#(i didn't hear it when he played Prompto at first but now i could only hear it)

[van-yangyin]

15 OC Questions!

I was tagged by @bl-sims-anime, thank you so much for tagging me, your sims and stories are so awesome and I'm looking forward to reading and learning more about them. 💖 Among so many sims that @lea-heartscxiv and I have created, this time I'll choose Ryuuya Kitta from our "save" IcarRyu, since last time I chose one of our sims from our "save" JAKK. (Although it doesn't really go for separate saves since they coexist in the same savefile, but it's to understand me better).

My name is 吉田竜矢（きった・りゅうや）/Ryuuya Kitta, nice to meet you.

Are you named after anyone? A long time ago my mom got pregnant of me, she was the one who chose my name. According to my dad she said something like: Ryuu, honey. I've always told you how much I love your name and the way it sounds, haven't I? How about Ryuuya? Our little Ryuuya, with the kanji for dragon (竜) and the kanji for arrow (矢). I'm sure he'll be very strong and fast. My mom was right about me being fast but as for strength I don't think I'm that strong, my best friend Icaro is more stronger.

When was the last time you cried? When Icaro and I saw a movie, a cat died because a murderer killed it and I don't like it when people kill animals, so I got sad and cried, even though I only do it in front of people I know!

Do you have any kids? No, I'm still too young (I'm only 17 yo) to have them but I would love to run away soon with Icaro from my fathers and start our own family, as I feel overwhelmed that they are always so clingy to me, they could be called helicopter parents. Hear me out, I love my fathers they're wonderful, but sometimes are so annoying that they overwhelm me.

Do you use sarcasm? No, I try to imitate people in order to appear more "normal", but sarcasm is something I have a hard time understanding, I don't know if it's because I'm autistic or just because it's something I'll never understand without any deeper explanation.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their voices, I have a hard time remembering people's faces, but for me the voice is something easy to recognize.

What’s your eye color? Brown, a rather vulgar color from my point of view.

Scary movies or happy endings? I love scary movies, happy endings don't exist, only the movie ends, if you think about how their lives continue after that happy ending, it can end up being the opposite because only the movie ends, not their lives. I think sometimes maybe I'm too pessimistic.

Any special talents? Special talents? Talent? Playing the piano, I learned it in school. For now it's the only one I know.

9. Where were you born? I was born in Komorebi, but now I live at Evergreen Harvor on an apartment (Obviously with my fathers because I don't have a lot of money but I live at apartment next to Icaro, so I guess it's not too bad)

10. What are your hobbies? I really love music, nowadays I love astronomy too, thanks to Icaro who tells me about it every day because he loves astronomy since was little. Oh, of course I love legends and mythology too and also love fashion, I would like to wear at different styles and get different hairstyles, but I'm not very good at it, my mom was but she's now taking care of me from the stars, and my fathers are very traditional when it comes to clothes and hairstyles, so if they saw me wearing something didn't like, they would be upset. Another reason why I wish I could already have my own life. Oh, I almost forget it I also love to make cosplay as my favorite characters or of people who make awesome costumes or who for me are really an inspiration, like Sora my schoolmate or Prompto, the friend of prince Noctis from the continent of Eos that I had the chance to see him once, he takes wonderfuls photos.

11. Have any pets? No, in the apartments we have we aren't allowed to have pets, but I'll really love to have cats, a lot of cats, because I really love cats, tho Icaro is like a dog, so I think maybe I have a human dog pet.

12. What sports do you play/have played? Baseball, I'm really good at it, but my fathers put so much pressure on me that over the years more than having fun it overwhelms me, so at the end I ended up quitting. I've also tried surfing and skateboarding thanks to Icaro, but it seems that I'm better at running than holding myself on a board, although that doesn't mean I won't try it again, because I would really like to have a personalized surfboard or skateboard with many cats as graffiti, yes, probably more because you can customize the accessories, but I'll always have Icaro to hold me if I'm going to fall, which sounds pretty nice. Although I must clarify something, games where the ball is the main focus such as soccer or basketball among others, I'm not good at all. Running and using the ball are not my strongest suit. In the case of baseball it's different, because I can analyze where the ball will go and hit it with the bat or throw it with spin so that the opposing player can't hit it, that's why I liked it so much.

13. How tall are you? The last time I measured my height I was 1.67cm/5' 6".

14. Favorite subject in school? Music, I love to play piano at school.

15. Dream Job? I would love to be able to work on something awesome, but I'm an ordinary person so I would just like to be able to live day to day. Icaro's cousin Marena would like me to be her model in the future, because she wants to be a designer and likes to see how I try on the clothes she makes, but I'm not so sure, I don't think I have the personality of a model.

~⭐️~

I'm always too shy to write to people, so I'm quietly going to tag the following people, although feel free not to do so if you don't want to, or not to do so if you have already been tagged and have already done so, I really love to know more about one of your sims: @lea-heartscxiv, @simsfurr, @mocham-sims, @iowaisms/@freedomending (You can do it about any of your system members if you want, if it doesn't make you uncomfortable of course, if it's rude then please ignore my tag 🙇💦), @falsogod, @raccoonium, @void-imp, @saruin, @pralinesims, @fuku0330, @nonocanflog, @atelier-saramaro, @plantsasasim, @simmireen, @xxxtaiyaki, @sunseekersims, @simandy, @crazy-lazy-elder-sims, @bnt0, @kyou-sims4, @lu-simblr, @stargazer-sims

翻訳：私は次の人々をタグ付けするつもりです、みなさんがしたくない場合はそうしないか、すでにタグ付けされている場合はそうしないように自由に感じるが、私は本当にみなさんのシムのいずれかについての詳細を知ることが大好きです🙇💕また、ここに書かれている質問についてわからないけど聞いてみたいという方も気軽に聞いてみてください💖

[icharchivist]

If I can recommend something in return, Final Fantasy XV is a really fun rpg, if you're into those kind of games anyway lol. The four main characters are really likeable and it's pretty easy to get into, although the plot itself is kind of scattered everywhere over a movie, a series, multiple dlc's etc. Other than that, it's a banger with cute birds in it, maybe you'd like it too :)

wAIT WERE YOU S SERIOUS

I was about to answer with a joke because i thought you knew but i

sweetie.

(i was talking about replaying it just a few days ago it's so funny i genuinely thought you knew and you were joking knowing i was talking about it recently dLKFJDLF)

But hey at least, i can reassure you on that, you ARE correct that i would like it, i would in fact like it really much. Though trying to get me into it with "there's cute birds :)" while trying to hide the soulcrushing emotional grief this game puts one through is truly outstanding.

And yeah other than that i've been a ff7 fan for a very long time, have played the 1997 game and the prequel so many time, though i've never finished my playthrough of the remake. (and i watched playthrough of DOC and ofc watched the rest)

as FF goes i'm a bit unevent as in, i own a lot of them, i started a lot of them, but i didn't get too far in them all for various reasons DDLKFJDLKF

so, in a way, you ARE correct this would totally be my type of things! so hourray? ;D

Take care!

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

I don't know if you're open to request but..Can I please request a Lunyx Fluffy story? If you know Hamilton's helpless, the vibe of it is something like that. Where Luna get teased by Gentiana, Ravus, The reader from of an Oracle and a Muse(which I love it btw) due to the fact she seems really happy and act a bit different when she's around Nyx. Thank you and I hope I didn't bother you with it.

As a both a Hamilton and FFXV I shall do my best to handle this with care! This is kinda an AU where everyone lives and the city was never destroyed.

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“Look at her.”

“I am.”

“No like look at your sister.” You argued with Ravus. While he and your beloved were often at each other’s throats, the two decide to be decent to each other throughout all of these parties leading up to your wedding in a month. 

Ravus looked up from whatever he was doing at the moment to look at his sister over the balcony on the side of the room where she was supposed to be assisting with the set up of tonight’s party but was fawning over something other.

“This wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t assign that man to her.” He replied turning back to the papers in hand.

“Ravus, if I didn’t she’d be so sad. I can’t stand to see her so sad, like a puppy.” You stated. “You weren’t there when everything went down, they were made for each other.”

“I assume that that was your meddling once we return you all to Insomnia.” 

You thought back to that party, it was more of a “We didn’t die, and the Empire is no more” type of a party, but you couldn’t take it. All the longing glances of the two. Nyx was trying to be so cool and collected, and poor Lunafreya turned the most beautiful shade of red anytime he was near and would stumble over all her words.

Lunafreya had confessed in you later that night when you suddenly left her side and pointedly made your way to Nyx she was so nervous, unsure of what your next move was going to be. When you had taken the man’s arm and then moved him to the dance floor she was even more worried, but that was short-lived when she suddenly felt someone take her arm.

“Y/N is good at this.” One of your friends, Amor had giggled upon taken the Oracles arm. All of your friends had immediately taken to Lunafreya, providing her with the friendships she often had to forego. 

“Where are we going?”

Amor gave a giggle, “We’re about to change your life.”

Both Lunafreya could respond, she found herself suddenly before yourself and the man. She felt herself go into a cold sweat, as she stared at the tall man before her, looking so different outside his standard uniform. This one was a little more dressed up and hung to him tightly and rather nicely, it was tailored to every inch of his body.

“I’m sure you know of the Oracle Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.” You smiled, your cat little grin never leaving your face, as you stared directly into Lunafreya’s eyes, certain that you were more staring into her soul than anything else. “My sister.”

“Sister?” Nyx inquired.

Lunafreya felt like she was suddenly restarted, “Thank you for your service.”

Nyx bowed softly a smile that reached his eyes as he rose, “It may have taken a war for us to meet, but it was worth it.”

Lunafreya felt her mouth go dry, only to hear a rush of music. 

“I’m sure that my sister would love a dance.” You replied moving beside Lunafreya as you nudged her with your hip into Nyx.

“It would be an honor.” Nyx smiled leading the Oracle to the dance floor unaware of the audience that was now watching them.

