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Summary

Chapter 1: A Normal Night Out

Chapter 2: Addilyn’s Big News

Chapter 3: The Night After

Chapter 4: Sneaking In

Chapter 5: The Truth Comes Out

Chapter 6: The Phone Call

Chapter 7: The Dynamic Shifts

Chapter 8: More News

Chapter 9: Wake Up Call

Chapter 10: A Fight Too Big

Chapter 11: Tension in The Group

Chapter 12: Apologies Round 1

Chapter 13: Unintentional Run-ins

Chapter 14: Silent Treatment

Chapter 15: Enough is Enough

Chapter 16: Back To Friends

Chapter 17: Still Not Satisfied

Chapter 18: A Long Time Coming

I l o v e t h i s Thank you for requesting!

♡ 71. “I’m not ticklish.” ♡

The First Drabble Game

“I’m not ticklish.” Is the first thing you think to quickly blurt out when Prompto begins to stalk towards you, leaving you to cower, defenseless, on the sofa. 

“You know…” He murmurs in an almost innocent tone, now standing right above you with a surprisingly sweet smile on his face despite what he’s about to do, “I don’t think that’s true.” And with that he pounces, hands running up and down your sides as you squirm beneath him.

“S—stop!” You splutter amongst breathless laughter. 

“Ask me nicely,” He teases, “Big it all up a little, you know?” And through all the sharp sensations currently running through your body, you still manage to scowl up at him. 

Stubbornly curling your lip and biting back laughter doesn’t seem to do any for you, because now Prompto is upping the stakes, increasing his speed until all resolve crumbles and embarrassing giggles peel from your mouth and fill the apartment. “Fine! F–fine—Oh glorious, godly, P–Prompto Argentum,” The words are stuttered, weighed down by the—now slowing, thankfully—movements of Prompto. “Please, please, please, please, please stop tickling me and I will love you forever.”

“What else do I get out of it?” 

“What else? I don’t know Prompto please! I’ll do anything—” It’s with that, that Prompto lets go, beaming down at you as you hasten to catch your breath.

“I want a kiss, then!” Excitement twinkles within his gaze, clear euphoria dotted all over his face as if he’s thrilled with his request.

“Hm?” You raise an eyebrow. “That’s all?” Prompto responds with an enthusiastic nod before moving to sit up properly and eagerly await his ‘hard earned reward’. Feeling genuinely endeared at the boy’s mannerisms, you too sit up before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, pulling away after a slow second and giggling at the way Prompto seems to chase you. 

“Hey! That wasn’t enough—Y/N! I want another...”

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68. “Are you… hiding?”

Attending formal events isn’t exactly your thing; the endless hours of standing in a stuffy room, making small talk with strangers despite having nothing in common at all, being expected to wear largely uncomfortable clothes in order to appear presentable. 

So therefore, the fact that you’re here now, in a stuffy room, making small talk with strangers you have absolutely nothing in common with, while wearing uncomfortable clothes, is definitely having a bit of a negative influence on your mood. It’s all just too overwhelming; too much to deal with. In all honesty, had you not been obligated to stay here by your parents, you would have made a hasty departure thirty minutes into the party. That being said, it’s not like they decided you were not allowed to slip off and be alone for a few minutes, did they?

Excusing yourself from your current meaningless conversation with a charming smile and terrifically polite apologies, you make your way towards a largely desolate portion of the room and stand close to the windows. Praying that no one will approach, you take a moment to breathe and recollect yourself; next time, you’re definitely going to dig your heels in a bit more when it comes to attending events such as these ones. Who cares if the Lucian king is also attending; it’s not like you’re going to end up speaking to him or anything. 

It’s then that you see one of your parents making their way towards you, a disapproving expression adorning their features and making fear rise within. Thankfully, they get pulled into a conversation and you take that time to slip behind the floor length curtains that cover the windows in the luxurious room. A sigh of relief falls from your lips as you begin to feel as if you’ve gotten away with it. That is, until someone else pulls back the curtain and steps into the low light. 

“Please don’t tell my parents I’m here—” You blurt out the moment they turn to face you, a cool yet mildly confused expression on their face. Almost immediately, you realise that this is Cor Leonis—or, rather, Cor the Immortal. 

“Who are you, and why are you back here?” He asks, ignoring your initial pleas. 

Sheepishly, you open your mouth to respond. “Y/N. And I’m sort of avoiding everyone out there?”

“Are you… hiding?”

“Basically, yes.” At the unamused expression on the man’s face, you feel heat creeping up your neck and warming your cheeks as embarrassment washes over you. “I just, really really hate things like this? But I’m not allowed to leave because my parents expect me to stay here and it’s just so boring.” You aren’t quite sure why you seem to ramble all of this explanation to Cor, but by the way his eyes seem to soften, it appears to have been the right choice. 

“I guess, maybe, since I’m only stationed here as a guard for tonight and I’m not the only one, you could spend time with me?” He seems unsure even as he says it, as if having you come along and just stand with him while he makes sure the king comes to no harm will have a detrimental effect on his performance. “If that’s a better alternative to whatever else you would be doing.”

Eager to accept his offer and not have to be affronted with the tiresome details of this event, you respond rather quickly. “I’d actually love that—if it’s okay.”

