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“So…uh….what do you think?” you asked nervously.It was uncomfortable standing in front of Gladio, thick thighs and full rear sheathed in fitted skinny jeans that easily accented every curve. The black heels were a classic and something you were used to and the tight v neck shirt was something you had worn more than once. But the jeans. The jeans were new and it made you feel so self conscious you wanted to crawl into a hole.

Gladio eyed you, rich dark eyes growing even darker with lust. He gave an appreciative hum, hand darting out to take your wrist. The bulge in his jeans told you that he was aroused, leaving you to anticipate him yanking you to him on the couch for a steamy kiss. But the Crownsguard was gentle and urged you to him carefully. Large, calloused hands stroked your thighs through the jeans, fingers squeezing at the ample flesh there.

“I think you look sexy as hell and that you should wear those more often.”

You released the breath you had been holding, feeling slightly more comfortable after his praise. But Gladio had more to say with his hands. He gave an appreciative squeeze to your butt, relishing in the feel of it. Fire was burning in his eyes yet every stroke of his fingers was gentle, even as he thumbed your clothed sex through your jeans.

“Gladio…” you groaned, a bolt of pleasure racing through you.

A chuckle rumbled through him and he stroked you harder, pulling a gasp from your mouth. Gentle but firm hands urged you down to straddle his lap. The feel of his erection beneath you urged a moan from you and you ground down against it. A hiss escaped Gladio’s lips, mouth trailing nipping kisses up the column of your throat.

“If we keep up…” you panted, “We’ll miss the movie.”

He lifted his dark head and kissed you fiercely.

#99 - “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

Turing the lock on hisapartment door, Ignis was greeted inside with a couple balloons tied to thedining table, a gift bag sitting on the table top, and a small cake with in theshape of a bone placed neatly on a serving platter. He scrunched his browstogether wondering what he was missing until you popped your head out of thekitchen and his shared beloved pooch sprinted towards the door.

“Hey welcome home,”you smiled at him, following after the dog, who was jumping up onto theadvisor, his paws resting on Ignis’s stomach as the man scratched behind hispup’s ears.

“Hello darling,” he replied,“You will have to forgive me but did I miss something,” he questioned pointing overto the decorated table.

“Ignis Scientia,” yougasped playfully, “How could you forget your son’s birthday?” You gestured to thescruffy looking dog, who had sat down now and was looking between the two ofyou, his tongue hanging out, panting loudly from excitement.

“My son,” he chuckledwith a bit of question in his tone.

“Dog child, yes.”

Bending down, he goteye level with the K-9 and spoke, “My apologies buddy I unfortunately forgotabout your big day. Is there any way you can forgive me?” At his words, the dogattacked the advisor with licks upon his face and tail wags which caused thedog to squirm all over. You laughed as Ignis fell backwards unto the ground,chuckling to himself and pushing his pup off.

“I’d say he is finewith it,” you smiled, giving Ignis your hand and pulling him back up on hisfeet. Once he was back standing, he pulled you to him, kissing you softly.

“What was that for,” you smirked.

“Just because,” hegrinned, happy to be home, “Why don’t we cut into that cake you made?”

You looked over to thebaked good and shook your head, “I did make this but in truth it shouldn’t beeaten by people. I made this specifically for the dog, we wouldn’t likeanything in it.”

“Wow you really wentall out for this party.”

“He is our child andhe deserves it,” you spoke matter of fact.

Ignis shook his headbut laughed at your  words, “That’s fair.Well then, let’s give him his cake and throw him a party and afterwards we canhead to the kitchen to cook something sweet for us.”

“We don’t have to eatin order to enjoy something sweet,” you whispered playfully, messing with the topbuttons of his shirt.”

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“Welcome home!” Prompto greeted you cheerily.

Exhausted, you dropped your bag on the floor and went straight for the couch. Your sunshine boy cuddled up to you, feeling the fatigue radiating off you. His loving embrace was comforting, but the piled up stress of school was starting to get to you. You let out a deep sigh, and when Prompto realized his hug wasn’t taken your stress away, he planted a long kiss on your forehead.