“What are you up to?” Ravus inquired.

“Nothing.”

“It would seem that you’re attempting to play cupid.”

You gave a coyish giggle looking to the man, “I have no idea what you could be on about High Commander.”

“Will you vouch for this man?” Ravus asked.

You looked to the dance floor, the way the two looked at each other was the same look that you and Noctis had given each other in each picture that Prompto had taken of the two of you dancing.

“Yes.” You replied without hesitation. “Is that all right with you?”

Ravus looked towards the two on the floor, “I would have to believe you, you have taken care of our sister.”

“Our sister?”

Ravus gave a rare smile, “It would appear that I have two younger sisters.”

After that, anytime Lunafreya was within the Citadel or you went to visit her, you were absolutely certain that Nyx was on staff and always assigned him to Oracle. You watched the relationship bloom rather beautifully, you only had to meddle as Ravus called it, only a handful of times, but other than that it seemed to be a storybook romance.

That’s why you had Noctis reassign Nyx to work in Tarabene at the Lucian Embassy and work closer to the Oracle, the guy always seemed to give his everything to Lunafreya, and if you a commoner could marry a prince why wouldn’t a guard marry a princess, of sorts.

You loved seeing Lunafreya so happy, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the next wedding would be their’s.”

“Excuse me!” Ravus called, rather loudly.

“There you are.”

Both yourself and Ravus turned to Noctis flanked by Ignis, you immediately stepped over pressing a kiss to your future husband’s cheek.

“Done with your meetings, Sweetie?” You asked taking his hand.

“Yeah, we’re going to go get something to eat,” Noctis replied, his eyes to Ravus, even though Noctis knew you could take of yourself, he still found it slightly comforting to have someone with you, even if that someone was Ravus.

“Would you care to join us, High Commander?” Ignis offered on behalf of Noctis.

“As inviting as that sounds, I have other manners to see to.” Ravus stated, “I am certain that Lunafreya wouldn’t mind taking my seat.”

As you all moved to gather Lunafreya and Nyx below you were surprised to find Ravus approach Nyx, the man used his intimating height and that dual-colored glare to the man before him.

“Ravus?” Lunafreya inquired clearly confused at her brother’s behavior so suddenly.

“Be true,” Ravus stated, and without another word, that man whisked himself away to handle whatever business he needed to handle.

Leaving the room silent before you began to giggle, which quickly turned into loud laughter as you doubled over trying to get the tears to stop. Yet each time you tried to explain your laughter it just would cause you to laugh harder.

When it came to love like this, you had first-hand experience at how helpless it was to fight it.

[cobb--vanth]

AU Chocobros × Fair!Reader

☆Reader related to Zack Fair.

☆Au in which Midgar is relevant

꒰Converse High꒱

Y/N let out a long exasperated sigh as she clenched the handle of her dark brown school bag. Walking through the campus grounds for the very first time, she looked around the scenery hoping it would ease her unsettling nerves. The school was absolutely huge, looking more like a castle with a breath-taking garden than school-grounds and the outside walkways were beautiful, so the long haired ravenette decided to make her way down the path to sit on a stoned bench that was positioned under a fully bloomed tree. The cluster of students that passed by murmured and gossiped about something seemingly exciting and it wasn't until a school of girls around her age, all crowded against each other, walked closely past her, the girl not failing to hear the extreme loud gushing.

"I can't believe the Prince is attending this school!"

"Should we go talk to him?"

"Oh gosh no! That would be embarrassing."

Y/N glanced around the courtyard, watching as everyone chatted away happily, mentally groaning she let out a defeated sigh, the thought of walking up to any group making her suddenly feel uneasy.

"How hard is it to say Hi! I'm Y/N Fair, it's really nice to meet you all— no that's so lame." Y/N grumbled under her breath, playing scenarios in her head on how to work up the nerve to walk up to anyone. "If there truly is a Prince, I'd most likely make a fool out of myself." Absorbed in her inner turmoil, she failed to noticed a figure taking a seat beside her, the person held a light gray camera, his slender fingers clicking away at the buttons as images slide past the screen. It wasn't until the seated figure gave out an aggravated sigh that Y/N noticed said person. Turnining her head to look to the side, she saw a blonde freckled male with short hair, wearing a black blazer with gray trousers and a green tie sat over his white button up collar shirt. His sleeves of both his blazer and shirt were rolled up exposing his forearms, on his right wrist sat a white sweatband with a single green strip going around it. His face held and expression that can be read as agitation. His golden brows furrowed together as his lips formed into a unknowingly cute pout. Y/N held in a chuckle as her sky-blue irises glanced towards his small device. A small black fluffy dog in the midst of scratching its head was shown on the small screen.

"That's a very nice picture." Y/N stated out loud. The blonde male tilted his head to the side as he grinned sheepishly, his face tainting in a bright red color. "You think so? I couldn't get him to sit still." He mumbled, his sheepish grin quickly turning into the pouty face he previously showed.

Y/N gave out a small laugh and asked to see more photos, in which the male happily obliged. The female stayed quiet as she looked through his camera, pictures of beautiful scenery, animals, food that looked mouth-watering, and a handful of selfies of the blonde male with a short haired ravenette next to him. A handful of photos had come out blurry, some too faded to make out the contents of said photo. Y/N hummed out a giggle, carefully handing the boy back his camera. "You seem to have a good eye for this sort of thing." Y/N grinned as the boy reddened even more due to the compliment. He shyly thanked her but before he decided to put his device away, he looked back to the girl and extended his hand out.

"I'm Prompto Argentum, it's nice to meet you." But before the ravenette could reply back, the freckled boy now known as Prompto stood up, camera at hand and asked Y/N for a picture. The girl sat on the bench, baffled by the boy. Her flushed face stared at the nervous boy before giving a small nod. Pushing her hair away from her face, she sat straight, and placing both hands on her lap, she gave out a warm smile as a pose, Prompto shuffled quickly and took a couple from different angles, once he was done he sat back down, this time scooting a bit closer the girl in order to show her the pictures she just took.

Seeing the smiling image on his device, Y/N grinned at him. "Didn't I say you had an eye for this?" She joked making him chuckle. The two talked until the signal of the first bell rang, prompting them to walk their separate ways to class.

Making her way out of the school grounds, Y/N was stopped by a voice calling out to her. Spinning on her spot, she caught site of the cheerful blonde she had befriended earlier in the day running up to catch up to her, this time around he was dragging another student with him. The new stranger sported untidy, short raven hair, a uniform that matched what Prompto was wearing, but with a blue tie instead. When the two stood in front of the girl, Y/N smiled at the stranger who had been introduced only as Noctis.

"This is my bestfriend, Noctis. Noct this is the new girl I mentioned."

Deciding to be cheeky, Y/N threw Prompto a sly look.

"Argentum, you've been talking about me?~" She cooed jokingly, causing the freckled boy to get defensive, stuttering and shaking his head vigorously, causing Noctis to laugh at his friends dispense.

"Noct and I are heading to the Arcade, wanna join us?" Prompto asked, shrugging off his embarrassment. Y/N pondered for a bit before the pair of boys grabbed her from each shoulder, and so the three all walked towards the arcade in ceaseless laughter.

[moonraccoon-exe]

No one can tell me that GladNis isn't canon coz Gladio was ready to slap Noct around for getting Iggy hurt. Like, Gladio's dad died, along with Regis. His home's been taken over by enemy forces! He didn't seem bothered much at the time. I mean, his outward appearance didn't look to be shaken, ya know? But when Iggy loses his sight, Gladio's ready to pound Noct into the ground! The very guy he's sworn loyalty to, to proctect! C'mon now! GladNis is def canon!

*sips from grape juice**clears throat**puts glasses on*

Okay, you all buckle in because I SO am about to type this 

Post on Gladio’s psychology post-chapter 9

*cracks fingers*

[There’s a Keep Reading line ahead, for those using the mobile app that can’t see it. Sorry]

Dear anon, thanks for dropping by! I too strongly believe in the canon-icity of Gladnis because the chemistry is there! Nobody can deny that, like holy shit. Even with the stupid ‘girlfriend’ issue, I’m not buying that. Come on, the chemistry is THERE, it’s impossible to deny! It’s so clear in chapter 10 and on their own small journey when they separate from the guys on chapter 13. It’s EVERYWHERE. 

Bbbbut, I don’t agree on the WHERE you see it, anon. I’m not rejecting what you offer, but I do would like to clarify or to give away my opinion on what Gladio was feeling, thinking, and why he acted like that. This is, of course, if you don’t mind. I just really like the psychological side of any story I read/play, and while your entry had me smiling and nodding, I can’t fully agree with the overall view you’re offering. And not that it’s wrong; I just see it from many other angles that make it a bit wider.

I don’t think Gladio snapped out at Noctis and raged at him for what happened to Ignis (which wasn’t Noctis’ fault, let’s comprehend). At least, not only because of that.

That Gladio shows to stay cool and not bothered at the events you list doesn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t care, or that it doesn’t bother him enough to make him snap out, or that they were less bad than what happened in Altissia.

That you don’t react to something in the same second it happens doesn’t mean you don’t care, sometimes it just means it’s hurt so deep inside you that your mind literally can’t finish to understand it happened at all.

Or, simply, that you’re not letting yourself feel it.

Imagine you have spent 23 years of life hearing everywhere and from everyone’s mouth that your only task is to serve the guy that’s your best friend and brother of other blood. That you live for him. Imagine you’re asked to escort him some place, and then find out he’s in danger.He’s your priority. He’s the only thing you live for.He’s priority from over your own feelings and choices and needs.

Gladio knows his job. Despite how playful he can show himself to be, he’s incredibly mature and he knows what his duty asks of him. He dared face a god of war only to become better in what he does in life, only for Noctis’ sake. 