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♡  27. “Why don’t we just talk about it in the morning?” ♡

When you had mentioned the possibility of a trip to Altissia with a few of your close friends from high school, you hadn’t realised that he’d be so against the idea. “Y/N, I’m sorry but I honestly don’t think you should be going over there—it’s too dangerous.” 

“But—”

“It’s really dangerous outside of the city, and you’ve never even been outside Insomnia before.” There’s a stern lilt to his tone, his gaze raining down on you as if he can’t believe you’re considering putting yourself in such a ‘dangerous position’.

Sudden frustration seizes your heart and you step forward, staring up at him and ignoring the pang of mild embarrassment that rises up at the reminder of your considerable height difference. “So what? You don’t think I’d be able to handle it? You know I can take care of myself.” 

It’s fair to say that Gladiolus doesn’t cave in anytime soon, and a fierce back and forth ensues, both your frustrations growing until he literally turns around and walks out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The quick, harsh sound almost seems to snap you out of your thunderous mood and bring you back to your senses. This allows the realisation of Gladiolus genuinely walking out of the room to wash over you, along with the guilt to come rushing in; he was probably just worried about you getting into something really dangerous—you’d heard the horror stories about the daemons that would come out at night, and are well aware about the dangers of travelling for the first time with a group of relatively inexperienced people.

Naturally, you set out to find him. Regardless of the idea that Gladio would perhaps want time to cool down after such a heated exchange, you come to believe that leaving it would make things worse—you don’t want to go to bed feeling upset with him and vice versa. 

It doesn’t take long for you to find him sitting on a bench outside you apartment building. His arms are crossed, his shoulders tense; and yet, his expression doesn’t seem to mirror that of an anger-swept man that’s about to go on a vicious rampage of outrage and fury. It’s softer, as if he’s already had time to reflect on everything. You take a seat beside him.

“Gladio…” You pause to take a breath. “I’m sorry for not listening to what you were saying, I was just excited and—” He cuts you off.

“No. I should be the one that’s sorry. The moment I walked out I regretted everything I said but I just—I don’t want you to go out there and get hurt, Y/N..” 

“I don’t want that to happen either. I think you were right, I shouldn’t go; it would be way too dangerous out there especially with my friends.” You laugh at the thought of them trying to hold their own in a fight. 

At this, he turns to face you properly. “But you shouldn’t miss out on something like this, I know how much those people mean to you.” A pause. “Why don’t we just talk about it in the morning?” 

“I guess that does seem quite appealing,” He smiles softly as you yawn, the stress and heightened emotions of this evening finally taking their toll on your energy levels. “Hey, maybe you could come to Altissia!” 

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♡  62. “Can I drive for a little bit?” ♡

The First Drabble Game

The day has crawled into night, darkness creeping along the sky and luring the clouds into perpetual twilight. Ignis is in the driver’s seat beside you, occasionally staring upwards through the window and eliciting the smallest and softest of sighs. Gladiolus, Prompto and Noctis sit in the back, the eldest reading a book despite the dying light, with the younger two sleepily leaning against each other. 

“Can I drive for a little bit?” You murmur softly so as not to wake the sleeping pair up. “I know you don’t like driving at night…”

The light smile that Ignis sends your way is wholeheartedly breathtaking as he takes your offer into consideration. “Would you mind? I would very much appreciate it.”

“Of course,” You grin at him, and despite the low light in the vehicle you can see the glint of appreciation in his gaze before he turns away and allows the car to glide to a stop. Quickly you switch seats, sliding onto the comfortable leather and settling down as comfort washes over you. 

“Thank you, Y/N.”

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♡  1. “I hate you.” ♡

The First Drabble Game

Your eyes are downcast, dark, mottled smudges of purple pressed along your under-eye. The low, smooth chuckle that melts from Ardyn’s mouth elicits a shudder from you, anger simmering within your veins and rendering you practically immobile as pure hatred swims through your surging thoughts. 

“I hate you.” The words are spat from between your teeth, voice hoarse and heavy with emotion. Your mind constantly flits back to Noctis—is he okay? Is he breathing right now? Despite your own clear dangerous position; Ardyn’s got you bound to a chair, thick rope cutting into the flesh of your arms and creating incredible discomfort. 

You’re pulled from the complex bundle of emotions within your head when Ardyn makes a noise of amusement. “Oh, Y/N, don’t you think I know that already?” 

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♡ 07. “I hate this game,”♡

The First Drabble Game 

When Noctis had claimed that he was the best at playing some obscure video game, and that you’d never be better than him, probably. Therefore, naturally, you just had to prove the boy wrong.

And that is what brings us here, at three in the morning with you staring up at the television screen as yet another difficult level plagues your thoughts as well as making you strain your eyes in the low light. You’d told Ignis hours prior to this moment just to go to sleep, and that you’d join him in a little bit. So much for that; you refused to go to bed now, determined to complete this one teeny tiny ‘maneuver’ that probably would let you get to bed sooner. 

“You’re really still playing that?” The soft sound of Ignis’ voice dances through the room, startling you an eliciting a small noise of shock. 

With a groan you open your mouth to speak. “I hate this game,” 

He chuckles. “Then why exactly are you still playing it? Y/N, it’s time to go to bed.”

“But—” You make a noise of protest as he moves to stand next to your seated form. 

“It will be there when you wake up, no?” A pause. “Aren’t you tired?”