Accord Chapter 8, a final fantasy xv fanfic

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" Ignis hissed, shoving Noctis forward as they stepped into the Prince's flat, Gladio shadowed devotedly behind neither man stopping to take their shoes off. "Noctis, you really fucked up." Gladiolus remained behind, despite Ignis' calm tone the usage of foul language was a foreign concept to the advisor only presenting itself when he was truly past the point of being just ticked off and into the realm of bodily harm becoming reality.

Noctis realized this, he really did, but it was so strange hearing Ignis with the posh accent that the majority of Lucian's of high birth had littered his speech with curses that would make a veteran whore blush. It was only natural that Noctis gave him a ruthlessly smug smirk, eyes glimmering with mirth in the dim kitchen illuminated by the over sink light. "Just honestly, what in Ifrit's sweltering anus where you thinking when you took that boy out? I know you have a strained relationship; this sham marriage is not what anyone asked for. But gods damnit Noctis, that dim-witted Ambassador Gainsborough is going to report what happened." The skillet banged on the stove, cabinets jerked open and the microwave slammed as it buttons where roughly pushed in. The only thing calm in the kitchen was the hum of the microwave as it dethawed a dagger quill breast.

Noctis looked over at Gladiolus as his Shield finally removed his shoes, Ignis's fuming left him with nothing to say. The older man leveled him with a glare then shook his head. "Noct, you realize the Arch Duke had a mental break down because of this right?"

Forcing in a deep breath, Noctis crossed his arms abstractedly tugging on his jacket button, "I don't see how that's my fault. Come on, I took him out to have some fun."

Ignis whirled give Noctis his own glare, one that could curdle milk, spatula raised, "in the most dangerous part of the city. Noct, you both almost got kidnapped."

"Then I'm lucky you both did your jobs." Noctis grazed the button, "I want him to go away." Scrutinizing the marble of the countertop, Noctis uncrossed his arms tapping his fingers over the marble top. Gladiolus's regard flickered to Ignis who had lowered the spatula, heat turned low on the onions in the skillet "I understand it's for peace, but I can't marry a Niff." Pushing off the counter, Noctis brushed his hair back into place, "it's just another way to get us under the Empire's authority."

"Noct, Prompto is a perfectly fine boy."

"I understand that, but you saw today. A good gust of wind comes along, and he'll cry." Bestowing Ignis with a deeply vehement glare, a vague look of disgust on his face, "maybe you should get both heads out of Ravus's ass." Gladiolus reared from his hunched position against the counter, Ignis' free hand coming to rest on his bicep halting anything the Shield had planned to say.

"Noctis," the Prince shook his head tilting down to pick his backpack up from the floor.

"I got homework Specs," Gladio jolted back, face ruffling as Noctis slouched down his hallway towards his bedroom, "and take your shoes off." Ignis scowled, head turning down to see he did indeed still have his shoes on then turning towards Gladiolus who shrugged.

"What the fuck…"

"I share the same sentiment Gladio." Ignis stared at the living room before him, "hopefully this does not alter any plans of peace."

Inhaling, Gladio glanced over to the stove, "whatcha making?" Ignis shrugged.

"Haven't really decided. Angry cooking."

Gladio smiled, draping an arm over Ignis' shoulder, "well stew and cook away."

Loqi looked up from the bowl clasp to his stomach, masher stilling as his attention focused on the front door, Ravus stepping in and shaking out an umbrella. "Where's Prompto?"

"In the shower," Loqi tilted his head down pressing into the avocados, mashing them as thoroughly as he could. "Gainsborough sent word to the Chancellor."

Ravus stilled, lower back leaning against the door frame one leg bent so his foot rested on his knee allowing him to remove his boot. "At least it wasn't the Emperor."

"Yes, we can be thankful that Izunia decided to answer the phone and not his Imminence." Loqi smiled reaching towards another bowl and scooping out a healthy handful of tomatoes. "Heaven forbid the Old Man sees his heir living like some commoner. Forced to attend a public school, living in some shamble of a home." Ravus stilled once more as he worked his left foot free from the boot unsure if Loqi was joking. The younger man was adapted in Acerbity and had a striking wit that left one with feeling burned and more than meticulously insulted. "Imagine that old fart having to come here and oh my we are making our own food." Loqi emptied a small black cup of mall green vegetables in the tomato-avocado mixture. "Like common fucking crofters because of a spoilt nursling!" Watching Loqi mash the poor vegetables into oblivion like he was in his Magitek suit, Ravus pushed his boots back against the door with his socked feet.