Gladio knows his homeland and the place he loves was taken over and destroyed and that he’s probably not ever going back. He’s slapped in the face with the understanding that his father died. There’s the doubt of whether his sister survived or if she’s currently a pile of ashes or a corpse. And he knows war is lost.All at the same time.

He learns ALL OF THAT at the same time, at the same second. Imagine you receive those news. The shock must be unbearable. The shock must be so great you may possibly not even react at all because it’s too much to be real. That’s why the guys need to go see it themselves, it’s just too much to handle.

Now, we see Noctis break down at the news and rage and get depressed and flail all over the place….Because he can.

Because, even though he knows his duty and role in life and what he has to do, he doesn’t serve anyone, like his friends do. 

Ignis, Gladio and Prompto must have been as hurt and desperate as Noctis, but there’s a difference never told but still understood: they all are meant and literally tasked to aid him, and he’s only tasked to go marry someone. Whether we like the sound of it or not, Noctis is a prince that’s served and the guys serve the prince, that’s how the world goes. They do it proudly and happily but they still serve, int he extent of the word.

I dare say Gladio must have been the one to handle the news much, much, by far much more heavily than Ignis or Prompto.

Ignis seems to only have his uncle for family, and while Prompto does have his parents, his relationship is poor with them. So their affectation is mostly on Niflheim taking over Lucis. Gladio, on his side, has THAT affectation plus the complete, full awareness that his dad has died. The king never dies before his Shield. And Regis is dead. Which must have hit Gladio like a bolt: Clarus is dead. Dead. His father. His only father. His family. His dad.

And to that point he still doesn’t know whether Iris survived or not. Handling losing your homeland in a war is heavy, then add losing your beloved father, and add the possibility of your dead little princess, my god. 

…but then he decides to bottle it all up.

Gladio knows his job, I repeat. He’s mature. He knows very well what he has to do. And that is to aid Noctis. To help him become stronger and much more aware of what he has to do. Guide him. Protect him. The situation desperately needs for the three of them to guide and push and hurry Noctis on his task, on his destiny. 

Right now the only thing that matters is Noctis. Not his feelings.They are obstacles.

We know they’re not, but that’s how Gladio sees that, how anyone in his position and with his knowledge must see. Ignis does that, too. Even Prompto. They all never show themselves bothered not because they don’t care but because they know that mourning right now is useless and that the only thing that’s important is to continue the journey and do something, work, fight and win. Not mourn; that can wait. 

So Gladio just bottles it. Except I think, for the things listed above, that he has quite some particular reasons to be upset. But he bottles it and bottles it.

And he insists on doing that to the point the glass is already full but even then he goes against logic and doesn’t let it spill because he can’t allow himself to feel and let it all out, not when his king needs him.

But then Altissia happens.

Imagine that you’ve spent 23 years of life training and working every single day of your life, every…single…one…just to be the strongest and the best on your duty that’s literally protecting somebody else. Imagine you’ve spent 23 years with the only purpose in life of protecting someone. Literally.Imagine you went through a trial of a GOD and defeated him only to become better at your duty, that is, again, only and literally protecting somebody else.

And then find out that your best friend was majorly injured and lost his sight. In the same battle you were in.

And then go through a day in which the person you sworn to protect was barely found alive and is in a coma state, that the important Oracle is dead, that half the country was destroyed, and that the man and friend that understands you best was found barely, vaguely alive, unconscious, bleeding, agonizing and with this huge burn/injury on the eye and wakes up goddamn fucking blind.

Imagine one of your dearest, if not the dearest friend (Noct is more like a lil bro) goes through that….

While you came out of the fight entirely unharmed.

Dude, I want you to imagine how it must feel. To know you did your best, yet this was the outcome. All your friends harmed, one dead, the other barely alive and waking up to become only half-a-life (we know it gets better in the future, but in the immediate present, Ignis IS losing a major/huge part of himself, seen as half/all the things he used to do/enjoyed were all related/needing of his sight).

There’s a bottle already past full of rage and sadness inside him, this was the very, very, very last drop to spill it. Problem is, it was not a drop, it was a FUCKING CASCADE.

Gladio’s strong, but he’s a human, too. And he, like any of us, has his limits. And I think that,by this point of the story, he’s gone further the limits of his limits, already. And he…as the human he is…merely exploded.

I’ve shared this in other similar posts and I repeat it here: in psychology, in school, I once learned that anger is only a mask for sadness, which, at its time, is a mask for fear.

That Gladio snaps out at Noctis is not necessarily Gladio blaming Noctis for what happens to Ignis and raging over only that.That Gladio snaps out at Noctis is only Gladio’s excuse.

You know these moments when you bottle something up, somebody does or says something, and you snap out at them maybe a bit unnecessarily?

Like, maybe the boss fired you, the bus was late, it rained on you, they robbed your clock and wallet, and when you finally get home, your mom accidentally moved your computer from this room to the other…And suddenly you’re raging over that last fact.

And you’re maybe snapping out at your mom, and you go nuts because “how could you do something so stupid, you know I like my things to be where I leave them, it was connected to the light because it was on and now it’s off and blah blah bla”. 

It’s stupid. You’re raging over a stupidity, a small thing. But you can’t stop. You know why? You’re not raging at your stuff being moved.You’re raging at everything that happened earlier, all the major stuff. The last event is only your excuse. You’re taking the first thing that maddens you to scream at it and to yell at it and to cry at it not because THAT caused it, only because THAT is offering you an excuse to let all the previous things out.

This is the very same thing with Gladio.

He’s not raging only at the fact that Noctis can’t stop being sad or that he’s “not showing any care about Ignis”, he’s raging at EVERYTHING. Everything, from Insomnia’s fall and his dad’s death to Ignis’ injury and almost death, added the more self-centered fact that Gladio let that happen to Ignis when he had worked so hard to become the best Shield ever.

Imagine you’re meant to protect people, yet somebody you love almost dies in front of you while you’re completely unharmed.Gladio’s not only suffering Ignis’ injury, he’s suffering some sort of personal break of his idea of himself.He knew himself something, but the events at Altissia could or not may have had him take the blame to himself. Imagine you know yourself the best Shield ever, then look behind you and see all this death and your dearest people injured and bleeding and barely breathing, and you’re standing there…like, the enemy didn’t even pay attention to you, like you’re useless, like you’re not there and just went past you and killed them all.They went past him. Like he was not there.Like he’s an intangible shield.A shield that is not a shield.A shield that isn’t there.And realize that if a shield isn’t there when YOU are supposed to be one…Then what are you?

I don’t deny that chapter 10 and ahead and the treatment Gladio offers to Ignis all over it is partly to blame on why I adore Gladnis and see it as almost-canon. 

But I don’t think that it’s what happened to Ignis what made Gladio rage like he did. 

Of course, I’m not saying that Gladio doesn’t care about Ignis. It’s most obvious he does, even during the events of the past traveling with a healthy 22 y.o. Ignis, Gladio’s constantly showing how much he particularly cares about him. Sometimes it even feels like he talks more about Ignis than he does about Noctis. The events of Altissia must have made him completely rage, but I don’t think it was only THAT. 

It’s not that Gladio prefers Ignis over Noctis. It’s that Noctis was Gladio’s psychological “drop of water that spilled the glass”, and Ignis’ injury only happened to be the nearest major event, the closet chronologically to Gladio’s outburst. Gladio knows Noctis comes before anything else, but he’s a human, and he simply could not help but finally explode after bottling up months of major event after major even after major event being crowned by not only having your dearest friend majorly injured and eternally handicapped, but to most possibly have also seen him almost die. 

…-deep breath-

Phew.

….

Still, I can’t deny that I love the way Gladio behaves with Ignis post-Altissia. It’s overprotective and so careful. I love it, hahaha. Nobody can tell me Gladnis isn’t canon, either, the chemistry is always there no matter which point of the game you’re playing!

[floralharjuku]

Flaws (repost from Fanfiction.net)

