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Supple Putin’s heading to your local donut shop for nuggies, Spark

Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

Their eyes meet in the hallway but they’re too busy to stop.

Hesediel is ushering Michael along, informing him of his next meeting, and Sariel is surrounded by a group all vying for her attention.

They have a moment, just one, and then they’re being pulled away from each other again.

It’s so brief but it consumes Sariel’s thoughts for the rest of the day. She turns that passing glance over and over again in her head, wondering if she is overthinking this.

For that one instant, it had felt like his guarded expression fell away. The look she thinks she saw is what she imagines she might see in the mirror, if she is ever so desperate to see what unrequited love looks like.

But she’s not so she can’t be sure if what she thinks she saw reflects reality, despite how much she longs for it.

She tries not to let it distract her from her work. She tries to put it out of her mind. She tries to convince herself that it was nothing.

When she falls asleep that night, she dreams of what could be if she wasn’t so afraid of not being caught.

When she wakes the next morning, she swallows the bitter taste in her mouth because she knows what could be will never be.

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.

OOOH interesting 

- idk if this is “unpopular” but..... Ashe/Batty is really great and amazing and i wish there was more content for this???? Knife Wives

- Ashe/Gregor makes me incredibly uncomfortable, mostly because I headcanon Gregor being like 16/17 and Ashe is canonically in her 20s... I can only see her as a Big Sister to him and I just can’t fathom them being a Romantic Thing  

- I have absolutely no problems with this ship, and I think its really healthy and good and supportive, but.... I just don’t really like Ashe/Markus? Like i don’t mind content for it and I’d GLADLY make content for it, but I just kind of see them more as friends than romantic partners??? Which is weird because theres nothing wrong with it but???? idk this isnt a rarepair but i figured it was worth sharing

- Honestly??? Now that Im writing this post, I’m realizing that the only dude that I feel comfortable shipping Ashe with is Thog???? That’s really weird. That is really really weird 

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