Hint the oc is me. This is kinda paired with the post I made earlier you don’t need to read that to read this. But due to the nature of this with the self harm and such I am okay if you don’t read it and skip over it for those who I tagged and those who come across it on my dash. It’s more for my personal relief to get it out of me. I did not fall to self harm today, despite I had moments of it but I didn’t. (go me) I don’t go into super detail about the wounds or blood if you are curious, it’s more of the raw emotions and feels of it all.
“She’s done it again.” Noctis said softly, padding out of the bathroom of a hotel in Lestallum.
“What?” Gladiolus’ voice was first to rise from the quietness of the calm night, it had been a long day of them traveling around they needed a break from this havoc.
“Her legs. . .it’s bad.” The young prince said softly, wiping some blood off of his hands.
“Is that blood?” Prompto asked, putting his phone down, blue eyes wide with shock.
The King’s Shield was up to his feet in moments once he saw the blood on Noctis, it wasn’t his but his girlfriend’s blood. His heart beating madly in his chest as he made it past Noctis moving to the bathroom looking in the small room. Noctis had her wrapped up in one of the softest towels her pale legs, covered in blood as she was shaking terribly.
“I thought she was doing better?” Gladiolus whispered as his heart was pounding in his chest, not knowing what to do, it broke his heart to see her like this.
“I thought so. . .she’s been smiling a lot so I thought things were better.” Prompto replied softly, not wanting her to hear, to feel guilty about it he understood what was bothering her.
“This is ridiculous. . .” Gladiolus muttered darkly under his breath as he pushed into the bathroom as Ignis came back into the room.
Hearing the tromp of boots, I took in a shaky breath it was Gladiolus. . .I could recognize that strong scent of leather and cedar. I curled inward to myself, leaning forward my long black hair curtaining around my face covering my startled expression.
Of course he would be first to come in - to confront me for what I did, again. To yell at me. To chastise me. To tell me he doesn’t want to be with me any longer that next time I would end up killing myself. That I need to leave the group that my skills are not needed.
That I was useless.
That I was not his girl, that I couldn’t be his girl ever if I fell from grace and harmed myself like this.
I started to cry at the thoughts that rushed through my head at a fast pace that made me start to hiccup through the tears. I dug my short nails into my knees tearing at the scratches that were already there, surprising that short nails could do such damage but they could. Panting heavily, shaking, rocking my body back and forth the tears just flowing down my face so easily, skin ripping open as more blood flood down my legs. Crimson rivers matching the salty tears flowing down my face like streams. I couldn’t look over to him, he was so perfect and I was so flawed I couldn’t be one for him. My anxiety was so high at the moment that I couldn’t handle being near him, I loved him so much that I handle it. But I wasn’t worthy of it.
I am not worthy of any of their love or their kindness.
Not the way that Noctis knows when I’m feeling depressed even though I lie through my pearly whites. Not the way that Prompto knows the right angle to take a picture so I don’t feel uncomfortable about my weight in photos. Not the way Gladiolus holds me at night, whispering in my ear how much he needs me and how much he loves me. Not the way that Ignis sees that my mania is appearing and finds things for me to do that keeps it from going out of hand.
I’m just a waste of space.
I’m not a human.
I am filth.
The sound I heard, made it worse the guilt worse.
I heard a sob.
Freezing in spot, white knuckled as my fingers dug deep into my flesh, as I heard the door slam against the wall as Gladiolus knelt before me grabbing my wrists in one hand pulling them away. With his free hand Gladiolus pulled on the wash cloth off the basin, a few tear drops falling from the giant of a man in front of me, hitting the washcloth. His large hands shaking, the one that cleaned up my fingers getting the blood off it, getting the small scraps of skin out from under the nails.
“Iggy -- com--e he--re.” Gladiolus choked out a order, his voice sounding broken. “Get som-e p---otions.”
“No, -- don’t wa--ste thin--gs like th-at on me, it’s poi--ntless I’m not w-orth the Gil.” I sobbed brokenly as I stared up at the shocked expression on Ignis’ face, those emerald green eyes wide with fear. Distaste.
Ignis turned around leaving the room heading to the pack that carried the potions and restoratives. Noctis coming into the room and Prompto leaning over his shoulder, there was tears running down the blonds face.
“Let’s get the towel damp that will help clean things up some.”
“Use your magic on her Noct.” Gladiolus barked at Noctis who reached down to grab at the washcloth.
“She won’t let me.” He responds, ignoring the rough tone his Shield took with him, his emotions were getting the better of him, he would address it later.
“I don’t care if she doesn’t want you to or not this is more than what a potion can handle.”
“Please Gladiolus please stop. . .just that is too much for Noctis it takes a lot out of him to do so. I’m not worth it.”
“GOD DAMNIT JIN YOU ARE WORTH IT ALL.” Gladiolus turned back to me shouting at me the tears that fell from his eyes, made those passionate amber more intense as he stared up at me.
My heart cracked further, the sob that escaped my mouth as I slid off the closed lid of the toilet wrapping my arms around his neck scraping my torn legs more as I slid them against the dirtied floor burying my face in his neck as I cried. I know I shouldn’t be this close, I know I don’t deserve the skin to skin contact it’s not right to feel this way. To feel the love emanating from Gladiolus as he wrapped his arms around my back holding me close.
Situating me on his lap Gladiolus got comfortable and lifted my legs up placing my feet on the lid of the toilet. Prompto came in behind Gladiolus along with Ignis who handed off some potions to Gladiolus.
“Here have something to drink, okay - it’s Choco-cola I know you like it.” Prompto said handing me a can of soda, a straw sticking out of it.
“Thanks Prompto. . .” I said wearily, taking the bright yellow can from him, hands shaking.
“Use both hands, don’t want you spilling it, last can I have you know? Was saving it but you are more important than my sugar craving.” Prompto said leaning forward cupping my other hand against the can.
“I don’t want to take your last one though. . .share?” I said, staring at the can then over to his bright blue eyes.
Prompto knew I would feel guilty if I did drink his last one all knowing all to well about my lack of self-worth.
“Of course, we can share.” He said sweetly taking the can from my hands taking a sip himself.
Squishing himself in the small bathroom Ignis moved in between Prompto and myself, looking up at me trying to read my expression. Gladiolus finished cleaning up my legs, gentle brushing of the wet cloth soft humming in my ear. It was a soft little song he heard from long ago something about wind beneath his his wings. Ignis uncapped the potion, the light green liquid bringing a slight bitter smell to nose. My nose was stuffy from crying but the smell was strong enough that even my dulled senses could make grasp of it. Taking the towel that had fallen from my shoulders Ignis got it damp from the potion and rubbed my leg as Gladiolus buried his face in the crook of my neck again. Noctis handed another potion to Ignis from the door way as there wasn’t much room for him to be there now, Prompto handed the soda back to me.
“I thought you were feeling better, Jin.” Gladiolus finally spoke up his voice rough from his own crying, his own personal turmoil.
“I was. . .I just woke up feeling like everything just felt wrong everything out of place. I feel so useless. . .my skills aren’t that good my White Mage skills aren’t quite up to par. I feel like I weigh you guys down with my slowness. I just feel horrid. The only thing that feels right is ripping open the scratches, it feels good once the skin breaks open the pain that rushes through me feels good.” I answered Gladiolus.
“You know that is far from the truth?” Ignis spoke up drying my legs off as the healing properties of the potions took affect a light green haze surrounding them as the cuts started to heal.
“I don’t feel like it is. . .” I comment as Gladiolus placed a few soft kisses to my neck moving my hair out of the way.
“You are one of the promising mages I’ve seen specially starting at such a late time in life you are fantastic.” Noctis supplied a soft concerned smile on his face, brushing some long strands of black hair out of his eyes.
“You are quite funny too, always cracking me up with your sarcasm. Plus you are the quickest to heal anyone in battle.” Prompto piped up cheerfully giving me a winning smile.
“I have to support you guys no matter what. . .”
“Jin it’s been a immense help that you have joined in our group, your talents in cooking has helped me greatly. I feel comfortable of having you on the field knowing you can handle yourself when anything comes at us. Plus you are the only one that can truly put up with Gladio.” Ignis commented soft, a hand resting on my calf thumb rubbing so patterns on my pale, scarred skin.
“I love you so much, you realize this? You are worth more than all the riches in the vault, I look forward to spending each day with you. The way you smile at me each morning, despite my groggy sleepy face is staring at you, hair all messed up and morning breath, you kiss me all over wrapping your arms around me holding me tight. Wishing me a good morning, your beautiful body a place for me to worship nightly.” Gladiolus said hugging me tightly peppering me with kisses on my neck and shoulder.
