flour, but the result is worth it and they eat their desserts together.

Ardyn still adores to dress them up.

He wants them to feel like princesses, both powerful and beautiful, so he takes a lot of time (and love

Nothing that makes them adult, all according to their age, ofc.

Ardyn practiced since they were babies so that when they grew up he could be prepared: hair braiding.

(Ardyn practiced since they were babies just so when they grew up he could give them pretty hairstyles, aaaawww

Ardyn likes to braid their hair using colorful ribbons.

RIBBONS. ARDN LOVES TO PUT RIBBONS ON THEM.

Ardyn also loves to let them braid or comb his hair.

As each twin wants to make a braid or tail on him, he assigned a side of his head to each girl.

This always results in Ardyn inevitably getting two ponytails or braids.

Lmao Ardyn with two ponytails.

He’s proud of the result.

For each drawing that little twins make for him, he makes one for each.

They have an entire room just to work as gallery for their drawings.

Ardyn loves to cuddle the heck out of these two.

Twin girls have each chosen one of Papa’s arms for themselves; Twin #1 ‘own’s the left arm and Twin #2 ‘owns’ the right one, so if both go hug papa, they’ll reach for their respective arm to be hugged with.

Twin #1 calls Ardyn “Papa Addy”

Twin #2 calls Ardyn “Papa Dyn”

He calls them Treasure and Jewel

Ardyn’s coming up with random nicknames for them all the time

Pumpkin & Carrot

Choco & Bo

Sea & Lake

Pebble 1 & Pebble 2

Boot & Show

Ardyn suffered when the girls were in age of going to school.

Ardyn cried dropping them at the entrance.

Ardyn waited at a bench literally across the street until school was over.

When twin girls came out, Ardyn immediately brought them in arms and hugged them like he hadn’t seen them in ages and cried on them while cuddling them.

“Papa, it was only 5 hours”·

“I WAS MISERABLE FOR FIVE HOURS”

Ardyn’s hating to take them to school.

Ardyn lasted 2 months

One day, Ardyn was like FUCK THIS SHIT ヽ(‵﹏´)ノ and broke into the school with his daemonic face on.

He took his little girls in arms and exaggeratedly growled at anyone he saw.

You should have seen the other kids, ahahaha, they’re like

“*GASP* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ヽ(°A°)ﾉ ”

Twin girls are like “ (・・ ) ? Papa?”

All kids are running around flipping desks and chairs and Ardyn’s still growling like when he plays monster except he’s trying to look scary

He walked away of school with twin girls in arms

“I have decided you two aren’t going to school. Who needs school?”

…Ardyn please that’s not how you parent

“We don’t need school, papa?”

“I haven’t been to school in like 1980 years and LOOK AT ME, I’M FINE, you don’t need that”

Ardyn pls stop

Ardyn still hates everyone but his family, so he hates that somebody else is teaching his kids, so nope, they stay home

The Daemon Family like to mess with the Lucian crown prince and his squad·

Twin girls often pretend they’re lost just to kick Noctis’ leg when he gets close

Noctis you dumbass are you not seeing the lost girls you find are always THE SAME?

The Daemon Family are often stealing Ignis’ baked cookies and desserts.

The Daemon Twins like to mess with poor Prompto who watched too many horror movies that involve little girls, so now these two appear to him when he least expects it just to scare the hell outta him

Prompto hasn’t slept good in two years

The Daemon twins like to jump the rope

They’re two so they often are in charge of swinging the rope while Papa jumps

Papa doesn’t fit in the tiny space

He’s too big

These three have a messed up way of talking because Twin 1 starts a sentence, Ardyn continues it, and Twin 2 finishes it, then they switch the order

They want to confuse you.

Sometimes little girls will burn things just for fun.

Ardyn is proud of them.

Little girls like to rip parts of plush toys off and exchange them so this head goes here instead and this arm here, so they have a lot of Frankenstein toys.

Ardyn thinks they’re far, far better creature-makers than Verstael fool.

Ardyn always gets two birthday cakes, one for each twin.

He’s learning what each twin likes individually, so his gifts are always different for each twin.

He packs the gifts himself with colors each twin likes most.

Sometimes, like they play monster, they play Dragon.

Ardyn can make fire, so he pretends to be a fierce dragon that the twins must defeat (don’t worry, he makes sure the fire makes no harm)

Ardyn always lets them win

That is, after a good ‘fight’, growling, and raspberries.

The pillow fights in this family are majestic.

Ardyn’s bought a ridiculous quantity of pillows just for whenever they enter a pillow fight.

There’s feathers and stuffing everywhere.

Ardyn measures his strenght not to harm any twin by accident

The twins use FULL FORCE on him

Look, it’s three DAEMONS having a pillow fight, that’s pretty normal

Twins are still teaming up for everything, so pillow fights are basically twins vs. Ardyn

Sometimes, the twins hide from Ardyn by hiding under his coat (when he’s not wearing it)

The twins will steal it and drop it on the floor, then hide under it

It’s so BIG and they’re so small that they can go unseen once hidden under all that fabric.

Ardyn knows where they are because of his daemon senses tingling in presence of theirs, but he pretends he has no idea.

It’s ridiculously adorable and it takes all his might not to burst out into “Aaaws” or laughs.

When the twins grow old enough, he stops reading them to sleep, but switches to telling them stories by heart, whether it’s personal experience or a fantasy tale.

No matter how old the girls get, Ardyn will never let one night go without kissing their cheeks.

He often tells them he loves them, and he loves each individually.

He goes to the bed of one twin, kisses her cheeks, laughs a bit with her.

“Goodnight, sweetie. I love you. And I love you.”

The first one is like generally, and second one is personal, emphasized with a poke to the nose.

