Final Fantasy Oneshots and Drabbles

Loss and A Necklace: FFXV x Reader

The wall is red and black.

It's not an interesting sight, but you don't have anything better to look at. Your new prison doesn't have windows, thanks to the owner being half daemon.

You roll over and sigh, burying your head in the pillow.

Only about four days had passed since your failed attempt to kill the Emperor of Niflheim, but it felt more like four months. Considering what had happened, you're surprised that it didn't feel even longer. Since that day, you had refused to come out of the room. It wasn't that terrible, there was a bathroom and the door locked.

But, there were...other issues.

There's a knock at the door, and you glance up from under the pillow.  "I suppose I should ask if you're ever coming out of there." Ardyn. Great. You bite back a groan trying to ignore the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Instead, you snarl something in Hexatheon as a response.

The comforting idea that Ardyn wouldn't get your retort was shattered when the man started laughing again. "Do you speak to the gods with that mouth, my dear?" Your cheeks burn with rage as the man continues. "Alas, your filthy words won't sustain you. Shall we see how long your hunger strike lasts?"

You kick a pillow at the door as Ardyn walks away, still cackling. By the gods, you hated that man. He's the reason you're stuck in here and infected with the Scourge.

Without thinking, you scream and throw more pillows at the door, completely losing your mind. You're not quite sure if Ardyn can hear your fit, but judging by how quiet the penthouse got, he clearly did.

After a few minutes, you run out of both pillows and energy and collapse back down on the bed. "What's the point?" You mumble to yourself, rolling over. "A tantrum isn't helping me get out of here."

And with that somber realization, you close your eyes. Maybe being asleep would make you feel better.

***

You open your eyes groggily to find you're still in the red and black room, and everything is still all over the place.

Great.

You sit up and yawn, before hopping off the bed and putting the pillows back. That's when you notice a folded note on the ground, and pick it up, opening it.

The Emperor has requested to have dinner with me and you're coming with. It should be an interesting enough experience.

Addendum: I heard your tantrum. Please pick up your mess.

You crumple the note up and kick it away, crossing your arms in an angry huff. How DARE he, the same man who had infected you with scourge, the Adagium, make demands to you? And besides, he couldn't even eat! Why was he forcing you to?

Then you thought rationally for a second.

Ardyn did make a fair point., no matter how much you didn't want to admit it. Being hungry wasn't going to make your current mess any better, and certainly wasn't going to help with your escape.

Even though you'd rather starve than go have dinner with a bunch of slimy Niflheim officials, including Aldercapt and your ingratiating captor. You hiss to yourself and plod over to the connected bathroom.

One glance in the mirror and you nearly jump a foot in the air. You look...horrible, like a monster.

Or a daemon. The thought alone is enough for you to shudder and splash some water in your face. Why did that monster even need mirrors? How much vanity did he even have?