“I would be so lost without you I wouldn’t know what to do. You complete me in ways I didn’t know was incomplete.” Gladiolus added, slowly getting to his feet with me in his arms still.
Prompto helped support me as Gladiolus set me to my feet, I wobbled a little as they were sore from all the intense abuse they just went through. Ignis got to his feet, a hand on my shoulder as he massaged his fingers around the tense muscles. With his chest pressed against my back Gladiolus slowly brought me to the living room in moments I was surrounded by all of them pulling me into a full body hug.
“What would you like to do for the rest of the day? It’s too rainy outside to do much so we should just relax.” Noctis offered, as he pulled away giving me a reassuring smile.
“Can we have a movie night then? Push the beds together and make snacks and watch some good flicks?”
“Sounds like a plan baby-girl. What movie?” Gladiolus asked leading me to the bed. “You sit here and direct okay?”
“Okay,” I say as I get onto one of the bed as Noctis and Gladiolus pushed the beds all together so we all could curl up and watch a movie together. “How about Jurassic Park? I have it on my phone we can hook it up to the t.v.”
“Oh I’m on that!” Prompto said reaching for the phone pulling up the device smirking at the goofy photo of Gladiolus and I as the backdrop.
“Snacks?” Ignis asked.
“Popcorn, hot chocolate, coffee, nachos and those peanut butter cups from the shop we got earlier.” I suggested a smile coming to my face at the thought of it all.
Within a half hour all of us were curled up on the beds, I was nestled in between Gladiolus’ legs resting my back against his broad chest as his arms wrapped around my waist, chin resting on the top of my head. I held the massive bowl of popcorn and a cup of coffee. All the food was passed around and enjoyed as the movie started to play.
Everything was starting to feel right again, everything was going to be okay as long as I had them with me. As long as they supported me when I was at my worse just like I did when they were at their worse. I loved them all so much.
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So @zacklover24 told me at the Cup Noodle Museum you can create your own noodle set up. So joking around it became that would be a great date humor fic for Gladiolus and his significant other. And well I kinda want to do it! Because I love the big goofball ramen noodle slurpin’ nerd. (Low-key semi inserting myself in this, so yeah, enjoy.)
Word Count: 2,557 (was suppose to be short but that was a fail)
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“Really babe, we are going to where on our two year anniversary?” I asked incredulously, rolling my eyes at the suggestion that sprung from my boyfriends’ mouth.
“Yes, we met over a cup of noodles so why not go to the museum!” Gladiolus said with a bark of laughter, scooping me up in his arms from my comfortable spot on the couch.
“Gladdy! I want to go somewhere romantic!” I cried out as my long skirt fluffed up as he held me, a hand snaking in between my thighs rubbing the soft flesh with thick calloused fingers.
“Oh don’t think that will be the only thing we do tomorrow princess there is other things I have in plan, don’t think I’m a total oaf.” Gladiolus said placing a soft kiss on my forehead a large smile on his face.
His obsession over cup of noodles was more than Prompto’s obsession with Chocobos. We met at the Cup of Noodle stand in Lestallum joking about how salt would be the death of me but the price was write for a poor starving writer. He joked about how he would turn into a cup of noodle one day with how much he ate of the stuff. We ended up trading numbers and texting on and off all week until he called saying he felt he was forgetting the sound of my sweet voice.
The rest was history, of many sweet dates and steamy nights.
“Well I hope what you have to offer is a lot better than that.” I said rolling my eyes.
“Oh but once you see this place you’ll be shocked, look at the website.” Gladiolus said as he sat down on the couch with me on his lap.
Plucking out his phone he loaded up the website, it was clear he’s been on this website several times as he navigates it easily. Going from the main page to the “My Cup Noodles Factory” page there was this childish happy smile on his face as I looked over at him, seriously why were these noodles so important to him? Leaning up I kissed his cheek, lips brushing against beard stubble tickling me a bit, resting my head on his shoulder I looked at the screen feeling comfortable where I was. To be honest it didn’t matter what we did for our anniversary as long as we were together. It could be just sleeping on the couch in each others arms and I would be totally fine with it.
“See you get to design your cup, pick your own flavors and add ins right here in the cafe.”
“I can do that in the kitchen, Gladdy.” I pointed out with a sarcastic tone, rolling my eyes playfully at him. “With fresh noodles too.”
“But can we draw on the Styrofoam cup?” He added playfully, reaching up a finger poking me in the nose, causing me to giggle.
“Well no but I can make ramen in the kitchen in my underwear.” I teased, fingers lazily caressing his chest as he moved to show me pictures of the location.
“Remember the last time you decided to ‘cook sexy’ in the kitchen, babe? That grease burn on your tits didn’t pan out so well didn’t they?” Gladiolus reminded me to the time I decided to cook dinner naked, frying up steaks fat splattered on my bare chest and burning me.
“Shush! How do they make it look so sexy on t.v?” I retorted, smacking his chest playfully laughing at him blushing at the memory of clutching my chest in pain.
“I think it’s because they don’t fry shit, grease and fat tend to hurt when they get hot. But our second part of our anniversary is near the location of the noodle museum.” Gladiolus offered that bit of information, pocketing the phone as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, nuzzling his nose against the side of my face.
“Okay,” I said softly lazily putting my hand through his hair, enjoying the feel of the silken hair under my touch. “We can go to the museum.”
-- Next Morning --
I wouldn’t have been lying to say that at six in the morning I was tackled by Gladiolus who woke up all eager for morning affection. A tangle of blankets, bed hair, ruffled up clothes and heated kisses Gladiolus greeted me wake up call. A lot of soft touches and encouraging words of praise passing through our lips as we enjoyed the feeling of being one with each other.
“Happy anniversary baby girl.” Gladiolus said happily nuzzling the side of my neck, pressing a soft kiss on the tender flesh.
“Happy anniversary, Gladdy.” I replied, wrapping my arms around him holding him tightly, never wanting him to leave.
-- Cup Noodle Museum --
By the time we got to the museum I was giggling and smiling like crazy, Gladiolus and I passing jokes back and forth the whole trek. At the museum the building was standard looking say for the mascot standing in front of the building dancing by a sign.
“Oh to the Six - that is fuckin’ funny!” Gladiolus laughed, his amber eyes bright as he watched the giant cup of noodles dance.
“Don’t go and hump it, goofball.” I jested poking him in the rock hard abs of his stomach.
“Nah, that’s what I would do to you babe. - Hey - I want a picture with him Ignis and the others will get a laugh out of it.” Gladiolus asked turning to face me a boyish smile on his face, he looked so thrilled at the very thought of.
I couldn’t help but double over with laughter at the very innocent look he had given me, with such a cute request grabbing my cellphone out I opened up the camera shooing him towards the mascot. I couldn’t help but smile so happily at him, he looked totally at peace, happy with himself as he spoke with the mascot who agreed to take a photo. Taking several shots of him in a funny poses with the mascot, I felt like I was falling more in love him, if that was possible.
“Okay babe, I now need a photo of my two favorite things in the world together!” Gladiolus said cheerfully dragging me over to the mascot.
“Gladdy!” I shouted as he opened up camera on his phone, I struck the cutest pose I could think of while the mascot gave me bunny ears.
“Perfect!”
Gladiolus pulled me to him as we walked into the museum getting our tickets, pamphlets and a map. Gladiolus was like a excitable puppy in his place, I couldn’t help but have this self satisfied smirk on my face the whole time listening to him talk about all the little facts he was learning about his precious noodles.
“We are headed to the factory part, it takes about a hour to do the whole thing.” Gladiolus informed me, grabbing my hand holding it thumb rubbing against my hand softly as he lead me to the factory.
There was a line, a literal line, my jaw dropped I really didn’t expect this place that looked really empty to be busy. Gladiolus laughed tugging on the ponytail and tapping on my jaw as he headed to the line.
“So the line is the hour thing isn’t it?” I queried looking over to him, smirking.
“Eh, maybe? But the waiting is part of it all you know! There is interactive things to look at and such plus I knew this would happen, I did call ahead to ask about this. I have a plan.”
“What scream fire?” I teased, squeezing his hand that was still holding mine.
“No list the things that we love about each other, make the wait go by faster.”
“Oh that will be a short list for me.” I quipped sarcastically, pulling up our hands placing a kiss to his scarred knuckles.
“Oh really? I have pages, I have a whole novel babe!”
“Well mine is a library worth of stuff.”