“What’s wrong, chocobabe?” he asked, worry filling his baby blue eyes.

“I’m just–” your voice vanished into thin air. You finished off, “Stressed.”

Noticing the withdrawal of your voice, he knelt on the floor right across you. One of his hands held yours tightly while the other gently brushed your cheek. Prompto bit his tongue; he knew you well enough to know that if you were prepared to tell him what was bugging you, he wouldn’t have to pry. 

You knew him well enough to know that he knew that. 

You trust him. You love him.

After a long period of silence and much deliberation, you opened your floodgates for the first time in years.

Your sudden change in emotion took him by surprise. “Six–” He sat back down and held your face. “You’re crying. Okay, you’re crying,” he said, although it sounded more like a reminder to himself.

“I’m sorry!” you whined, unable to stop your tears. 

“No, no!” Prompto exclaimed in a panic as he began to kiss every open spot his marksman-trained eyes could see. “Please don’t be sorry, just…”

He took a deep breath, wrapping you in his arms protectively.

“It’s okay. You can cry.”

You eventually ran out of tears to cry, but you were unsure how long you’d been crying. It didn’t matter to your boyfriend, though. He held you firmly and never let go throughout your unanticipated ordeal.

“So…” he trailed off when you pulled away. “Are we going to talk about what happened or…?”

You laughed dryly, “I’m really sorry, Prompto. I… don’t cry a lot.”

“You don’t say?” he retorted, slightly amused with his sally. 

“I just can’t afford to look weak and vulnerable, that’s all,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Hey.” He leaned your backs against the couch and placed his arm around you. You looked up at him, getting distracted by his the sight of his freckles up close. “You’re not weak. You’re not vulnerable.”

You nodded, half-heartedly agreeing with him, but it was obvious to him that you weren’t buying it.

“It isn’t easy to get in touch with your feelings all at once, and I promise I won’t force you,” he said. “But whenever you want to–whenever you’re ready–I’m here.”

If you hadn’t just outcried your tear ducts, you were fairly certain you would be tearing up again.

“I’ll always be here.”

You sat on the wooden chair, staring at the unconscious body of Noctis dressed in hospital garments and never-ending wraps of bandages. It’s been almost 48 hours and your beloved hasn’t moved an inch. His vitals read steady, but being this deep asleep after an unfortunate daemon encounter didn’t ease your troubles.

Exhaling, you rested your forehead on his stationary arm. Your right hand crept up and softly held on to his, simply to reassure yourself of his pulse. 

But of course, you couldn’t help but let your anxieties get the best of you.

Nightmarish thoughts of the Prince sleeping into a perpetual coma and even worse flooded your mind. The thought of living your life without him forced its way into your imagination; how you would go home to an empty apartment, or how’d you never get to fish with him in Galdin Quay, or how the Lucian people would never see his coronation–

This was all too much.

Your brain began to pick up the signals of your heartache, prompting your vision to blur with heavy tears. You leaned over and pressed your forehead against his, letting the teardrops hit the edges of his ear. 

“Please wake up, please wake up,” you whispered. “Don’t leave me.”

The walls reflected nothing but your tempestuous sobbing and the cyclic pattern of his breathing.

You sat back down and resumed to your previous position. “Come on, Noct,” you murmured between loud snivels. With your eyes closed, you kept your fingers sandwiched his index and thumb and repeated to yourself,

“Wake up… wake up… wake up…”

Snapping out of what seemed like a half-asleep dream, your head shot up at the hospital bed’s abrupt weight shift. It took you a moment to decide whether or not you were in a dream, but the moment his ocean eyes met yours, you were convinced.

“Noct!” you exclaimed softly, carefully positioning your forehead against his once again. 

His thumbs slowly moved across your face, taken aback by the tears attacking your soft skin. “Hey, princess,” he said weakly. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m…” 

You closed your eyes for a second and allowed yourself to feel the happiness, relief, and solace in his awakening. 

“You’ve been out for almost 2 days and I just–” You shook your head, “I’m just really glad you’re awake.”

“That makes two of us,” he agreed.

