#Gladiolus Imagine

[joeyisaprincess]

Hi how are you? May I request something with ff characters of your choice going to a haunted house thing for Halloween and the reader is just chill about the whole thing because they experience weird shit of the paranormal and supernatural a few times a week and are kind of used to it?

Noctis

Everybody's gangster until the person in the Walmart witch costume starts chasing them.

He's taking you to a classic Halloween attraction. An attraction that pops up every year, staffed by college students in cheap costumes, bushes covered in fake cobwebs. He takes you here because he knows you're in tune with the paranormal, and he wants to sleep later. He's not about to encounter Real Shit because of you.

Despite how cheesy and predictable the whole situation is? Noctis still gets scared. At first, he walks with his hand on the small of your back. By the end of the date, he's sweating and grabbing the back of your shirt.

At the end of the tour, when he thinks he's safe? A man in a zombie costume pops around a corner and shrieks at you guys. Noctis, who has years of combat training, slaps him. It's not even a strong slap. The actor breaks character, doubled over laughing while Noctis stares into the distance.

Prompto

You'd think he'd be scared, but he's relatively okay.

He's most likely to take you somewhere highly interactive. You walk away with a cute picture of you guys with an actor in a high quality, terrifying costume. He's trying to get them to break character and laugh.

Everyone misunderstands Prompto. He's not a fan of being scared when he isn't expecting it. If he's going to a haunted house, he's excited and laughing through screams. Prompto's beef is with Real Life terror, like when you point out a spirit in a cave or some bizarre shit.

He might point to a person in a ghost costume and ask, "Do you know them?"

Ignis

The most scared. Which makes no sense, because he's seen horrifying things in real life.

Ignis doesn't believe in the paranormal in the way that a man in a world where daemons and magic exist should. He's taking you to tour a house that claims it's really haunted.

He's fine at first, but it's really easy to unnerve him. You stare at a corner for a long time, because you see an unattended little girl staring at you. You mention to Ignis that you should find her parents. Ignis does not see the girl. A minute later, she runs up and hugs him, and he complains that it's gotten really cold.

Ignis might leave the house terrified, but he doesn't let on that he's scared. You can only tell because he's got a death grip on your hand. Later that night, you catch him googling how to make sure spirits stay out of your home.

Gladio

His goal is to somehow freak you out.

Gladio takes you to a high quality attraction. The focus is on slasher horror. Ghosts don't spook the ghost whisperer, he figures, so I'm going to see her get spooked by a guy with a bloody chainsaw.

You honestly take this opportunity to fuck with him. In the middle of the tour, you pause and pretend to have a conversation with a ghost. You're really playing up the fact that his costume is "really lifelike," and "is making you nauseous from the smell." Gladio can't see or smell shit (because nothing is there), and now he's mad he can't scare you.

At the end of the tour, as you slide into his car, it's a spider on the windshield that gets both of you to lose your minds. It's huge, and Gladio turns on the wipers to knock it off. There's silence when you realize the spider is on the inside of the car.

[indigosuvi]

Giving Flowers

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 503 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist | Tag List

You'd be surprised to know that, despite Gladiolus being good with people. He had never been given flowers. He didn't mind, and he hadn't really noticed before.

When you met him, you noticed that his name was a type of flower. You both took the time to get to know one another. Gladiolus continued with his usual behavior of flirting, talking, and giving gifts to you. Nothing ever went further for him before. You had planned to give him flowers as soon as you could. You just had to find the perfect ones and the perfect time to give them to you. He was always good at having conversations and interacting with people. Yet, one day, you found the gladiolus flower, and you handed it to him with a smile.

He looked at you and smiled back, taking them from you and thanking you. He didn't say anything else as he looked at them. A smile still remained. The friendly and talkative man was once at a loss for words.

“They're gladiolus.” You said.

He blinked and chuckled. Of course, you would find something with his name. He had never realized it before. He knew, but he just didn't think of it. He still remained silent, holding the flowers.

“Thank you.” He said as he looked at you.

“Have you ever been given flowers before?”

“No, actually, I haven't. These are beautiful.”

He felt slightly bad that he hadn't gotten you anything in return. You didn't mind.

“How do I care for them?”

“Just change the water every so often and cut the stems at an angle. It will help the water be absorbed.”

He nodded. He had never been given flowers before, and he didn't know the first thing about taking care of them. He would try his best, though. They were flowers in a vase. They wouldn't last long anyway, but with the information that you gave him, they would last a little bit longer. He seemed happy with the flowers, and he was. Maybe next time you would give him flowers that he could plant at his house. He did love nature and camping.

“They should last about a week.”

He nodded. “Thank you again.”

“You're welcome.”

He would make sure that they were safe as he drove them home. He wasn't sure the best place to put them. However, he decided that the nightstand by his bed would be a good place. He would get to see them as he woke up and when he went to sleep at night. He wouldn't forget who had given them to him, and when he wasn't busy, he'd take the time to admire them, smiling as he thought about you. He would think of a plan to give you something as beautiful as what you had given him. He didn't have to repay you. You didn't mind giving him things. However, he didn't think he had given you anything as nice as you had to him. You deserve something better, something pretty...

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[animelovelover123]

Noctis and Reader having sex in their tent while trying to stay quiet. Not wanting to wake any of the other guys up. OOP-

Hope you don’t mind that I added some characters and changed the scenario for most, but I put Noctis first and made it the exact scenario you were hoping for, so you can only read him if you want.

Pairings: Noctis, Prompto, Ignis, Gladio, Lunafreya, Aranea, Ardyn, and Regis x Reader

Disclaimer: Though it is fun to imagine having sex/foreplay in these situations, public sex is often illegal. And, even if no charges are pressed, if the people around you find out, they can become uncomfortable or even disturbed. I advise not doing such things publicly for everyone's safety and comfort.

Trigger Warnings: Some forced restraint and covering of mouth.

FF XV x Reader Sneaky Sex

Noctis

“Shh, I know, I know, stay calm.” Noctis instructed from behind you, his voice both patient sympathy and stressed whisper, as he paused his movements. He had only got the head of his cock in but you were already whimpering. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Noctis fingered you for a good while to loosen you and get you used to keeping quiet so as not to disturb Gladio, who was sleeping a mere feet from you. Prompto and Ignus were also in the tent, though hidden by Gladio’s large frame, so you had to listen closely to know if they were awoken by your movements. It was lucky that Noctis’ bag, with lube and condoms, had been so close by and you had snuck into the prince’s sleeping bag without rousing the others from their sleep. That didn’t stop the nerves of the moment.

“Can I keep going?” Noctis asked. Once you gave the signal, he started pushing deeper, making it feel like the air in your lungs was slowly being forced out. Once fully in, Noctis stilled again, hugging you close as he spooned you. “You feel so good.” Noctis moaned into your ear.

It didn’t take long for him to start moving. Not wanting to draw too much attention, he kept to slow, shallow thrusts. Even then, with each movement came the soft rustling sound of the sleeping bag, Noctis’ panting breath, and occasionally a squelching sound from the lubrication. He pressed his face against your back to try to muffle his own sounds, but very quickly he felt his climax approaching. One of his hands slid down your stomach to play with your sex, his hand and fingers moving as fast and aggressively as they could without moving his whole arm.

The sounds you two were emitting were soft like they were happening the next room over in a cheap hotel. It was enough to not wake anyone else. At least up until you both came. You were the first to tumble over the edge and had the foresight to quickly cover your mouth. Noctis, however, let out a sharp whimper as he finished, releasing his seed into the condom where you can still feel its heat.

This sharp, almost pained sound got Gladio to sit up quickly.

“What’s happening?” He asked, groggy and eyes not yet adjusted to the dark, but ready to jump into action to defend his friends if need be. He sat alert until his eyes adjusted and he could look around. Ignis and Prompto were fine, and you and Noctis? Well, it looks like you snuck into his sleeping bag, which made Gladio scoff in amusement. With eyes closed and no movement, you both seemed to be sleeping soundly as you cuddled. “Someone must have made a noise in their sleep.” Gladio decided before lying down once again, letting his eyes fall closed once again.

Noctis was too scared to say anything, but as a form of communication, to show his affection, praise for your acting, and your camaraderie in this shared secret, he kissed the back of your neck.

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

I’ll be honest, I really like this kink in stories. So stressful and naughty. I am going to have a lot of fun with these.

Prompto

“Alright, I got my camera, I’m ready to go,” Prompto says as he walks up to where you had asked him to meet you early in the morning. “What did you want me to capture?”

The poor boy had no idea what you had planned nor was he ready. The first couple touches and kisses, he, though bashfully, accepted with a giddy smile. But then you reached for his belt and sank to your knees.

“W-what are you doing? Wait, but we’re out in the open! Ya, I know we are in the bush and there's a waterfall, but what if we get caught? What if- aaAHaaa~” Promto’s whole body twitches when you take him into your mouth.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself. One hand clutches his camera while his other rotates between clutching the rock behind him, his clothes, his hair, and covering his mouth. He occasionally reaches for your hair but can’t bring himself to grab you, as if you were far too good for him to even touch. Part of him says he should stop you, but you felt so good~. Your mouth was so warm, your tongue dragged against the underside of his dick perfectly, and the way you would sometimes look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, it left Prompto barely able to function.

Is this what you wanted him to take pictures of? How beautiful you were when gifting him with a blowjob? Prompto tried to aim his camera to get a good shot, leaning back over the rock to get you in frame, but he was far too shaky. If he did take a photo, it would come out blurry. There was one brief moment, though. When you skillfully bring him to a climax and his body tenses up, he stills and his grip on his camera tightens enough to press down the shutter button, though the sound of it going off is drowned out by his squeaky cry of bliss.

Thankfully, you both made sure to check his camera before returning to the group to make sure you move any compromising shots to a different SD card for… private viewing and so your secret escapade did not get revealed to your friends. Prompto, however, gave it away by how he walked back like a newborn fawn taking its first steps.

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

Poor sweety Prompto, it makes me want to dominate him.

Ignis

You were napping in the back of the Regalia, as you often did, while the others set up camp a good 100 meters into the brush. They had even been kind enough to get the windows tinted last time they were at Hammerhead so it was dark and cooler for you. Ignis had returned to the car to pick up a forgotten cooking pan and check in on you. It should have been a quick trip, but it had been over 15 minutes, so Noctis went to check.

“Hey Ignis!” Noctis called as he came up to the Regalia.

“Yes, your highness?” Ignis replied in his usual professional way. He stood on the opposite side of the car with the door open and hands on the car roof, meaning that Noctis could only see him from chest up.

“Everything alright? Did you find the pan?”

“I did indeed.” Ignis only reached his hand down and somehow retrieved the cooking utensil. He lifted it for Noctis to see, then gently tossed it over. “Unfortunately, our companion is feeling ill. I will be late returning as I check them over.”

“Damn, alright then. Hope you feel better soon, feel free to rest as long as you need.” Noctis called out to you.

You go to respond, but all that comes out is a groan as Ignis bucks his hips, causing his cock to bottom out inside you. Thankfully, that was enough of a response to satisfy Noctis, who soon after returned to the campsite. Once gone, Ignis let out a sigh, his hands coming up to rest atop the roof of the Regalia for a moment to regain composure before leaning down and back into the car. Each and every movement he made dragged his arousal in and out of you just a bit, enough to get your blood pumping but nowhere near satisfying enough.

“That was quite the scare, my dear,” Ignis said as he leaned over you. You were face down, knees on the cushioned door sill, chest pressed into the leather seats, and rear in the air. “Let us be quick. I would hate to be caught in such a compromising position,” He grinds into you, making him groan deeply and his muscles tense. “but I can’t seem to tear myself away from you.”

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Funnily enough, when I first played ffxv I imagined all the main boys and sneaky sex scenarios but never bothered to write them down. This is the only one I remember.

(　´Α｀)

Gladio

“The meteor is a chunk of their planet that got thrown into space when they destroyed their world.”

“But how could they survive the trip across outer space on a hunk of rock?”

“They didn’t.”

Noctis, Prompto, and Iris sat on the floor, eyes glued to the screen, invested in the movie. Ignis was teaching, though his mind seemed to be elsewhere as he did not react much to reveals and action scenes. As for you and Gladio? You two were sitting in the back of the group on the couch with a large blanket wrapped around you both as you played a dangerous game.