She likes her coffee way too black, the bitter and deep taste and stench of burnt caffeine all too unappealing. Whenever she drinks it, he makes it a point to not kiss her deeply until she's had a chance to either cleanse her palate or brush her teeth. Not out of any distaste for her—never that, he adores her far too much to ever be that way to her—but because the flavor of such strong coffee makes his head throb painfully. His father drank the stuff while he was still alive and it always wafted through the manor whenever it was brewed, giving him aggressive migraines. It's her favorite, so he tolerates it with a smile that makes his eyelid twitch. ... He might as well have diabetes, what with all of the sugar he pours into everything. She's tasted his tea once and spit it into the sink, her teeth aching long after she had expelled it. He had come back into the room, noticed the missing amount and asked her how she had liked it. She had beamed at him with pained teeth and lied right through them that she could really taste the orange. (It was earl grey.) ... She knows that he likes the temperature of their apartment lower because of the climate he was used to back in Tenebrae, which lay to the north, and his office, which might as well be the North Pole. But when she has to spend the summer bundled in sweaters, she begins to find fault in it and starts ticking up the thermostat by two or three degrees. He knows what she does when she thinks he doesn't notice the temperature change. He doesn't mind it much, just ticks it down when she's in the bathroom. ... She's sitting up in bed, scrolling through her phone with the cord extended from the port and continuously charging as she uses it. She always complains when he does business on his laptop when he's in bed, but she can flick through Moogle and not face any criticism. It's a shame too, that she seems so detached from her partner. He's actually in the mood to indulge her strange little fantasies she always tries to prod him into attempting. ... She never actually expected him to say "yes" and now she's in a hole. She's never done anything quite like this before and it makes her face burst into blush. He doesn't laugh when she admits her hesitation, but she can see amusement in his eyes. She spends the night wrapped in the blankets, still embarrassed that he actually agreed to it. ... When she gets sick, he stays home with her, stroking her hair and fetching her soup as she sniffles about how she's going to just die from this horrible disease. She has a cold. It's quite adorable actually. ... She wants to return the favor when he gets sick, but it doesn't seem to faze him in any fashion. He gets up, gets dressed and leaves before she can drag herself out of their bed and she spends the day feeling jilted. When she returns home, still in a funk of sorts, she finds him on the couch, his pale hair plastered to his skin with sweat and his body burning with fever. She spends the night with him, brushing his annoyingly stubborn hair out of his eyes and holding his head when he vomits, once on her pants. She swears that she hears him mutter how sorry he is and how embarrassing this is before he's in a fitful sleep again. She vows never to let him go to work that sick again. It's terrifying, really. ... It's late and he's pretending to work from his darkened home office when he hears her enter, closing the door quietly behind her. She doesn't say anything for a moment, probably still rehearsing the apology that caused her to pause at his door for a full ten minutes. He's been writing his out in the most anal flowchart known to man. It's one way to regain control in a situation where he rightfully had none over her. Control is something he needs to feel useful, to feel as if he has a purpose in any relationship facet no matter if it's professional or intimate. He simply can't stand in the kitchen and let someone make dinner for him; he has to micromanage or even do it himself. (Read: that surprise Valentine's Day dinner that turned into a shouting match about how to cook salmon) And it works in business. It's lauded and applauded that he is such an involved leader, and so young at that. But with her...he can't control her and he would never want to. That willful personality that demands to do things on her own even when the odds are against her and her diminutive stature. (Read: that Christmastime when the building's main elevator was out of service and she insisted that she could carry fifteen gift boxes down fifteen flights of stairs instead of taking the other elevator at the end of the hall like a normal person) That person he cared about above all else. "Noctis—" "Ravus—" They both paused when they said the other's name at the same time. Now it was that awkward pause between two people who couldn't decide who should go first. They were both standing, unconsciously leaning to their other half, willing this frigid argument afterglow to thaw. They never were the couple that was skilled in the art of perfumed words and hollow promises easily broken in the matter of clichés and just enough desperation to sound feasible. They would rather be together and let that end the divide. Still, before she could hold him again, she had to appease her own conscience. "...I'm sorry, Ravus." He steps closer, tentatively at first and when she doesn't shy away in anger, he closes the distance between them. "You don't need to be sorry." He mutters into her hair, holding her with care as if she would shatter in his arms. "It was my fault." "We're idiots." He laughs and she mutters something else into his chest. "What?" "...you're a bigger one." She chirps, reaching up to peck him on the chin. ... He's sweet and considerate, despite always hiding behind his dry tone of voice and computer. She learns this after he meticulously plans her a surprise birthday, despite his own distaste for parties. She could tell that he was strained to the limitations of pleasant annoyance when Prompto got a bit tipsy and started belting out shrieking, half babbled renditions of Yuna singles and the one Carley Rae Jensen song Noctis knew that happened to be the one that drove Ravus to contemplate suicide. But he didn't jump out of the plate glass windows and onto the street below, for which she was eternally grateful. ... She buys him a chocolate cupcake, sticks a question mark candle into the frosting, lights it on fire without torching the curtains and, cheeks red, gently singing "Happy Birthday" to him. He smiles against his own will–why did she get a question mark?–and stops her less than stellar singing voice with a kiss. She's sweet and considerate in her own way. ... When she cries, he doesn't know what to say. It so rare that it takes him aback and momentarily, his brain has to buffer. She sometimes laughs that he's robotic and that moment has to advance her idea. But still. Each tear that falls from her eyes corrodes him and he wants to stay them, but lacks the honeyed words and charming voice to do so. He sits beside her, wrapping his arms around her and brushing his hand over her hair, comforting her by being there. Ravus only cries once during their relationship when his mother passes. She's the same as him, finding it so difficult to give charisma and optimism to a person emotionally fractured. All she can do is bury her face into his shoulder as he shakes with all the grief and pain of a son who lost his beloved mother. ... He's squinting at his cell phone, trying to decipher the lines of emojis she's sent in place of words. He hovers in between 2% and whole when he reaches milk and a double underscored red one hundred, knowing that she liked lower fat for tea but being oh so confused by the message. He doesn't want to face her fat deprived wrath, but also doesn't want to hear her complain about fatty tea. He gets both despite the fact that half of it will spoil in the refrigerator. "Why did you get so much milk?" "...there was a sale." "But why?" "...next time don't send me a bunch of cartoon doodles instead of words." "Seriously? Why didn't you text me back?" "You said you were at work." "Ravus, I work on a computer all day with a bunch of slack jaw coders who throw Doritos at each other. Me using my phone is probably the least distracting thing in that office." "...I'll keep that in mind." "Are you mad? Why are you mad? It's not my fault that you can't read basic pictograms. Geez, even my dad knows this." She teases him by sending eggplants and water droplets in annoying frequency. Finally breaking down, he decided to Moogle the meaning and promptly closed the page, his ears a soft red. How did she even know something this...lewd? He buried his face in his hands when he heard her bark in laughter. ... Her father is staring down the bridge of his nose at him, pretending to sip water for the last four minutes. His glass is magically still full when he sets it down. Noctis is all too aware of the world's most awkward dinner playing out and she is an unwilling actor in it but has no way out of it. And she was also aware of the exasperated looks on her and her mother's face as the older woman pushed her salad around her plate, probably pinching Regis underneath the table with her free hand. She doesn't know why he's sizing Ravus up, since their families have known each other since perhaps the dawn of time, but he is and it's honestly tiring. She is an adult but she adores her father and he wanted them all to have dinner together as a family. One big, happy, neurotic family headed by a psychologically torturous patriarch who enjoyed lobbing overloaded questions in bomb form and demanding that Ravus carry them all in proper form. This was either going to end with Ravus dead or Regis suffering a stroke when that vein in his temple exploded. As long as he didn't— "So, how long have you been sleeping with my daughter?" Noctis's water spewed across the tablecloth, Ravus's grip on his fork tightened and Aurlea took a sharp inhale through her nose, mentally slapping her face with her palm when he clearly ignored the signals she had been sending him through pain. Finally, she turned her head in eerie fashion and muttered something to her husband before turning back to the younger couple across from them. Regis definitely took on a pale pallor but didn't break his gaze on Ravus, expecting an answer. "I...I can assure you that I treat Noctis with the utmost respect..." "That isn't what I–" "Well, that's fine! Right, Regis? That's all we need to know." Her mother was nearing the end of her patience and it showed through each syllable, which increased in shrill pitch. Both hands were under the table and Noctis could've sworn she saw Regis twitch away from her mother. And they still had three courses to go. By dessert, her father has a limp and her mother has been smiling for so long, Noctis thinks her muscles have frozen that way. Ravus has been thoroughly put through the ringer and she's considering dashing her face against the wall but they lived. ...sort of...? ... Their couch is more like a loveseat that irritates their guests because about two children can fit on it at one time. There's other seating, she always has to point out, but she refuses to buy anything to replace her favorite seat. She's on the smaller side and can curl up besides him, her toes under him and back supported by the armrest. He doesn't mind the slight squeeze, just gives her a glance and turns back to the news. For once, he's not watching television while obsessively working and she's relieved by that. She takes a sip of her less than black coffee that has an odor that doesn't offend him as much, pauses for a moment in thought and holds back a snicker. His face changes only slightly but dismisses her laugh until... "Eggplant, water droplets." He chokes on his diabetic tea. ... AN: Do, de do, da. Hi~! I decided to take a break from trying to decipher and encode the complexities of characters in my chaptered works and decided to take a break to write this. It's fluffyyyyyy! :D

[thekindmagic]

(1) German Anon :) I just read your opinion on the ending and I really like it. I think the three are alive as well. i too read about the camping being in the afterlive and well lets just say in the german version its quiet clear (in my opinion) that it's before they go to Lucis. But I do have a question I'd like to hear your opinion : in his last scene in the void Ardyn "turns" into a Deamon ( like loosing Voice etc.), why do you think it happened exactly then why didn't he succumb before?

Hello again, GermanAnon!! :)

I’m so glad youliked my opinion on the ending?? It’s really interesting that it seems clearerin German that the camp scene wasn’t in the afterlife… I love how thelocalizations can lean towards different interpretations!

I know it’s been acouple days since you sent this - I wasn’t ignoring you, I promise, just tryingto come up with a good answer to your question…

To be reallyhonest?? I… don’t completely understand Ardyn’s storyline. A lot of thebackground information I’d need to dig into him as a character is(intentionally or unintentionally) left out of the game. Other people who havespent more time thinking about him could probably give you more insight on thisone…

I can still give yousome thoughts, though!

First of all, Ardynhas clearly been waiting for the Chosen King for a long, long time. And then, even when Noctis ischosen at age five, Ardyn waits fifteen more years, until he’s an adult. (20 isthe age of majority in Japan.) And then, once his plans are set in motion, hewaits ten more years, for Noctis tobecome a True King with a divine stamp of approval.

It's… a little hardfor me to believe he does all this just because he wants a fair fight? This isthe same guy who stabs Luna while she’s down, who twists Ravus into a daemonout of petty revenge, who impersonates and kidnaps and (apparently) tortures Promptojust to make Noctis angry. This is not a guy who’s overly concerned with GoodForm. (There’s some nice poetic irony in turning people into daemons when hestarted out healing people from daemonic influence, too… He’s good at thisvillain thing.)

If he was truly justtrying to get back at the gods and the royal line, why not just kill Noctis asa child? Or shit, kidnap him? (Anybody know Stephen King’s “Storm of theCentury”?? Where [spoilers] the evil magician guy takes the little boy andraises him as his apprentice, and his dad sees him years later and barelyrecognizes him? Imagine that AU with Ardyn and Noctis…) Either of these planswould have the added bonus of proving how shaky and fallible the divine edictswere.