He goes to the bed of the other twin, kisses her cheeks, laughs as well, and says the same words except with different nickname.

This is so they know he loves them as twins, and personally too.

Sometimes, the little twins will sneak into Ardyn’s bedroom to cuddle with him.

Maybe it’s their daemonic side, but they love how cold Ardyn is despite his endless layers of clothes, so they curl up at his side to fall asleep.

Ardyn has noticed their midnight sneaking, but doesn’t nag them for it.

He loves to sleep with his daughters curled at his sides, so why would he complain about it?

All the love that Ardyn doesn’t feel for the world, he feels it for his daughters.

They are his heart and veins; without them, he has no reasons of existance.

Speaking of existance, his made sense when he had his twins.

Having lived 2000 years until them, oh, it was worth it and beyond that.

This is Papa Ardyn with his twin daughters.( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

I hope it’s fine, dear anons. ヽ(・ω・)ﾉ

#papa ardyn with twin daughters #for the RIDICULOUS amount of time i put in this #it feels SO SHORT #but maybe that's just me #and the way i had to REWRITE THE FULL THING TWICE #who knows #coon writes #coon headcanons #coon answers #papa ffxv

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noirbriar · 2 years

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FFXV AU: The Place I’ll Return To Someday

Tenebrae falls and the Lucians retreat back to Insomnia.

An injured Nyx gets abducted by an unpredictable father and son and finds himself a safe place to grieve and to accept the past.

Or also known as how a Lion and his Cub got a Galahdian Coeurl to stay in their den.

A short fic for the The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU

Remember the promise in Kitten Kisses? Here it is.

(Nyx is 20 and a not okay mess so OOC still sticking around here. More on Nyx, Galahd things and Cor’s background here too.)

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The first thing Nyx feels when he comes to, is utter pain. His head feels like its cracked open by a behemoth and his bones heavy like the Meteor. Everything is a blur apart from two shadows hovering over his side.

“Dad, will Nyx be okay?” A tiny chirpy voice…Prompto?

“He’ll be kiddo. Nyx’s just high as a kite now. Let him rest. I’m going to check who are the idiots that discharged him and let the dumbass wander back on his own with a damn concussion.” Cor? Sounds like him…

“Call me if anything happens, yeah? I’m heading out now.”

“Alright! Have a good day at work, Dad.”

Good day for Leonis. Not so good for whoever he tears into later when the Marshal reaches the Citadel. He actually discharged himself, but the Marshal probably does not need to know that fact, Nyx thinks in his delirium before he blacks out once more.

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“SELENA!”

Nyx wakes from the clawing grasp of his nightmares. The sounds of his sister’s screams, the voice of his mother and his dying comrades follow him into the waking world. Astrals, he feels like throwing up, but he holds the bile in his throat back. He hyperventilates in his panic with a rush of scattered thoughts, before a hand rests on his chest and his shoulder. A low voice telling him to breathe and anchors him back into reality with gentle words. When the buzz around his eyes clears and he is able to orientate himself with his surroundings once more as his breathes even out slowly.

A roomy bedroom, a warm table light, soft grey sheets with simple furniture. A threadbare Crownsguard hoodie on him with fresh bandages. The quiet of the night accompanied with a gentle low music on the stereo system is clearer now that he is focused.

This very much, NOT his dingy one room apartment in Little Galahd.

It takes him some time before a mug of water touches his hand does he register the warm body behind holding onto him. The young soldier turns and is met by familiar cerulean blue eyes.

“Cor?”

“Nyx.”

——

“Is that a Galahdian song?”

Nyx jumps back, and no, he will tell you he was not spooked, just, surprised. Though the frying pan that had dropped from his hand and into the sink might disagree. The Galahdian insisting on helping around or he will feel like an invalid and free loader without something to contribute in this house. He sees Cor standing by the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the fridge lazily in fresh Crownsguard fatigues.

“Fuck, make some noise why don’t you?” Nyx scowls at the older man. All while ignoring the injured muscle he pulled. Here is hoping that he did not rip the stitches. It would be a pain to get them done again considering how chaotic the military hospital is lately.

“Its my house, Ulric.” Cor walks closer and hovers over his shoulder, looking at the breakfast Nyx had made. The younger man had scrounged up well with whatever they had. Pancakes and some decently fresh salad he dug out. Some eggs and meat with rice in a yellow lunchbox for the boy to bring to school.

With the entire Citadel in a mess upon the King and Crown Prince’s return from an ambush, things have been too hectic. they got screwed over by Niflheim in Tenebrae. Fenestala Manor had fallen. The entire excursion was a bloody disaster. Just as he had rotated in for duty in Tenebrae, Niflheim sprung an attack and now the Oracle Queen is dead, Tenebrae in chaos, while they retreated back to Lucis.

Nyx suddenly finds himself living with the Leonis father and son. Ever since he was abducted by Cor from his own apartment in Little Galahd upon his return form that fuckfest of an assignment.

Last he checked the Marshal was on a classified mission. When did he get back? Also, how did the Marshal break into his building and get his delirious, drugged ass out out with little Prompto in tow? Heck, Libs lived right above him, along with other glaives in the same building, and his friend had heard nothing. The entire neighbourhood sleeping into the following morning without knowing he had been taken. They were trained Kingsglaives, damn it.

When asked, Cor Leonis casually shrugged and said that Prompto saw the news and was worried. Which really answered none of Nyx’s questions.

But then again, this was the Marshal, the Immortal Shogun, Lion of Lucis. One who commanded absolute respect even from the Glaives comprising of refugees. The Galahdian’s ego tries to find comfort with that reasoning to himself.

“I know Galahd has a lot of songs. That one sounded ceremonial. ” The Marshal pulls out a few mugs and prepped the tea for Nyx while he dug out his coffee. That meant Cor have back to back meetings again for today.