"I want to punch that smug little twat in the face." Onions fell into the bowl meeting their end being stirred robustly into a green dip. Not offering Ravus any of the guacamole, Loqi opened the bag of tortilla chips and started scooping enormous amounts from the bowl.

Watching Loqi shove chips into his mouth was fun an all, Ravus had found out a long time ago Loqi had a horrible snacking habit, just one of Loqi's few self-destructive habits. "Loqi, its nothing to get worked up over."

"Whaph?" Wincing as he tried swallowing the mass of guacamole and chips in one go, Loqi shook his head, "no. I'm not worked up. I mean, I am pissed cause Prince Noctis is a puttering quim with the intelligence of a soggy cracker. Can't change that." Taking his time, Loqi shoved fewer chips and guac in his mouth than before. "Getting Prompto out would be great, don't you think?"

Ravus lifted a brow, reaching for his own chip to scoop some of the guacamole onto. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well I've been talking with some of the Glaives" Loqi looked up at Ravus as the man hummed, "and it would be a fantastic way for Prompto to endear himself to the immigrants of Insomnia."

"Did you forget that he's part of the problem for this mass migration?"

Loqi bit into his chip a small pout forming, "I think it's a great idea for him to get to know these people. He'll be Emperor one day and if he sees how they live in Insomnia he can change everything." Sighing, he stirred the guacamole with a chip, "there was once a great military leader who had a great Kingdom that covered the Known world of his time and instead of taking and forcing the conquering army's beliefs on them, he assimilated they're into his Kingdom."

"Alexander the Great, really you want to turn Prompto into that?"

"Of course not," Loqi smiled, glancing up to the stair that was visible from the kitchen, "I want him to be something greater and Noctis to be the footnote of history."

The sound of chips crunching with each bite and intermittent creaking for floorboards filled the house as they listened to Prompto move above them. Ages passed between them, Ravus lost in his own thoughts while Loqi tapped away on his mobile a lingering smirk on his lips. "You only get that look when your up to no good."

"Am I ever up to any good, Ravus? You've known me since I was a babe, there isn't a drop of good in this body."

"At least you realize it." Ravus reached over jerking the phone from the blond, "making plans young Tummelt?" Ravus turned winching up the phone out of Loqi's reach. Deciding not the fight it for it Loqi scrutinized Ravus. The way his brows drew together, then lifted as his eyes widen, the slackness of his jaw as his lips moved over the text as blood rushed to the older man's cheeks. Ravus swallowed thickly, Adam's apple bobbing as he looked at the contact name, hero. Chuckling, Loqi plucked the mobile from Ravus' hand with little resistance. "That- that is not Gladiolus."

"No, it's not. One of the Glaives." Shocked, Ravus stared at the younger man whose smirk turned into a smile. "Surprising, I know. Somethings can't be helped."

"I think they could be."

"You know nothing, Ravus Nox Fleuret."

Shaking his head, Ravus waved the younger man off as he began his ascent up the stairs. Who was he to stop Loqi from having fun, even if it was something that Loqi typically found to be far below his normal standards? It wasn't Ravus' position given his own dalliances to tumble around with Ignis Scientia. They were all external of Iedolas's sway of power. At least his immediate rule "I'm going to check on Prompto."

"Perfect, because we are going out."

The stair creaked, Ravus leaning over the banister, "It is late."

"And?"

"It's a school night."

"All the better. I was not joking about endearing himself to people. You should come, take a different chocobo to pasture for a night, or two." Prolonging his visit to Prompto, Ravus turned jogging down the stairs and over to Loqi. Normally Ravus' heterochromatic eyes where light, virtually pastel now seem to be cheerless his teeth exposed as he grabbed Loqi by the front of his shirt and hauled him close.

"You were going to take him to have sex with some Glaives?"