There were just SOMANY ways to fuck up this prophecy, so many ways that are SO MUCH EASIER thangoing out of his way to ensure Noctis is grown and trained and motivated tokick Ardyn’s ass. I like to thinkArdyn is a little more complex than he lets on. I don’t think he was waitingall this time to kill Noctis. I think he was waiting all this time to see ifNoctis could kill him.

Think trial bycombat? Way back when, we had honor duels to decide who was right - bothparties risked their lives to prove their conviction, and the gods or the truthor what have you was supposed to protect the honest one. In this case, themetaphor takes it one step further, because before they have their finalconfrontation, both of them have to literally givetheir lives to prove they’re serious.

I think Ardyn wasplanning this duel for 2,000 years. I think he was at war with himself all thattime, hating both what he’d become and the ones who’d turned him into it,trying to make himself believe he was completely innocent and justified. But hedoesn’t believe that. He can’t. Because if he’s to be believed - and I don’tsee why we shouldn’t take his word on at least this much, because all signspoint to him truly being a king of Lucis - he was a good person. He was aleader and a healer, he was a caring man who took darkness inside himselfwillingly to help others. You can twist and bury that, but you can’t erase it.That part of him has to know that, regardless of whether or not his anger isjustified, the things he’s done with it are NOT.

Watch the way hereacts to Luna trying to heal him? He relaxes his hand when she touches him.For just a second before he hits her, he looks unsure. And then he turns hisback to her, looks down at his arm before he taunts back. It’s the only time hesnaps and loses his composure, which means Luna gotto him with her suggestion that he was “in thrall todarkness,” that he might “know peace.” She knows his story, orat least enough of it. And Ardyn doesn’t know how to react to her compassion,because he’s genuinely not sure whether he wants or deserves it.

He’s waited so long,trapped without a way to die, just stuck in his hatred and pain… Part of himwanted revenge, yes, but only if it would validate him, only if he could strikedown the gods’ magnificent champion and prove to himself that fate could be WRONG,that the gods had made a mistake with him and he was justified in hisbitterness. But part of him just wanted it to be over. Part of him wantedsomebody else to hate him as much as he hated himself, to be the king hecouldn’t be, and to judge him for everything he’d done.

Now, to get aroundto your actual question: With this sort of two-faced, contradictory thing in mind, I thinkArdyn is choosing to show the face we see in game, but I think his daemony faceis his real one. We know he can control his appearance - if he’s hiding the effectsof the daemonic influence, that plays into his shame at what he is, and it alsoechoes the fear of being cast out again like he was by his citizens at the verybeginning of his story. He seems so in-control, but he’s really hiding thewhole time. He’s waiting for Noctis to reveal the truth, one way or another.

And Noctis does. Atthe very last, whether you think the boys are alive or dead, Noctis issurrounded by the people who’ve brought him here; he’s embraced and relied onlove in his weakest moments until it filled him up and carried with him intodeath. Ardyn bows at the beginning of this confrontation, his old performativeself, but when he sees the undeniable love and goodness Noctis is bringing tothe table, what a genuinely good person and good king he is… He shakes hishead, but he realizes he’s already lost this fight. In that moment, he figuresout he’s completely alone, that he’s the bad guy no matter what kind of personhe started out as. He can’t hold his illusion anymore, not even to himself.He’s completely aware he’s about to die, and he’s going to die hissing andspitting like the daemon the world has made him. That’s why he gets so angrywhen Luna touches him again - he doesn’t want her healing light damn it, hedoesn’t want compassion or redemption! If the gods have won the day through Noctis,if he can’t have his revenge or even pretend that he deserves it, then shit,come on, it’s been thousands of years - he just wants to die.

…Wow, I hadn’tthought about him in-depth before. That’s actually really heartbreaking.

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

I love your stories! Can you maybe write one of the chocobros initially hating their s/o and slowly realizing they were stupidly in love but didn't know how to express it correctly?? (I'm sorry if it's confusing)

OMG thank you! These types are always cute, I hope I did enough variety for you!  (I also have no idea how they got so long)

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Noctis

“Oh hell no.” Noctis groaned, as they entered Hammerhead, seeing the woman standing beside Cindy. “Ignis keep going.”

“Noctis, we need to fix the Regalia.”

“We’ll walk.”

“Noct you’re being ridiculous.”

“We don’t need to go here, we can just push it until we get to the next mechanic.”

“Dude, that’s like another 20 miles.” Prompto whined.

“Don’t care, I’ll push it there by myself.”

Ignis sighed, putting on the parking brake, as the young Prince attempted to keep pushing the car forward. Only to give up and hide behind the door, as the two women approached the car.

“Oh so that’s the reason.” Gladiolus chuckled.

“Was starting to worry something happen to you boys.” You smiled.

“Uh, which one of ya’ll the Prince?” Cindy inquired.

Ignis groaned, as he looked down, “Noctis, get up.”

Noctis moaned as he stood up, his eyes ignoring you standing beside Cindy, “Hey.”

You smiled stepping toward Ignis, and Gladiolus, “Oh you must be Prompto, nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You called to the blonde a smile on your face.

“Yeah, nice, nice to meet you too.” Prompto waved nervously as Noctis rolled his eyes.

“I’ll take care of everything with Cindy, you boys can go rest your legs, that must have been a long walk.” You smiled heading back into the garage.

“Y/N hasn’t changed a bit.” Gladiolus chuckled.

Noctis groaned as he stalked off, “You say that, like it’s a good thing.”

Prompto moved beside Ignis, “What’s with him?”

Ignis chuckled, “A very old story.”

As it turns out you were able to talk Cindy down for a reasonable price, but it still caused quite a bit of Gil that unfortunately your party did not have on them at the time. So a hunt was needed, and while you had performed rather beautifully on the field, much to the excitement of your other party members. The Prince Noctis did not seemed to share the same joys as everyone else.

And that joy was not felt when you refused to take the front seat that Prompto had offered you, instead you decided to squeeze in the back between him and Gladiolus. He attempted to nudge his way, away from you, yet you just adjust slightly, allowing the man to get comfortable, or moving closer to Gladiolus.

“Dude,” Prompto stated looking over his phone, that night after they had set up camp. “I don’t know why you don’t like Y/N, she’s awesome.”

Noctis glared over to where you were currently sitting on Gladiolus’s back, while the man performed single arm push ups. “I don’t know, everytime she’s around, I get these pains in my chest and I know it’s her fault.”

Prompto gasp, before laughing, “Dude, you have a crush on her.”

“What?” Noctis blushed, “No I don’t! Why would I have a crush on her?”

“Why else would your chest hurt. You’re not going to make the feeling go away by ignoring her and treating her like an asshole.”

Noctis sent a glare to his friend, “Why do you know so much about this?”

“Dude, it’s me.”

Noctis groaned, as he watched you laugh along side Gladiolus as he almost tipped you over, with his next rep.  No, there’s no way, you had been given him this painful feeling in his chest since he was a teenager, and no one else he liked gave him these feelings, so you were obviously a threat, what else could his body be telling him?

That night, as the Prince rolled over in his sleep, he was shocked to see your sleeping face before him. He watched your eyes twitch behind closed lids, a soft snore leaving your softly parted lips and that painful throbbing in his chest were back. This was not a crush! This was something different! This hurt! He was tempted to move and exchange spots with Ignis, when he noticed your eyes drift open slightly, a small smile across your lips.

“Noct.”

Noctis felt his face heat up, as you shuffled closer to him in your sleep, were you dreaming about him? For the first time in his life, Noctis found it hard to sleep. Yet another reason he was pissed off at you!

The next morning was a blur, everything seemed to go by in slow motion, from breakfast, to packing up, and getting into the car. Noctis hardly remembered any of it as he climbed in beside you, he was too tired to even fight for you to stay on your side of the seat.

“You know that you’re welcome to move him.” Ignis’s voice drifted over him.

Noctis groaned, he didn’t remember falling asleep, nor the car’s door being so comfortable.Or that pleasing rhythmic thumping within his ear that was making it difficult to wake up.

“He’s fine like this.” He heard your voice echo within his ear. “Besides I’d rather he sleep like this, than on the door.”

Noctis nuzzled into the soften beneath his head, feeling a comforting circle rubbing up and down his arm.

“Looks like he’s getting a little too comfortable.” Gladiolus chuckled, followed by the snapping of a camera.

“Shhh, you’re going to wake him up.”

All right, what the hell was going on! Noctis opened his eyes, only to stare at the fact Prompto’s camera was within his face. They were all within the Regalia but he was laying on you, more precisely your chest, on your breasts, and you weren’t even worried about it! The Prince immediately jumped awake as he moved to his side of the car.

“See I told you. Sorry Noct, did we wake you?”

“No, no.” Noctis groaned waving it off. “I wasn’t comfortable leaning that way.”

You pouted slightly, before moving, throwing a leg over Noctis’s lap, as you begun to nudge and push him towards where you were once sitting. “Here, I’d feel more comfortable if you weren’t laying on the door.”

Noctis found he had no other choice, as you had just barged your way over. Reaching over as you pressed his head against your shoulder, rubbing a soothing pattern against his scalp as his eyes drifted close again.

His heartbeat had quicken, yet he noticed when he was listening to your own, that your heart also begun to  beat quickly Now that he thought about it, you weren’t actually so bad, and if anything you were actually really bad ass. Maybe teenage hormones had messed with his mind,and from suddenly going from girls are yucky to testosterone walking had played tricked on his young mind.