“It is, but more of my own Clan’s…each clan has their own songs. Not necessarily ceremonial. Our history as nomads who settled with the first residents of the Galahd Isles means there’s cross cultures at one point. This one is a little of both, and more like… a prayer? Not much meaning left in its words but it reflects our roots.”

“Ah.” Cor nods somewhat in understanding. “…Do you mind if I hear it again?”

Nyx is baffled but decides to indulge the older Leonis’ request without a thought. The Galahdian hums before starting to vocalise the lyrics, and in the second repeat he finds another voice humming along. Soon, he notices Cor trying to follow the Hymn of Old. Even though he stops and repeats some of the notes and vowels to the right pitch occasionally, by the third attempt, it sounded as tranquil and regal as it was meant to be.

“Did I butcher it?” Cor blinks after awhile when he notices how silent the younger man was being.

“N-no, I’m just surprised you could hold a note. You don’t …seem like the type?”

“Mother was a singer. So the habit rubbed off I guess.” The Marshal shrugs, handing Nyx his tea before sticking his head out to shout for his son to come on down. As if there was nothing unusual at all about holding a chord or two.

Nyx takes a sip of the drink just as Prompto thunders down the steps like the excited chocobo he is. The Leonis father and son settling down at the table with the Galahdian to partake in the morning meal together.

The tea tastes just like Selena’s.

——

With his injury and Lucis closing its borders due to the ambush, Nyx is placed on time off till the military medics clear him for light duty. Which makes Prompto happy since he adores spending time with the Galahdian.

The household starts early at 5am, due to military discipline, but Prompto is a morning child anyways. On certain days Cor brings him out for jogs as mornings are the only time for father and son to spend time. Prompto then heads to school after breakfast while Cor prepares for the day. Nyx’s meds knock him out usually, after either father or son makes sure he takes them, waking up later right before Prompto gets back with some groceries.

Prompto and Nyx will have dinner while watching silly cartoons or documentaries. Cor calls in later to check in, making sure everything is fine at home. The Marshal works late more often than not but he will try to make some days free to keep his son company. However, Prompto really is a fuss free child, does his homework and chores with equal diligence. The kind of kid every aunt in the neighbourhood will cry for, Nyx muses.

When Nyx is better, he brings Prompto around Little Galahd on weekends to show his kinsmen that he’s still around and kicking. Yes Libs, he is well, just living someplace for now. No Luche, not dead yet, so go away. Pelna is nice, he asks no questions. Just surprised Nyx seems better overall, healthier.

The blond child is loved by the community and the Glaives have practically adopted him as their own. Its general knowledge now that Nyx have taken in this ‘foster child’ he picked up as his own. Crowe, a new baby glaive training as a mage, adores Prompto, always showering the child with attention.

They would have a meal at Yamachang’s, Prompto watching balefully at Nyx if he tries to sneak a beer. Nyx swears he looks just like a tiny Marshal with that scrunched face of disappointment. Later they will pick up supper for Cor on the way home.

When Cor returns home, its usually to a quiet house, after Prompto has turned in for the night. The Galahdian re-heats the food and keeps the older man company over the dull droning of boring late night tv.

A normal life for some, but one that Nyx finds himself enjoying.

Its been awhile since he feels like he found someplace he could fit in.

——

Overtime, Nyx finds the nightmares have lessened though they still persist as he prepares to go back into guard duty. He is still unsure why he is still hanging around the Leonis’ but they have not chased him out yet. There is a strange greedy, self-indulgent part of him whispering he wants to stay, but Nyx stamps that irrational and selfish thought down each time.

When the nightmares do hit, he always wakes up to find Cor at his side, the older man’s ever protective presence a comfort.

“You will need a psyche evaluation if you want to stay in this line long, Nyx. Or find a healthier way of coping. As your senior, I’m saying this now.” The Marshal points out. He lets himself lean in his chair by the window after handing the Galahdian some water.

“I’m fine.” Nyx tells Cor stiffly, fiddling with the warm mug in his hands. “Don’t need it. Besides, its not in the required medical for Glaives.”

“What?” Cor stares at the young soldier hard. Before he cusses and mutters something awful under his breath. The sky is cloudless tonight, a waning moon hangs over Insomnia lighting the dark bedroom in silent vigil.

“Will you be against it if I get you one? I’m not forcing you, but I don’t want it to hinder you, Nyx.” Or get you killed, but it goes unsaid.

“Its fine- Just! Drop it. Cor.”

The older man pauses for a moment before adding softly, “We want you to come home safe.”

We. Us. Me and Prompto.

The younger man bites his tongue at that. It is the first time someone had bothered to ask him at all how he is doing, but he still has his pride. The feeling of someone letting him have a safe space to feel and process these dampened emotions is foreign and frightening. Even Libs cannot make him unravel with so little words.

The Galahadian clings to every pieces of himself and holds it tight, refusing to stop and let the feelings hit and crumble. He stubbornly remains silent as the dull ache throb inside, pins pricking in the corners of his eyes. Nothing but weak and useless, as he always had been. 4 years since he left Galahd, and he realises now he is a mess. Still is now.

The want to repay his debt to the King while fighting to reclaim Galahd feels more like an excuse for himself really. Last of the Old Blood and Ruling Clans and yet he had all but abandoned his homeland and his people. Under all his bravado and playing a hero, he hid a bloody coward who is unable to save anyone despite his best efforts. His family, his kin, his comrades. To the point he knows he is taunting even Death with every fight. He was an escapist, running away and leaving everything behind after he had lost everything. Why had he survived? Is this his punishment for…living?

