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“Gladio. What’s up?” The king asked, hopping off his throne to see what the other wanted.

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“Gladio. What’s up?” The king asked, hopping off his throne to see what the other wanted.

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Prompt: Aranea is a barista at Gladiolus’s favoritecoffee shop.
“Hey, handsome. Fancy meeting you here.”
The smile she had on her face could bedescribed as polite only – but the mischievous twinkle in her eyes added adifferent meaning to it; it was her favorite joke, really. Gladiolus(alternatively: Gladio, Gladdy, Gla-daddy-o when she was feeling particularlywicked) always dropped by before heading to work and she worked most morningshifts just around the corner of the gym where he taught an impressive range ofclasses.
Not that she was a student there – she onlyworked out by herself, but a lot of students (mostly of the female variety)came to the coffee shop after their classes for refreshers and iced coffees andspoke highly of their bulky, manly and tattooed instructor. And Aranea waspretty sure only one person fit that description.
“Yeah, I keep coming back because I like theservice.”
The pale-haired barista chuckled, quicklyworking on the register; she knew his favorite combinations by heart now;sometimes he’d ask for a surprise so Aranea got to pick the flavor – and you’dthink a big, strong guy liked that would steer away from disgustingly sweet,cream filled frappuccinos, but Gladiolus secretly loved them. After all, theman did enough to burn all these calories and then some. She added moresyrup than necessary and gave him some extra biscuits when he ordered blackcoffee; good thing the manager wasn’t usually around when she was on her shift.
“I thought you liked the clever names on thecup,” she replied, finishing the order and handing him the receipt; thistime it was a double espresso and she added a brownie (fresh from the oven,really yummy – she tried it herself). He smiled at her while pocketing thereceipt and adding a generous tip to the tip jar – all the more reason for thegirls working there loving it when Gladiolus showed up.
“I like these too. My sister feels she mighthave a worthy opponent in you,” that earned him a second smirk from Aranea, whomoved to actually prepare the drink. She had her back to the gym instructor,but even she noise of the kitchen didn’t prevent her from listening to his nextquestion, “So you think I need a double espresso today? Do I look that tired?”
“Not at all. You’ll just need the energy for a longday,” she explained while the coffee was finished, placing the lid on the cupand then adding the brownie, pushing the small tray towards him over thecounter with a smirk, “I’m taking you up on that night out offer. I get out atsix. You know where to pick me up.”
⟳ f r o m h e r e // @kxngsshield
❛ mhmmm . . . ❜ he taps the edge of his chin thoughtfully, tongue clucking and wondering at the barest surface if he should dare to chase the mouth that skirted his own. even standing on his tiptoes, gladio was beyond a full head taller than him and he only need to stand up straight to escape a wriggling gunslinger.
a soft laugh overtakes his tone, coloring each word playfully or what might be playful in his mind ( truth, he probably just sounds like a dork ) ❛ i think i’m still super concerned. i mean, you’re so far up there and i’m down here and i’m -- ❜ prompto sucks on his teeth, ❛ -- not sure i’m going to be able to cope without just a bit more reassurance, you know ? ❜
full teeth show in a cheeky smile, grin stretched ear to ear. he’s lucky that gladio even bothers to indulge him, entertain the foolish reverie that he steals between calmer moment. prompto gives a tug at the hand clasping his own, moving to nuzzle his face beneath a scruffy jawline. ❛ whaddya say, big guy ? ❜
it’s instinct before it’s anything else. the frantic hammer of a heartbeat still thundering in his chest ( -- ALIVE, SO RIDICULOUSLY ALIVE ) fails to dim sensory logic. arms wrap around the broad expanse of a bulwark’s shoulder, a hug, desperate and cloying with a hint of vague appreciation for cutting a mindflayer in half before it whittled away the remainder of a certain gunslingers life. but oh, how he aches between panting breath and sagging legs, muscle twitching with soreness already and he musters out just a touch of laughter between heaves.
❛ thanks, big guy ❜ prompto murmurs, dazed and delirious with an absurd amount of glee that his body needn’t be dragged off the field of combat. his finger hitch into a thick neck and perhaps it’s the adrenaline pulsing through his veins but this idea ? it seems like a good one. and before he can second guess himself ( and he will, much later on ) , the blond dares to skirt his mouth along the edges of the taller’s, peppering a chaste affection to scarred tiers.
he sighs against a stalwart jaw, still holding tight, ❛ — i owe ya. ❜ // @kxngsshield ( for a smooch ! )
❛ d u d e ! could you at least t r y to act like you aren’t trying to lose me in this cave ? ❜ with scrambling limbs, it doesn’t take him very long to catch up to the behemoth sized guardian. little puffs of breath fill the chill, damp air and he’s still wondering why gladio bothered to partner up with him for this round of spelunking in dangerous places ( not prompto’s favorite pastimes ) . he keeps his voice low, a childish whine pitching to his timbre just in favor of keeping up appearances , ❛ do you even have any idea of where we’re going ? i mean you keep walking forward but i’m starting to get the impression that we’re lost and i’m pretty sure iggy told us to not do exactly that. -- man, i totally don’t want to be monster food. ❜ // @kxngsshield

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“I’ll say it again, it was an accident. The cup slipped out of my hands and hit the floor. Sorry to miss out on the whole ultimate flavor experience.” Aranea crossed her arms and pouted.
kxngsshield replied to your post: {GAH! I ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED CUP NOODLES ON THE...
BUT THE ULTIMATE FLAVOR EXPERIENCEEE -CUP NOODLE ANGUISH- (Are you okay though? Being burnt by scalding broth is really painful ;u; )
{I’m fine because all of it fell onto a dirty floor.... just mourning the lose of my last pack.... ;w; my feelings are so hurt because I am super hungry from work and had been craving noodles all day ;w;}