“Look, I know I’m not super invested in my emotions,” you began, a part of you silently cursing yourself for admitting your frailty. You continued, “But that’s only because I always thought crying made me weak and vulnerable.”

He chuckled lightly, “And you hate being weak and vulnerable, I know.”

“I love you, Noct.”

The corner of his lips quirked up to a small smile, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks had flushed the darkest shade of red imaginable. 

“I love you too. And I’m sorry for getting you so worked up.”

He mustered all his strength and caught you in the middle for a tender kiss. You pulled away quickly, helping his head land back on his pillow. You propped yourself close enough without hurting his wounds as his thumb affectionately rubbed over your knuckles.

“But I mean,” he shrugged. “If this is what it takes to make you cry, I’d be more than happy to receive additional stab wounds.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and flicked him mercifully as a warning. “That was so not funny!”

“I know babe,” he snickered. “But you loooooove me. You want some of that special Prince Noctis lovin’, huh?” he teased, moving his eyebrows up and down in faux seduction.

You shook your head in an attempt to stifle your laugh, “Keep that up and the only lovin’ Prince Noctis is gonna get is from his hand.”

One of the things that made Gladio fall for you was your emotional strength. Coming from a family sworn to protect the royal family made it easier for him to follow his head over his heart. However, he didn’t think he would ever find someone even more rigid than he was.

And that was starting to become a problem.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” he fumed, sitting on the other side of your dining table.

You shook your head and shrugged, “Because it’s not important?” You couldn’t wrap your head around why he was blowing his lid off. 

“Not important?” he scoffed. He leaned his upper body towards you, fists planted on the wooden surface. “This guy’s been trying to get with you for months and you hid it from me! How could you not call this important?”

“Because it’s not important to me!” you loudly retorted, feeling your own anger rising. “I didn’t accept any of his advances, I always left him on read and never replied to his messages, and I don’t even talk to him at work so frankly, I don’t get why you’re whining about this.”

“Oh, so telling you how I feel is counted as whining now?” he sneered at you. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath as he walked away.

You quickly followed him into the living room. “Why the hell are you so bothered over some dude I don’t even give my time of day to?”

“It’s not him I’m bothered about,” he answered, keeping his eyes glued to the black screen of the television. “It’s you.”

“Me.” you reiterated. You added, “I’m bothering you for not reacting to the situation.” 

“You’re bothering me because nothing matters unless it matters to you!”

This is the first time Gladio’s ever raised his voice at you.

“You can be really selfish, you know that?” he pointed out. “You seem to forget that there are two of us in this relationship. Not one, two.”

You balled your hands into tight fists, “That is such bullshit.”

He scoffed once again, rolling his eyes at your refusal of the truth. “Of course it’s bullshit, because you don’t care how the people around you feel,” he spat out. “As long as you’re drifting on your cloud of casualty, you couldn’t give less of a shit about how anyone else feels!”

Your apparent stone cold heart immediately thawed upon hearing his words. Did your own boyfriend really think that badly of you? Is that seriously how you make him feel?

You looked down and closed your eyes in shame.

“Gladio…” your eyes moved up and rested on him.

“I get that it sucks to feel,” he stood up. “But if you hate feeling so much, then I shouldn’t be here,” he finished quietly, looking over at you.

Your softened heart quickly dissolved into nothingness. He waited in silence for a minute, maybe two, but no sound came out of you. As much as you wanted to move your lips and tell him how much he meant to you, your body was immobile. You were screaming his name in your head over and over again but vocalizing it was a different story.

He sighed in defeat, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling. Gladio knew that if this wouldn’t get through to you, nothing would.

“I have to go.”

He walked past you without hesitation. The creak of the front door snapped you out of your petrification, causing you to finally move before he closed the entrance completely.

“Gladio please, wait,” you squeaked as you turned around. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

He cocked a brow and stared at you. Were you… crying?

You released a silent sigh of relief as he leaned his beefy physique against the door frame. “You’re right,” you nodded. “I am selfish. I wasn’t–I wasn’t thinking about how it might affect you, and… and…”

Oh, now you were crying.