He does not notice when had Cor moved to his side. Nyx only realises when the older man pulls the mug from his hands, and his nails digs into his palms. Cor then quietly holds the shoulders of Nyx’s hunched form that is trembling before breaking into hacking sobs as he began to grieve.

“We’re here.”

Nyx lets go.

——

Come morning, he finds Cor spooning at his back protectively. The happy voice of Prompto singing the chocobo cartoon jingle down the hall makes him warm.

After drifting for so long out in the dark, Nyx thinks he has found a safe haven at long last. Like crashing waves in a storm that have found shore to ebb and fade into stillness once more.

Later, Prompto stops at the door on his way out to school, watching Nyx putting the last of his embellishments in place. He then tugs at Nyx’s sleeve. His round periwinkle blues taking in Nyx in his full Kingsglaive uniform quietly.

“Nyx?”

“Yeah cub?” The Glahadian lowers himself and blinks at the blond child he had long thought as his own.

“You’ll...come back right?” Prompto chews his cheek, a habit Nyx knows that his dad has as well after living with them.”I’ll still see you later at home?”

‘You’ll return home to us?’ was what the child trying to ask.

Nyx grins

“Course I will, Prom.” He pats his blond mop of hair, “I’ll be back.”

Unbeknownst to them, Cor, who was observing the scene, smiles.

——

“You know, my mam would have liked you.” Nyx starts as he swings his kukri down, which gets deflected quickly by Kotetsu. The late summer breeze blowing across the open training hall makes his sweaty neck cool in a way he relishes. “Both of you. No nonsense. Just, bam. Get shit done. Always a stab first, talk later policy only.”

“Sounds like a charming lady.” Cor replies calmly, kicking Nyx away before lunging at the glaive. Although Nyx is faster and tries to hit his blindspot, which was easily remedied with his other katana.

“She was. ”Nyx warps away, allowing himself to reminisce as they traded blows. “Absolutely wicked with her kukris and sabres. Selena too. You know, most of us grew up as hunters but its the women who are leaders in Galahd, trained to be her protectors. And my Mam, Thana, and Selena were one of our fiercest.”

Somehow over the couple of weeks, Drautos was forced to get Kingsglaive new health and psyche checks. Ranted something about damn higher ups being an ass and not to ‘fuck around with the health and welfare of our good Lucian men and women’. Nyx instantly knows which ‘damn higher up’ that was. Hence this little ‘spar’.

Nyx is not mad, just, being stubborn. Which they both know.

Initially, he was not too keen about the idea but the entire division is suffering together with him so thats a plus. He is trying to feel less hard on himself. Though there are still bad days, but he finds them manageable now. The nightmares rarely come and even they do, Cor and Prompto are always there to guide him into the new day.

The two soon come to a halt once Nyx knows he is pushing his barely healed body to the limits, which Cor notices as well. They trudge to the side, basking in the twilight glow on the steps. The advantage of being a Marshal, nobody will come near and be a busybody while you are training. Unless they find themselves tired of living.

“They were warriors to the very end of our Rebellion. They…kept our tribe safe even though we lost. Did all they could to protect us. Reminded us that we were nomads, and home was not a place but where its people are. That we must survive, for we were the future of Galahd.” Nyx adds wistfully, feeling like a weight lifted. Lighter.

“May they find rest.” Cor gives his condolences as he listens quietly, allowing Nyx to immerse in the memories.

“Yeah.” Nyx tilts back and lies on the cool surface of the stone floor, watching the drifting clouds and distant birds flying high. The quiet of the world sinks in between the spaces as they remember all the things they had lost in the safety of each other’s company.

“Selena would have adored Prom. She loved cute things and Prom’s a cute kid. Take him around Galahd and her festivals. Show him every cranny of the Canyon and how to swim along the River flow.” Nyx smiles at the thought.

“One day. One day when you return, you can show me and Prom around your hometown.” Cor quietly tells the younger man. Nyx hears his words clearly. Not ‘if’,but a ‘when’.

The Galahdian turns his head slowly, staring at the man beside him that he had come to known.

“I will.”

Another day. Nyx is doing alright.

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A slow day as things started to die down in the Citadel meant that Cor can leave on time. Nyx who is on light duty is able to knock off as well. They messaged the blond child who has a cellphone on him for emergencies, telling him to wait around the corner of the school. Sure enough, as the familiar silver car drives down to the tiny playground nearby, Prompto is more than delighted, jumping up from the swing as they picked him up. For once, they head out to a family restaurant together, just a quiet place that is hidden in their neighbourhood and enjoy being with one another.

Once Prompto had gone to bed for the night, Cor tosses the younger man a can of beer. Finally giving in to the whiny Galahdian’s incessant demands now that he is off medication. A decent night to drink out on the Leonis’ tiny porch, both having a rare day off the next day.

Cor decided to go shirtless that evening as he opens his own beer and drinks, unlike Nyx who chooses to forgo one mostly out of habit. They were soldiers anyway, and being body shy was not a thing. Yet, the sight of the man in the moonlight makes Nyx feel warmer as he chooses to take a swig of his own beverage quickly. The younger man will not deny that he found the Marshal handsome when they first met. Nyx had always been attracted to the Lucian’s raw allure under the stoic mien. However, the Galahdian will address this another time once he feels he is ready.

Nyx leans against the wall and looks around the house he has become familiar with over time. Two old, but exquisitely maintained katanas hangs on the widest wall with a crossbow on a rack. A re-printed photo of Selena and his Mam framed beautifully now sits together in a spot with other precious keepsakes and memories of Galahd. Courtesy of sweet Prompto.

There are many photos that adorn the living room of the Leonis household, as well as scribbles and art by the Leonis child. Others are photographs and snapshots of life as seen by the little one’s eyes.