“How you holding up, baby? Not falling asleep, I hope.” Gladio said in a practiced, relaxed tone, his words vague enough so that if anyone but you heard, they would think nothing of it. He hoped he could get you to speak and break composure, awarding him the victory. The trap was set, and if you fell for it, the two fingers already inside you would stab at your sensitive spot. His arm was around your back and you leaned together in just a way that he could reach your whole but with the blanket as a cover, it looked like you two were simply cuddling.

Your hand was wrapped around his rock-hard length, stroking it in a slow motion to both keep the sound down and offer pleasure, but nowhere near enough to satisfy the King’s Shield. You have already caught him bucking his hips up occasionally into your hand. In response to his trap, you drag a nail along the underside of his cock. The mix of pleasure and a bit of pain made Gladio take in a gruff gasp.

His eyes go wide and he glances at the others to see if they noticed, but no one even looked back at you and him.

“You’re playing with fire now, baby,” Galdo growled into your ear. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers from your needy hole and grabbed your hips. He began to lift you and bring you closer. “Why don’t you sit on my lap then~”

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Weirdly enough, this was the hardest for me to write, not for lack of ideas, but for too many. You two could fuck in the forest, while camping, in a cave, in an ally, during a festival in Lestallum, in a movie theater. I started writing some of these, but would get a paragraph or two in before deciding I liked a different idea better. I’m happy with my choice though, even if it took a while for me to land on it.

Also, anyone catch what movie the gang is watching?

Lunafreya

Luna’s eyes gently flutter open and are met with a vast field of blue. The countless sylleblossoms around her made it look like she was submerged in shallow water. When she sat up a bit straighter, she felt that her head was a bit heavier than usual. When she turned to look at you, who sat behind her with a bundle of blooms in your hand, she knew what you had been doing to entertain yourself while she rested.

“Braiding flowers into my hair again? You do so enjoy that, don’t you? Though I suppose I should not be leaving myself susceptible to you.” Luna chuckled. “Yet, is this not what I have been gifted? My prayers and wishes granted; I have added the True King in driving the darkness from our stars, rid the world of the dreaded scourge, and now that my calling is fulfilled I am free to live the life I dreamed of,” Luna gracefully turns around to face you, her legs tucked under her in an ever proper position. “to be with the one I love.” She leans a bit forward, a shy, tentative request to be touched. When you do touch her, your hands wandering and your lips pressing against her warm skin, she gasps and shudders.

Was this truly alright? Did she truly deserve this? As she had seen the King of Kings complete his quest, the starscourge gone, and the gods resting again, there was not much left for the oracle to do. So then…

“Would you embrace me?” Luna asks you breathlessly, her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes half-lidded. “I have been waiting for this moment, for you, for so very long. I feared I would never get to see you again. So please, dispel the rest of my doubt and let us finally become one in heart, soul, and body.”

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

I kind of cut out before the sneaky sex happened, but I just watched Luna’s goodbye scene again and I am in pain. I just want to see the poor girl happy and free from her burdens. She is so sweet and pure yet strong, I love her.

Aranea

“Ah, what a rush!” Aranea pants as she rips off her faceguard.

“Another great showen there capin’. Betcha princy boy couldn’t have done it without ya.” Biggs said as he welcomed Aranea back onto her ship. Aranea offered a humored, proud scoff as she entered.

“Where’s my pretty little thing?” She asks, mind set on how she wanted to release the rest of her adrenaline.

“There on stalk duty, held up in the storage room,” Wedge answered, straight forward and clear like always.

“Right, thanks.” Aranea made a beeline for the storage room where you were. You barely have time to stop your writing and look over at her before she invades your space. “Come here, baby.” She throws her faceguard aside, grabs you by the back of the neck, and crashes your lips together. She is ravenous, rolling her body against yours and nipping at your bottom lip. “Gods, I need this.” She breathes as she grabs your clipboard and throws it behind her somewhere. One of her legs jutted out to push between your legs. Her hand on your neck drags down your chest and reaches for the hem of your top while her free hand plants itself on the wall behind you, trapping you in place. “I can’t wait till the next hotel, so try to keep it down for me, won't you, sweetheart?”

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

This one is short, but I also feel like she is such a girlboss that she doesn’t need a buildup, you know? She just goes in and gets shit done.

Also, doesn’t matter if you are a girl, boy, or whatever else, she is on top.

Ardyn

You sat at the long table, an important meeting going on around you, but you could barely hear it over how drowsy you were. You had scrambled out of bed mere minutes ago, throwing on whatever clothes were closest, after waking up far later than intended. Your “kind” lover, Ardyn, had turned off your alarm to let you rest a bit longer after the intense night he had given you, having “forgotten” the early morning meeting today. The way he always had that smile on his face, though, gave the impression that he knew what he had done.

At least you had made it to the meeting in time and could pretend to pay attention as you try to-

Suddenly, your underwear started vibrating, the epicenter coming from a tiny egg-shaped object pressed against the most sensitive part of your sex. Your body reacted before your sense of propriety could stop you from drawing attention to yourself.

“Do you have something to say?” Ravus asked, his glare piercing. The vibration slowed enough to let you decline before it shot up in intensity again.

“Apologies,” said Ardyn, who sat in the chair beside yours. He placed a hand on your thigh and patted it. “My beloved received quite the injury in their last training session and is still recovering.” Then, with the obstruction of the table blocking others’ view, Ardyn slid his hand up your inner thigh until it reached your crotch, where he pressed the tiny egg-shaped vibrator harder against you. “I assure you, they can stay for the rest of the meeting.” He flashed you that smile, charming, knowing, and smug all at once.

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

Ardyn being a smug little shit pisses me off and makes me love him all the same time.

Regis

You and your husband, Regis, lie on the large couches on the observation deck of the small yacht, looking up at the stars. You two, along with Noctis, his friends, and Luna, were all enjoying a trip together to celebrate a mix of things. The destruction of the Starscourge, the return of the light, Noctis and Luna’s upcoming wedding, and you and Regis renewing your vows. The youngsters were below deck, still full of life and partying while you and Regis came here for some peace and privacy.

“I have dreamed of this, the world and all those I love being at peace. I can hardly believe it’s real.” Regis sighs, his expression one of tired relief, years of struggle and dwindling hope forever etched into his face as creases and wrinkles. “I spent years fearing what I would lose,” He turns onto his side, gently grabs your hips, and pulls you close. “and now that all is well, I wish to shower you in the love and care still in this weathered body of mine. The affection of which I fear I have neglected to give in my years of worry. If you would still have me.”

Regis held you gently, but even as he moved slowly, each actions were done with passion. The way his lips pressed against yours, his facial hair scratching against you, was filled with love. The way his hands, soft and scar-covered, caressed you was like you were a blessed treasure. And the pleasure he gave you was but a small part of how he wanted to repay you for your patience, loyalty, and love despite all the trials you two faced together. Between kisses and thrusts, he spoke of his adoration for you, his guilt for causing you strife, and his fear that he was not worthy of the life he now enjoyed. Regis lay himself bare before you and you alone, as you were the only one who got to see him without his regal poise and fatherly maturity. You got to see him vulnerable, scared, and needy.

“Hey Dad!” Came Noctis’ voice, sounding a bit drunk, from below deck. “Where are you?”

You and Regis look over at the door, and for but a second that seemed to last minutes, you saw the faces of Ignis and Gladiolus. They turn away quickly though and make their way back below deck. You can hear them talking.

“Let’s head back downstairs.”

“What? Why? What’s up Ignis?”

“Nothing a squirt like you should worry about.”

“What about Noct’s dad?”

“His highness is predisposed at the moment.”

“Can I go see my dad?”

“Can’t let you do that, prince.”

“Hey, Gladio, let me go!”

“I’m trying to preserve your innocence for your honeymoon.”

“What?”

Regis held still, listening as the noises of his son and his friends faded away. He then turned to you.

“Are you alright my love?” His first thought was you, then it started to race with how this could affect the war. But then, remembering where he was and what had happened, he laughed. It was jovial, light, and free.

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

Dante from Devil May Cry got me into older fictional men and by god I can’t, nor will I, stop!

[cup1d-ends-here]

Heat Between the Lines | Gladio x Reader Smut

Summary: You and Gladio have been going back and forth for weeks. The heat gets to you both and you have to sort it out.

Warnings: smut, swearing, jealousy

Word Count: 7.3k

The Regalia was silent, save for the low thrum of the engine and the breeze running through your hair.

You sat in the back, wedged between Prompto, who’d thankfully passed out with his head against the door, and Gladio, whose thigh had been pressed against yours for the last two hours.

Two hours.

Two hours of stolen glances, that stupid smirk he gave you when you caught him looking, and the slow burn crawling up your spine every time your knees bumped on a sharp turn.

You swore the man was doing it on purpose.

"Hot there?" Gladio’s voice was low, teasing.

You didn’t look at him. "It’s summer. Of course it’s hot."

He chuckled. "Didn’t mean the weather."

You definitely didn’t look at him then.

"Maybe if you didn't man-spread I'd have more room to air out," You scoffed at him and Gladio chuckled deeply.

"Sorry, babe, it's not my fault I have big ba-"

Ignis cleared his throat from the front seat. "We’ll be arriving soon. Best prepare for nightfall. We’ll need to make camp before we get too close to the nest."

“Great,” Noct muttered, eyes still half-lidded behind his shades. “I could sleep for a week.”

“I could eat for a week,” Prompto said, somehow awake again. “Please tell me we have Cup Noodles.”

You blinked at the window, trying to will your pulse to slow. Almost there. Then you could breathe again. Maybe.

Or maybe not.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The fire crackled, throwing long, golden shadows across the edge of the clearing. The tents were pitched, bellies full, the rest of the guys already turning in.

You sat outside a while longer, poking at the fire with a stick, lost in thought — until you heard his footsteps behind you.

"You always this quiet after a hunt?"

You glanced up. Gladio stood just behind you, firelight licking up his skin like it wanted to taste him too. He was shirtless, of course he was. A towel slung over one shoulder from the nearby stream.

“I’m tired,” you lied.

He stepped around the fire, crouching next to you. "Bullshit."

Your eyes met, and that was the worst mistake yet. His gaze was heavy, searching, like he knew.

"You keep looking at me like you want something,” he said, voice low, rough. “But then you keep pulling away."

You swallowed. “You’re imagining things.”

"Am I?"

His hand found your knee. You didn’t stop him.

"I don’t do casual," you whispered, voice breaking before you could stop it.

"And I don’t start something I can’t finish," he said.

Silence stretched, and then—

"Then why haven’t you started?" you said.

That was all it took.

Gladio leaned in, one hand braced in the dirt beside your thigh, the other coming up to brush your cheek. You thought he might kiss you, finally, but instead he whispered against your skin:

"You’re the one holding the match. Just say the word."

Gladio’s breath lingered against your skin. Your heart pounded, hands twitching with the urge to grab his face and just do something about it already.

You parted your lips.

"Gladio, I—"

“Dinner is ready,” came Ignis’ calm, precise voice from behind you — far too close for comfort.

You jumped like you’d been caught doing something illegal.

Gladio, to his credit, didn’t even flinch. He sighed, low and long, like it physically hurt to be interrupted. “Timing’s a goddamn art form with you, Specs.”

Ignis raised a single brow. “Forgive me for fulfilling my role as camp cook. We can’t all make a meal out of tension and unfinished sentences.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Great. Now everyone knew.

As Gladio stood, stretching to his full height, Ignis added casually, “Also—slight tenting issue.”

You blinked. “Tenting issue?”

Ignis adjusted his glasses. “There was a pole missing from the extra tent. Noctis insisted it’d be fine sharing with you two. So. You’ll be bunking with him tonight.”

You stared.

“Sharing. A tent.”

“With Noctis.”

“Correct.”

Gladio ran a hand through his hair, clearly holding back a groan. “Hope His Highness doesn’t mind a little heat.”

You elbowed him. Hard.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The smell of Ignis’s stew filled the camp like a promise. Savory, rich, and comforting. It pulled everyone in, even the ones who barely had energy to sit up straight.

You took a seat across from Prompto, who was already halfway through his first bowl and making dramatic sounds of delight.