Before we knew it after teasing and remarking on our favorite things about each other we were next in line. Gladiolus, the look on his face was pure bliss as he looked over the set up, we bought our cups paying 300 Gil a piece a plain Styrofoam cup with the basic logo on it. We were prompt to wash our hands next, doing so I couldn’t help but feel giddy along side Gladiolus. Remembering all the time we met at the cup noodle stand after our first meeting how we would meet there then get something to eat and chat with each other. And how each time we met up it was a bit closer to being something special and memorable for the two of us. I didn’t realize these little noodles had a lot to do with our relationship.
As I sat down at the “designer cup” table that was littered with crayons to decorate your cups. Gladiolus sat opposite me, stretching his legs out as the pressed against my legs, large foot rubbing against the side of my leg. The two of us giggled a lot while drawing on the cups I filled mine with hearts, “love my noodle-daddy”, a little caricature of him eating noodles on it.
“See you, being all cute eatin’ noodles!” I said cheerfully showing him my finished project, seriously looked like a child did it. “Let me see what you did!”
“Nope not yet.”
“But you are done!” I pouted as he had a smirk on his face, getting up he headed over to the next station, was he embarrassed by the outcome of it?
The whole time he hid the cup from my view as he looked over the options of things to put in it. Placing the harden mass of noodles into the cup we went to soup bases, I lunged for the curry soup base as he went for the traditional. Plucking out eggs, green onion, pork, kimchi, cheese, corn and garlic for mine, eyes wide as he placed a bunch of the meats on the cup stifling a giggle as he only puts a few vegetables in.
Gladiolus gently smacked my ass as we handed over the cups for the staff to seal the cups for us, the staff member raising a slightly judging eye towards our pda as I smacked his ass back. We watched the process, Gladiolus with his arms wrapped around my waist, chin resting on the top of my head as he held me in a tight embrace, frog marching me forwards to pick up our cups.
“So what is written on the cup, Daddy?” I asked, looking up at him smiling, hoping he would tell me this time.
“Nothing.” He said tilting his head down some kissing the top of my head squeezing me tightly.
He snatched the cup out before I could lunge for it, damn his gorilla arms and my damn t-rex arms! Hiding the cup behind his back, standing in front of me Gladiolus leaned down to me placing a chaste kiss to my lips as I grabbed for mine. There was a cafeteria that you could buy some foods and a station where you could prep your cup of noodles that you had just made. Both of our stomachs were rumbling so buying some snacks to go with the noodles and water.
Gladiolus brought me to a more secluded spot, sitting down I stared at my cup at the cute drawing of Gladiolus eating noodles. It a crude drawing as my skills with crayon or any medium was quite juvenile but I enjoyed looking at the cute version of my boyfriend. We ate our food happily, commenting how well it taste that making it this way was definitely fun.
“You wanna know why these are so important to me?” Gladiolus asked, nudging his chopsticks at my cup.
“Yeah.”
“Well with my dad being the King’s Shield and me training to be Noct’s Shield we didn’t get to spend much time together. But on Friday nights he would always come home from work and he would have cup of noodles for just the two of us to share, because it was too late for Iris to be up. I would stay up wait for him we would just sit at the table and talk shit. It was great, random stories from the Citadel and his adventures making me even more excited to become a Shield to fulfill my destiny as a Amicitia. Over the years I associated the noodles with good times with my father. Well then I met you, my most favorite person in the world to me at a cup noodle stand. Each time we met it was over at the stand and it was just perfect. So more good things associated with these noodles, they always seem to bring me good memories.” Gladiolus spoke passionately, a fond look on his face as he remembered all the good times he had while eating these noodles.
“That is so sweet, Gladio, it’s funny in a way how can something so simple bring such fond feelings.” I commented finishing the last of my noodles, carefully removing the lid all the way, I wanted to keep the cup to stare at it.
“Let me look at this artwork more,” Gladiolus said reaching out for my cup, placing his cup in front of me.
At first what was written on the cup I couldn’t focus on because the second part was a phrase. My heart started to beat like mad, hearing going a bit dull as everything started to go crazy in my head, breathing became a bit ragged and sharp as I stared at the picture. It was a stick figure of the two of us, crudely drawn large breast and ass for me and over exaggerated muscles for him. What made me stop was that his stick figure was on its knees holding something, Gladiolus reached out to move the cup as I was stunned. My jaw dropping as I saw the message:
Will you marry me?
My eyes became wide, my whole body shaking with excitement and nerves, my hands trembling as they raised to my face covering them with embarrassment.
“Yes, Gladio I will marry you!” I exclaimed staring into his expectant amber eyes that were just staring at me worried that I wasn’t ever going to reply.
“Well babe that makes me the happiest man around! HEY I’M GETTING MARRIED TO THIS FOXY BABE!” Gladiolus said excitably turning to face the cafeteria announcing the news.
There was a lot of clapping and cheering from the people around us, my face had gone several shades of red, as Gladiolus moved to my side of the table picking me up in a big hug squeezing me tightly. Kissing me passionately, tongue massaging over mine as he held me tightly. Wrapping my arms around him I didn’t ever want to let this big teddy bear go ever.
As we surfaced for breath, “normally there are rings.” I teased nuzzling my nose against his.
“True - that’s the next part of our anniversary adventure day babe. Let’s go shall we?”
It was going to be a long day for sure, one that I would never forget or would want to.
These Lips Are Made For Kissin’ Gladiolus x Reader | Fluff
A/N: I have a “mental issues” with kissing, I will happily kiss you anywhere on your body but your lips. It seriously bothers me. To me kissing on the lips is “accepting that this is real” like this is a real relationship, commitment and all that such. It’s too much emotionally for me to handle and I just rather not even think about it most times. In fact in any relationship I was in I strictly requested no kissing on the mouth because I was just unable to handle it, the dude did and well he had a bruise on his face afterwards. BUT there are certain few photos of Gladiolus’ lips that - brought thoughts to my mind. Ones of wanting to kiss them and I didn’t get bothered out about it. (Yes I write kissing in my smuts and I go, “ICK” the whole time.)
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Tagging: @themissimmortal @stephicness @stunninglyignis @blindbae @rubyphilomela @cupnoodle-queen @alicemoonwonderland @zacklover24 @neko-otaku13 @mandakatt @waifuthewhite @louisvuittontrashbags @hypaalicious @lady-asuka @highwinds-dragoon @promptoastandbutter @blondechocobobutt @xnoctits @insomniascure @diadyn @sheylann @chocobabyporcelain @misssarahdoll @mistressoli @fieryfantasy @gladiolus-mamacitia @gladixlusamicitia @roses-and-oceans @insomniacapples @insomniasix @chocobruh-art @ponkita @sweetchocobae (it’s 5 am. . .I can’t find my list of people to tag and I’m scatter brain sorry if I forgot someone.)
It was a lazy Sunday, had the sun been around it would be shining through the window across the room casting a heavenly glow over the both of our bodies as we both were naked under the thin sheets.
Living with Gladiolus was new we had only just scraped together enough Gil to buy this flat that we shared now on the fourth year of Darkness. Between the hunts that the two of us did and what he was able to get from his family savings got us a nice little flat in a good section of Lestallum. Perhaps when the sun comes back it will look even better but at the moment the flat was covered with hurricane lamps as we didn’t want to use any more of the limited power plant supply of electricity.
The horrid sound of the alarm going off alerting the room that it was indeed nine “am”, I stretched languidly opening my eyes to the dim light of the room. The street light from the road near the bay window cast a glow about the room giving me enough view to see my surroundings plus the nightlight that was plugged into the area near my side of the bed. My vision was less that perfect so I needed more light than normal but in hopes to save money on using electricity I adapted. My tripping around the house with just the light of the hurricane lamps did amusing my boyfriend greatly from time to time as he picked me up from my heap on the floor giving me gentle reassuring kisses to my head or cheeks.
Sitting up letting the blanket fall from my chest, exposing my pale tattooed skin to the room I looked to my right beside me was the love of my life, my light and shield, Gladiolus Amicitia. He was reading something on his phone, as it was too dim for him to read an actual book at the time. There was a set of glasses perched on the edge of his nose, he had started wearing them since the Darkness saying they helped him read it coupled well with his longer hair now that was not up in its normal pony tail, shaggy around his face. The scruff of his beard was a bit longer than normal, he tended to trim it on Mondays so on Saturday and Sunday it was always a bit more wild than normal. It was perfectly fine for me to view it like this.
Gladiolus was deep in focus on what he was reading on the phone, softly reading some parts of it aloud to himself, his full lips pressing together as he looked fully concerned on what he was reading. My eyes wandered to his lips as he bit down on them a bit, the soft but slightly cracked lips seemed to be more entrancing than ever before to me. He chuckled at something on the screen as he scrolled down some the way his lips turned up into a broad smile was entrancing, it surely matched the way his beautiful amber eyes expressed laughter and the smile. But I couldn’t move my eyes from those lips. . .