However, the ones that intrigued him was a blurry black and white photo of a family in a forest. A father with two katanas by his side, a gentle mother with a crossbow, and a tiny boy with a massive long blade. Hunters.

There is one other clearer photo of the gentle mother sitting in a small garden, albeit looking older. A blond toddler in her lap, a baby Prompto. That brings a smile to the young man’s face. Although, Nyx finds it hard to look at the woman’s eyes despite his brain telling him not to be fucking stupid. Its just a damn photograph. Cor has similar eyes, but the lady held a gaze that felt bewitching and otherworldly to the Galahadian.

There is a certain power in this woman, Nyx Ulric thinks.

“Hate to disappoint. But neither of my parents are Astrals and no we did not have a blood pact with any of the Six. Though I’m pretty certain my mother is a Witch.” Cor leans back and remarks idly.

Nyx chokes mid-drink.

“Wait what..?”

“Nothing. Just a family joke.” The older soldier smirks.”Also, I know the shit the glaives and guards talk about me. I can tell you everything is false except for my challenge with Gilgamesh. Despite what Clarus or Regis might add behind my back.”

“I’m sure they are astounding stories.”Nyx gives a sharp grin, eager to hear more about the secretive Immortal’s past.It was rare that he would be so open. “So, how are they like, your folks?”

“My father was a hunter who worked as a liaison for Lucis and Meldacio. Mother was a singer turned housewife once the conflict with Niflheim escalated.”

The younger man, casts a weary glance at the photo,“That her?”

“That’s her. Reena Leonis. She died some years ago.”

“Sorry.” Nyx quickly mutters something else in galah like a prayer.

“No. Don’t be. She left in peace. Think she had missed my father too, after he got killed in crossfire with Niflheim protecting a village. We knew she didn’t have long but she,” Cor takes a moment, “She helped a lot as I was settling in as Marshal. Looked after Prom and made sure I was well and ready to raise a young child with the time she had.”

“She’s seems lovely.”

“Don’t let her face fool you. The woman was a menace to society.”

Nyx stares at Cor blankly.

“My mother was from the upper middle class. She found Insomnia boring so she forged some papers and ran away from home. Had roamed around Lucis while singing in bars.”

“That ain’t too bad-”

“There was once she had angered a daemon horde and hijacked a truck of some hunters. Who were trying to dick around with a group of Tonberries near Steyliff Grove for shits and giggles. Left them there while they to chase all her down to Lestallum. The truck, which belonged to my dad, got blown up by her as well. Took all their gil too. See? Menace.”

“…”

The Galahadian takes a second to process everything wrong with that revelation. Still waiting for Cor to tell him its all a joke.Though unfortunately, the Marshall does not joke.

Hang on. if he were to put mother and son in comparison side by side…

The younger man looks upwards to where Prompto is asleep upstairs, the only sane Leonis he thinks he knows. His eyes then dart back at the older man enjoying his beer. Nyx thinks his Mam and Selena are laughing at him with Etro in the Beyond.

What in the name of Ifrit’s ball sack did he get himself involved with?

Cor eyes his incredulous face and laughs loudly and free.

Later, as the buzz from the alcohol makes them pleasantly warm, Cor feels relaxed enough to indulge. He sings an old song from memory and Nyx lets himself ease into the words and the company of another.

The moon is beautiful tonight.

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Extra:

Nyx: So, between you and Madam Leonis- Running away from home, forgery, abduction, trespassing, theft, traffic violations, possible vandalism plus borderline arson… And people think I’m bad for insubordination??

Cor:…Well, not really-

Nyx: Oh good.

Cor: I mean- not really it. The list actually is much longer if you want to put me and my mother together. And then some, if we add my father in as well.

Nyx: …W h a t?

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Wouldn't it be nice

If we could walk together

Hand in hand, side by side

And I'd like to go

Back to your town

And to your home

Into your arms

-FFX Suteki Da Ne ( Pat McCarthy Lyrics / CinnamonPunch ver )

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Song for this ficlet: FFX Feel / Hymn of Fayth , FFX Suteki Da Ne

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whumpwriterforlife · 2 years

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Febuwhump 2022, "Don't leave" - Summary:

In which Prompto isn't feeling good and doesn't want to be left alone.

Read below the cut or on ao3

“Don’ leave.”

The words were almost too quiet for Cor to catch, but he turned at the door and peered back into the dark room. With a sigh and a sad smile, he flicked on the lights and walked back to the tiny bundle on the bed. “You need to sleep, kiddo.”

Prompto pouted, his cheeks and nose rosy against pale skin as he looked at him with wide, pleading eyes. His fever had gone down for the most part, but he was still looking miserable. Not even his hair was its usual spiky, messy self. “I don’ wanna be alone.”

Cor brushed his hand through Prompto’s hair and the boy leaned into it. “You barely slept last night, or today. You need the rest.”

“But I wanna be with you,” Prompto whined and crawled to the edge of the bed so he could wrap his arms around Cor. “Please, dad. I’ll sleep, I promise. I jus’ – don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going to leave you,” Cor reassured him, hooking his hands under Prompto's arms as he crouched down to be on Prompto’s level. His heart ached as he looked into those exhausted, blood-shot eyes. No one had ever told him how much it would hurt to see your child sick and miserable. “I’m just going to be in the living room. I’ll be able to hear you from there with the door ajar, okay?”

Prompto shook his head weakly. “Please?”

Cor sighed. He had never been able to say no to that face. He picked Prompto up as he straightened back up, and moved to settle into the bed with the boy at his side. “Okay, I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”

“Thank you, dad,” Prompto mumbled into his shirt as he held onto him tightly.