Watching the tears form by the corner of your eyes and stream down the sides of your face was a first for Gladio. He stood frozen for a split second, only rushing towards you after hearing a loud (and mucus-filled) sniffle. He enveloped you in an embrace, softly holding the back of your head with his mighty hand.

“I’m sorry for being such an ass!” you sobbed. “I’m sorry for being so insensitive! I’m sorry for c-crying!”

“Calm down, babe. Don’t be sorry.”

You shook your head, “I swear I’m not weak!”

He pulled away with his hands on your shoulders. He bent down to meet you at eye level, “I don’t think you’re weak. I never thought you were.”

He wiped your tears and pulled you back in. Your tear-stained face dampened his black tank top, but neither one of you could care right now.

“Contrary to your belief, crying doesn’t make you weak,” he reminded you. “I’ve had my fair share of tears, but I can still kick Noct, Prompto, and Iggy’s asses with one hand and a blindfold.”

You chuckled, “But not mine in Mario Kart, apparently.”

“Mmph… Ignis?” you groaned drowsily.

The bed’s shift in weight indicated that he was finally home. It also indicated that he missed date night… for the fourth time in a row.

He whispered, “Go back to sleep, my love,” but even the affection in his voice couldn’t stop your emotions from festering.

You nodded, trying to ignore the mixture of disappointment and sadness building in the pit of your stomach. You turned the other way and allowed him to spoon you from behind. As soon as his shoulders began to move in time with his breathing, you cautiously removed yourself from his grasps and slipped into the bathroom. 

The moment you turned the light on, the first thing you saw was your worn out reflection in the mirror: dark circles, pale skin, and misty eyes. 

If Ignis Scientia ever caught you crying, you would drop dead. 

Thankfully, he was deep asleep on the other side of the door.

You fell to your knees, tightly clasping your mouth shut as sobs began to vibrate the palm of your hands. Your pathetic facade at acting indifferent towards his recent shortcomings slowly came undone tear by tear. 

Suddenly, a half-asleep Iggy opened the bathroom door. Hand still rubbing his eyes, he initially failed to notice what you were doing.

“Is everything–”

Seeing your figure on the floor was enough to jolt him awake and into a panic. “Six!” he exclaimed as he quickly knelt down beside you. He grabbed a hold of you, checking every part of your body. “Are you alright? Are you in pain?”

You remained silent. Once he examined every inch of your exposed skin, his head moved up to see the horror of tears on your face. 

“Darling…” he murmured, slowly reaching for your cheek.

“No!” you swatted his hand away. You held up your fingers, “Four nights straight, Ignis. Four!”

He was dumbfounded at two things: one, you referred to him as Ignis rather than Iggy or one of your mushy nicknames, and two, seeing you cry. You barely teared up over any situation, and being the reason behind your current predicament broke his heart in half.

“I always swore I would harm the catalyst of your tears,” he remarked in a low voice. “But I never thought I’d be that person.”

His hand reached out to your face once more, warily this time in case you were to swat it away again. You flinched at the touch of his thumb caressing your cheek. His emerald green eyes shone apologetically, hiding behind groups of dirty blonde hair resting against his forehead. You leaned your head to the left, caressing your soft face on his coarse hands.

“I’m well aware that I’ve been… lax with my promises recently, and for that I apologize, my love.”

He moved closer and moved his other hand on your empty cheek.

“You are worth everything and more,” he reassured you, kissing your forehead and cradling your upper half. “Nothing and no one in this world will ever take me away from you.”

“I’m sorry, Iggy,” you sniffled.

He placed a gentle kiss on your lips then proceeded to get rid of the last reminders of your tears. “You’ve been staying awake for me the past four nights–you have nothing to apologize for.” 

“No, for… for crying,” you corrected him. “I know that I must look like such a wimp right now and honestly, I’m ashamed for letting you see this side of me.”

Well, Ignis could add that to the list of things he was dumbfounded at.

“As much as Noct and the others like to poke fun at me for being robotic,” he said. “I’ve never seen crying as a sign of fragility. If anything, it’s quite a bold act, don’t you think?”

You shook your head, “Not really. This was how I was raised, and… It stuck.”