We had been dating for five years now, meeting each other after his trails with Giglamesh. It wasn’t until the Darkness did we actually become a “official item” as he one day came to my doorstep, in the middle of a rain storm looking battered and bruised, seeking sheltered from the storm. Little did I know at the time that the storm outside was nothing in comparison to the storm that was raging in his heart about what happened to Noctis. Our relationship grew that night as I calmed the storm in his heart over the months and our love becoming strong.
Getting up sidling myself onto his lap, straddling his hip, pressing my hands on his bare shoulders I leaned into him staring at his lips. Innocently staring at them as he sat his phone down beside us, a chuckle falling from his lips as he locked amber eyes onto me.
“Babe, what’s up?” Gladiolus asked, his voice coming out a in a rumble a bit rough sounding as he hadn’t spoken in several hours, that deep husky sound I couldn’t get enough of.
“Your lips. . .” I answered softly reaching my right hand out fingers just centimeters away from them.
“Yeah I got them. . .not that you ever kiss them or anything.” He muttered in a soft passive aggressive tone.
“Yeah. . .” I balked snapping out of my daze, light green eyes lighting up as I finally looked up into his large amber eyes.
I flushed immediately at the intense, daring stare of his as if he was daring me to kiss his lips that were just before me. My heart started to pound wildly in my chest, my breath started to get short, shaking my head making my long black hair get into my eyes I clambered off of him. Pulling the blankets over my head I buried my face into my pillow, curling up into a ball.
“Babe. . .” Gladiolus said with a huff reaching out his hand, placing calloused fingers on my bare back fingers tracing up and down the spine and tracing over the snake tattoo at the base of my neck.
“I’m sorry. . .I can’t. . .it’s stupid I know I just can’t.” I said shaking some as a sob burbled out of me, tears staining the yellow pillowcase.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. . .I was just joking I know. . .you don’t like it. I just. . .really would like to know how you taste.”
“I. . .” I sobbed trying to find words for my fear, my distaste, my gripe against it all.
“You kiss me all over so it’s not like you are worried of where a certain part was last, ya know? I mean you kissed my ass before babe.” Gladiolus jested as his fingers wound their way into my hair, playing with the soft tresses trying to calm me down some.
“It’s not about germs. . .it’s the feeling.”
“Do my lips look too dry or something? I have a slight burn from a Flan attack the other day. . .I could always use some chap-stick.” He mused, as he rolled over to his side curling up beside me his huge frame wrapping around my body as he pulled me close into his chest.
“I love you babe I want to understand. . .” Gladiolus muttered softly as he buried his face into my neck, taking in the scent of my freshly washed hair, the scent of cherry blossoms filling his nose.
“I don’t know how to describe it.”
“You are a writer and you don’t know how to describe it.”
“I know lame. . .” I replied sourly, squirming a little in his grasp, I didn’t feel like I was worthy to be in his tight protective embrace.
“It’s not, it’s funny but not lame.” He replied kissing my hair and neck as his hands rubbed against my stomach and up to my breasts.
Wiggling my way around to face him, my nose brushing against his scruffy beard as my hands roved up and down his broad chest then pinning myself against him, burying my face against his chest. He re-situated himself and hugged me tight, tangling his long legs with mine as he melded his body with me, Gladiolus despite his side could always meld himself well with me a small petite female who was easily a foot and a half shorter than he was and half his muscle mass.
Everything always felt safe and comforting with Gladiolus, it could be a raging storm outside with all of the Deamons raging around, the world falling down around our ears, if I was in his arms I would feel just safe and at ease. I knew he would do all he could do to make sure I was safe - just as I would do to make sure he was safe.
De-tangling myself from him I pulled back a little looking up at him, Gladiolus reached out brushing the stray tears away from my face, leaning in and kissing me on the forehead, against each closed eye lid, tip of my nose and on each side of my face. As his lips brushed from my right cheek to tilt my face to gain access to my left side, they slightly brushed against my lips the sharp sense of electricity that rushed through my body as that happened caused me to jerk in his arms.
“It’s okay beautiful.” Gladiolus reassured a chuckle coming from his mouth past those full lips, that just brushed against my own.
“I love you Gladio. . .”
“I love you.” Gladiolus replied as he pulled me onto his chest as he flopped onto his back, the blankets tangling around us some.
I was on top of him now laying on one of my favorite spots, his long dark hair splayed out on the pillow behind him, his amber eyes looking up at me lovingly as he rubbed his hands up and down my arms to my hips and sides. I moaned into his touch as I brought my face closer to his staring at his slightly parted lips. Reaching up my right hand I placed a index finger against his lower lip, caressing it with the tip of my fingers feeling the soft slightly damp flesh. The squeamish feeling rose up in me, a fear almost.
“It’s real if I kiss you here.” I spoke softly eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes to gauge his reaction to my admission.
“What real? That is the question.” He mused as I pulled my finger away from his lips.
“Our relationship. . .it means that what we have is something tangible. I. . .when my parents were around I was little they fought a lot and even when they were mad at each other they kissed each other goodbye or goodnight. It bothered me to see the sour look on my mother’s face as she kiss my father upset with him. It felt like they were lying to each other that things were okay because they kissed. I don’t want that. . .to be ever apart of any of our kisses I don’t want them to seal a lie or anger. If we don’t ever kiss. . .there well it won’t ever happen the fighting the arguing and distrust. . .that it is what it makes me feel like. . .” I finally found the words that somewhat described my feelings.
“We fight already, last week over the burnt steak fiasco. . .” Gladiolus laugh as he listened to what I said.
“I mean fight - fight, throw things at each other scream top of their lungs saying they hate each other over the dining room table. That type of fighting not arguing over burnt steak because someone got drunk frisky.” I bantered back smacking him lightly on the chest.
“I understand babe but we are not like them and never will be. I do sorta get what you mean about it being real. . .it’s a very intimate gesture to kiss ones lips. A lot of emotion can come from a kiss a lot of emotion that I really want to share with you. You mean the world to me, you have brought me back from the edge of destruction many times with - Noctis, my family and Ignis. . .I want to be able to share that emotion with you. It’s something that sex cannot explain.”
“I see. . .I when I was looking at your lips earlier I didn’t get bothered like I normally do.”
“My lips normally bother you?” He let out with a hearty laugh, his whole body shaking with the laugh, his large tattooed arms wrapping around me pulling me into a tight hug, his chin pressing down on the top of my head as he placed a kiss on my head.
“It’s not like I found them disgusting it’s just you know. . .that feeling. But this morning when I woke I didn’t feel strange I wanted to look at them. . .” I said my voice muffled from his chest as he rubbed my back.
“Do you want to try?” Gladiolus asked after a few minutes of silence, us just enjoying each other’s heartbeat and calm breathing.
“. . .yes.” I said slowly pulling myself away from him. “Let me do it. . .or start or whatever. . .I don’t know how to.”
“You kiss just well the way you kiss the rest of my body and the hickies you litter my body with are testament to that.” Gladiolus countered as I hovered over his face smiling at him.
Biting my own lip I brushed a few strands of hair behind my ears, heart beating like mad in my chest as I nervously leaned towards his face. He softly puckered up, long eyelashes fluttering shut as he closed his eyes awaiting for our first kiss in our five years of knowing each other. Pressing my lips against his I felt the same spark of burning electricity rush up and down my spine coursing right to my pussy making me feel warm and on fire. I pressed another soft kiss against his lips as he smiled against mine, a breathy laugh escaped his lips as a large hand tangled into my hair as Gladiolus returned the kiss. My heart jumped in my throat as the emotions rushed through me, whenever I thought about kiss fear, abandonment, terror and anxiousness.
But with Gladiolus this kiss brought none of those feelings to surface, as his right hand tangled in my hair holding my face close to his as his lips softly kissed and tended to mine, his left hand caressing my side, gently squeezing at my hips making me moan into the kiss. I felt safe, comforted, loved, pleasure, accepted. . .I felt Gladiolus. I felt what he felt for me. . .I felt connected to him more so than ever. His tongue brushed against my lower lip just teasing me slightly, slowly I brushed my tongue over his as I slid my hands down his shoulders to the side of his face cupping the scarred skin fondly. Kissing him over and over each time getting a bit bolder a bit more heated.
Growing light headed I broke from the string of kisses a slight gasp for breath as I leaned back a bit touching my own numb feeling lips a dazed look on my face.