"What!" Loqi's nose creased up, "No, there is a photography class that just happened to be in the Galahd quarters. It's about an hour." A leer appeared on Loqi's face, "just thinking getting off on someone else than just Scientia could give you a better…. world view."

"You're a prick."

"Hmmm, thank you, but I do advise you to distance yourself, at least intimately from the Advisor."

Snorting, Ravus jogged up the stairs leaving Loqi to his chips and guac. Prompto's door was half open, the young man sitting down at his desk, pencil rushing crossed his notebook as he flipped back and forth from the problem he was currently working on and the example he had in his text.

"Prompto," the boy looked up, stands of damp hair clinging to his forehead, fluffy towel resting crossed his shoulder. He wore a simple t-shirt and a pair of green shorts. Prompto offered a small soft smile as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Hey, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean for that to happen."

Ravus held his hands up as he came to sit on the edge of Prompto's bed. "Don't worry about it. Chancellor Izunia is on his way. Not sure when but from the way Gainsborough spoke he was rather upset that Izunia and not the Emperor was coming." Prompto's pencil fell to the textbook with a thunk, the boy turning around in his seat, eyes growing wide.

"So that means…." He coughed a bit then blushed. "Lady Lunafreya will be coming with him." Ravus nodded his head.

"Yes. I am sure she will be visiting places in the city, it will be her first time to Insomnia."

"Can I? May I, Ravus. I…its been so long since I have seen Luna and I would love to escort her around the city. It would mean so much to me, I promise, I'll make sure she doesn't get harmed." Prompto clasped his hands together, bowing his head as he begged for his chance to spend some marginally small amount with the women whose grace and beauty had laid claim to his heart years ago.

A huff of breath drew his attention, "Loqi already has plans for you Prompto. I think that is something you must ask him for the time being."

Sighing, Prompto rests his forehead against the top of the chair back. "Ravus, I just want to go home. Back to Gralea, where people do not see this," his hand swept downward motioning to the still plump stomach and thick thighs. Ravus is more than aware of the Lucian mindset, waifish beauty is prized, even among men. The Royals are more than an absolute example of this. Noctis with his fair skin, Ignis with a striking face and lithe frame, Gladiolus is ruggedly handsome and that scar he sports is just another layer that adds to that churring desire Ravus has seen more than once. Even the older royals, Regis, Clarus, and even Cor are handsome at their age and it's no wonder the King of Lucius is still a topic of discussion even in far-flung lands like Accordio and Tenebrae.

In Gralea, where life is hard, thin people do not have the resources for food. They look at the Imperial heirs, the nobility for the direction their country is headed in. It is a disgusting aspect of Nifleheim, the masses suffer while the bourgeoisie flourish. Ravus finds it is ironic, as he takes in Prompto's plump form, the serfs of Gralea adore the Imperial Princes, especially Prompto, for he is their beacon of light in the dark, grey lands they inhabit. Sadly, they do not see how Prompto's been ensconced once out of the public eye, the way even his light fades given time. Unlike Prompto they do not worship Loqi with the same reverence, he is heavy handed and militant. His own true self shadowed in the dull Gralean landscape. "I can do something there, here what is there for me to do? Go to school? Come back to this house, and stay in my room? Noctis hates me and I know after today I'm the last thing he wants." Prompto turns around, resting his cheek on his hands, looking at the few pictures that cover his wall. Reaching out he pulls one off, thankful for the double-sided tape, and stares at the smiling face of Luna as she gets wet kisses from Pryna, Umbra nosing his way into her hands and behind them spreads a field of Sylleblossom, the sun low the color of a warm summer dusk.

"My Uncle is going to kill me once he finds out what happened." Prompto strokes the side of the picture, flinching as Ravus's hand rest on his back-rubbing circles. If Prompto looked at him it would give the impression he was looking at the picture of his sister, deep in contemplation. To Ravus he glides his hand over a myriad of fine lines that cross over the young man's back, thinly raised thanks to the gentle hand of his sister.

"Then we won't let him." Ravus whispers, his conviction strong as he brushes a hard lump near the boys' shoulder. "Loqi was planning to take you to a photography class tonight. Where you aware?"