HOWL!

what if i made a come back?

“I didn’t know there was a test.” He managed his own chuckle. Although, he knew why Prompto asked. True, he could have dated someone from the Citadel. The Council’s daughter or son something or other. But Gladio didn’t like any of them. They didn’t make him laugh. Didn’t know what he liked. Didn’t even know what kind of cup noodle he liked when it was cold outside. “Because I want to. Because I really like you.” But who did know this information? Prompto. Prompto paid attention. And even when he was being a jackass, the blond still cared about the big guy.  And that was. ..  everything.  To him at least. “I do. I’m sure.”

[ smg. - p.a. ] as long as you don’t send it to my dad we’re good. [ smg. - p.a. ] or cor. [ smg. - p.a. ] or the king. [ smg. - p.a. ] not a shocker. you totally could be banging someone on the side. [ smg. - p.a. ] . . . i still have rachel’s playlist.

Somewhere the dreams Ignis was having turned violent. Gladio could sense it before it started. The way his breathing picked up, the movements he made in his sleep weren’t ones he usually makes. Gladio knew a night terror when he saw it. His father had them so many times when he was growing up---- “Iggy!” He moved, his hands on his forearms. Gladio moved him closer to him. To his chest. To the warmth. To safety. “I’m here. It’s okay. Don’t apologize.” He didn’t ask. If Ignis wanted to tell him, he’d tell him. But for now. . . “It’s okay. I got you.”

He was trying here. He really was. Gladio wasn’t good at romance. He loved it. Loved love. It was silly but it was true. Everything he liked about romance was so grand. It was powerful. But him actually doing it? That was hard. Gladio wasn’t expecting a chuckle. So when he heard Prompto, at first he was hurt. Why would he be laughing at him? That was mean. Cruel. But. . . it wasn’t cruel. And he might have a point. Gladio didn’t even realize it. “Uh. ..  well. Um. . . yeah. Okay so it might be. But, are we--- can we. . . is it okay if I refer to you as my boyfriend to other people? Is that okay?”

[ smg. - p.a. ] that’s awful mean. don’t you know sharing is caring? [ smg. - p.a. ] don’t you know that you gotta tell a secret to get one?

“Huh?” He blinked for a minute. Unsure how to… react to that. “You need your back popped or somethin’?” It wasn’t like he was dull, it was just. Sometimes it was hard with Noctis. Like he wasn’t sure where he was going with something. He needed to be direct. Ignis was better at picking things up, piecing together vague responses. Gladio was…More of an action man.

“Probably like a thirteen.” He grinned, completely joking and teasing the poor prince. “Your leg or your back?” Noctis might have been pushing himself too much. And that could spell trouble. Gladio wanted him to get stronger, not to hurt himself. “Welp. C’mon. Jump on my back or I’m carrying you bridal style. Pick your poison.”

[ YOU CAN”T SAY THAT I HAVE A CL ARU S MUS E TOO AHHHHHHH ]

“What? The guy had it coming! You don’t just waltz over and hit on the King’s Shield’s daughter and not expect to get a background check. That was allll on dad. Not me.” Although, he did scare him off. With a growl but that’s not the point.

“You want a clue?” He repeated the question as if he wasn’t sure. “Well. He’s tiny. About… this tall and should have been in bed like two hours ago.”

“Well, maybe if you stop bitchin’, I would have to kick your ass in gear, would I?” He says this with fondness. He’s sure. Very sure. Probably at least.

They hadn’t had time to really. . . talk. Honestly this whole thing felt like some kind of fever dream. Their home was gone. Their kingdom gone. But most importantly. . . their father. Dead.  Gladio hadn’t let it sink in. Hadn’t let himself feel it. Noctis had been such a mess about his dad and Gladio knew he needed support. Prompto had tried to help him, Gladio knew that. Tried to talk to him but Gladio couldn’t--- not until he knew Iris was okay. And when she was. . . When she was okay.  Well. That’s why he sat beside her. That’s why he reached out and held her. “I know. I know you did.” His voice was cracking, his eyes were wet. Even now he was trying to be strong when all he wanted to do was break.

I CANT BELIEVE