“I told you - that you would be a great kisser. How did it feel?” Gladiolus praised me reaching up his right hand, caressing over my stomach, cupping my breasts.
“It. . .it was amazing. It didn’t feel the fear or anything like I do when I think about it. . .it was like a copy of what I feel for you or to be exact what you feel for me.”
Ever At Your Side | Prompto x Noctis | Slight Spoilers on Episode Prompto |
A/N: The song quoted is Beautiful by EXO it fits this scene well in my opinion.
”I’m going to make this world a better place. You with me?” Noctis asked his best friend who was standing behind him.
Noctis knew he wouldn’t even have to turn to see the look on Prompto’s face, he knew the man well and knew that stunning smile was being given. That damn hopeful smile.
“Uhuh. Ever at your side.” Prompto said cheerfully, the hopefulness in his voice loud in clear in the bunker, fingers gripping on the bar above his head lightly as he stared at the man before him.
-’All of your words become wind and spin around me’-
Turning around at the clear tone Prompto gives him, after all the went through he isn’t yelling at him denying him, telling him to fuck off. He is standing beside him - with a smile on his face. Noctis was sure that with all he had done that would have been the last straw with the Gunner. His heart was pounding in chest, that vow to be at his side brought such a sense of relief to Noctis. To having someone who was not ordered to be at his side wanting to be at his side meant more than anything. He truly felt like he was important when Prompto praised him.
Standing up rubbing his sweaty palms on his suit Noctis turned to face Prompto, it pained him some to see the bruises and cuts on that beautiful freckled face. Noctis wanted to wipe away the tears that Prompto had shed, to clean off the dirt and blood to kiss those wounds of his. To reassure him that he is indeed, human and someone very important.
Prompto walked over to Noctis standing just inches away from him, Noctis didn’t realize how much he was to miss Prompto. He was so use to having Prompto with him at all times never getting bored of his cheerful sunshine attitude or his calming presence. There was something different about the look in Prompto’s eyes as he looked at Noctis, midnight blues and light blues staring at each other.
-’ Your tickling whispers tear everything up like a whirlwind’-
“Noctis I will always be there for you even when the world comes crumbling down.” Prompto whispered softly his breath fanning against Noctis’ face.
“Even after what happened? What I did to you?” Noctis choked out, the fear of it all rushing to the surface he felt like he was a failure.
“Yes even after that. It would take more than knocking me off a train to make me hate you Noct.” Prompto laughed reaching out a hand brushing a few strands of hair out of Noctis’ face, fingers capturing the tears that had fallen from the Prince’s eyes.
-’My heart can’t settle down’-
“Prompto you are…” Noctis said his voice cracking some as the tears started to fall down his face, freely his heart was still beating like mad as the blond got closer to him only centimeters away from him now.
Prompto would surely know that his heart is beating like mad and that he was a fool to be crying like this in front of him. But his emotions were getting the better of him, making him feel weak and vulnerable in front of this man he admired so much. Loved so much. Reaching up Noctis cupped the side of Prompto’s face a thumb brushing off some of the grime and blood.
-’When my name touched your lips’-
Prompto closed his eyes sighing leaning into Noctis’ touch, “Noct…”
Noctis’ breath hitched in his chest as the way Prompto said his name made his heart suddenly calm, his heart feel complete. It was as if Prompto felt the same way as he did. Midnight blue eyes opened wide staring at Prompto as the man before him opened those stunning baby blues back up, it was as if a magnetic force was pulling them closer. Noses brushing against each other, Prompto let out a slight chuckle as his thin lips curled up into a smile.
Noctis kissed Prompto just briefly at first as if testing the waters, if this is what truly going on. That if it was real. The little gasp that Prompto made, caused Noctis to worry to panic was this wrong? Did he not want this? Not want it like Noctis did? Panicking the young Prince pulled back, staring into his eyes with baited breath.
“What is stopping you, Noct?” Prompto said leaning close again capturing Noctis’ lips in a full on passionate kiss that sent the Prince reeling.
Noctis was stunned and pleased, grabbing a hold of Prompto’s hips he pulled the man closer to him returning the kiss, hungry and passionate. Prompto moaned into the kiss, pressing his body against Noctis’, the Prince slide it his tongue massaging over the others. Prompto laced his fingers in the thick dark hair of Noctis’ tugging on it causing the Prince to jerk hands gripping the narrow hips tightly as Prompto tangled his tongue against the other.
-’I used to be meaningless but now I’m special’-
“I love you.” They both gasp out as they surfaced for breath.
Ignis Scientia VS Rordon Gamsay | Humorous & Fluffy
It was suppose to be short but that failed (2,113 words). Why can’t I ever write short pieces? Like seriously!! This turned out quite fluffy and funny in my opinion. I don’t like Gordon Ramsay at all (well he’s okay on Master Chef Junior) he may sorta look like Ignis but he is nothing like Ignis. Iggy is nice, polite and sassy not like Gordon at all. From what I’ve seen of his shows he seems a bit mean but perhaps that’s a front, I don’t know. BUT enjoy this little funny piece, I was up until the crack of dawn to finish it because my muse was like you lazy bum you were off for a week do something now! (well she said “right meow”)
Ignis just turned eighteen and somehow for his birthday he was on a television show with Gladiolus cackling in the in studio seating. Green eyes flashing to the tall man who was getting comfortable in a seat next to Prompto and Noctis.
Ignis was on the set of Tonberry Chef.
He did not want to be here.
He wanted to be at home, sipping a fine glass of Bordeaux and reading a good book or even better yet working on his cookbook. Not on a television show with a world known asshole chef. Not with Gladiolus, Prompto and Noctis watching in the stands laughing at him wearing a crisp white apron with a Tonberry holding knives shouting “Let’s Cook!”. He was not pleased with this birthday present in the slightest, the glare of all the lights reflected horribly off his lenses, the heat of the room was stifling and horrible to deal with under the black slacks, blue button up shirt he was wearing.
Noctis had told him he is doing this for the “Future King” after he had tried to refute this so called present. That he was being ordered to do this he had to take a more “work” sense of mind towards it because he representing the Royal Family. There was four others on the floor with him who were suppose to be cooking alongside with Ignis on this contest.
Each person was going to be given a small oven and kitchen set to work with and recreate this recipe of the show’s host own personal collection. Ignis was a great chef but he didn’t feel he was worthy be standing alongside the ones who owned their own restaurants and had been to culinary school. He had just learned to bake and cook to please Noctis nothing more. The more he thought about it the more Ignis became nervous about the whole thing, there was thousands that watched this show. It was extremely popular to view and tonight had been broadcasted previews for a while so he was getting camera shy about it. Here the Prince’s advisor all a bunch of nerves, use to speaking in front of the King and here he was on a television show nervous.
“Damn…” Ignis swore under his breath unsure of himself as he spot Rordon Gamsay walking from his private room to the main floor.
Rordon Gamsay was a bit older than Ignis, similar accent, light blue eyes and a similar pompadour that Ignis just started styling his hair like. It was striking to him that they looked alike, was this why Gladiolus was laughing so much? Ignis did admit watching this show if he was home in time was a bit of a guilty pleasure but he had only watched a few…dozen episodes.
“Shit…” He said as he ran his hands through his swept back hair breaking up the hair gel making it messy around his face. ‘I got to stop watching the show…’
Rordon Gamsay was known to be a complete jerk, yelling at all the contestants and anyone who tried to reason with him. It was fun to watch on television safe at home from the screen but Ignis was having second thoughts as Rordon snatched the coffee cup out of the attendant’s hands. He was feeling a bit hot under the collar by all of this.
“Ready King’s Advisor - your name alone is bringing in a higher rating for tonight. You better be a fuckin’ good as the Prince told me you are. Says you are some sort of savant in the kitchen.”
“I’m advisor to the Prince.” Ignis corrected.
“That doesn’t sell tickets that doesn’t make my number sky rocket like King does so shut it.” Rordon snapped at Ignis.
Balking a bit Ignis turned to the other four in the group they were looking confident and all in their element. Ignis was for once not feeling in his element. There was no way for him to escape his fate now, no running to the bathroom and hiding until the show was over or saying it was a Royal Emergency. He needed to buckle up and do this. Shaking his head Ignis returned with his normal stern and reserved look towards Rordon giving him a charming smile.
“Whatever to boost ratings, Sir.” Ignis said smoothly sounding ever inch the Royal Advisor he is.