Cor craned his head to leave a kiss on Prompto’s temple. He tucked the duvet carefully around the boy and made sure he was as comfortable as possible. “Close your eyes, Prom. I’ll keep the nightmares away.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” Cor nodded. “Good night, kid.”

“Night, dad.”

#febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday23 #prompto argentum #cor leonis #papa cor #final fantasy xv #ffxv #my writing

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whumperscorner · 3 years

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Heyo! Am loving your bthb so far! Please could I ask for Prompto being used as bait for papa Cor?? Love your writing, it feels so intense!

Thank you! I’m glad you like it :3

Love this prompt, and it took me way too long to get done cause I started uni and stuff, but I hope you still enjoy it

BTHB #5- Used as Bait

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto Argentum, Cor Leonis, Nyx Ulric (very, very briefly)

Whumpee: Prompto Argentum

Word count: 3563

Warnings: kidnapping, some descriptions of injury and blood

This can also be found on ao3

The first thing Prompto notices when he wakes up is that he's cold. He wonders for a little bit why his room is so cold, and why the bed is so uncomfortable, and then it all comes crashing back. He's not in his bed, not in his room. He's still in the dirty, clammy cellar room he was thrown into and fell asleep in. Prompto groans and sits up straight, wincing slightly at the throbbing pain in his temple. He lifts his hand carefully to check, and sure enough there's blood on it when he takes it back down. A gift from one of the captors, and an unpleasant reminder of yesterday's events. Or maybe yesterday. Prompto assumes it was yesterday but isn't entirely sure how long he's been sleeping or how long he's really been locked in the room- it must've been hours at the very least. A lump forms heavily in Prompto's throat at the thought. He wants to go home.

With considerable effort he swallows the lump back down and stands up. He takes to circling around the small room, partly to see if- against the odds- there could be some way to get out and partly to distract himself from the horrible pit in his stomach. As expected, there isn’t anything useful. The only windows are too high on the wall to reach and boarded shut, so that’s no help, and any tools one would normally expect to find in a basement must have been removed beforehand because Prompto can’t find any at all. He’s about to move over to the hatch in the roof, seemingly the only way in and out, when his wandering is interrupted by sudden noise from the other side. Someone fumbles for a moment with the lock, and then the hatch creaks as it’s lifted up and a heavy pair of boots appear.

Prompto stops dead in his tracks. Then, when the man is so far down the staircase that his face is visible, Prompto recognises him as one of the ones who grabbed him yesterday and something swirling and uncomfortable rises in him. Their eyes meet, and Prompto takes a subconscious step back.

"Come here." The man’s voice rings through the small room. A twinge of irritation is already present in it at Prompto’s retreat, but Prompto doesn't move to comply with his order for another few seconds. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near the man if he can avoid it, but a dangerous twitch near the man’s eyes makes it clear refusal isn’t really an option. Prompto takes some reluctant steps forward, feeling like he’s walking towards the gallows. When only a few feet separate the two of them, the man reaches forward and yanks Prompto closer with a vice like grip around his arm. He begins walking back up the stairs almost immediately, giving Prompto no time to recover his balance before being dragged along. They reach the top of the staircase and Prompto is almost certain the grip on his arm will leave some nasty bruises as the man drags him through a hallway and into a different room.

In this new room, plenty more faces greet them. There's a group of five men lounging around the room on various couches and chairs with the man who seems to be the one in charge sitting near the centre of the room. All eyes go to Prompto when he's shoved forward into the room, and it makes the skin on his back crawl. He recognises a few of the men from yesterday, but some are completely new to him. What strikes him though is that all of the men, even the ones he has never met before, are eyeing him with weird knowing looks and smiles. It rubs him entirely the wrong way. Prompto doesn't realise he has stopped at first, not until a harsh shove from the man behind sends him stumbling forward. He braces himself, but still lands hard on his knees on the floor.

Behind him, the man who had shoved him says in a loud mocking voice. "If you're good now we might even let you see your daddy during the meet-up."

Prompto's eyes widen slightly, and his heart jumps in his chest. Cor was coming? Then he feels a bit dumb for wondering, of course Cor was coming for him. However, he doesn't quite get to feel relieved at that before the room explodes in snickers and laughs at the remark. It's like they're laughing at a joke he's not in on yet or laughing at his expense. At Cor's expense. Prompto's eyes dart around the room until the man closest to him, having seen his questioning expression, leans in to talk. Almost immediately Prompto's previous assumption that this is the man in charge is reinforced. At his movement, the others go quiet and look to him expectantly.

"Yes boy, we are going to go see The Marshal soon," He begins, drawing out every word carefully, "or rather he is coming to us." At this last part his eyes glint with something Prompto can't quite put his finger on and his stomach churns.

"And I, for one, have waited for a long time to see him again." Someone else chimes in from the side. Prompto recognises him especially as the one behind the gift staining his hair and the side of his head red. There’s something crude in the man’s wide smile, and he cracks his knuckles as if to further drive in his statement. Prompto’s mind races, and the sudden worry must be apparent on his face because the men suddenly chuckle again.

"He could take you on easily-" Prompto blurts out so fast he nearly trips over his own words before cutting himself off. It’s partly in an attempt to reassure himself that his dad will be fine, and partly an attempt to disprove those shit-eating grins the men all have on while talking about Cor. Prompto didn't think before saying it, and now the air in the room is changing drastically.

"Maybe so, under normal circumstances." says the leader nonchalantly, to spread mumbling from the men sitting around him. His mouth spreads into a mocking smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and then he lunges out. Prompto flinches but has nowhere to go as the man grips his face and drags him to his feet with him. "but we've found a pressure point of his."