“No offence to every diner in Lucis,” he said, mouth full, “but Specs could make Cup Noodles taste gourmet.”

Ignis didn’t look up from his bowl. “I have.”

Gladio sat beside you again, of course. His arm brushed yours as he leaned forward to grab the ladle, then stayed just close enough to make your nerves fray like overused thread.

You didn’t move away. Neither did he.

Noctis sat nearby, poking lazily at his stew. “We making a plan for the daemon nest tomorrow?”

“After dessert,” Prompto said, lifting his bowl dramatically. “This deserves my full focus.”

You tried to focus too — on anything but the heat of Gladio’s thigh next to yours, or the way your knee kept bumping his under the table. That little moment earlier at the fire still lingered in your blood, sticky and unresolved.

Gladio ate slow, quiet for once. You caught him glancing at you over the rim of his bowl more than once. Like he wanted to say something.

Prompto noticed, of course.

“So…” Prompto said with a sly smile, gaze bouncing between the two of you. “Anyone else feel like the temperature around here jumped a bit since sundown?”

You stiffened.

Ignis didn’t miss a beat. “Campfires tend to generate heat. Shocking, I know.”

Prompto grinned. “Sure, sure. Couldn’t possibly be tension or anything.”

Noctis raised an eyebrow, finally engaged. “Tension?”

You tried to drink from your cup and nearly choked.

Gladio, unbothered, leaned back with a smirk and threw his arm along the back of your chair. “Prompto’s got a wild imagination. Doesn’t know the difference between weather and body heat.”

You gave him a sharp look. He just smirked deeper.

Ignis cleared his throat. “Regardless, finish eating. We’ll be waking early — and you three will be sharing the main tent.”

“I could sleep under the stars,” you offered quickly. Too quickly.

“No,” Gladio said at the exact same time as Ignis.

The silence that followed was thick.

Prompto snorted into his stew.

“You okay sharing, Noct?” you asked, trying to play it cool.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “Just try not to kill each other in your sleep.”

“Or worse,” Prompto whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

Gladio’s hand settled on your lower back as he stood to clear his bowl. You flinched — not from the touch, but from how much you didn’t want to move away from it.

He leaned down as he passed behind you and murmured near your ear, “still your move, sweetheart.”

You sat frozen, cheeks burning hotter than the stew.

And of course, Prompto noticed that too.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

After dinner, the sky deepened into a thick navy hue, and the stars blinked into view overhead. The fire crackled low now, reduced to embers. The others had already retreated to their tents, Ignis to his pristine setup, Prompto curled up with a blanket half off his face in the Chocobo-stamped tent nearby.

You stood awkwardly just outside the large tent you were sharing. The flap was open. Inside, a sleeping bag on each side, and one in the middle.

Of course.

Noctis was already sprawled across his, half-changed into a ratty old t-shirt and sweats, blinking up at the roof like he was trying to disappear. “I call left side,” he mumbled.

“That’s not how shared spaces work,” you said, stepping in. He didn’t move. Gladio ducked in behind you, ducking slightly to fit through the flap — shirt already off, because of course it was. You tried not to stare. Failed. Looked down.

“Middle’s mine,” he said simply, tossing his jacket off into the corner and kicking off his boots.

Your jaw dropped. “Why the middle?”

“Because Noct’s dead weight and you toss like a storm at sea. I’ll survive between you.”

You tossed a pillow at him. “You just want to crowd both of us.”

He caught it easily and threw it onto his bag. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Noctis rolled over and muttered into his pillow, “Can you two flirt more quietly? Some of us are trying to pretend we’re already asleep.”

You flushed. “We’re not flirting.”

Gladio raised an eyebrow at you — and said absolutely nothing. The silence was louder than words.

You knelt to unzip your bag and changed into your sleep shirt under your blanket, trying to move fast and not make a scene of it. Your limbs felt too warm. Too aware. Gladio’s presence radiated like a hearth behind you.

By the time you slipped into your bag, he was already lying down, arms folded behind his head, gaze fixed on the canvas ceiling.

You were so close.

Close enough to feel the heat of his skin through the sleeping bags.

Close enough that one small shift in your sleep would have your hand landing across his chest.

He let out a slow breath, voice low enough that only you could hear:

“You always this jumpy when someone lies next to you?”

Your throat went dry. “Only when they look like you.”

His head turned toward you, slow.

And there it was again — that look. Molten, deliberate, full of something that felt dangerous to touch. You held it. You shouldn’t have.

But you did.

Noctis coughed pointedly. “Still here, you know.”

You broke the stare, curling in on your side. “Goodnight, Your Highness.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled.

You closed your eyes. You didn’t sleep.

Not really.

Not with Gladio’s breath so steady beside you, not with the phantom feeling of his hand almost brushing yours between your bags, not with the fire in your chest that refused to die out.

Not with the memory of his words: Still your move, sweetheart.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

You weren’t sure what woke you.

The wind had died down, the air inside the tent still and warm. Noctis snored softly a few feet away, wrapped like a burrito in his sleeping bag. The camp was quiet — but your heart wasn’t. It hadn’t slowed down once since you lay down beside Gladio.

You’d rolled onto your back sometime in the night, the thin barrier of your sleeping bag twisted low around your hips. The material clung to your skin, warm and uncomfortable. You turned your head slightly—and caught Gladio already looking at you.

He hadn’t slept either.

His eyes were half-lidded, gold in the moonlight bleeding through the canvas, sharp even in the dark. You could barely breathe.

“You’re awake,” you whispered.

“So are you,” he murmured, voice low and rough like gravel underfoot. “Didn’t think you were gonna sleep with all that tension between us.”

You tried to laugh it off, but it came out as a shaky exhale. “This is a really bad idea.”

“I know.”

His hand slid across the space between your bags — slow, deliberate — and settled on your hip. You sucked in a breath, the heat of it lighting a fuse straight through you.

“You gonna stop me?” he asked, voice just above a breath, his palm dragging slowly up your waist.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t want to.

Instead, you shifted toward him, the sound of fabric whispering under your movement. His hand flattened against your side, drawing you close until your noses nearly brushed.

“Gladio,” you breathed.

“I’ve been patient,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “but you’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

“I noticed,” you said, and your hand found his chest — solid, warm, steady under your palm.

“Then do something about it.”

And gods help you, you did.

You leaned in, finally, letting your lips find his in the dark. It was slow at first — a testing kind of kiss — but he didn’t stay soft for long. He gripped your waist and pulled you in hard against him, kissing you like he’d waited years. Like it would never be enough.

Your hands tangled in his hair, in the sheets, in anything that could anchor you to reality. Every sound had to be bitten back, every breath stolen through the kiss. His mouth moved to your jaw, then your neck, each brush of his lips stoking the fire higher.

“Still think this is a bad idea?” he murmured against your throat.

“Absolutely,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Then we better make it worth it.”

He rolled on top of you, slow and careful to avoid waking Noct — but that hardly softened the weight of him pressing you down, the feeling of skin and heat and tension finally breaking loose. Your legs wrapped around his thick waist, breath hitching as your hips met his—

“—Hey.”

You both froze.

Noctis groaned groggily from the other side of the tent. “If you’re gonna do that, leave the tent. Some of us are trying to sleep.”

You slapped a hand over your face.

Gladio just laughed, low and unrepentant. “Guess that’s my cue to take you outside.”

“You’re not taking me outside!”

Gladio grinned like the bastard he was — and didn’t hesitate. His thick arms wrapped around your back and beneath your knees before you could stop him, the motion so fast and smooth you let out a surprised yelp as he stood up, hauling you right off your sleeping bag like you weighed nothing.

“Put me down, you fucker!” you hissed, trying to squirm out of his grip as he shoved open the tent flap with one arm.

“Language, sweetheart,” he said, barely keeping his voice down. “There’s royalty present.”

“You are so dead—”

“Mmhm.”

You thumped your fist against his shoulder as he carried you past the campfire, now reduced to soft embers. The cold air bit at your skin, but he was warm and solid and infuriatingly smug beneath your hands. You weren’t exactly struggling hard.

“You’re gonna wake Ignis,” you snapped.

“Too late for that. I’m pretty sure Noctis already did.”

“You’re gonna wake Prompto.”

Gladio barked out a laugh. “Pretty sure he’s rooting for us.”

You opened your mouth to argue — and then shut it as he turned off the path and into the trees, stepping over roots and brushing past branches like this was some casual moonlit stroll. The dim light filtered through the canopy above, throwing silver patterns over his bare chest, his arms tight around you, his grin unshakable.

Your pulse was chaos.

Finally, he stopped. A small clearing, soft moss underfoot. Still within earshot of the camp — just enough to be reckless.

He didn’t let you down.

Instead, he lowered you slow, your back grazing the bark of a tree as he caged you in with one arm braced beside your head. His hips pressed into yours, heat blazing through your sleepwear, his face barely an inch from yours.

“Comfy?” he asked, voice low and rough.

You stared at him, chest heaving. “You’re insane.”

“You didn’t say no.”

Your fingers slid up his sides, slow, and hooked into his waistband. “That’s because I hate how much I want this.”

“Good,” he growled, leaning in to kiss you again — slower this time, deeper. His hands mapped every inch of your body like he already knew it in a past life. His lips traveled down your jaw, your throat, your collarbone, each kiss setting your skin on fire.

Your back arched, hands fisting in his hair, your mind somewhere between “this is so wrong” and “please don’t stop.”

When he lifted his head again, his eyes were molten. “Say the word and I’ll take you apart right here.”

You bit your lip.

“Do it,” you whispered , breathless, needy, not even pretending anymore.

Gladio didn’t hesitate.

His mouth crashed into yours, not gentle this time, not patient. It was hunger, full and raw, weeks of tension, of brushes and banter and heat and almost , breaking all at once. His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you, pinning your back against the rough bark of the tree as your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, dragging a low groan from his chest as he kissed you deeper, teeth catching your lower lip. He tasted like smoke and fire and something sweeter, like you’d already ruined him just by saying yes.

He kissed down your neck, biting softly at your pulse, and your head fell back with a gasp. The night air was cool, but his hands were fire on your skin, dragging under your sleep shirt, tracing your ribs, your sides, every inch of you like he wanted to memorize it.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured against your throat. “So many times.”

“Me too,” you admitted, voice shaking. “So much it drove me insane.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you — his expression dark, full of something dangerously close to affection.

“Good,” he said, hoarse. “Then I won’t hold back.”

You didn’t want him to.

Clothes became obstacles, tugged and shoved and half-removed in the rush. You moaned into his mouth when he finally pressed against you fully, no layers left between you — every part of you aching with how close he was. How much you’d needed this.

And gods, he felt so good — his hands on your hips, his breath warm in your ear, his body pushing you higher with every slow, grinding motion. He took his time, savoring every sound you made, every shiver, every whispered plea.

“Look at me,” he said lowly, forehead against yours, eyes locked to yours even as he rocked into you. “I want to see you.”

And you did, held his gaze through every rising wave, lost in the heat and pressure and the way he touched you like you were something sacred and wild all at once.

You felt yourself coming apart, breath hitching, nails biting into his shoulders. And when it finally hit, sharp and overwhelming and perfect, he held you through it, kissing you like you were the last thing left in the world.

He wasn’t far behind, groaning your name into your neck like it was a prayer he couldn’t stop saying.

The quiet after was almost louder than the act itself.

You were still wrapped around him, both of you panting, foreheads pressed together, hands trembling slightly in each other’s hair.

“Still think this was a bad idea?” he whispered.

You swallowed hard. “Definitely.”

He laughed, warm, low, and satisfied. “Good.”

“...You’re gonna have to carry me back, you know.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

You could barely catch your breath as Gladio gently set you back on your feet after that moment of sheer heat. Your skin felt flushed and electrified, every inch of you hyperaware of what just happened.

His chest heaved in tandem with yours, but he was already moving. His large hand found your wrist, pulling you with surprising care toward the edge of the clearing. The camp was still, but you could hear the faint rustling of the others, Noct’s barely audible snoring from his tent, and the faint sound of Ignis making breakfast.

"Stay close," Gladio murmured, his voice low but intense, a subtle edge of mischief threading through. He leaned down, brushing his lips over your ear, sending a shiver through your spine. "Don’t want anyone waking up just yet."