As the show started it was a blur to Ignis everything was faster pace than it was on the television. A lot of things happened when it went to commercial that he never suspected before and he was rather interested in the on goings of it but he needed to focus on the contest. At the moment all they had done was explain who they were and what their background was. There was a teleprompter that told Ignis basic things that he was suppose to say, totally scripted using words that he would never use the prompter telling the crowd when to gasp or laugh. Rordon had at several times stop to whisper harshly at Ignis about reading his lines but he felt no need to lie about his family his parents were not world known chefs or anything like what the teleprompter said.
Each time Ignis snarked back at Rordon he heard genuine peals of laughter from the crowd. This was building up his confidence as when Rordon bite back returning fire with something vulgar or witty Ignis just let it roll off his back. Finally they were given the task of the episode to cook, taking the card that was given to him Ignis stared at it, tried to unfold it, flipped it over then stared looking for more.
“Lamb sauce?” Ignis muttered looking to his others, they were reading the same thing but they were not confused in the slightest.
Normally there was a recipe included into the whole thing but this just said lamb sauce. You couldn’t make lamb sauce it was lamb with sauce or not! No way they were going to make sauce out of lamb and there wasn’t a recipe so how could they. The whole premise of the show was to follow that recipe and whoever made the exact replica of Rordon Gamsay’s was the winner of the night.
“Didn’t you here tonight is a special night.” The lanky woman said beside him, she had long black hair pulled up in a decorative bun, a light blue streak of hair framing her face, there was something slightly masculine about her but he couldn’t pin it down.
“No, I am afraid I missed it I don’t watch the show religiously.”
“Says the one with Gamsay Hair. Tonight is about coming up with the recipe yourself and seeing if you guess right.”
“Oh…”
“Problem Stenchia?” Gamsay asked walking over to Ignis, noticing a weakness in the Advisor’s armor.
“None, Ramsay.” Ignis quipped, his mind racking up all the things he knew about prepping, cooking and dressing lamb.
“GAMSAY.” Gamsay growled back at him, he didn’t quite care for the tone of voice Ignis used, that smug self-satisfied tone.
Ignis couldn’t help himself but snap his fingers when he remembered the recipe he wanted to use for the show. There was no way he was going to make “lamb sauce” he couldn’t even think of a way it could happen in his wildest imagination. Granted his imagination was not as wild as Prompto’s but he felt it was rather active. Giving a confident smile towards Noctis, Prompto and Gladiolus he started to follow the others to the “store room” to pick out his ingredients.
Getting the lamb being rather picky with the slices, Ignis listened to his competitors, all muttering to themselves unsure how they were going to make lamb sauce.
“Like seriously how are we going to do that!?” A short dark skin man asked, he looked like he was about to toss off his apron and leave as he shook the card stock above his head.
“I don’t know, it’s fucking lamb sauce I never heard of making sauce out of lamb!” A petite woman said as she collected a bunch of random cuts of lamb.
“You can’t do it, just impossible.” Ignis commented, he wasn’t going to tell them they were being stupid, just let them try.
“I know that it is stupid he is trying to make us do this. Stupid Gamsay.” The masculine woman said from before.
“Hmm,” Ignis muttered in agreement, he went to pick up some apricots, mandarin oranges, rosemary and some corn meal.
He made sure that the others were not paying much attention to him he couldn’t help the camera that followed him but at least he could stop the others from following him. Once back to his station he listened to Gamsay’s comments about his choice of items mocking the ripeness of the oranges. In which Ignis had to snipe back that if his show implemented the same grocers that the Royal Family did he wouldn’t have to worry about bruised fruits. That earned a huge chuckle from the crowd, Ignis could hear Gladiolus’ powerful laugh from the crowd, it made him feel better.
Watching the others around him he saw them struggling valiantly to make “lamb sauce”. Ignis calmly started to make rosemary roasted lamb with apricot-citrus sauce. With practiced ease Ignis went to work making the dish, his head totally in the game ignoring the frustrated shouts from his competitors.
They were cooking the lamb down in a stew pot, boiling it into mush and making the room smell quite foul. Ignis shook his head, tawny locks getting into his eyes, hiding behind his glasses. Getting a bit of the citrus sauce on his cheek, he ignored it as he was in need of moving a bit faster time was running low. Granted the speedy ovens this place used helped a lot but what he had required a bit more class than mushing up meat hoping it became a sauce and not a puree. The others around him were doing similar things that made Ignis want to shout at them that they were fools but he held it in.
Once the timer went off he had plated a perfect looking slice of roasted lamb with apricot citrus sauce. The others were plating mush. Ignis couldn’t help but snigger at them as Gamsay stared at what he was viewing from the other contestants. All his remarks were akin to “what are you a idiot sandwich” to the people making Ignis even more confident that he was correct.
“Well here we are Ignis Scientia…Royal Advisor to the king with…?”
“Rosemary roasted lamb with apricot-citrus sauce.”
“Not lamb sauce…” One of the competitors grumbled looking at Ignis with angry brown eyes.
“Lamb with sauce.” Ignis corrected. “You cannot have lamb sauce it cannot become sauce in the slightest. You end up with the results that you fine chefs created, puree or mush. Dog food essentially, I am sure the Prince’s pup would enjoy it greatly. Though I don’t think Gamsay will enjoy it unless you are insinuating that he is a dog.”
“WE ARE NOT! We are following the prompt!”
“Which was vague!” Another chimed in.
“Exactly so as sometimes we as chefs are given loose details of what someone would want to eat and taking it quite literal will solve nothing. Indeed I think you all must think I have four legs and bark at the moon. Ignis Scientia despite it all you won the contest!” Rordon Gamsay congratulated Ignis, shaking his hand pulling him close as pictures were snapped.
The show ended leaving Ignis reeling that it was already over before he knew it, he actually did have some fun in it. What he won was a top of the shelf pot and pan set easily worth several thousand Gil, it had been one that Ignis had been looking at for quite some time. There was a nice cash prize that went along with it as well that Ignis carefully thought about buying stock in Ebony Coffee Company.
As he walked down the side steps he was greeted by the cameras wanting to speak with him and such, he kindly refused them and went to join Gladiolus, Prompto and Noctis where eagerly waiting for him. As Gladiolus approached him he laughed at his friend, reaching out a calloused hand to his face Gladiolus wiped the sauce that smeared on his face.
“I can think of sexier ways of getting that off your face but kids are around.” Gladiolus teased the Advisor who gave the Shield a giant eye roll and walked off to follow Noctis and Prompto.
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A/N: Since I can’t find many black maine coon cat gifs, some of these will be of other cats but they are meant to represent Clarus.
Kitty Clarus is a idea of @mandakatt her, fic for him can be found here.
It’s morning, stretching from his spot at the edge of your bed he looks over to you sleeping still. A gentle burble of a meow as he attempts to wake you up, you tend to sleep late when feeling depressed. He noticed the last few days you have been feeling down, a decision you had to make weighing down on you hard, one you didn’t want to make but you knew in your heart was one you had to make.
Last night you made the choice and you went to bed early after crying about it, sleeping well past your first few alarms for work. Clarus was a smart cat he knew you still had a few alarms left before you would be late for work.
Getting to his feet he climbed his way up your legs, being gentle when he walked over your stomach after the first few times you had cried out in pain, due to his large size it squished your stomach painfully. He never wanted any harm to befall you, his beloved human. You had taken him in when others wanted to be rid of him, he appreciated you for all of your kindness.
So seeing you in the turmoil you had been in recently was bothering him, as you had climbed into bed last night as he gave you a few reassuring headbutts you had muttered sadly.
“I guess I should start collecting cats and be a crazy cat lady.”
Clarus didn’t quite understand the meaning behind that. But the tone you said it was enough to know that you were lonely, that the decision you had made was drastic to your life but necessary.
As he approached your face, he meowed again and headbutted your face, gently waking you.
“Clarus. . .” You muttered sleepily.
“Meow,” ‘Time to wake, my human.’ He greeted you, nuzzling your face, his long whiskers tickling the side of your face.
“Wha’ time is it?” You muttered sleepily, slowly and numbly you reached for your phone.
Eyes blurry from sleep, puffy from crying you saw that your alarms had gone off several times and it was almost time for that one before you were late. Normally you would jump out of bed, shocked and freaking out about being so close to being late for work. But you were depressed about making such a decision last night, sure perhaps it was for the best but it still hurt a whole lot.
Clarus nudged your head, as you went to read over the texts from last night again, the phone fell from your hands. The stern look Clarus gave you, was as if he was telling you not to worry about it. He let out a grumble as you pulled him into your arms burying your face into his thick soft fur. Letting out a soft sob, you attempted to get up.
You fell back, Clarus let out a soft “meow”, ‘no time for breakfast, my human.’