Prompto's breath hitches, and his heart beats hard in his chest. The man is taller than he had expected, digging his fingers painfully into Prompto's face and forcing him to stand on his tip toes. The man keeps talking, quieter now, and his face is so close that his breath brushes against Prompto's face. "If he wants to ensure your safety, he won't resist too much." Prompto's eyes widen at this. He doesn't want to be the reason his dad could get hurt, but it hits him hard now that if anything happens to Cor it will be because of him. His fault. He lets out a breathless 'no', to which the man laughs. "Oh yes, and you are making this so much easier for us."

The man is then distracted by someone else approaching from the side and telling him something quietly. The two of them have a whispered conversation that Prompto can't make out more than a few words of. His mind is reeling, and he can't seem to focus on what's going on around him. The man's pseudo praise settles heavily and uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. Then he's ripped away from his tumultuous thoughts and gasps loudly when he feels himself being shoved back and the hand gripping his face disappears. He stumbles backwards, struggling for a moment before regaining his balance.

"Let's go then." The man says, no longer directing his words at Prompto. He shoots him only a mocking smile before gesturing to the men around. "Load him up."

On cue and before Prompto has any time to react, strong arms grab hold of him from behind, keeping him still as three of the other men in the room close in around him. The leader hangs back, watching and waiting. Cold dread rises in Prompto’s chest as his eyes dart around the closing circle. The closest approaching man reaches out towards him, and in a split-second decision Prompto jerks back. His arms tense up as he rips away from the one holding him. There's no real plan to his resistance and Prompto knows well that he has no realistic way to escape on his own, but he can't let himself be taken along quietly now. Used to lure his dad into an obvious trap set for him, he doesn't want it. So despite there not really being anywhere for him to go, Prompto backs away as fast as he can. Adrenaline and fear rushes in his ears so he can't quite concentrate on the commotion now breaking out in the room. Multiple of the other men in the room have rushed to grab him and are talking over each other.

Prompto feels himself being shoved and dragged by many more unwelcome hands, but his own struggling is intensifying too. He kicks and pushes away desperate not to let anyone get the upper hand on him, but it doesn't take long before he's overpowered and unceremoniously brought down. He hits the floor so hard it takes his breath away, and immediately strong arms pin him down. Prompto doesn't even know which of the men is holding him until he looks up again and is met with the face of the man from earlier, the same one who had brought him into the room, now twisted in anger. Still running on fear-fuelled energy, Prompto squirms and struggles in the hold. Somehow, he manages to twist himself over on the side, unbalancing the man and giving himself some leeway. He has only just started crawling away when he hears a loud curse from behind and feels a fistful of his hear gripped painfully tight.

"Shouldn't have done that." says the man. Then he pushes down with terrifying strength, slamming Prompto's head into the hard floor. Prompto's eyes water and he hears himself cry out in shock and pain. Something warm gushes from his nose and down his face, dripping and staining the floor red.

"Someone tie him!" another voice says, and Prompto doesn't recognise it. Too dazed to fight it, Prompto only winces as his wrists are brought together behind his back and something tightens around them. Then he's being moved, hauled back onto his feet, and held up by strong grips on his upper arms. Without them Prompto thinks he would have fallen. Again, there is speaking around him, and someone enters his blurry field of vision with some kind of object in their hand. He's not sure what it is at first, not until the person is close enough to grab his jaw tightly and the previously undefinable object is brought closer.

"Nn- no-" he tries to protest when the gag is forced in his mouth, but it comes out as more of a soft whimper than anything else. The cloth is rough and unpleasant in Prompto's mouth and he tries to spit it back out, unsuccessfully. At a sudden new gesture from the leader, still standing back and enjoying the show, they're on their way. Prompto stumbles along, and on their way the two lock eyes. Through the haze and tears Prompto can see that he's smiling.

The way out of the building is a fogged and confusing affair for Prompto after that. It's almost like he's a passenger in his own body, feeling himself being dragged along and hearing the men talk among themselves as if it's far away. His head hurts, and he's vaguely aware there's still blood running from his nose. The sudden change in temperature when they step outside catches Prompto off guard, it's cold and dark and he shudders involuntarily, but it does help clear his head just a little bit. The area they're in is seemingly deserted and in the dark Prompto doesn't recognise it. It might not be too far away from the safety and familiarity of the city, he muses in a half-hearted attempt at making himself feel better, but deep down he knows he's not that lucky. Then he's pushed along, and when he straightens his head and looks forward again, he finds something he definitely doesrecognise. Though he's not sure if that makes it any better.

The dark cars with black tinted windows are exactly the ones he was brought here in, and those aren't exactly pleasant memories. Prompto’s breath hitches through the bloodied gag. He knows what’s coming and braces himself to be stuffed into the, regrettably very familiar, trunk of the closest car. The men are anything but kind and gentle with their handling, and Prompto thinks he’s sure to have gotten a number of new bruises by the time he’s been situated in the trunk. The door slams shut, causing him to wince, and Prompto is left in the cramped darkness.

For a moment all Prompto hears is his own laboured breathing, then the engine starts, and a steady rumbling fills the trunk instead. They're on their way now and Prompto is so tired. He wants Cor, wants his dad. He can almost trick himself into being happy that wherever they're going now Cor will also be, but with that thought comes the fear and the guilt again. He had been momentarily spared from these feelings earlier, distracted from them by the altercation and the bleeding nose. But now there isn’t anything left to distract him, and though everything above his shoulders still throbs painfully, the worries return with full force. The car passes a particularly bumpy part of the road- or maybe they’re off-road even- and Prompto groans. His shoulders aren’t enjoying the strained position they’re in and scream out in protest at every bump and sharp turn. If he can change his position just a little bit, Prompto thinks, he might be able to relieve the pressure a bit. Okay no, bad idea he finds soon enough. The less stable position combined with the rough ground proves disastrous as Prompto’s head for the second time that evening slams into the hard surface beneath him. His eyes go wide as the throbbing pain intensifies and he bites down hard on the cloth in his mouth.