You nodded, still trying to regain some semblance of control over your body. Every step was unsteady, your legs still sore and a little wobbly, but you forced yourself to keep up.

You both moved quietly, too quietly, as Gladio pulled you deeper into the trees. The moonlight filtered through the canopy above, making the shadows feel like they were closing in. Your heart pounded in your chest as you finally saw the entrance to the tent ahead.

“Almost there,” Gladio muttered, his grip on your waist tightening, but in a way that made you feel like the only thing between him and losing control was a hair’s breadth.

The closer you got, the harder it was to pretend this wasn’t all far too obvious. But you were too close to the finish line now. Just a few more steps.

“Careful,” you warned in a barely audible whisper, hoping your feet wouldn’t betray you.

“Don’t worry,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ve got this.”

When you reached the tent, you exhaled — but the relief was short-lived. You turned to him, eyes wide, and he held a finger up to his lips, signaling you to be quiet.

He crouched, slipping inside the tent first and then reaching out for you. You hesitated, eyes darting back toward the campfire, but then you took his hand and slipped inside, the fabric of the tent closing softly behind you.

The tent was still warm from earlier, the dim light of the morning filtering in through the small gaps. Noctis was still snoring lightly a few feet away, blissfully unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you lowered yourself back onto the sleeping bag. Gladio followed suit, carefully unzipping his jacket and letting it fall beside him.

For a moment, it was just the two of you — silent, hearts pounding, as the night’s events still lingered heavily in the air.

But then you heard a low, grumbling voice from the other side of the tent.

“…I know what you two were up to.”

It was Noctis.

You shot a panicked look at Gladio, who just smirked, leaning back with a cocky grin.

“Ignis is gonna kill us,” you muttered, your heart sinking as you heard the sounds of movement from Noctis’ side of the tent.

“Nope.” Gladio chuckled low in his chest, leaning in toward you, his face just inches from yours. “You’re my problem now.”

Before you could respond, you heard Noctis’ voice again, this time with a faint chuckle.

“I’m just glad you two finally figured it out.”

Gladio’s grin only widened, his fingers brushing against yours once more.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice full of smug satisfaction. “Took us long enough, didn’t it?”

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The moment you stirred awake, you knew something was off. It wasn’t just the low hum of the morning; it was the distinct feel of eyes on you. Gladio was still lying next to you, his large frame stretched out in his usual relaxed manner, but your skin was burning. And not from the warmth of the tent.

You hesitated, glancing up at him. His eyes were closed, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. He knew you were both busted, but he was enjoying every second of it.

A sound from outside the tent caused your heart to skip — footsteps, and then the unmistakable sound of snickering.

The tent flap pulled back with little warning.

“Well, well, well… look who finally got some action,” came Prompto’s voice, loud and impossibly cheerful.

You froze. Nope. No way.

“Prompto!” you hissed, your face heating up as you quickly scrambled to cover yourself with the nearest blanket.

He leaned casually in the entrance, looking far too pleased with himself. “I mean, I’m glad to see you two finally took the plunge.” He gave a dramatic wink, leaning in as if to whisper to you. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. I’m not gonna tell anyone… unless I can get a free photo op.”

“Prompto, for the love of—” Gladio groaned, half-awake and still trying to pull the blanket over his head, but it was too late. The damage was done.

“Too late, man,” Prompto interrupted, practically beaming with amusement. “I saw your faces last night when you two thought nobody was watching. You guys were way too obvious.”

"You pervert!" You hissed.

“Ignore him,” Gladio mumbled, but you could see the smirk tugging at his lips, clearly enjoying the chaos.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, pulling the blanket up higher, desperate to avoid more teasing. “But seriously, if you tell anyone…”

Noctis woke up, glancing over at you both with half-lidded eyes. “You were practically screaming in the trees.”

“Noct, shut up!” You snapped, embarrassed beyond belief.

Prompto was absolutely howling now. “Oh my god, you two were loud? I knew it. I KNEW IT!”

“Shut it, Prompto!” Gladio barked, sitting up with a scowl, but even he couldn’t hide the small grin on his face. The morning-after smugness was infectious.

"Seriously," Noctis continued with a lazy smile, "at least wait until we’re asleep. It’s a little rude."

You were ready to curl up and die. “This is why I didn’t want to sneak back in here.”

Prompto jumped onto the bed with you and Gladio. “Oh, come on, you can’t be embarrassed now. We’re all friends here,” he teased, poking you in the ribs. “Now, tell me everything! How was it? Was he as good as he looks?”

“Nope.” Gladio grinned, his voice low and teasing. “Better.”

You kicked him lightly in retaliation, but it only made the whole thing worse. Ignis’ voice, cold and calculating, cut through the chaos like a knife.

“Will you all shut up already?” Ignis said, his patience clearly running out as he emerged from his tent, adjusting his glasses. “I’m trying to cook breakfast here, and you’re all making a scene.”

You managed to stammer, still covering your face in humiliation, “We didn’t do anything…”

“Sure,” Ignis said, clearly not buying it, his eyebrow arching. “And I suppose I didn’t hear the two of you sneaking back in here last night either.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, wishing the earth would just swallow you up right there.

Prompto was on the floor now, laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, I love this so much.”

“Well, at least we’re not sleeping through it like someone else,” Gladio said, poking Noctis in the side. “I don’t know how you can sleep through the noise, man.”

Noctis just waved it off with a smirk. “I’ve got a talent for it.”

“But we’re not talking about this anymore, got it?” You shot back, your face still burning, trying to shift the topic before things got even worse.

Prompto was still grinning. “Oh, we’re talking about it all day long, trust me. Just wait ‘til we get to the diner later, you two.” He waggled his eyebrows, and you could’ve sworn you saw Gladio’s smirk widen.

"Anyway," Gladio said, clearly enjoying the banter far more than you were, "you guys hungry?"

Noctis gave him an exaggerated sigh. “Are you really changing the subject right now, Gladio? After all the teasing?”

“What teasing?” Gladio chuckled. “There’s no teasing happening here. Just truth.”

You buried your face in your hands. "I can’t believe this is happening."

"Alright, we're hitting the road soon." Ignis shouts as he walks away.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The bell rang as you and the Chocobros entered a diner. It was a cozy little spot on the side of the road, always a welcome place to rest after a long trek. The atmosphere inside was inviting, the hum of conversation and the clinking of plates filling the air. But as soon as you stepped in, you felt the tension coil in your chest. You all sit down at a table and a waitress approches.

The waitress , tall, blonde, and absolutely radiating confidence, was immediately there, practically gliding over to your table like a predator circling its prey. Her eyes landed on Gladio, and you could already tell she was interested.

“Hey there, handsome,” she purred as she leaned over the table, just a bit too close to Gladio. “What can I get for you today?”

You glanced over at Gladio, who was blissfully unaware of the flirtation. He shot her a charming grin, stretching his long legs out beneath the table, looking relaxed and completely at ease.

“Prairie-style skewers, thanks,” Gladio said, his voice smooth and casual, not realising the attention he was drawing.

The waitress flashed him a smile that could’ve melted steel. "Coming right up. I’ll be sure to make it extra special for you." She lingered, eyes flicking between Gladio and you, and you felt your stomach twist.

You clenched your fists under the table, a sharp wave of jealousy washing over you. She was way too close. And Gladio—he wasn’t noticing how obvious she was being. Not at all.

“Anything else I can get for you, hon?” she added, her voice dripping with flirtation.

Before you could open your mouth to respond, a voice from across the table interrupted.

“Oh my God, again?” Prompto let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. “Gladio, you’re making it way too easy for her.”

You could see the waitress’ eyes flick to Prompto with a slight glare, but she quickly went back to focusing on Gladio.

You swallowed, trying to suppress the rising irritation in your chest. "I’ll have the skewers, too," you said, your voice sharp, the words coming out before you could stop them.

The waitress finally turned her attention to you, her gaze briefly cold, and you could feel her sizing you up, a clear sense of superiority in her eyes. You didn’t miss the way she lingered on Gladio, almost completely ignoring you as she scribbled something down. She got the others' meals as well.

“Got it,” she said before turning to walk away. The sway of her hips was way too exaggerated, and you couldn’t help but feel the frustration build inside.

As she walked off, you glared at her retreating figure, your face burning. You felt a tight knot in your stomach as you crossed your arms, doing everything you could to keep your cool.

“What’s up with you?” Gladio asked, finally noticing the shift in your mood. He was still relaxed, clearly unaware of the obvious reason you were upset. "You’ve gone quiet all of a sudden."

Prompto grinned from across the table, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Uh-oh, looks like someone’s a little jealous.”

“What? No!” You quickly shot back, your tone a little too defensive. You knew you were being obvious, but you couldn’t help it. She was all over him, and he was acting like it was nothing. It was making your blood boil.

“Don’t even try to lie, [Y/N],” Prompto teased. “I saw the way you were glaring at her. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.” He shot Gladio a wink. “But Gladio, man, I think you’ve got a bit of a fan club here.”

Noctis, who had been quietly sipping his drink, shot a knowing look your way before shrugging. “Honestly, it's not a big deal. Gladio gets hit on all the time. You should be used to it by now.”

That did not help your mood.

“Yeah, but it’s not just about the hitting on,” you muttered, trying to keep your tone steady. “It’s the way she was... hanging on him. A little too much for my liking.”

“Hey,” Gladio said, leaning forward now, his voice softer, “if it’s bothering you, I’ll make sure to keep my distance. I didn’t think it’d get to you.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat, but the green-eyed monster inside you wasn’t backing down that easily. You were still frustrated, but you couldn’t deny that Gladio was trying to make it right.

“It's not about keeping your distance,” you said, your voice quieter now, "It’s just... I don’t like the way she was acting like that with you.”

“Well,” Ignis chimed in, his voice calm but sharp as ever, “perhaps if you two were less obvious about it, no one would notice.” He adjusted his glasses and gave you both a pointed look, clearly fed up with the whole situation. “We’re trying to eat breakfast here, not make a spectacle.”

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Great, now Ignis was calling you out in front of everyone.

Before you could respond, Prompto burst out laughing, doubling over in his seat. “Honestly, this is the best thing to happen all week.”

“You’re a real pain, Prompto,” you muttered, shaking your head. "Seriously."

But Gladio just chuckled, his hand reaching over to gently squeeze yours under the table. “I get it, [Y/N]. I really do. You don’t have to worry about her. You’re the only one I’m interested in.”

You looked at him, the tension slowly starting to ease as you met his gaze. “Thanks.”

“I’d take it easy on the jealousy though,” Gladio teased, his grin returning. “It doesn’t look good on you, babe.”

“No, you’re not helping,” you muttered, though the warmth in your chest made it clear you weren’t actually mad anymore.

“Well, I think we’ve had enough fun for now,” Noctis said, his usual indifference masking the slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s just eat before we start really embarrassing ourselves.”

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The day had worn on, and the sun was beginning its descent as the group walked through the quiet town, searching for a place to relax and grab a drink. Everyone was in good spirits, though you couldn’t shake the memory of the earlier encounter. It had seemed like an endless stream of women looking Gladio up and down. It was something you'd gotten used to, but it was still grating.

You hadn’t let it show much, but now, it seemed like the universe was determined to test your patience.

You and the gang had stopped by a small, rustic bar. The mood was casual and relaxed, and everyone was enjoying a round of drinks. The guys were having a good time, joking around with each other, but your attention had wandered to the bartender, a tall, dark-haired man who had a certain... charm. You hadn't meant to notice him, but when his eyes met yours, he gave you an unmistakable once-over.

He flashed you a smile, one that seemed to linger just a little too long for your liking.

"Hey there," he greeted, voice smooth and almost seductive as he made his way over to you, leaning on the counter. "What’s a beautiful lady like you doing in a place like this?"

You gave him a polite, but tight-lipped smile, trying to keep the situation neutral. “Just enjoying the company of some friends.”

Glancing back at the Chocobros, you caught Gladio’s eye. He was mid-laugh with Prompto, but the moment his gaze met yours, something in his expression shifted. It was subtle but unmistakable—his eyes darkened slightly, his jaw setting in a tense line.

The bartender leaned in a little closer, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he addressed you again, completely ignoring the presence of your companions.

"You sure you don’t want to get away from all this noise?" he suggested, voice dripping with charm. "I could show you a better time."