“Your ability to be vulnerable and honest with your feelings signifies your humanity,” he explained. “It’s perfectly acceptable to cry, my dear. We all go through it, and it will never affect how I see you nor the never-ending extent of my feelings for you.”

“And what exactly are those feelings?” you asked with a playful grin.

“It all depends on the mood, kitten,” he answered with the same zest. “It’s always stemming from my heart, of course, but there are moments when it’s… bulging from the seams.”

You bit your lower lip, “Shall we go back to b–Iggy!”

A/N: why hello there friend :^) This takes place pre-roadtrip.

#4 “Are you serious?”

“Are you serious?” Ignis said as he slammed down his satchel. He gave Gladio an icy stare and said, “Are you really criticizing-”

“No!” Gladio interjected, “ You baby him too much, its affecting his training and he expects me to-.”

“His father has become ill, Gladio! He’s worried-”

“His Majesty won’t get any better if Princess just wallows in his self-pity, Igs. He’s gotta face the music and-”

“And what, exactly, Gladiolus, do you think Noctis is to do if and when his father is to perish? Do you listen to Noctis at all? Do you listen to his fears-?”

Gladio slammed his fist on the table, “His fears mean nothing when Niflheim is trying to-”

Ignis scoffed, “That’s where you’re wrong, Noct is only capable of doing-”

“You baby him! You limit him and coddle him like a child when he’s supposed to be a king in the making! you’ve done nothing but be his mother and you encourage his behavior and do nothing to help! You never do anything to help, you’re wrapped around his little finger, it sickens me.”

Gladio pushed away from the table and in turn the table skated over and bumped Ignis’ hip. 

Ignis stared at Gladio. Gladio could see something leave Ignis’ eye, like there was a switch flipped and he was gone. In a scarily, even tone, Ignis said, “So all those years, waking up at night to find Noctis deep in the throes of a night terror means nothing? All those years, consoling him about his fears of his father dying and leaving him? And him inheriting the crown at such an early age, living without his father? Or those times where he himself was ill from the effects of the Crystal, or us being being able to summon our weapons? All those years, standing by his side as a brother, are you serious-?”

“I get it-”

“No, you don’t,” Ignis said as he grabbed his silver thermos, “You, diminishing my role makes me wonder… what you actually think of me-.”

“That’s not it, Igs! You’re taking this too personally-”

“As I should! As my duty to the Crown!” 

“Then don’t bring us into this. We promised that we wouldn’t do this.”

Ignis shouldered on his satchel and took his car keys from the dish near the door.  “And yet here you are, attacking the very foundation of my life. Excuse me for being so heated, but I must be on my way. Find your own bloody ride.”

Ignis slammed the door closed and Gladio stood there. He paused in wonder; Ignis would never lose his cool like that. He would never be so irrational to jump to conclusions.

But then again, this was a frequent argument. Among the other arguments. It was always about Ignis working too hard, or being too uptight. It was always about Ignis being home so late or never coming home. Or Gladio being too harsh on Noctis. Or Gladio not having enough care and hurting Noctis.

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The final goblin fell and all five of the young huntersheaved a sigh of relief. You were the first to release your weapon into theblue light of the crystal once the coast was clear. “Finally,” you sighed butsmiled softly at a job well done.

“I’m starving to death,” Noctis groaned and clutched at hisstomach dramatically for emphasis. Leaning forward, he rested his foreheadagainst your shoulder so that his messy raven hair tickled at your collarbone.

Unconsciously, your breath hitched and your cheeks burned.Fumbling over your words, you mumbled something about the air in the cave beingthin before you slipped away from Noctis and beat feet back towards theentrance. You had only just managed to calm yourself enough that you were sureyour cheeks were no longer burning when someone called out to you. Turning, asmirking Prompto waved before snapping a picture of you.

Checking the picture on the screen, he nodded before tuckingthe camera away again for safe keeping. “You know, you could just tell him.”

Sighing, you shook your head. “I can’t, Prom. He’s my bestfriend. I don’t want to mess things up.”

“Doesn’t bat an eye at the idea of facing down a dropship fullof Nifs but panics at the idea of telling the truth,” Gladio chuckled as heappeared at the mouth of the cave.