Clarus, climbed to your shoulder nudging your head, with his weight and bulk he could move you some if he put his mind to it. You grumbled about feeding him in a few minutes. He wasn’t worried about eating, he was worried about you eating and getting to work. Clarus cared more about your well being that his own specially when you neglected to fend for yourself.
‘Don’t be a kitten, be proud strong cat my human.’ Clarus mewled as he started to purr, as he moved you again, reassuring you that he would take care of it all.
Finally Clarus managed to get you out of bed, he guided you towards the bathroom mewling to you while you showered and dressed to make sure you stayed awake. The whole time he spoke to you, reassuring you that he would be here for you that he would comfort you when you were feeling down that he would make you smile, dry your tears and keep you safe from harm. Of course all you hear was straight up meowing and purrs coming from him.
Getting out of the bathroom heading to the kitchen, in a funk clean and ready to go to work but not fed. You look like a zombie, a well dressed zombie. Depression had set in and you just were going through the motions, not feeling like whatever you did mattered now that things had changed. Opening the fridge to reheat the chicken tenders you bought the night before you set them on the counter looking for a decently clean plate.
Clarus noticed the mistake you had made, it was the raw chicken the stuff you didn’t fry up the night before to make those tender. Warming them up would not make them edible! He knew that his human couldn’t eat raw meat like he could, you would get sicker than you felt now and miss work and that would make you even sadder.
He reached up to his long length and smacked the food off the table, he would rather have you mad at him then sick.
“Clarus!” You shouted as he knocked it all on the floor, making a mess of the raw meat.
“Meorow!” Clarus belted out, as he started to chew on the meat.
“Wait this is raw. . .gosh I’m so out of it boy. . .I guess you didn’t want me to eat that and get sick.” You said letting out a sigh, a warm smile gracing your face pleased that your cat cared so much about your health.
“At least you love me, sweetie.”
“Meow.” ‘You are my human, of course.’ He replied licking his face clean, rubbing against you as you moved to the pantry, pop-tarts would be safer.
Looking up at the clock, Clarus didn’t understand the squiggles but he knew when the lines reached a certain time you had to leave. He saw they were past them, you were going to be late. Nudging your legs and meowing urgently, you looked up at the clock.
“I know you big lug, give me a hug.” You said picking him up, grunting with some effort you picked up the giant cat and hugged him tightly.
Wiggling out of your arms, Clarus landed on the floor with a solid thud as he lead you to the front door, ignoring your mutterings. As you walked out of the house he leapt to the window making sure you made it to the car and left. He would go with you to work if he could but he was not welcomed at your work place. You always told him when he tried to sneak in your purse that coworkers would be too jealous and try to steal him. There would be nothing that would separate him from you. You had told him to protect the house while you were at work, so he took it to heart.
Clarus prowled around the house doing the morning search of any intruders, checking all the windows for those pesky birds and squirrels. Keeping his eyes on the clock to see those lines meet the right spot again to hear the door unlock and see you.
He loved his human very much and worried for her often. Taking a few baths in the sun soaking up the rays.
Soon the clock was at the time, Clarus perched on the back of the couch staring at the door knowing that any minute you would arrive. He looked so intense, perched up on the back of the couch, most would think he was angry but he was concerned and eager to see you. To see his beloved human.
“Clarus I’m home.” You called out, as the door opened to see him in his normal spot waiting for you.
He let out a loud burble of a meow, as you placed your bag and keys down. Getting to the couch you sat down, letting out a long sigh today was rough but at least you had Clarus waiting for you. Purring loudly, Clarus started meowing telling you about his day about how he saw some new types of birds that he got rid of the strange looking bug on the living room floor. (ladybug!) Chuckling at his conversation and how he just kept rubbing against you getting you covered in long black hairs.
You picked him up for a hug and wrapped his arms around your neck and buried your face into his chest. He was your loving sweet, cat and wouldn’t trade him for anything in this world.
“I love you Clarus, you are a sweet cat.” You said pulling him back some looking into his beautiful eyes.
“Meow!” ‘I love you too my human!’ He said reaching back wanting to hug you again.
(Gif from Adrian Bouchet // Stuart - Dying and Other Superpowers (Short Film - 2012) )
A/N: This gif gave me a lot of feels and the song Hate You by 2NE1 fit the feels that went with it. This happens before Kingsglaive - is taken place on the eve of Titus’ village being destroyed in the war. So this is right before he picks up the name Glauca. (Got the info from the FF15 Wikia)
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-’My memories with you, consist only of memories waiting for you. No matter how much I put up with it, and put up with it, it wouldn’t end. I-I wanted to hear those words, “I love you”. Your unconcerned love, I grew tired of it.’-
Standing by the window of our one bedroom flat, a hand resting on my swollen stomach I stared out the window of our home on the northeastern islands of the Cavaugh Region. It was cold and frigid here unlike my home in the south regions of EOS where it was always warm in Cauthess. Upon meeting Titus Drautos I fell for him hard and quick, way before I realized that it was a passing fancy. I picked up my meager possessions and I moved all the way to the northern islands to be with him to fawn after him.
His strong being, his kind behavior, chivalrous ways drew me to him to learn that it was just a front made to make me fall for him. But each day I stayed in his home I made myself believe that he would say those words I longed for just three little words. He showed them in small ways, bringing home food, paying bills, taking me shopping, holding me close at night. But he never spoke the words.
My ears longed for them.
-’It feels terrible I threw all my pride away, I’m sad, is this all I’m worth? I’m worried, now, of the four-letter word, LOVE. I’m scared, you’re hilarious.’-
My life I left behind in Cauthess was perhaps not fantastic but it was mine, I worked a my family restaurant and I a pillar in the community. I dropped it all for him, for the moment of love he offered me, the kind words of appreciation to my being.
I wasn’t allowed to leave the home without his permission, he always said it was because of the others would hate a foreigner. They would find my naturally olive skin far from normal, my dark eyes too exotic, my accent too strange. It made me sad that I could not spread my heritage to them that I could not learn from them only what Titus taught me. So I clung to every word he spoke, the words that fell from his lips, the sound of his beautiful voice resounding in my ears.
My ears longed for those four letters.
I’m so scared of the day you say it my love Titus, so afraid to hear you say what I long to hear. It’s quite funny.
-’You really suck. I have no reason to see you, this world is filled with guys like you. You s-s-suck, your flaws are countless. To just put up with it and love you, is a waste of time.’-
“Darling, Y/N what are you doing staring out the window so morosely? I brought home some dinner for us, you said your heart burn was bothering a lot from the little one kicking. This suppose to help with that.” Titus asked walking into the small house, the smell of freshly grilled anak meat and rosemary filled the room.
He was always so kind to me even though there was always such restrictions, the kind touches, the tender look in his eyes the kind actions. It sucks he can’t say the words, it makes me feel like I’m a fixture here and not a person.
“You are so flawed.” I said in a hoarse tone of voice as he walked over to me, placing the food on the table beside us.
His large body pressing against my back as his right hand snaked around my side cupping my swollen stomach feeling our child pressing their hand against his, trusting him. His left hand tangling up in my dark hair, his nose nuzzling against my head he let out a soft sigh. The way his chest rose and fell against my back, was oddly comforting like he was real and I wasn’t just a doll. The way his hand pressed against our child in my stomach made me feel like he cared about me and love me. Moments like this was so sweet and a endearing, reminding me of the man I fell in love with back in Cauthess.
“I am but a man, darling of course I am flawed. I am not a Astral. . .that is worthy of praise. I am not perfect none of us mortals are, not even you my darling.” HE said softly, his voice a low murmur in my ear as his large fingers carded through my hair, brushing softly against my ears.
“I put up with this daily, Titus I feel so neglected so lost here. I want to go outside I want to learn from the others. I want you to feel the same way about me that I do for you.”
“Darling. . .”
“I feel like it is a waste of time, Titus.”
His hand cupped my stomach a bit firmly making me squirm against his touch as I tried to relieve the pressure not wanting any harm to come to our child. Placing my hand against his pushing it away, instead he gripped my hand lacing fingers in with mine. My breath hitched in my throat, my hand felt so small against his, the strong fingers gripping my hand in a comforting hold set my heart racing.
“It is not a waste of time, we created a life together a blessing into this world.”
“Do you even care for me?” I asked, flicking eyes up to him, head tilting up looking up at him staring into his green eyes.
I could sense his tension as his massive body straightened against mine as he listened to what I had to say. Letting out a deep sigh, Titus Drautos wrapped his arms around me resting them calmly on my stomach. His nose burying into the crook of my neck, placing tender kisses to my skin.
“It is just a word, darling.” He said in a husky tone after a few minutes.