Noctis had to admit, maybe Prompto was onto something, about the tightening in his chest and maybe it wasn’t such a bad feeling after all.

~~~~~

Prompto

Prompto didn’t hate anything, he always believed to give something a second, sometimes even third try! Not stinky tofu, never stinky tofu. But you, well you were just the Cactuar in the Chocobo garden of life weren’t you?

Nearly every time he ran into you, you wouldn’t respond nor answer him!

He’d see you in the morning, you’d walk right on by. He’d see you at lunch, you’d be eating by yourself looking at something on your phone, he’d wave. Nothing! It was like he was invisible to you, or that you thought you were better than him, because Cor trained you.

Well Cor trained him too, and he was just as good if not better than you and he’d prove it! He didn’t need your attention! He didn’t care that you looked cute sitting there underneath the tree on your lunch. Or that you looked adorable when your hair was tied up, after a long training session. Or that you looked absolutely drop dead beautiful, those few times that he would walk in on the tail end of your training with Cor, sparring with a poor punching bag that seemed to have gotten the wrong job.

Your poor attitude made you absolutely annoying!

“Is Y/N still bothering you?” Gladiolus called, standing beside Prompto as he watched with the small blonde, Noctis and Ignis, you jab and kick against a new punching bag.

“Yeah, she keeps ignoring me, and thinks she’s so much better than me.” Prompto groaned.

“I don’t know, she kinda seems like she is.” Noctis stated, as you round house kicked the bag, nearly snapping it from chain.

“Not helping, Dude!” Prompto scoffed.

“Prompto, you’re early.” Cor called, as you turned adjusting your ponytail to sit higher up. “Why not come meet Y/N, she’s been dying to meet you.”

Prompto blinked those blue eyes in confusion, “Sa…sure, yes sir!” He called, before bounding down the stairs to join you both on the training floor. “Where did you want me, Sir?”

Cor chuckled, “You know of Y/N, she has just finished her training and will be going out on full patrol shortly.”

“I don’t think we’ve met.” Prompto stated, as he gave a brief smile, holding out his hand, which you quickly took, giving a shake, yet did not return the smile. Not even in front of a Commanding Officer, you couldn’t be polite? Why were you so rude?

“I figured that the two of you would make a rather good team, do allow her to shadow you.” Cor stated, not so much a suggestion rather than an order.

Prompto could hear Gladiolus guffawing within the rafters, yet he couldn’t ignore a direct order from his Superior Officer, “Yes, Sir.”

Yet the more Prompto found you trailing him, your half dazed eyes following his every movement, or a soft quiet ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ that fell from your mouth, as he adjust a stance or helped you to properly hold a gun. He realized that you weren’t so much exactly mean, nor where you rude, maybe it was a misunderstanding and you really didn’t hear him. Besides spending so much time with you, was actually really nice.

There was many a times where he would have to physically tap your shoulder to get your attention, which was typically around lunch time or in the morning. Only to see you pop out headphones or, an earpiece before turning towards him, never with a smile, no matter how much he tried smiling at you and trying to win you over.

Yet you seemed to have blended in with the others, as you were to shadow him, Prompto also figured it would be best to introduce you to his friends. Your half dazed eyes moving to the others around the table, as they all laughed and conversed.

“Yeah, but Y/N is pretty awesome too.” Prompto beamed, trying to include you in the conversation as you sipped at your strawberry milkshake

“The way you’re always talking about her, makes it seem that you’ve guys done more than training inside the ring.” Gladiolus chuckled.

You nearly choked on your milkshake, feeling the coldness rush into your sinuses, as your eyes begun to water. Grateful for Ignis to hand you some napkins as you begun to cough, excusing yourself from the booth, as you went to the bathroom, to make sure that you still look presentable, as you were certain you had milkshake coming from your nose.

“Dude, can you not?” Prompto groaned to Gladiolus.

The taller man chuckled, “What’s wrong, you were the one who started complaining that she was stuck up, and now you’re gushing about her, like she’s your girl.”

Prompto tried to be angry but he realized that Gladiolus was right, since actually getting to know you, Prompto had realized that he actually did take quite the liking to you. Yet you always seemed so aloof and so stand offish,“I think I just started to get her to like me too, I must have seemed like a jerk to her. Maybe I shouldn’t have invited her, I’ll just take her home when she gets back.”

“Prompto.”

The blonde flinched, how long were you standing there at the table, “Y/N, i didn’t…i didn’t realize that…”

You moved your hand to your mouth, looking to the blonde beyond your eyelashes, “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Thank you for taking me out tonight, I had fun.”

Prompto quickly stood as he reached out, “Y/N I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Your hand never left your mouth, as your eyes squinted up, almost as if you were smiling behind your hand, “You didn’t, you actually made me very comfortable, all of you. I’ll just head home. Thanks again.”

Prompto quickly grabbed your hand, at your side, “No, I didn’t mean to, you don’t have to go. I mean I can take you home if you’d like.” He suddenly realized that he had a hold of your hand, as he quickly let go, “Sorry.”

Ignis suddenly turned toward you, “Y/N, I’ve just realized, that the recruit in question was you.”

“What you talking about, Iggy?” Gladiolus inquired.

“The new recruit, I had no idea that the Marshal had taken you under his wing as well. Y/N is the recruit that had taken a Behemoth charge, and only walked away with a broken jaw, which was due to the fall rather than the attack. It can take 4 to 6 weeks for a broken jaw to heal. I do apologize that we were not very accommodating to your dietary needs.” Ignis apologized, as everyone else stared in shock.

Prompto turned to you shock ,”Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“A broken jaw, and you’re not on any pain meds?” Noctis called.

“I take medication 2 times a day, which wears off normally around lunch, it can make me rather oblivious.” You admitted, your hand still not leaving your mouth as it seemed to dawn on Prompto why you seemed so ‘rude’.

Gladiolus chuckled, “Take a behemoth to the face and doesn’t take any down time, you better snatch her up Prompto before someone else does.”

Prompto flushed, as you turned your eyes to him, “Hey, if you’d still like, I can take you home, if you don’t have any pain meds on you.”

“I’m fine, Prompto.” You replied, placing the hand not before your mouth, on his bare arm, with a reassuring squeeze.

Ignis stood, placing some money on the table to handle their bill, “Yes it would be best that we all return home for the evening. Prompto, Y/N will you require a ride?”

“Nah, it’s nice, I can walk.” Prompto smiled.

You moved closer to Prompto hand still to your mouth, “I’ll walk with, Prompto.”

Gladiolus chuckled, “Whelp, see you two lover birds later.”

“Dude.” Prompto groaned, as they all left for the evening, waving good night as they went their separate ways. “I can walk you home if you want, or if you want you’re welcome to come to my house, my parents won’t be home.”

“I’d like to come over. If that’s fine, with you.”

Prompto could feel himself blush as he lead you to his house. It felt like hours, but in reality was only 20 minutes before you both were within his house, he sat you on the couch before rummaging through the kitchen.

“Is there anything that you want to drink, can you have fruit or anything?” He asked opening the fridge.

“Whatever is fine.”

Prompto moved back within the living room, finding you staring at pictures on the wall, before turning to him, your hand back over your mouth.

“These are awesome did you take them?”

“Yeah,”

“You’re really amazing, Prompto.”

Prompto watched as your eyes did that squinty thing again, almost as if you were smiling behind your hand, before it quickly dropped. “Does talking hurt?”

“Yeah, a little. Smiling hurts the most. That’s why I like being with you, listening to you talk is amazing. I can’t wait for them to take the wiring off, so I can actually smile again. You’re really good at making people smile.”

“I bet you have a really pretty smile.” Prompto replied.

Flushed deeply, behind your hand your eyes going to another picture of Prompto and the others, “Oh you like Chocobos?”

Prompto perked up, “Yeah, what about you?”

Prompto watched as you performed that squinted smile behind your hand, “I love Chocobos!”

Prompto beamed as he stepped forward, “Can I ask you something else?”

You nodded, only your eyes visible from your hand, “Sure.”

“Can I take you out, like on a date? Without the guys, you know, me and you, you and me, together, us, alone but together.”

You removed your hand from your mouth to stop the cute ramble, getting his attention, as you nodded rather stone face, as you mouth begun to hurt from all the smiling you had done. Lowering your head, as you hid you mouth, “I’d like that.”

Prompto smiled brightly, “Awesome! I mean cool. Oh there’s one more thing.”

You stared confused at the blonde, only to feel his chapped lips against your cheek, giving you a soft peck, before pulling back with a blush. Both your hands flew to your mouth, uncaring that your jaw hurt and your vision went blurry from the force of your smile as you giggled.

“I want you to get better soon. So a kiss to make it better.” Prompto replied.

You glanced up beyond your lashes, your smile still hidden behind your hands, “A few more wouldn’t hurt.”

The blond knew the first thing he wanted to do, once your wires were removed, he was going to take a picture of that beautiful smile, he had been trying to see since the first day he met you. 

~~~~~

Gladiolus

“They’re so annoying.” Iris groaned, watching her elder brother and you purposely refusing to get out the way of one another.

“They’ve been at this for how long?” Prompto inquired, watching as you shoulder checked the tall man, which took quite a bit of effort seeing that you were much shorter than Gladiolus but you refuse to back down. It was honestly like watching a Pomeranian take on a Tibetan Mastiff.

“Nearly three years.” Ignis filled in. “Iris can fill you in on most of the details.”

Everyone turned to the little Amicitia sitting at the table, her chin resting on her hands as she watched both you and Gladiolus march around the campsite like you were both top dog. “Big Brother says he doesn’t like Y/N because she’s pushy, stubborn and bossy.”

“Doesn’t that sound familiar.” Noctis groaned, only to be sent a glare by his shield.

“But Big Sister, states that Gladdy thinks he knows it all and is a hot head.” Iris followed up, getting a glare from Gladiolus about calling you “Big Sister” as you and the younger sibling got along like two peas in a pod. “But our families have known each other for years, and Big Sister family is the only family that’s trusted to make Amicitia weapons.”

“Because we’re the best Blacksmiths in Eos, we earn that title rightfully!” You hissed before turning to Gladiolus, “And if Gladiolus would just apologize and admit he was wrong all those years ago, we wouldn’t have this problem!”

Gladiolus growled, “I wasn’t wrong! If you had listened to me, than my sword wouldn’t have shattered on the first swing!”