You opened your mouth to respond when Noctis and Igniscaught up. Your jaw snapped together with enough force that your teeth clickedtogether and the words died on your tongue. Your cheeks flared up once again.Knowing you lacked the ability to say anything that mattered, you went onahead. You had pulled out your phone and were scrolling through pictures of youand Noct together through the years. The two of you had been as thick as thievessince you were small children, always at each other’s side. A heavy sigh leftyour lips as you headed for the Regalia.

A low chuckle made your skin crawl and jerked you from yourmemories. “How sad. Unrequited love is such a painful and…devastated emotion.”The violet haired man that leaned against the Regalia as if he owned it tippedhis hat, a smirk playing out over his lips. “Such a waste.”

Gasping, you stopped dead in tracks. “Chancellor,” youwhispered taking a step back. Though the chancellor of the Empire had beennothing but sickeningly sweet to your group since you met him on the pier inGalden Quey, something about his current aura had your skin prickling in chillbumps.

“Such a pretty thing,” Adryn kicked off from the Regalia andapproached you as if he were a large Courel closing in on its prey. “Wasted ona young king with no idea the treasure he has beneath his nose.” Though you hadbeen backing up slowly as Ardyn approached, he reached you easily with his longand even steps. He tipped your chin up with one finger so that you were forcedto look him in the eye. A sinister smile spread across his face, his eyesglinting dangerously in the evening sun. He had you and you knew nothing youtried would get you far enough away from him.

A sound similar to shattering glass filled the silent air amoment before a flash of white-blue light filled your vision. Ardyn easilydanced out of reach of Noctis’ weapons. “Stay away from her,” Noctis growledand took a defensive position in front of you. He sounded absolutely feral asher Armiger formed around him.

The others fell in line around the two of you as they caughtup without the ability to warp into combat. Shakily, you summoned your ownweapon with the strength of Noctis’ conviction to protect you. Ardyn inclinedhis head as if in a mock bow, “until we meet again, then, little bird.”

Noctis kept his weapon in a vise grip until the chancellorhad climbed back into his car and disappeared from site. Once he gone, Noctisrounded on you and allowed his weapons to vanish back into the crystal’s light.“Are you okay?” He stepped in close enough for you to smell his shampoo, his midnightblue eyes burning into you.

“I-I’m fine, Noct,” you breathed and turned your face towardsthe ground in hopes your hair might hide some of the color flooding yourcheeks. He was close enough that you worried he would be able to hear thefrantic beating of  your heart as itpounded against your ribs.

Rather than back up as you had expected him to, Noctis lacedhis arms around your middle and pulled your flush against him as he cradled youprotectively. “I know a treasure when I see one,” he sighed into your hair. Hisfingers tangled into your hair pulling just hard enough to separate youslightly.

Swallowing to clear your throat, you looked into his eyes inhopes of finding your answer. “You knew.” You couldn’t keep the surprise out ofyour voice. If he had known all this time, he sure as hell hadn’t made any effortthat you had been able to tell.

Although it wasn’t a question, Noctis still nodded. Thecrooked smile that pulled at his lips softened his face. “’Course I did. We’rebest friends.” He pressed a kiss carefully to your hairline before ducking hisface to catch your lips in his.

I honestly hadn’t thought about it but I am certainly not complaining! I twisted the prompt a little and it kind of went a bit wiggly oops…

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At some point inyour life, MCM Comic Con had become like a tradition. You and Promptowent every year, typically in matching Jfashion coords or in pairedcosplay.

You’d cosplayedKagamine Rin and Len, Rapunzel and Flynn Ryder, Ichigo and Rukia,Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, Mello and Near, and even as Kiki andLala.

This year,however, you’d opted for something a little different. You’dpicked out each other’s cosplay and set yourselves a challenge.You’d have to remain in character for the entirety of the con.

I usually delete requests that don’t follow my rules when I get them a lot because they give me a lot of stress, but since people have mostly been very respectful and you were so polite and requested correctly, I’m going to reply and use this as a friendly reminder 😋