“It means a the world to mean - to everyone to hear that from someone they love. I love you so much Titus, I left my hometown for you, I am giving you a life.”
“If I say it darling then what is going to happen today will make it worse on you.”
“What?” I asked spinning around roughly turning to face him, instantly unsure of what he was talking about.
“I have to leave. . .the war is coming this way we are under attack the south most islands are under attack. We are next we, darling I must leave.”
“You are leaving us?” I questioned, tears flowing down my face, lower lip quivering as my heart dropped, my head aching with pain.
-’Hate you eh eh eh eh eh. I’m fine living without you. Hate you eh eh eh eh eh. I’m fine living without you.’-
“I need to leave, there are some things I must do I need to put a end to all of this pointless warring.” Titus replied, reaching out for me hands on my arms rubbing up and down trying to comfort me.
“What about me?” I asked, voice warbling as I couldn’t keep the fear out of my voice, body shaking.
“I have a spot for you that will be safe, you will have to go with a woman I know Altius is her name. She’s coming tonight to take you away from all of this.”
“I don’t want to leave you. . .I love you.”
“You have to go with her you can’t stay with me it will not be safe for the two of you the only place is with her.”
“I hate you Titus Drautos.” I said angrily, pounding my fists on his chest as I cried. “I don’t want to live without you.”
“You will do just fine without me caging you like a songbird, my love. Goodbye my love.” Titus said kissing my lips softly, cupping the side of my face.
I really wasn’t sure why I was at the beach, to be honest I am pale and burn easily, I don’t like the crowds and I don’t really care for the water. So why was I here?
I wanted to get over my fear of drowning, therapist said it would be a good thing for me.
My therapist recommended Gauldin Quay beach as a safe and reasonable spot to go to. So I called up my Sheri to see if they was up to going with me for emotional support, all I wanted to do was go to the water and go up to my knees. Just all that for today.
Baby steps.
“I don’t have anything to wear for a beach plus they, issues you know.” Sheri had mentioned on the phone when I called them, sighing I grew frustrated with society.
“But I really need to do this.” I said with a exasperated sigh.
“And you can, Y/N just not with me by your side, think about how it would be if you manged it on your own a whole lot better, right?”
“Right, why are you always right Sheri?”
“When life is shit to you like it is to me you have to be right.” Sheri responded, I could tell there was a eye-roll coming from them.
That phone call gave me enough courage to go, at the beach I was quite stunned to see it quite vacant of people. Perhaps a Wednesday is a good day to go for crowd control? I was wearing a dark blue one piece swimsuit with matching blue shorts and a white coverup. Hair pulled up, I stepped onto the sand of the beach going past the shack that sold fishing supplies and a few boats to rent out.
There was the main deck that lead to the restaurant, hotel and some more shopping venues to enjoy that I would check out once I had my fill of water. My therapist told me that I should even go far as to dress as if I was going to go fully in the water to “feel right” so I went to with this outfit. The beach itself wasn’t so bad, not many people a few families nothing too crazy.
Looking over at the water it was pretty enough, pleasant looking - innocent looking. What really bothered me was when I got into the water when the fear started to set in. I could manage my ankles, more than that and I would start to panic and feel rather helpless. Breathing heavily, heart rate crazy high, hyper focused on the things around me and feel like I’m drowning way ahead of actually drowning.
Grabbing on the worry stone that Sheri bought me many years ago I rubbed my fingers over the rough parts of it easing my anxieties as I looked around. I was about several feet from the water still, the salty air going around my face as the breeze picked up mixing in with the scent of coconut scented sunblock.
“It won’t be so bad right?” I muttered to myself.
“Nope it won’t.” Came a voice from beside me.
“Ah!” I shouted in shock, scared jumping out of my skin practically at the giant of a man standing next to me.
Turning to my right was a giant man, a lifeguard to be exact sporting red shorts, jacket and whistle around his neck. He had a few scars on his chest, parts of a tattoo was visible on his chest and sported large scar over his left eye and across his forehead. He was quite handsome, his features were rather stunning to say the least and his pleasant voice was reassuring.
“Sorry for startling you, looked like you were having some issues, don’t know how to swim?” He asked a kind smile on his face, he was a life guard probably dealt with that issue a lot.
“Eh I don’t know how to swim but it’s more like I have to get over the fear of water first.” I said with a slight shrug of my shoulders, looking from him to the water again.
“Afraid of what is in it? Because here it’s quite safe here, I personally scare off all scary things. - Name is Gladio by the way.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at his comment because due to his size I am pretty sure he does scare off a lot of beasts with his size but something about him was comforting to me.
“Y/N, it’s not what is in the water it’s the water itself. I have a fear of drowning, I can go into my ankles but that’s about it. The few times I tried to go further I ended up having panic attacks once got to my chest.” I admitted to him, looking at the water looking so innocent.
“That’s understandable, it’s a common thing you need to trust the water. It will support you as long as you trust it.” Gladio said wisely a broad smile on his face, it was a very pleasant smile to see, it made me smile unconsciously.
“Yeah, in theory that sounds easy but in practice it’s a bit harder.”
“Uhuh,” He nodded reaching out a hand to me. “Let help you with that then.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose on you or anything you are working.” I said feeling a bit shy by the offer.
“Oh I’m on my lunch break so it’s quite alright that silver haired lady over there is the one on guard at the moment. So it’s quite okay.” Gladio said smiling at me as I took his hand, my small hand feeling even smaller in his large one.
Gladio guided me over to the waters’ edge instructing me to take my sandals off, kicking them off letting my feet get wet. Gladio held my hand the whole time talking calmly reassuring me the whole way as we inched further into the water. Looking up at him, he was smiling down at me was nice to have someone with me.
“So how long have you been a lifeguard?” I asked trying to ease my mind with random talk.
“Ever since I was a teenager so six years now? I love the water it’s quite peaceful.”
“I see, how did you get those scars?” I asked as we reached my knees of the warm, water.
A slight amount of anxiety kicked in as it lapped against my knee with a gentle current moving around us. But not the same high tenseness that normally happens, my breathing was erratic but it was not out of control to the point of hyperventilating.
“Bar fight, quite a epic tale I would enjoy telling you some other time.” He replied, as we took a few more steps further.
To my thighs, I started to pant visibly, my hearing dulled as adrenaline started to kick in. A arm wrapped around my shoulder pulling me close to him, shoulder bumping into his chest, firm abs from countless hours of swimming.
“It’s okay I’m here, if you start drowning I will be able to help you, completely certified.” Gladio said reassuringly as we took a few more steps out into the water.
Up to my hips now my grip on his hand was extremely tight now as the arm that was wrapped around my shoulder was gently patting my arm. I was feeling a little lightheaded, my vision was starting to blur, hyperventilating as the water hit over my stomach. Freezing in spot my knees giving out from underneath me I slipped in his grips.
“Woah, Y/N let me help you there.” Gladio said picking me up, holding in his arms out of the water.
“Gladio. . .yikes, this is too far in, I can’t go any further.” I said, arms on my lap, I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck but I really didn’t know him.
“Okay babe, then let’s go back to shore.” Gladio said fondly, smiling down at me. “You can wrap a arm around my neck if you want, supposedly it’s comfier that way for you.”
“Oh thanks.” I said as I wrapped a arm around his neck.
“Take deep breaths, okay? Focus on the look out stand okay, watch it get closer things will calm down okay?” Gladio said calmly, as he took long strides to the beach.
I couldn’t help but stare up at his face, it was quite striking as his jaw was firm as he was determined to make it to the shore quickly. The way he cared enough to not to pressure me to get back in the water or go further was reassuring and made me feel good, made me feel calm.
“There back to land, safe and sound, Y/N.” Gladio said placing me down on the ground, patting me on the shoulder. “You okay?”
Taking a deep breath I looked around, placing a hand on my heart that was starting to beat normally. Looking up at Gladio the dazzling smile he gave me as I nodded approvingly had my heart beating for a whole other reason.
“Yes, thanks Gladio that was sweet of you to do that for me.”
“GLADIOLUS GET YOU ASS BACK HERE LUNCH WAS OVER TWENTY MINUTES AGO!” A woman shrieked from not to far from us, a bit taller than myself and silver haired she looked rather upset.
“Oooops, well back to work, babe - so how about drinks later? I get off at five.” He asked, giving me a wink as he took several steps towards the other lifeguard.
“We’ll see, Gladio.” I said with a flirty smirk, waving to him as he left. “Perhaps we can arrange time to do this again.”
“We’ll talk over those drinks about our schedules.”
Perhaps I could get over my fear of drowning after all. With a little help that is.
