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“There’s a place to camp just down by the river,” Noctis pointed out, leaning forwards a little from where he sat in the back seat to better allow Ignis to hear him. It would be a while before they came across any motels or hotels, which Noctis preferred to stay in, but at least near a river he’d be able to hopefully get some fishing time in. It’d been a while since he’d taken the time out of the day to do so, for lately the group was constantly on the go with new quests to carry out. After Ravatogh, at least taking a day to recover would be nice.

The young selkie grumbled and ducked away from his Shield’s hand. “Quit it.” He complained. There was a blush on his cheeks as he recalled his first few times in human form. He had been excited and hadn’t known it wasn’t acceptable to run around with out clothes on. Well, aside from the vest he wore to cover his scar.

Comes Gladiolus' low breath as he whispers in the tactician's ear. He currently had him pinned to the wall, Ignis' chest against it, Gladio buried deep within him from behind.

"You've been so stressed today... Let it out, Babe."

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This was when he wished he could see more than the vague future. Luna was almost to her final battle where they would lose her forever. They were holding off the daemons so she could defeat Ardyn without interruption. But for all of his ability Noctis hadn’t foreseen what happened to his Shield.

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He rips his sword from the sparking MTs chest cavity, just before the command comes.

For all their ragging on each other, it’s not very common for Gladio to genuinely tell Noct what to do. And that has him obeying automatically, moving with the momentum of Gladio’s push. He hears an axe strike Gladio’s shield with a reverberating clang a second later.

Gladiolus had always been quick to come to Noctis’ defense, whether it was to protect him from physical blows or from words meant to get under his skin and go straight for the heart. He couldn’t imagine someone else being a better, more reliable and honorable shield than Gladio. He still remembered the day he got the scar across his face, when he was protecting him from a drunken man with a knife trying to cut him.

But words were only words, and he would be setting a bad example if he were to allow his shield to go around decking everyone who dared to question Noctis’ title as king. His hands remained pressed against the taller male’s chest. At least he was listening to him by remaining in place, despite his words making it clear that he wanted nothing more than to push him aside and deal with the people opposing him.