“If you had listen to me, I told you that a sword that size needs to have a sturdier base. If you weren’t running around trying to pick up every little floozy you run into, you could actually listen to someone that is actually smarter than you!”

Everyone watched, eyes ping ponging back and forth as they two of you got into another heated argument of some stupid issue from years passed. At this point, no one dare interfered as they knew it would just get more louder and more heated.  Most fights would last about 5 minutes before one of you stormed off to go fight some poor wild animal that just so happened to try to attack.

“…you can’t even keep your dick in your pants long enough to get out of Hammerhead.” You barked, hands clenched at your sides.

Gladiolus moved into your space, attempting to threaten you with height alone, “What you jealous because Cindy was checking me out?”

You gave a loud scoff, “Cindy is playing for the same team! She is a lesbian! Holy Sixth, how dense are you?!”

Gladiolus smirked his hands placed on his hips, “I get it, if you wanted a piece of me than all you had to do is say so.”

You baulked slightly, before you growled angrily, everyone at the table taking few steps back,  “Gladiolus Amicitia, you worthless excuse of space! I’d tell you to go fuck a cactuar  but you’d more than likely enjoy it.”

“Hey it would be a better lay than you.”

“Oh you wish that I would! You couldn’t handle a real woman.”

“Like you’re one.”

Everyone at the table flinched along with you, it was a known fact that you were one of the first women to take over your families blacksmith business, but you still prided yourself on being a lady. Everyone turning fearful eyes to Gladiolus, who didn’t seem to understand the hell he had just unleashed.

“You take that back, or i’ll…” You growled.

Gladiolus chuckled, his arms crossed over his bare chest, “You’re like 5 foot, you won’t do shit.”

Everyone watched, how Gladiolus did not see your draw back, nor the strong open palm slap from you, was beyond them. Yet the second that hand came into contact with his face, and the man felt the strong muscle of years of moving heavy swords, and armor, along with the resounding smack and his head forced to turn. 

The others drew for cover waiting for the war that was about to become their campsite.

You sneered, body still pumping full of adrenaline as you glared at the man as he slowly turned back toward you. Watching those red brown eyes glaring at you, his hands flexing as you felt your own mimick the action, both going to draw a weapon.

Only for the both of you to move forward, lips crashing against each other, hands pulled into the other’s hair. Gladiolus picking you up around the waist, so that you straddle his waist, as one of his hands supported you, the other tangled within your hair. One of your hands holding onto the strong neck the other tangled in his messy hair as you made out.

“Did not expect that.” Noctis groaned, turning away for you two, as he gagged.

“Dude, it’s like a trainwreck I can’t turn away.” Prompto muttered a disgusted look on his face.

“Well I’d say it’s about time, I shall get dinner started.” Ignis sighed, moving beyond the safety of the table they had all climbed behind.

“I’m not sharing a tent with them tonight.” Iris pouted, to the couple still making out, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. “Ugh, just fuck already!”

“IRIS!” You both stopped making out long enough to scold her, only to hear the younger sibling giggling.

“Well at least they’re not fighting anymore.” Prompto suggested, still unable to tear his eyes from you and Gladiolus still within each other’s embrace.