At that, your patience finally snapped. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, especially not in front of Gladio. You weren’t interested in this guy in the slightest, but you weren’t going to let him flirt so shamelessly either. Before you could respond, Gladio stood up from his spot at the table, his posture stiff and his movements deliberate.

The energy shifted. You could feel it—the subtle but unmistakable possessiveness radiating off him. His footsteps were heavier as he approached, and you could feel his presence behind you like a looming shadow.

“Is there a problem here?” Gladio’s voice was deep and steady, but there was a razor’s edge to it.

The bartender straightened up immediately, visibly caught off guard by the sudden shift in atmosphere. He managed a nervous chuckle. “N-No, not at all. Just—just talking.”

You didn’t need to look at Gladio to feel the intensity building. It was like a storm brewing, his body so close now that you could feel the heat radiating from him, the barely contained tension in every muscle. You were surprised he didn’t just outright drag you away.

“Yeah, I think you should back off,” Gladio continued, his tone low and commanding. He gave the bartender a look that was so intense it could’ve set fire to the whole room. “This one’s taken.”

The bartender quickly backed away, muttering an apology under his breath, but Gladio wasn’t finished. He turned to you, his eyes full of that dark, possessive heat that sent a thrill straight through your chest.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, taking your arm and leading you away from the bar, away from the prying eyes of the others.

Once you were out of the bar, Gladio pulled you into the alleyway next to the building, his hand gripping your wrist firmly but gently enough not to hurt. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything. He just backed you up against the brick wall, the cool surface pressing against your back as he hovered in front of you.

His breath was heavy, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to read something you weren’t saying.

“I hate it when people look at you like that,” he growled, the words coming out in a rush. His face was inches from yours, his breath warm against your lips. “You don’t deserve to be treated like some prize to be won.”

You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse quicken. His anger—mixed with something else—was like a fire that fueled your own desire. It wasn’t just jealousy you were seeing; it was raw, unfiltered need.

"I’m not some fragile thing," you said, the words coming out sharper than you intended. “And you can’t just—”

Before you could finish, his lips were on yours, cutting off the words you didn’t want to say anyway. The kiss was rough, urgent, almost desperate as he pulled you closer, his hand tangling in your hair. His other hand pressed against the wall beside your head, caging you in.

It took you a moment to respond, but once you did, the spark turned into an inferno. You kissed him back with just as much intensity, your hands roaming over his chest, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

"Gladio," you whispered breathlessly, your voice full of tension.

His grip tightened on your waist, and he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. “I don’t want anyone else looking at you like that. No one else is allowed to touch you, [Y/N].”

The possessiveness in his words made something inside you snap. You wanted this. All of it.

You smirk, "now you know how I felt earlier."

Without another word, Gladio kissed you again, more demanding this time, his hands quickly finding their way beneath your clothes, the heat of his skin against yours driving you both toward the edge.

It didn’t take long before you were both caught in the whirlwind of your desire, the world outside of this alleyway no longer existing. There was only the burning need between you, the heady mix of jealousy and passion that had been simmering all day finally reaching its boiling point.

He hiked your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side.

"Fuck, [Y/N], wet already?" He teased.

"Jealousy looks so good on you." You smirk and his fingers dip into your pussy. You moan and he covers your mouth with his hand.

"Don't want anyone disrupting us." He mumers and he works his fingers in and out of your dripping hole, swirling your clit with his thumb.

Your nails dug into his exposed abs. "Gladio..." You whine.

"I know, babe." He huffs as he unzips his leather pants and pulls his boxers down, his giant member slapping against his muscles. He slides his member along your slit as you whine at the sensation. He slowly pushes into you as you gasp and he groans deeply. "Fuck." He holds you tightly around your waist as he thrusts into you, your breasts bouncing at the motion against the brick wall.

"Baby," You whine as your hands settle on his face as he plays with your clit and you rub his cheek. You kiss him deeply. He groans into the kiss. "Im close" you breathe as he chuckles.

"Me too." He thruts a few more times and you both reach your high. You tilt your head back as you see stars. Gladio buries his face into your neck and bites down as he fills you up. After a few moments he pulls back and tucks himself back in and kisses your face gently.

"It's so hot knowing your filled with my cum." He bites your ear and you giggle.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The evening air was cooler now, tinged with salt and heat from the pavement. After the long day, the Chocobros decided to forgo camping for once and check into a modest hotel on the edge of town. The neon sign flickered lazily as Ignis handled the front desk, making sure everyone had a room.

“Noct, you’re with me,” Prompto said, stretching his arms with a yawn. “Try not to snore like a behemoth this time.”

Noctis rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who sleep-talks.”

Gladio was quiet beside you, the tension from earlier replaced by something calmer—but not quite gone. He kept a protective hand on your lower back as everyone made their way down the hall with keys in hand.

You were about to follow Noct and Prompto to your shared room when Gladio’s grip tightened slightly.

“Switch with me,” he said quietly to Ignis, who raised a brow behind his glasses. A knowing flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing.

“Very well,” Ignis replied smoothly, offering Gladio a different keycard.

You raised an eyebrow. “What was that about?”

Gladio leaned close, murmuring just loud enough for you to hear. “After earlier, you really think I’m lettin’ you out of my sight tonight?”

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks, but didn’t argue.

The room was simple: a king bed, crisp sheets, and warm lighting from a small lamp in the corner. The curtains were drawn, and the muffled sounds of the town buzzed faintly beyond the windows. You kicked off your shoes, toes grateful to breathe again, while Gladio peeled off his jacket and tossed it over a chair.

The silence wasn’t awkward—it was comfortable. Grounding. His eyes found yours in the soft lamplight as you sat at the edge of the bed.

“Earlier... that guy didn’t stand a chance,” you said, half-teasing, half-serious.

Gladio chuckled, walking over to you and brushing his fingers gently along your jaw. “Still got under my skin. Guess I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

You leaned into his touch, your voice quieter now. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

He kissed your temple, arms wrapping around your waist from behind as he pulled you into him, your backs swaying slightly in a private rhythm only you two knew.

“You wore me out today,” you said with a mock scowl.

He grinned, voice low. “Yeah? Let’s sleep, then.”

You changed into something comfortable while Gladio stripped down to his boxers. As you both settled under the covers, his warmth against your back, his arm looped snugly around your waist, you let out a soft, content sigh.

“You really gonna behave tonight?” you teased, nuzzling into the pillow.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his lips brushed your ear.

“Only if you stop makin’ those little noises when you stretch.”

You smacked his arm, laughing. “You’re the worst.”

“And you’re perfect.”

With that, he kissed the back of your shoulder and finally relaxed, his chest rising and falling evenly against your spine.

You closed your eyes to the sound of his breathing, the quiet hum of the hotel, and the comfort of knowing you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

[neckromantics]

I like doing polls, so here's a poll for you :)

[rosemary-morgan]

FFXV - HC’s about your pregnancy and how the boys would take care of you

Female Reader

I have some cute ideas in mind 🖤 Let your dearest boy take care of you 💋 I want to thank everyone who read and support my stuff.

A big thank you to my dear friend @fangirl-ramblings​ 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

(Pictures/GIF are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google/tumblr)  

Characters: Prompto, Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis, Gladio and Ignis

Warning: Pregnant reader, some argument, mention of love making

A little reminder: Requests are open 😋

Prompto:

⦁When you tell Prompto about your pregnancy, he is overjoyed! He can't stop kissing you, he even cries because he is so happy! And you cry with him.

⦁He immediately tells the good news to his friends and they of course rejoice with him. It will not be easy to choose a godfather for the child.

⦁He thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Seeing you like this, with your beautiful round belly, makes him very happy. A part of him lives in you now.

⦁Prompto is so excited! He is already buying so many things for the unborn child. Clothes, toys and books of fairy tales, so he can read them to his child every night.

⦁Prompto gets you everything you feel like. No matter how crazy your cravings are, he would willingly drive hundreds of miles to see you happy. Even in the middle of the night he will get you your favorite ice cream if you ask for it.

⦁He will protect you and the little one with his life.

⦁When fears and worries rob you of your sleep, Prompto will tell you with that sweet voice of his, that everything will be fine. You will hear words full of love that will make your heart laugh again.

⦁He will probably freak out if you get hurt or catch some illness. He will take good care of you, but overacting sometimes.

⦁On the nights when you are in his arms, he is even more tender and loving than he already is. He loves you and the little one in your belly. Sometimes he sings to his child. Softly and in a gentle voice, while he lovingly looks at you and caressing your belly.

Nyx Ulric:

⦁ Your pregnancy is not planned at all and you are afraid to tell him that you are expecting a his child.

⦁ Nyx is speechless at first and just stares at you with wide eyes. You don't know what's going on in his head and what he's thinking about, and that makes you very nervous. Does he want this child? Is he going to freak out now?

⦁ Your anxiety grows as no reaction comes from Nyx. But when he sees your tears and the sad expression on your face, he wakes up from his trance. He can't stand to see you so sad and immediately wraps you in his arms "Hey, hey... it's alright. It's okay."

⦁ Nyx is very loving and also understanding. He loves you more than anything. As time goes by, Nyx becomes more and more excited that you are expecting a child from him. A little being that grows inside you. A greater gift you could not offer him.

⦁ However, he is concerned about whether he can provide you and the baby with the life you deserve. He will do anything to make you happy.

⦁ His worries are great, but when he sees you, full of joy and also full of love, he forgets his fears. In you he has met his soul mate.

⦁ Your nights are full of love and passion. Nyx shows you how beautiful you are and how much he desires you.

⦁ Nyx and you become even closer.

⦁ Nyx will no longer risk his life so recklessly, for he has a great responsibility. He chooses his missions carefully and is highly concentrated.

⦁ He informs himself about pregnancy, gets books and guidebooks, so that he is prepared for the coming weeks and months. He supports you where he can, because he knows that pregnancy is not an easy thing.

⦁ When your baby is born, he doesn't leave your side and when he finally sees this sweet little creature, his beautiful blue eyes shimmer with tears. "I love you. Both of you", he says as he strokes your hair and kisses you full of love.

Cor Leonis:

⦁ You have been trying to have a child for a long time, but it doesn't happen so easily for you.

⦁ The more time goes by and you don't succeed, the more unhappy you are about it. It is your greatest wish, but Cor also wishes to start a family.

⦁ You start to doubt yourself and are afraid that Cor might leave you. Even though you know deep inside that he would never do that. He loves you and wants to share his life with you.

⦁ But one day, when you think all hope is lost a small miracle happens, You can hardly believe it, but it happened!

⦁ Cor can hardly believe it when he comes home and you give him this beautiful news.

⦁ You kiss each other in tears, Cor showers you with kisses. He can't put into words how happy he is. Lovingly he embraces your face, looks at you with tears and smiles. "I love you, Y/N."

⦁ He lifts you in his arms and takes you to the bedroom where he loves you with passion. It's a long night of you making love. You lose all sense of time, because you are in your own world, forgetting everything around you...

⦁ Cor works less to be there for you.

⦁ You take many walks in nature and when you are not feeling well, he lovingly takes care of you.

⦁ You love his kisses on your belly, you like the way he looks at you; full of love and affection. You have found the man to spend the rest of your life with

Gladio:

⦁ Gladio is completely shocked at first. This was not planned at all! He literally panics!

⦁ He becomes louder, asks you how this is supposed to work? Because as I said, it was not planned at all! He thinks he is completely unsuitable as a father. He has other obligations and can not also take care of a child!

⦁ His extremely negative reaction shocks you. You try to calm him down, but Gladio is much too upset.

⦁ "This shouldn't have happened! Damn it, Y/N!" He doesn't think about what he's saying "What are you doing to me, Y/N?!"

⦁ After that sentence, you can't hold back your tears and Gladio sees that too. He sees your shocked expression and immediately regrets his words. But we know how stubborn he can be and he doesn't even apologize to you at first.

⦁ He leaves the apartment, because he first needs a clear head. He must gain distance from you in order not to hurt you even more. Gladio really regrets his words, but he needs to be alone for now.

⦁ His friend Ignis manages to calm him down and give him some advice. As a result, Gladio calms down and his feelings don't take over his mind. Rational thinking is now the order of the day.

⦁ Gladio really loves you very much and he wants to be there for you.