At some point Prompto might have passed out because he can’t remember most of the drive. He doesn’t even fully realise the car has stopped, not until someone on the outside bangs their fist against the trunk hard. Prompto flinches at the noise and makes a choked terrified sound. He half expects the trunk’s door to be opened and for rough hands to drag him out of the car. So he braces for it, but that’s not what happens.

"You’ve been so helpful Prompto," sounds the familiar voice of the group’s leader. "now be a good boy and wait here ‘till we’ve dealt with dear daddy."

The taunting tone is impossible to miss, and Prompto can just imagine the sneering grin on the man’s face. There’s muffled laughing from the other men also apparently outside and then the voices gradually get more and more faint, and Prompto is left to his lonesome. He’s in disbelief. They’re not even letting him see his dad? Then the panic sets in, it surges in his chest and grips around his heart tightly. Cor is coming for him. He’s going to come trying to find Prompto, and Prompto won’t even be there.

He has to get out. He has to. The trunk seems smaller all of a sudden, the darkness pressing in on him from every direction. And the gag isn’t helping Prompto’s already rapid breathing either. He thinks he can hear voices again, but they’re too faint for him to make out who it is or what they’re saying. Then a bark of a laugh that he most definitely does recognise rings out, and Prompto’s mind immediately goes to the worst possible scenario. A small, terrified squeal slips out of him. Despite the aches of his body Prompto squirms and struggles against the restraints. They might be zip ties, he thinks hazily through the panic, but he’s not entirely sure. Cor taught him a trick for getting out of zip ties once and Prompto desperately tries it, but either he doesn’t remember it correctly or there isn’t enough room to do it in the trunk. Regardless, the ties only dig deeper into the skin at his wrists when he struggles against them.

A gunshot rings out through the night. The sound catches Prompto off guard and he flinches, momentarily stopping his struggling. Then there are more gunshots, and faint yelling. The sounds of a fight, he realises. Prompto isn’t sure how long it keeps going, but he listens in captivated horror. In his head are gruesome visions of what could be going on right this moment. Prompto is still listening, breath coming in ragged gasps through the gag when a different set of sounds stand out from the rest. Are they- footsteps? Yes, multiple pairs of footsteps and hushed whispering. His heart makes a jump in his chest. He’s convinced it’s the men from before coming back, but then he hears a different voice, one he knows well, and his eyes widen.

Prompto tries to yell through the gag, though he’s not sure how well that can be heard, and he kicks against the sides of the trunk. He has to let them know where he is, has to warn them. The familiar voice is back, closer now.

"Shit- Cor here!"

And Prompto thinks he could cry, or maybe he already is. To be honest he’s not sure whether what’s running down his face is blood or tears or both anymore. There’s swearing from outside, and some fumbling with the trunk’s door before it finally cracks open.

Prompto recognises his dad instantly, even from the dark silhouette alone. He yells again through the gag, and strains to get closer to his dad. Cor on his end lets out a soft curse at the sight of his son, and he wastes no time leaning in and gently pulling him closer. Cor helps him sit up in the trunk, and it makes Prompto’s head spin. Then the gag is removed and Prompto heaves, the metallic taste of blood still in his mouth.

"Dad you have to leave-" Prompto hasn’t even gotten his breath back properly before he starts talking, but he has to tell Cor. His dad’s brows furrow.

"Prompto, wha-"

"Please- they’re going to- it’s a trap- I-" Prompto can’t breathe. Tears pool in his eyes. His dad swims in and out of focus, but he keeps a secure grip on Prompto’s shoulders.

"No- Prompto it’s-"

"Please Dad- please-"

Cor pulls him into a tight hug, and Prompto’s breath hitches. The words seem to be stuck in his throat now. He’s shaking, but the hug feels so nice. It’s warm and safe. A sob bubbles up Prompto’s throat, and when he speaks it’s barely more than a whisper.

"I’m so sorry-"

"Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay." Cor cuts him off. His voice is soft and gentle in a way Prompto has rarely heard before. He buries his face into Cor’s chest, ignoring the pain it causes and the blood stains he’s sure to be leaving on his dad’s clothes. "Don’t worry about those guys, we got them. Okay, don’t worry." There’s something strained to Cor’s voice when he mentions the men, but otherwise he keeps his voice low and reassuring, and Prompto nods quietly in response.

"Nyx, we need those off." Is what his dad says next, gesturing with his head towards the zip ties on Prompto’s wrists. Cor would do it himself, but his own hands are busy rubbing soft circles on Prompto’s back. And Nyx doesn’t need to be asked twice, he’s already working on removing the ties. As soon as they snap off Prompto lets out a relieved sigh. His arms feel so heavy now, but he brings them up to grab a secure hold of Cor’s jacket. Even when Cor carefully loosens the hug and retreats to get a better look at Prompto’s various injuries, Prompto doesn’t let go of his jacket. He finds he can’t. Because his dad is there and he’s okay, and Prompto is so tired now. Feeling the jacket’s fabric in his hands grounds him.

Cor’s expression darkens upon taking in the bruising on Prompto’s arms and the blood on his face. It makes Prompto feel abashed all of a sudden, and he’s made acutely aware of how much trouble this whole thing must have caused.

"I’m sorry." Prompto mumbles again. To which Cor shakes his head.

"You’re okay." He says, shaking Prompto’s shoulders ever so slightly as if to really get through to him. "We’re going to get you checked out, and then we’re going home. You’re okay." His eyes are so intently staring at Prompto’s and his voice is so genuine and soft. Finally, Prompto believes him when he says it, and the last bit of tension in his body ebbs out.

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