“I think I prefer them fighting.” Noctis groaned, at the two who went back to making out.

~~~~~

Ignis

Ignis was furious, absolutely furious, he could not even start to think of the last time he was this fed up with someone or something. You had insulted his cooking, someone he didn’t even know, only a few passing moments, before you were all shoved within a car, and the very first night you had insulted him and his cooking.

“This doesn’t taste…this taste off. Excuse me.”

The scene played within his head time and time again all night, and then all day. Your phrase repeating itself time and time again, as you placed your plate down and quickly rushed off, leaving the others to wonder what had happen.

Now you sat in the back between Noctis and Gladiolus, sunglasses on your face, as you looked to be ill. Serves you right, perhaps you didn’t handle car trips very well. Well that was just fine, they could leave you at the next rest stop for all he cared.

“Here.”

“Thank you, Noc..” The man stopped, realizing that the hand holding his can of ebony was in fact not Noctis but you. “Thank you, Y/n.”

“My pleasure.” You smiled, before moving back to grow comfortable between the two of the men.

Ignis scoffed, fine he could be civil with you, so long as you were with him.

Yet it seemed that almost everywhere he went he was running into you, and you would turn to him with those large eyes and a soft smile. Asking his opinion on something, or offering help where the others would leave it to him, or as he found just learning from him.

“You aren’t required to do this.”

“Oh I know, I just don’t want you to feel the burden of taking this all on yourself.” You’d smile, standing beside him, as you went out shopping together for the evening foods.

Gladiolus had often remarked, that the two of you weren’t often seen without each other and referred to you as the cute couple. Which over time Ignis found himself no longer being bothered by, as he realized his dislike for you was actually misplaced, he actually found out that he had grown rather fond of you, as you were all often confined to small spaces together.

“Y/n, may I ask you something?” Ignis found himself saying one evening as you stood beside him mincing a salad to go with dinner, ever persistent to get Noctis to eat vegetables alongside him another trait he had grown to admire.

“Yes?” You smiled.

“For our first meal, may I inquire as to what you meant?”

You blinked trying to think of what the first meal was, “Oh you mean your Fluffy Chiffon Cake, yes what about it?”

“Yes, you had mentioned that it did not taste quite right.”

You flushed immediately, focusing at your task at hand, “I did not mean to insult you, I just had no one prepare it with an Apple Cinnamon reduction, I’m allergic to apples. What I thought was a strange taste was actually my throat closing up. I do apologize if I hurt your feelings, it really was quite amazing, I wish I could have finished it, it’s one of my favorite dishes.”

Ignis gasped, before taking your hand without your knife, as you turned large eyes to the man in confusion, “I am the one that needs to apologize, I had judged you so foolishly.”

“I kind of figured that was the case, I didn’t mean to insult you, yet my pen can sometimes take a bit to work, my eyes and throat were still swollen the day after.” You giggled, placing down your knife.

Ignis chuckled, he didn’t even realize that he had been so foolish, “Please allow me to make it up to you.”

You smiled, bringing his hand up holding your own up to your lips, as you placed a kiss to the back of his hand, “You already have.” Only to turn to the man and gasp, “Ignis, are you okay? You seem a little flushed.”

Ignis cleared his throat, he had expected for himself to make the first move, yet now you threw his plan out the window, “I assure -ahem-.” Dear Shiva, did his voice just crack? “I assure you, that I’m fine.”

You smiled softly, releasing his hand, as you begun to chop the vegetables again. Watching from the corner of your eye as the blush had faded, but a soft pink remained. Leaning over you, pressed your entire side against the man’s, unable to stop the giggle as he jumped slightly. 

Ignis looked down to you, as you looked beyond your lashes to the man with a soft smile on you lips. Slowly reaching out his arm, wrapping it around you, so that a large hand rested on your hip, pulling you further into his side.

“Ignis…”

The man turned back to you again, as you looked toward your salad, “Yes.”

“Forgive me if I’m wrong, yet I believe this is where you are suppose,” You finally turned up to the man, “to kiss me.”

Ignis chuckled, “I believe you are correct.”

The tall man leaned forward, pressing his lips against your own, as he felt fireworks behind his eyes. Parting from you, and the dazed look on your face, it appeared that you saw them too. The two of you chuckled, as Ignis’s arm remained wrapped around your waist, you leaned against the man, as you remained fixing dinner.

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

If it's no trouble, a scenario where fem!reader is Prompto's twin (with identical barcode), but didn't make it out of Niflheim like he did and was bred into the perfect killing machine for the empire (imagine Black Widow from the Avengers series). Zegnautus Keep happens, Ardyn then decides to reveal the truth and have her kill Prompto for abandoning her. Make me bleed.

I’m am trying not to cry! I am trying not to cry! I’m a big girl! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ (I cried reading the prompt and I cried writing it)

Lyrics are from Lizz, Hide and Seek

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“Don’t you want to see him again, your Big brother Prompto? It’s been what, well over 10 years?” Ardyn chuckled, as he stared at you, “You’ll be happy to know, your Big Brother has made quite the group of friends, and that they all truly adore him.”

You sneered at this, looking to your own barcode on your wrist, two children born together, hand in hand, branded together, yet one got the perfect life. The other tossed away, used a weapon.

“I must say,by your look you don’t appear too excited to learn your Big Brother is leading such a happy life.” Ardyn stated, as he stopped staring into your deep blue eyes, littered with freckles.  A smirked lined the man’s face as he leaned forward, “You should go greet him and his friends, I think you’ll simply adore them.”

You turned, strapping your large rifle to your back along side your shotguns, your multiple small guns to your side, and checking your straps to ensure you had enough ammo to finish this.

“Oh, and y/n,” You paused,  “Do try to keep Prince Noctis  alive, he will be needed.”

You continued out the door,  climbing onto your black Chocobo, heading toward Zegnautus Keep, Ardyn had stated that the little band of friends had managed to sweep the entire place clean, and were holding up there for the time being, licking their wounds and celebrating the reunion of your Dear Brother returning to them.  

You wouldn’t want to miss the party.

*

Prompto had to admit he was having trouble sleeping, after everything he had been through, torture and his life secret revealed, he had expected for himself to be asleep before his head hit the pillow. Yet instead he found himself tossing and turning, so when he finally managed to fall asleep, only to be torn from it by a haunting sound coming from down the hallway.

“You hear that?” Gladiolus groaned sitting up on the cot he had stretched out on.

“It appears to be someone singing.” Ignis stated his blind eyes staring forward.

Everyone strained as they heard the sound, as it seemed to only be coming closer.

“Ding Dong; I know you can hear me; Open up the door; I only want to play a little.”

The entire room jumped as they heard what sounds like a door being kicked opened in the hall, and rather close. Everyone stayed silent, as the haunting song continued down the hallway by the female voice.

“Ding Dong; You can’t keep me waiting; It’s already too late; For you to try and runaway.”

The dark room remained quiet, as all the men moved from their cots, moving to stand in the shadows of the doorway, waiting for whatever was making that noise, it was to articulate to be an MT, and seemed to be hunting, perhaps it was another wanting to destroy the base?

“Ding Dong, Where is it that you’ve gone to?; Do you think you’ve won?; Our game of hiding seek has just begun!”

No one flinched, as the door to their room, suddenly kicked open, yet no shadow from the outside lights or person filled the entrance. Was the enemy they were up against invisible, or a deamon who managed to learn speech?

Gladiolus summoned his large sword, as he stepped in the hall, glancing around, both ways were completely empty, what he was unprepared for was the being on the ceiling, who had crawled into the room, landing silently behind Noctis and Prompto.

Prompto barely had time to push Noctis out the way, as he turned summoning his gun, pointing it to the assailant in the room, only to find the barrel of a large shotgun muzzle in his face. The only visible thing was a blonde ponytail resting on their shoulder, everything else was covered by a mask or the dark grey body suit.

“Ding Dong; Looks like I’ve won; Now, you’re it; Ding Dong; pay the consequence.”

Noctis managed to bring his sword up in time to slice through the shotgun’s muzzle, as the group all hightailed it from the room.

“Who the hell is that?” Noctis panted, Gladiolus following close behind leading Ignis, “Prompto? They seemed to be after you?”

“No idea dude.” Prompto called, glancing over his shoulder, watching the figure trail after them, than suddenly disappear. “Where’d they go!”

Everyone stopped, the creature or whatever it was, more than likely knew magic, and could appear at a moment’s notice.

Ignis gasped, before turning his head up, “They’re in the vents!”  

Everyone gasped as they quickly jumped out the way, to the person landing before the group, a new shot gun in their hands, raised to their shoulder firing. Gladiolus managed to jump forward in time, raising a shield, as the first bullet rocketed off the shield, sending the shield sliding back.

“Whatever’s in those bullets aren’t normal.” Gladiolus grunted, as they kept unloading shot after shot, watching as it ricocheted off the shield, their predator stalking forward with each shot and reload.

“We’ll be pinned down if we keep this up.” Ignis called his blind eyes staring forward the sounds of the shells echoing off the walls and shield, “Noct is there a window near by?”

“Yeah.”

“Prompto?” Ignis called toward the blonde who had taken over for Gladiolus in leading him around. Only to hear glass shatter as the blonde shot the window out, “Gladio!”

“Right!” Gladiolus called, as he summoned a greatsword, waiting for the person to reload, as he swung, knocking them back, yet not hitting them. As all four men jumped out of the window to the courtyard below, running further into the bases courtyard. A displacement of magic appearing before them, as they all stopped, weapons summoned at the ready.

“My, my you seem to have made a friend.”

“Ardyn!” Noctis growled, as Prompto flinched back, having just dealt with the man less than 12 hours earlier. “What do you want?”

Ardyn chuckled, “Actually i’m not here for you, Your Majesty, yet young Prompto.” He stated as the assailant moved across the field, shotgun raised against their shoulder head tilted, as they moved toward the group. “You see there’s someone who wants to say ‘Hello’ isn’t that right?”

Prompto gasped, Ardyn removed the headpiece from the assailant,  blue eyes, freckled cheeks, the same colored hair, only longer pulled into a ponytail. Yet their eyes unlike his own, these were hollowed out. “No, y/n.”

Those straight line lips on your face, curled into a sneer, finger pulled on the trigger, only to gasp, as Ardyn, pushed the muzzle down, breaking your focus and aim. Your harsh eyes turning to the red head man beside you.

“Tsk, tsk, let’s use our words.” Ardyn chuckled.

“Y/n,” Prompto called in disbelief, a soft smile appearing on his face, “Y/n you’re okay.”

Your gaze turned back to the blonde man, hand reaching to your side as you pulled out a small handgun holding it out toward the young blonde man, “No thanks to you, Brother.”

“Brother?”  The courtyard echoed

Prompto tried to reason as he stepped forward, “Y/n, I didn’t…”

“You didn’t what?” You bark, only to watch as those mirroring blue eyes flinched toward Ardyn, “You don’t believe it’s me, Prompto? Does this confirm what you want?”

Prompto gasped as you removed your right glove, that matching barcode, he remembered when you cried after you received it, “Y/n, I didn’t think that…”

Your growl only seemed to deepen as you dropped your shotgun, stepping forward  your handgun still pointed toward the man, “Let me guess, you forgot about your dear little sister didn’t you! Whatever happened to the chubby little boy who wanted nothing more than to protect his baby sister? Oh that’s right you left her! You left her to take on the entire burden for both sets of experimentation!”

Prompto looked as if he wanted to cry, “Y/n, I didn’t mean to…”

“Shut up!” You shriek, “You grew up, you have friends, you left me! I was your family, we were each other’s family! All we had left in the world! You promised to protect me! You abandoned me! Forgot about me!”

“No, you’ve got it wrong. Y/n, I thought about you every moment, I promise.” Prompto pleaded, only to watch as Ardyn stepped toward you. “Are you, are you with him?”

You chuckled tilting your head back, “He came for me, unlike you, what has it been 10, 11 years, hard to keep track inside a little cell, drugged, your days tend to blend together.”

Ardyn placed a hand on your shoulder, “Y/n, you seem to have gotten off subject, do remember your goal.”

Your eyes never left Prompto’s, “I didn’t forget.”

“Good, I’ll leave you too it.” Ardyn chuckled, before disappearing.

Prompto shook, “Y/n, what did you agree on?”

“Your death.” You smirk, before quickly pointing your gun to the group behind Prompto, firing at their feet. “Stay still Prince, I was given orders to keep you alive, and you’d be surprised how many holes I can pump in you and keep you alive.”

Prompto growled, the young woman before him, wasn’t the little sister that he was born with. She wasn’t the one that he held after there injections, the one who wouldn’t cry so he hadn’t to worry about her tears as well. This was someone, something different. You weren’t his sister, not anymore..

“Y/n, I’m sorry I couldn’t come back for you fast enough, and I’m sorry for what you’ve become.” He called across the battlefield raising his hand, as he summoned his gun.  “If this is what you want than…”

A look of pure demonic glee filled your freckled face, as you cackled loudly, “Finally!”

A shootout begun on the base, as you both circled one another, guns blazing as Prompto swapped out one gun after another, while you, yourself managed to switch between each gun seamlessly, while reloading at the same time.

“I promise, y/n, I never once ever forgot about you.” Prompto called, hiding behind a shipping container.

“Save your words, bitch!” You hiss back, assembling your rifle one handed, as you kept a small pistol raised in your other, you stalked closer to the hiding spot Prompto was currently staying. “I will never forgive you! You made me this, because you left me alone! You got everything! I was left with nothing! You selfish, asshole!”

As you monologue, Prompto managed to squeeze himself back further into the containers, slipping out to circle behind you. Watching as you appeared before his once hiding spot, gasping as you wondered where he went.

Turning you rose your gun, only to find Prompto’s pistol pointed at your head too close to get your rifle up, your blue eyes lost the demented look that appeared in them, as you chuckled, “You always were the strongest out of the two of us. End it Prompto.”

“Y/n it doesn’t have to be this way, you can come back with us, with me.” Prompto called, his gun still held to your head.

You glanced towards Prompto’s friends, family, coming to assist. “Not my style, Big Brother.”

“Y/n please.” Prompto begged, his hand shaking.

You laughed tossing your rifle away clattering it to the ground. Reaching up as you wrapped your hand around the gun  held to your head, yet you knew it wasn’t a killing shot and he wasn’t going to follow through. “I think I’m done here, Prompto. All I have left is my anger, aside from killing I’m good for nothing.”

Prompto cried as you applied more pressure to his trigger finger, “Please.”

“I’m sorry, Prompto, I couldn’t protect you either.” You whispered, gasping as you quickly shoved your brother out the way, Ardyn’s dagger going through your side. “Ardyn….”

Ardyn chuckled, “I should have known you’d be defective, it seems to run in the family. Such sentimental you are.” He stated, removing the dagger as you stumbled back, holding the bleeding wound of your side.

“Y/n!” Prompto gasped, quickly rushing over to your falling body as Ardyn disappeared. “Y/N, Y/n, please please hang on we can stop this we have potions.”

You chuckled, raising a bloody hand to the man’s face as he quickly grabbed it,  “Prompto,it’s fine it’s fine. This is for the best.”

Prompto sobbed as he cradled you, touching his forehead to your own, as he finally saw the bright look in his baby sister’s eyes again, “I’m so sorry.”

You laughed, coughing up blood over yours and Prompto’s shirts, “Don’t be, I’m happy I got to see you again, you turned out amazing.” You turned to the other’s approaching you, “Prince, I want to thank you too, all of you for helping my big brother, please keep watching after him.”

Prompto gasped, as he felt your grip on his hand tighten as you winced in pain, “Y/n, please, just hold on a little longer.”

You shook your head “You don’t need this, you don’t need me.”

“Y/n.”

You laugh, staring at those blue eyes before you tears falling to your face, only to realize that they were mixing with your own, you hadn’t even realized you were crying, looking down to your hands clasped together next to Prompto’s heart. “Just like as kids…”

“Huh?” Prompto muttered, a watery smile on his face, as your body grew heavier.

“My hand…you use to hold it…”

Prompto laughed softly, “Yeah, to help you sleep after the exterminations,…”

“They said…we were born holding hands.” You giggled, your eyes becoming heavy, “I’m getting sleepy, Prompto.”

Prompto fidgeted softly, wanting to move, but not jostle you any more due to the bleeding wound, “Please, don’t…”

Prompto watched as your eyes slowly faded, tucking your head into his chest, a smile on your lips, as your hold on his hand loosened. Wrapping both hands around your body, Prompto held you tightly, listening as you took your last breath, and held you much longer.