⦁ When he comes home and finds you crying in your shared bed, it breaks his heart. He asks you for forgiveness and holds you tightly in his arms. "I am so sorry. Please, forgive me. Please, Y/N..."

⦁ He knew what an idiot he had been and deeply regrets it.

⦁ Gladio is very gentle and affectionate in dealing with you. He treats you as if you were made of glass.

⦁ And if anyone is rude or rough with you, oh, God have mercy on them! He becomes overprotective.

⦁ He shows a lot of understanding when your hormones go crazy.

⦁ Lying in his lap, he strokes your hair and is so happy about the course his life has taken.

Ignis:

⦁ When you tell Ignis the happy news, he is overjoyed! You made him the proudest man in the world. His beautiful wife brings new life into the world! Who would not be happy and proud?

⦁ You both knew from the beginning that you wanted children. You didn't want to wait long to have them and now you are going to be very young parents.

⦁ Ignis takes care of you as if you were the greatest treasure on earth. Well, he did that before, but now his protective instinct has also become stronger.

⦁ Ignis cooks you meals that are healthy, but also very tasty! So no boring dishes, just really fancy things!

⦁ Ignis knows that you are going through a special time and that you need every support, and you will get it from him. He does most of the housework because he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself.

⦁ He will prepare baths for you, with fragrant oils, and petals of flowers. And while you take a bath, he admires you, caressing your belly, while he keeps looking at you gently. Full of love.

⦁ He often makes trips with you. Your favorite destination is Galdin Quay. There you spend passionate nights together.

⦁ Sometimes, you sit on the beach at night and look at the stars in the sky. You talk about your future. These evenings will remain in your memory for a long time, because they are very special.

[millidew]

big sis gladiae

[holmes-ja]

The birth flowers of August are Gladiolus and Poppy, symbolising... well, depends who you ask. I'll pick perseverence and imagination.

[galedekarios]

🌹 emmrich & flowers 🌹

emmrich has this banter with harding, where she asks him if he ever thought about what he would have done if he hadn't become a watcher.

he doesn't have an answer at the time she asks him, it comes to him later, after some thought:

emmrich: a botanist! harding: what? emmrich: i considered your earlier question, and if i weren't a watcher, i should like to become one of the great botanists. harding: (laughs) emmrich: is that funny? harding: it's funny because it's perfect. i can totally see it. harding: you, tending to your garden. sniffing dirt. discovering new plants. gently asking the slugs to leave your roses alone. emmrich: i should think so! i would've spent a lot of time on those roses. [source]

not only does it make a lot of sense given how much emmrich loves flowers, a part of his questline being dedicated to gathering them, but it also made me think about a headcanon for emmrich.

an emmrich, who is coming to terms with his feelings for rook and thinking about how to show them (again, according to harding, both of them are quite obvious about it), drawing up ideas and overthinking a complete bouquet arrangement for rook.

he's not only set on picking beautiful flowers that create an even more beautiful greater whole, but a bouquet that holds meaning.

every single flower he picks reveals his thoughts and feelings and hopes, beautiful and complex as they are.

bluebells for humility (alluding to his "you humble me." line), gladiolus in honour of rook's strength of character and determination ("there's also something quite indomitable about you."), heliotropes for an undying love (a "flame eternal", if you will), and perhaps even beautiful and classic red roses (a true love, bashful love).

it would of course be up to you if your rook understands the deeper meaning behind the gesture, but i'd like to think emmrich wouldn't mind explaining.

it does make me laugh to imagine rook listening to emmrich details each flower meaning like

[joeyisaprincess]

May I request some headcanons of how the chocobros sleep (😴) with their s/o please?❤

Noctis

Sleep farter. He's woken himself up by farting before, so that's your problem now, too.

He's a... moody sleeper. Sometimes he grabs you to cuddle, and other times he pushes you away. He hogs the pillows and the blankets, but if you don't mind fighting, you can get them back. He also has a tendency to mumble in his sleep. Mind you, he does all this while ripping the most noxious ass you have ever smelled.

Prompto

How does Prompto sleep...?

... Violently. He wiggles in his sleep, and you're in the line of fire. He's the type that wakes up with mysterious bruises, but once you start to sleep with him, you understand where those bruises are coming from. It's a mystery how he gets any rest. Once you start sleeping with him, it's a mystery how you get any rest.

Ignis

You will never get used to sleeping with Ignis, but he will get used to sleeping with you. He doesn't go into a deep sleep until he feels safe around somebody. That's sweet!

... Once he hits that deep sleep, he doesn't move. Why does he look so gaunt? Is he breathing? His eyes look sunken in. You roll over, and it looks like he's been dead for three days. You find yourself checking to make sure he's still breathing. He's woken up to you holding a mirror under his nose.

Gladio

Gladio is nice to sleep with. He's muscular and tall, so when you lay on him, he's soft. He moves a normal amount, and he looks so peaceful. He's a sleep cuddler, so unless you run hot, it's heaven. You can fall asleep across the bed, and you'll still wake up in his arms.

... But he snores. Loud. You feel it in your chest. Get him to do a sleep study ASAP, because there's no way this is normal. God help you.

[indigosuvi]

Don't Worry

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Word Count: 225 | Read it on AO3

Coming home late from work. You nearly drop everything in your hands as you try to search for your keys. You cursed under your breath; you wanted to cry, and maybe you were. You slammed your hand on the doorknob and threw open the door. The door had been left unlocked. Gladiolus heard the noises and had moved to the door. Your stuff fell, and Gladiolus picked it up and led you inside the house.

“Don't worry about it. It's okay.” He said as he sat you on the couch. You buried your head in your hands as Gladiolus went about putting your stuff away and came back with a cup of noodles. He wasn't much of a cook, but it didn't matter. He made you food, and it was still warm. The baby started to make noises, and you closed your eyes.

“Don't worry, I got it.” He said gently as he left to take care of your child.

You finished your food. You couldn't remember what happened next, but you woke up in bed, and your shoes were gone. Gladiolus had moved you to the bed. He didn't want you to sleep on the couch. Your pajamas were neatly folded beside you. If you wanted to change into something more comfortable, he knew your nightly routine. He made sure everything was easily accessible.

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[ars-matron]

And Iginis who was literally handed a four year old Noctis at the age of SIX after the queen died and was told Noct was his to take care of from then on!!

STILL not over Gladiolus Amacitia btw. What if you were told your whole life to value someone's life over your own, to the point where you do not allow yourself to have a personhood or dedicate yourself to anything else, and then they made you stand idly by while he died. Twice.

[rubyin-wonderland]

Flowers

opla!Zoro x reader

Summary: Zoro may not speak the language of flowers, but he'll find a translator for you.

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, googled the flower meanings so ehhhh

Note: I managed to put these flowers into a board to imagine it but if someone wants to draw the bouquet please do I wanna see it (please please please please please please)

Zoro stood awkwardly in the middle of the shop, looking around at the colourful blooms surrounding him. He had no idea what he was doing there. He knew nothing about flowers. He could hardly name one blossom on the tables around him, or dangling over his head.

The room was silent. Whoever ran this little store was absent at the moment, which typically would not be a problem, but with no experience to guide him, Zoro was lost and alone, wandering from aisle to aisle, hoping not to step improperly and risk knocking a planter over.

He admired the flowers, cautiously reaching out to touch a stray petal in curiosity, when a crash sounded from behind him.

He whipped around, ready for a sign of danger, but all he could see was a kid in oversized glasses looking sadly at a broken pot, several yellow flowers spilling onto the floor. The kid swore, and kicked a large piece of the pot under one of the green tables.

"How can I help you?" The kid asked, looking up at Zoro, trying to look serious.

"Are there any adults here?" He asked quietly, trying not to leave this job in the hands of a child.

"Nope. Just me. What do you want?" The kid frowned. Zoro shifted his weight from foot to foot, before leaning back against the table behind him.

"There's a flower language, right?" He asked, feeling a bit ashamed of his lack of knowledge on the subject.

The kid's eyes lit up. "There is! What do you want to make? A declaration of war? An insult bouquet?" The kid jumped up on a stool, beginning to look through the variety of flowers at the ready.

"No. A love letter."

He had heard you talking about the language of flowers a couple days ago, although not to him. He had then decided to surprise you. A bouquet, made of flowers describing his feelings for you. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he knew about the language was that there was one. He had no idea how to make an arrangement, much less what to put in it.

"A love letter is boring." The kid sighed, moving the stool over to a different section of the greenhouse, letting Zoro follow. "So what do you want it to say?" The kid asked.

"I don't know. Something romantic." "Wow. You suck at this." Zoro huffed.

"Well, what do you like about this person?" The kid asked, standing on the table now, going back and forth through the planters, scanning the plants.

Zoro frowned. "Well, they're nice." The kid sighed. "Is that all?"

"What do you want from me?" Zoro asked. "They're nice. I wasn't lying to you." "Give me something else."

Zoro sighed. This was more difficult than he thought it was going to be. "They're strong. They fight excellently. Like the greatest warrior in a king's guard."

The kid threw a fist in the air. "That's what I'm talking about!"

The kid dashed in between the planters, returning with a few leaves and a couple flowers, one white, the other a collection of peachy pink blooms on a long stem. "Cress for power and stability, edelweiss for daring, and gladiolus, the flower of fighters." Zoro nodded his head. "Perfect. Use that."

"Okay, what else?" The kid asked, eyes wide. "What else?" "Yeah. What else? This isn't a love letter, it's a boring statement. You have to tell me more."

"Fine. Their smile is pretty. Whenever they smile, I do too. It's instinctive. They're happy so I am."

The kid pretended to gag before rushing off again, this time retrieving some tiny orange flowers. "Daisies. Orange for joy and sunshine." Zoro nodded. "Okay. They know how to have fun. I'm never bored with them. Even if we're just sitting alone, I'm amused. They're funny, and know what to do to make me feel better."

The kid chuckled fondly at Zoro's rambling. "I will never understand love."

The stool was moved to a different table so the kid could run around in a different area, grabbing stalks off plants of tiny red and pink blossoms coating the stem. "Red and pink hyacinth. For playfulness."

"Good. Their eyes are pretty." There was a laugh from the kid as the flowers were thrust upon Zoro, left for him to catch and keep safe. "Hang on." The kid ran away, laughing maniacally, looking for the right flower. It appeared as tiny white blooms, but the top petals were short, making a sort of stage out of the lower petals.

"Eyebright. To tell them that their eyes are bewitching." The kid laughed, carrying the flowers over to a workbench. "Anything else to add?"

Zoro huffed, but began to say more. "They're tough. Brave. Willing to do what is right. Even when the world seems to rise against them, they fight."

"Wow." The kid laughed. "I wanna meet your little sweetie." Zoro frowned, sending the kid off in a hurry of red and pink petals.

A handful of tiny flowers were presented to Zoro, with small white petals around a big yellow center. "Chamomile. Energy in adversity."

Now, the kid was running out of hand room to grab flowers, instead telling Zoro to hold the flowers while the kid carefully arranged each bloom carefully, pink, red and white mixing together peacefully on a bed of frilly green leaves.

"Needs more." The kid observed, looking back up at Zoro. "Your sweetie, what do you want to say? What's the message you want to send?"

Zoro thought for a second before the words began to spill.

"I want them to know that I love them. That I stand behind every action they make. That I am a crutch they can use when they're hurt and a shield they can hide behind when they're tired. I am grateful that they picked me to be theirs, and I hope they can stay mine forever. My love for them is eternal."

The kid stared, starry eyed at the man holding the flowers. "I've got some."

Once again the kid took off, this time leaving Zoro with his bouquet, where he observed each of the flowers, knowing that by giving them to you he would be sending a message. A deep message, from his heart. He hoped you would like it. He needed you to understand it, because he had not remembered a single flower's name, nor it's meaning.

"Goldenrod, salvia, and bellflower!" The kid shouted from across the room, arriving in front of Zoro with some blooms of yellow, red, and a light, nearly white pink.

"Goldenrod for encouragement, red salvia to say 'you're mine forever', and bellflower, unwavering love."

The completed bouquet was lovely, a portrait of love, painted in reds, yellows, whites and pinks, almost a sunset of colours, diverse blooms flourishing from the place where Zoro's hands kept them from flying away.

The kid grabbed the flowers and brought them over to a table, setting the flowers down and arranging them carefully, wrapping the finished product in brown paper and tying a pink bow around the piece. Zoro had to admit, it looked pretty.

He took the bouquet gently, turning it over, looking at the presentation, nodding. "How much for it?" He asked, fishing some money out of his pocket.

The kid charged him, and with the promise of returning to send an insult bouquet next time he came over, Zoro left, prepared to give you your gift.

He found you wandering about the town, gazing into a shop window at a pile of curious trinkets being displayed, shining in the sun.

There was a visible bandage on the side of your leg, indicating an injury that should have prevented you from walking about, but you insisted upon your adventures, despite Zoro's clear worry for you.

Of course he had to leave you to fetch the flowers, but he had told you to stay put, sitting on the fountain in the middle of town, where you could do all the people watching in the world without stressing your injury. You had wandered anyways.

You caught a glimpse of Zoro in the window, turning around to face him with a smile, weight placed mostly on the unbandaged leg.

"There you are! I was worried you got lost!" You observed, eyes catching on the hand hidden behind Zoro's back. "What do you have there?"

Trying to hide a smile, Zoro unveiled the bouquet, watching giddily as you gasped, immediately looking in to inspect the flowers.

"Wow, Zoro did you make this for me?" You asked in awe.

"Who else would I make a bouquet for?" Zoro asked, sounding offended.

"I love it."

You took it carefully, hands reaching out to touch the soft petals. You gently held one of the smaller white flowers. "Edelweiss?" You guessed. Zoro recognized the name and nodded. "Calling me brave?" Zoro rolled his eyes, although he could not be enjoying the moment more. "You're one of the bravest people I know, don't be stupid."

You laughed at his attempt to stay stoic in your presence, even though his flowery declaration of love was staring at you.

You deciphered a few more flowers, looking to Zoro for confirmation of each one.

He watched calmly as you pressed a kiss to his lips. "Zoro, this is beautiful. Thank you so much." You carefully embraced the flowers in your arms.

"It was nothing." He shrugged. "Nonsense." You wrapped an arm around him, the flowers carefully protected from your half-hug. "Let's go back, I want to put these in some water to keep them fresh for as long as possible."

Zoro let you lead him back to the ship, watching as you filled a pitcher with water, settling the flowers in, adjusting each one until it looked perfect. Zoro watched as you worked, a fond smile breaking through his attempts at staying collected. When you were done, you picked up the pitcher. "I'll keep them by my bedside and in a few days I'll hang them up to dry so I can keep them forever." You smiled.

Zoro just walked around behind you, arms linking around your body. "Thank you Zoro." You said, leaning your head back, nuzzled into his neck. "You're welcome." He replied, voice quiet, soft in the quiet, creating a long moment for the two of you to enjoy.

The door creaked open, revealing Sanji, who saw the flowers and cocked his head to the side, an unasked question lingering in the air. "Mosshead, did you?" He asked, as if the very idea of Zoro being considerate was beyond him, an exaggerated mask of disbelief on his face.

"Yeah I did." Zoro said defensively, arms squeezing you slightly. "Made it myself." Mostly.

"Well, seems you aren't a romantic lost cause after all." Sanji hummed.

"We were busy." Zoro grumbled, hoping to go back to your moment of silence, but Sanji immediately set up shop in the island. "And I've got mouths to feed. Including yours."

You tugged Zoro along, the pitcher in your hands. "Come on," you coaxed. "Let's leave Sanji to his work."

As the days passed, you cared for your bouquet diligently, changing out the water and snipping the stems. When the flowers began to wilt, you immediately tied them up, attaching them to a string on your wall, so that there was a line of flowers out to dry on your wall, ready for their beauty and meaning to be preserved.

One day, Zoro was napping, when he felt something rest on his lap. Still tired, he refused to open his eyes, but he could tell by the sound of the footsteps that it had been you interrupting his rest.

When he opened his eyes, you were gone, leaving only a small bundle of flowers on his lap, this bouquet a painting of blues and purples, with the odd yellow flower to break it up.

Tucked in the flowers was a card, with small drawings of the flowers contained in the bouquet, and why they meant.

Reciprocated love, protection, united souls, loyalty, a much shorter letter, but one written with love nonetheless.

His eyes caught on the description for one of the purple flowers. Astragalus - your presence softens my pain. His eyes flickered up to where you had disappeared after delivering the gift, noting your head peeking not-so-subtly around the corner.

"Come here." He ordered, and you came over, sitting next to him with a smile. "You like it?" You asked pleasantly.

He wrapped his arms around you. "I was doing something nice." He grumbled, sounding half serious about his anger. "And you have to go and be nicer."

He felt you laughing beneath him. "Just enjoy the flowers, you sourpuss." You squirmed out of his hold, standing just out of his reach, so he had to crane his head back to look at you.

"My presence softens your pain?" He asked quietly, reading off your card. "Of course it does. Convenient that there's a flower for it, huh?" He looked between you and your bouquet. "Yeah. Well," he plucked one of the meaningful purple flowers from the bundle, standing, and tucking it behind your ear, the collection of curved blooms sitting next to your face, and for a second, Zoro understood why people found flowers as pretty as they did.

He cleared his throat, dropping his hand and walked away, in search of another pitcher for his flowers, leaving you behind, his second flower message to you tucked behind your ear.

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

Francis mosses x fem! reader

thick as blood

sweet as milk

"god i am down bad" you groaned getting up getting into the shower, it was.....nasty, the grout and limescale made a public bathroom seem more hygienic

but you didn't have time to think about it so you cleaned up and got out trying your best to not touch a thing, you looked over the makeup guidelines for your uniform, it had to be exact in order for the agents that came in to not suspect you. matching foundation no eyeshadow, black mascara and complimentary blush with matching lip stick

you looked in the mirror one last time before rushing out.

7 am sharp you sat at your desk watching Francis be the first heading out the door giving a small wave to you, your heart fluttered waving back. a few more residents left leaving you with a bit too much free time. most of them wouldn't come back till lunch and as stupid as dopples are for them to appear now is suicide, you look around and see a letter at your desk so you open it

dear agent 591138 it has come to my attention that no one has filled you in on your working conditions fully so I am here to do it for you. your working hours are 7am to 10 pm every full week then you will get the following work week off, we understand this is rather confusing but just know your best interest is our priority (among other things) this gives you time for recreational activities and self mental care. you do know how everything in the office works but we did just throw a gun to you like a baby. your DDD issued pistol has DDD issued bullets so we can verify the killing of the dopples or in serious cases murder of innocent civilians. an agent will contact you intermittently to check your mental health. best regards , agent 907811

what a letter. did they call you a baby with a gun? your 25.

you decided to open the filing cabinet under your desk to place the letter just to find it riddled with boxes of said bullets. you place it over them and close it staring straight into your reflection of the glass "ok lets just breath and get through it" you assured yourself before reaching into your bag for a bagel and milk, odd combination yes but its what you had in your icebox. you started to worry about your food supplies through the week from what you remember you had bread some fruit jam and POSSIBLY not rotten eggs to hold you over but you knew for a fact a grown person was not going to survive on jelly sandwiches. you looked to the phone wanting to call a cousin that lived nearby to get you some things but you decided against it for now, maybe at the end of your shift you could leave them a message with the operator. soon the middle of the day came and Nacha came in with her daughter looking rather feverish "hi so sorry we had to come back in early she's coming down with something" Nacha slid both their papers and ids through the slot holding her baby close, you looked over the info and all was in order. you even studied them and before opening the door "maybe a doctor would help more?" you asked not wanting to sound mean " oh we went to the pharmacy right before coming here, they said its probably something the kids are passing around" nacha responded happily, this woman was really upbeat it almost scares you " oh good, get better kiddo" her daughter coughed a quiet "whatever" before her mom chastised her passing the now opened door.

you looked to their papers, specifically Anastacha's.... then your stomach dropped. her eyes. her stand offish demeanor yesterday and today, you had a sinking feeling about her relationship to Francis but you weren't sure so you decided to drop the idea for now...

2 dopples came in, horrible replication so you just dropped the shutter and called the moment they spoke.

the phone rang and you picked up "hello, this is agent 907811 the one that sent the letter" the voice was manly but upbeat (imagine Gladiolus from final fantasy 15) you nodded to no one "oh hello, a little unprofessional to make wellness calls in the middle of my shift no?" you asked playfully to test the waters on the guy " intermittently, remember?" he said matching energy "noticed you got 2 already, might get more not to jinx ya" you hummed in agreement as he continued "anyway to make it easier for you instead of calling us and explaining the situation I want you to just say my name and ill know to send our boys in yellow, to save time and lives right?" he kind of lingered on the right so on que you answered "right." "great! ok the names rex." he spoke quick "wait really?" you asked absent for a minute "well no my real name is classified but everyone calls me rex, and whenever you dial 3312 it puts you straight to me~" he made you smile hearing his happiness so you giggled "well ok will do rex, time to get back to work" "yes ma'am" you heard hanging up. dreamboat was infront of you already sliding his papers to you "sorry about that Mr. Mosses" you read over the file, a blush overcoming you "boyfriend?" he asked catching you off guard "n-no, the DDD" you almost got up to let him know you were serious but fixed your seating position instead "mmm...ok" you thanked your god he had very prevalent verbal ques, made your job easy "were do you get your milk from?" he asked taking back his papers "my old apartment, believe it or not the DDD moved me in yesterday with everything I had" you chuckled thinking he took his job a little too serious and didn't want enemy milk on his turf "i give you milk now." he almost declared in an odd way. you turned red imagining unholy thoughts "the farm i deliver for also delivers here. the buildings day is Monday but ill grab a case for you tomorrow" he walked in before you could even form the words thank you but on instinct you shut the door behind him.

you tried to calm your blush to no avail, the way he just announced his caring for you! the way he said it made you swoon "i give you milk now" god it was weirdly hot!! you almost swore you heard a bit of a Russian accent when he said it. you kept holding your face praying to go back to your natural color "doll you look like a tomato" another male voice said "oh Mr. Gauss, I apologize its just allergies" you looked away for a minute before doing the usual "its winter. your a horrible liar" he tapped the glass teasingly "all is well, good day Mr. Gauss" you spoke restrained trying not to be angry with the fact he had no issue calling you a liar opening the door for him "see you later doll". you sat there a little peeved to say the least, munching on your slightly stale bagel you continue your shift.

the next morning you woke up to knocking, your heart raced putting on your robe and ran to the door opening it "its 7:30" francis looked down at you looking almost disappointed "oh my god really?? shit thank you for waking me up" you left the door wide open as you rushed to put on a fresh uniform and stuffing your makeup bag in your purse. francis watched you rush from bed to bath sighing and looking around, he placed down five bottles of milk on your counter and opened your ice box "how pitiful" he spoke looking at the carton of barely any eggs and a few rotting veggies. he took it upon himself to leave a milk out and put the rest in making you a single piece of toast. you looked actually quite presentable considering your rushing you walked towards the door hitting something hard "ow" at first you were going to cry because Francis just watched you almost break your nose but you looked up to see him looking down. god did he smell good. like bourbon and vanilla, thank god axe body spray wasn't invented yet. "I made you toast. I have to get to work." he furrowed his brows at the last bit and left you, you look to the counter to see well enough he set the toast with jam on a small plate and a glass of milk at your table.

days had passed and soon it was your friday

it was almost 10 pm but you had to stay an extra hour because the twin models were at a party. you've never really had a full conversation with them but they were nice to you even complimented you on your hair once, finally they came in beautiful gowns that made you get up to see them fully "y/n! so sorry it took so long!" Selenne said raising her hands up air hugging you from the glass which made you chuckle "its my job to see your safe return, beautiful dresses by the way" you placed your hand on the glass to match hers "why thank you, we'll show you the details in a bit" Elenois smiled passing their papers to you, you matched them up everything being in order "you should come to a party with us" selenne jumped a little visibly annoying her twin "sel she has a job to do. a stressful one at that she doesn't need more comingling with the upper-class that watches your every move" elenois huffed taking the ids back "oh actually my days off start tomorrow" you smiled "oh. nevermind, wanna wear airtight dresses and flirt with politics?" elenois laughed making you raise an eyebrow smiling, selenne slapped her sisters shoulder giggling "shes a little tipsy, yakn-" the girls went silent. all of you looking to your left to see it.

a dopple.

a twin dopple.

it was horrifying. a giant sharp mouth filled its face, no eyes no nose it snarled stretching its arm out to the girls as they screamed. you quickly opened the door hearing your own heart beat quicken with every thought, "get in the office NOW" you yelled banging on the glass to get thier attention, they did as told rushing passed El pushing her sister in forcing Sel onto the office floor next to you. the dopple sprung passed the door before you could shut it, it tripping and grabbing onto elenois' leg with its yellow claws you ran up your mind swimming from thier screams, you punched the side of its head forcing it to go down before turning its attention to you. you grappled with it on the floor yelling at the girls to get a grip and lock the main and office door, they were trembling...blood from Els leg soaking her dress as she held selenne nodding to you closing the door and locking the main one from the office. you were bloody , your fist scrapped its teeth cracking the bone a bit as you threw it againt the door earning another scream from the twins it snarled and screeched as you ran towards the stairs unclipping your gun from its holster going up a floor "all residence stay in your homes a dopple is in the building" you yelled repeating the phrase as you heard them all scamble yelling and some of the men even starting to descend the staircase before you hit the first step. the monster stood before you on the bottom step bleeding from its maw "YoU pICk uP A GOosd fiIIgHT MakeSS yoU moRe DeLishessssss" you trembled aiming "Fuck You" POW POW the pistol shot hitting its stomach, its screeches hurt your ears but you slowly backed away as it crawled to reach you it was fast ripping off quite a bit of your skirt as you kept pilling the trigger knowing it had no more than 8 rounds finally it hit its chest making the thing go down by the second floor.

you laid there on the steps breathing heavy hearing almost nothing as everyone crowded around you asking questions and tending to your leg, but you heard nothing.

you got up pushing poor mia to the side backing down stairs passed the body pulling it by the leg to the main floor and leaving it at the end of the steps, everyone but Nacha and nat following for obvious reasons. you walked to the office opening it with your key seeing the twins holding one another sobbing looking up at you, they smilied running up and hugging you close you could start to hear their voices thanking god and thanking you...the gun was still in your hand so you walked passed them slowly sitting in your chair and placing the gun on the desk everyone ran to the girls to inspect them as you dailed the number "....rex....i had to kill it in front of all of them.." you croaked "coming now kid hold on" his voice sounded shaky but you were still processing everything the smell of blood and what seemed like rot, the stinging sensation of your cuts and bruises...the sounds of your residence begging you to answer them. oh.

you breathed in a sharp breath finally being able to sense everything "please step away from the body" you stated to the mcoolys looking over at it "you really killed it" the older one spoke in shock "oh dear your skirt " gloria took off her head scarf to cover you but francis stopped her taking off his wrobe and placing it over you "the ...blood" you managed to get out "fuck the blood right now" he stated mia dressed you in it as the twins blocked you making sure your panty hose were no longer exposed, all of the men looking away either in respect or fear of thier wives.

DDD came escorting everyone upstairs as the other half stayed downstairs to clean up "didnt think we'd meet this way" you looked up from the chair the shmidts brought out for you to sit as DDD officers looked over your wounds. it was rex. a taller man in casual business attire with salt n pepper hair "you did good kid, you saved those girls and the rest of them" he held out his hand to you , you shook it nodding "thank you" he nodded back letting go to speak with a yellow suit qietly "well it seems theres no fatal injuries on any of you , they dressed your wounds so now you rest" rex looked down at you . some would say you looked like a beaten dog but maybe that was just rex "your one tough bitch y/n." he walked off with the hazmats in tow, "i think its time for you to rest baby...you look close to passing out" gloria squeezed your arm as your eyes fluttered, you were passing out and fast "ill take her home" francis spoke up "and we'll stay with her" El and Sel spoke together "she cant sleep in those clothes" el added , everyone agreed as francis picked you up slowly treating you like glass to your apartment the scent of his shampoo and his warmth made you pass out holding him tighter

you could almost hear him stiffle a tear as he held you closer.

end part 2

[lovelyangelxxx]

anthophile | various one piece characters x reader

anthophile; (n.) a person who loves flowers

→ they buy you flowers

→ trafalgar law, eustass kid, vinsmoke sanji, roronoa zoro

→ fluff, slight angst, gn reader

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

~ eustass kid: skeleton flowers represent affection and happiness ♡

a rare, mystical flower was perfect for someone who was willing to take the time to understand his dedication to work and stay patient despite his capricious attitude and turbulent life. he believed that skeleton flowers would be the best gift to you. you were just as kind and resilient as these flowers were. flowers that adapt to their environment reminded him of your independence and strength. you were truly the only person who was capable of keeping up with his pirate life and rash personality, adapting and swaying, yet remaining beautiful, loving, and strong all the same. despite not showing his affection much, you’re perfect in his eyes and kid couldn’t imagine a life without someone like you in it.

”thank you for understanding.”

~ trafalgar law: lily of the valleys represent a return to happiness and purity, but are highly toxic ♡

you were a beacon of hope and light in his dark, sorrowful life. the cold surgeon had never looked at anyone until you. you brought back joy and peace into his life which he thought was impossible. law knew that lily of the valleys were the ideal flowers as a gift for you. your purity and light helped him when he refused to open up to the world around him. however, not only were you a ray of hope for him, you were also deadly; having to live in a world with pirates shaped you into a gruesome foe and terrifying figure. he admired that side of you and hopes you never change, nor adapt to the world around you. for he would never want you, the person who brought him happiness, to conform to this ugly, horrid world around you. 

“you make life worth living.”

~ roronoa zoro: gladiolus represent faithfulness, sincerity, and strength of character ♡

zoro believed that a gladiolus would convey his feelings toward you better than he could express with words. zoro has never been a man of many words and is not always the best at expressing emotions, especially his affection. despite his rough personality, he wishes to display his faith and unwavering loyalty to you. not only does he wish to communicate his love, zoro also believes this flower mirrors your strength and unyielding determination. he adores hearing you talk about your passions and wants you to know he admires that about you. although he may fail to use his words, he prays you will stay by his side with this sign of affection. 

“you mean everything to me.”

~ vinsmoke sanji: the queen of the night is said to be a flower descended from the heavens ♡

his dedication to you is unwavering. sanji believes you are an angel who came down from the heavens and blessed the world with your grace and kindness. he decided a queen of the night would be most fitting to present to someone so similar to the title of the flower. given his personality, he loves you with all his heart and can never thank you enough for taking your time to understand him and support him even further. your love has become a gift he feels as if he doesn’t deserve. he concludes that someone as rare and precious as you deserves a flower that blooms only once for a brief time in a lucky person’s lifetime. 

“i’m so lucky to have you.”

[hisui-dreamer]

Okay I spent a while thinking of flowers and decided that I'd rather be simple, and give Jamil a bouquet of Gladiolus and Morning Glory based on our birth months ^^ (also, a thought- there's no reason for these same flowers from our world to exist in TW, maybe similar looking ones, but not the same. So imagine prefect cultivating flowers to look like flowers they know, specifically for their beloved 😭💕)

clandestine meetings and longing stares

Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader

Synopsis: your love for each other was never allowed, but that never stopped your feelings for each other

Tags: secrets relationship, pining, fluff, reader is not yuu

Word count: 1k+

Notes: so sorry this took so long kirexa!! my assignments put me in an a really bad slump,,, i hope you'll like the direction i took for the flowers hehe <3

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flowers of choice:

gladiolus: secret meeting

morning glory: reunion of lovers

The gardens of the Asim estate hold secrets woven into their very essence, secrets that only unveiled themselves beneath the soft shroud of night.

Tonight, like many nights before, you tread the familiar path, the same path you’ve always walked with your heart pounding with anticipation. With bare feet, you move briskly, aware of each step, careful not to disrupt the delicate silence of the night.  

Anticipation and adrenaline run through your veins like wildfire, fuelling your steps as you ventured deeper into the heart of the gardens. The moon casts its ethereal glow upon the landscape, painting everything in shades of silver and shadow. Each rustle of leaves, each whisper of the wind, seems to beckon you forward, urging you to hasten your pace.

Arriving at the secluded alcove, your heart soars with elation as you behold Jamil standing amidst the ethereal glow of the moon. His silhouette seems sculpted by the soft radiance, a vision of serenity amidst the night's embrace.

"Jamil," you breathe his name like a prayer, relief flooding through you at the sight of him.

"Ya amar," his voice, soft as a breeze, wraps around you like a comforting embrace.

In mere moments, you find yourselves entwined once again. You melt into his embrace, his touch enveloping you in a comforting warmth, a sensation that instantly makes you feel at home.

Your lips meet in a tender kiss, a silent symphony of emotions cascading between you, conveying depths of love that words could never adequately express. In the stolen moment, you allow yourself to forget the rigid boundaries imposed by your stations in life, the weight of your familial expectations, and simply exist in the blissful sanctuary of Jamil's arms.

All the weariness of weeks spent apart dissipates like mist under the morning sun, replaced by a sense of wholeness that only his presence can provide. As you reluctantly pull back, your breaths mingling in the cool night air, your foreheads pressed together in a silent affirmation of your connection.

"I've missed you," Jamil confesses, his words a balm to the ache in your own heart.

"And I, you," you reply, reaching out to cup his face, your fingertips tracing the contours of his features as if committing them to memory. With a soft smile, you pull back slightly from his embrace, gazing into his charcoal-grey eyes with tender curiosity. "Tell me," you urge gently, your voice barely more than a whisper in the tranquil night air. "How has school been? Are you adjusting well to the second year?"

Jamil's expression softens as he meets your gaze, a flicker of warmth dancing in his eyes. "It's been... challenging," he admits, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness.

Each word he utters is painted with the hues of his experiences, drawing you into the vivid tapestry of his school life. He begins to weave intricate tales of his persistent classmate, the one who incessantly seeks his assistance in his business ventures, caring for your older brother, ensuring his well-being and academic progress, and many other intriguing classmates.

You listen intently, a soft chuckle escaping your lips from time to time as you find yourself captivated by his tales. His voice, smooth as silk, washes over you like a gentle caress, wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort and familiarity. It's a voice you've always cherished, one that resonates deep within your soul, and in this moment, no recording could ever compare to the warmth of having him speak softly into your ears.

“I feel a lot better now, being back home, with you..." He trails off, a fond smile gracing his lips as he squeezes your hand gently.

In response, you tighten your grip on his hand, leaning in to nuzzle your face into the curve of his neck. "I'm so glad you're back," you murmur softly, your words a whispered prayer of gratitude.

Oh, how you ache for the freedom to love him openly, to cast aside the heavy cloak of secrecy and fear that weighs upon your shoulders. To intertwine your fingers with his in broad daylight, to lose yourself in the depths of his gaze without the lurking shadows of doubt. To bask in the radiant glow of his affection beneath the sun's golden rays, unencumbered by judgment or retribution.

But how could you? Your families, entrenched in generations of tradition, would recoil at the mere suggestion of your union. To reveal your love openly would be to invite catastrophe, risking the fragile harmony of their world. You know all too well they would send Jamil away, far, far away to somewhere you could never reach, before marrying you off to someone else they deem suitable to fully extinguish the flame of your love.

And yet, you still find yourself yearning for more – for the liberation to proclaim your love from the highest rooftops, to unveil the depth of your devotion to the world without hesitation or constraint. It’s not lost on you how attractive your lover is, his captivating dark features that could ensnare anyone’s heart, and his perfect competence in all facets of life. He would make a brilliant husband.

Just the thought of him marrying another, belonging to someone else, ignites a fierce flame within your soul. The thought of him caring for another sets your heart ablaze with an intensity you cannot ignore. You find yourself holding him tighter, as if by sheer force of will, you could keep him tethered to you.

“Jamil?”

"Hm?" he paused, placing tender kisses into your hair.

"How much longer?" you murmured into his neck, the words carrying the weight of your shared longing, your shared struggle.

He didn't need you to elaborate. Jamil understood the depth of your question, the ache that echoed through every syllable. How much longer must your love remain hidden, relegated to stolen moments beneath the cloak of night, until he could proudly declare to the world that you belonged to him?

"... I don't know, ya amar," he replied, his arms tightening around you.

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