#I can just picture Daemon laughing his ass off at this whole thing

[drakaripykiros130ac]

I have an idea.

Why doesn’t Ser Crispy just repeat history, invite Alicent to sail away with him and sell oranges (since he doesn’t have a problem sullying his cloak with her), take her spawns with him, and leave the throne to the rightful heir as intended?

At this point, anything can happen. The show is pure fanfiction.

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - When Lovely meets Angel

Summary: When the boyfriends are away, their partners try their best to be functioning members of society. Spoiler alert: they failed. 

Tw: [Mentions of Adam], [Profanity] and [Very, very brief mention of drugs. Like, half a sentence]

I shared this oneshot in the Discord server and I thought to share it here too before uploading it on AO3 later this weekend. 

-

You smile as your eyes do their best to track Vincent’s every move. Your head spins as your boyfriend flits from one room to another, never pausing for even a second. His duffel bag is lying beside you on the couch, gradually full of clothes, toiletries and other travelling necessities as he chucks them in Mach speed. 

You pick up the clothes that didn’t make it into the bag. You fold them nicely before placing them in with the rest. 

“Alright, I’ve stocked up the pantry to last at least for a few weeks, b-but I’ll be back by Sunday so don’t worry.” The blur that was Vincent said as he ran from their shared bedroom to the kitchen. With a fond shake of your head, you observe the Vampire made one last round. 

Letting Vincent fuss is your way of helping him calm down. And sure enough, it only takes a few minutes until your boyfriend is satisfied with the apartment - from the wards that he erected to the well-stocked kitchen and rows of laundry detergents. With the way he prepared for his departure, you couldn’t help but want to remind Vincent that he’ll only be leaving for three days; not three months. 

“Do you have Alexis’ number, Lovely? Sam’s?” Vincent asks - again - in concern as he pad towards you and the duffel bag. “Hang on, I’ll forward them to you now -” 

You grab his hand before he could reach for his phone and force him to sit beside you on the couch. You peck him on the cheek to startle him. No matter how many times you’ve done this; Vincent always reacts the same. Startled with a tinge of red dusting his pale cheeks. A simple kiss is enough to leave him speechless and it never fails to make your heart skip a beat at how precious he is. 

“Yes, you gave them to me this morning. I have their numbers on speed dial for any emergency of the Adam kind.” You easily assure him, only to backtrack quickly when you see how wide his eyes went. Oh yikes, bad move! Bad move! “N-Not that there will be any problem! Haha! I mean, you’re only going away with Will for three days, right? I can hold the fort, don’t worry!” 

Vincent bit his lower lip, still hesitant. “I wish I didn’t have to go, Lovely. It hurts to be away from you…” His head tilts down and holds your hand tight, yet always mindful of his Supernatural strength. “Sometimes… sometimes I could still see you in Adam’s arms, so pale and sick… your blood on his mouth - ”

“Hey, hey, Vince? Look at me please.” You gently tilt his chin using your hand that wasn’t captured by your worrisome boyfriend. You made sure to properly look him in the eyes before smiling softly. “You got me in time and for that? I’m forever grateful, but that’s in the past, OK? I’m here now with you! We both have been making good progress at D.A.M.N so that has to count for something, yeah? We’re both stronger than we were before.” 

That earns a tiny smile from Vincent and you mentally cheer in victory. “You always know what to say, huh, Lovely? And yeah, we’re pretty badass now, huh? A Vampire and an Electro Energetic? We’ll conquer this city in less than a month.” He joked. 

You try to picture it: you and Vincent - the King and Queen of Dahlia. The first thing you would do is declare PJ Friday - where everyone must wear PJs every Friday and those that wear the silliest PJs get brownie points. Collect enough of them and they’ll get a free meal in the most expensive restaurant Dahlia has to offer. Vincent can handle the boring stuff like, governing and health care. 

...Now that’s a thought; Vincent as a politician. 

Ah wait - Will would probably be disappointed in them if they tried to do a hostile takeover of this city and you couldn’t bear to disappoint him. After all, no one can pull off the perfect sad dad look other than Vincent’s Sire. Not even your own dad! 

“ - Lovely? Uh, Earth to Lovely? You there?” 

Vincent’s warm voice broke you off from your mad train of thoughts. You flash a sheepish grin when he realised that you haven’t paid a single word he said. Vincent wants to appear annoyed but his lips are twitching, as if he’s holding back from laughing at the dumbfounded expression on your face. 

“Sorry, babe. I spaced out because Will was disappointed in us.”  

“...What? Will? Lovely, what the - ”

“Anyway, don’t worry about me.” You quickly interject before you have to explain yourself. “You got me food, Alexis’ and Sam’s numbers are on my speed dial and my powers have been growing nicely over the last few classes. I got this; you got this.” To seal the deal you added, “And I promise to call you twice a day; in the morning and before I go to bed. Sounds good?” 

That finally assured Vincent. The tension melts away from his taunt shoulders and when he kisses you, it’s slow and sweet. You would’ve loved to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him on top of you and turn this into something more, but Will would surely call him if Vincent is late. 

Vincent moans when you pull away; disappointed and slightly frustrated. “Easy there, Vince. I’ll make sure to give you a very warm welcome when you get back.” You purr, loving how his eyes lid at your promise. 

But alas, as much as you love to drag Vincent to the bedroom, work comes first. So you allow Vincent to fuss around a little more before he slings the duffel bag over one shoulder, kisses you goodbye and leaves. 

Now, you planned this. You have a whole itinerary in your head for the days that Vincent is on a business trip with the King of the Solaire Clan. Assignments that need to be done, Despacito to learn on the piano (neither of them knew why Alexis dropped off an upright piano in their apartment on a random ass Wednesday night and when asked, she just cackled before pulling off a Batman and vanished into the night. So Vincent gave up trying to pester the answer out of her. You still think it’s some sort of an elaborate prank), boba pizza to cook for dinner tomorrow and a list of video games to pre-order so really, you would be so busy for the upcoming days that you wouldn’t even have the time to miss Vincent. 

If you repeat that long enough, you hope that’ll become true. 

Glancing at the clock hanging on the living room wall, you sigh at the time.10.30 PM. A little early to get ready for bed but hey, it’s not like there’s anything else that you want to do now. 

With little fanfare, you make sure that the apartment is locked and secure, switch off the lights before heading to the bedroom for your nightly ablutions.

-

Ok, that part about the itinerary? Yeah, that’s completely out of the window the moment you wake up missing Vincent’s arms around you. 

The gentle and warm sun rays pierce through the sheer curtains, promising a bright day ahead of you, but all you could think about is the space in this bedroom. Was the bed always this big? Was the bedroom always this quiet? Those questions rattled in your brain and it really doesn’t help that you can smell Vincent’s faint cologne lingered on the pillows. Soothing vanilla that never fails to clear your mind as opposed to sandalwood and bergamot. Vincent once claimed that the scent is too fancy for someone like him. 

Right now though? His cologne sends a pang of longing in your heart in his absence, and it’s only the first day! 

“I can’t stay here.” You decided out loud when the tangle of sleepiness ebbed away. Kicking the thick duvet off your body, you stomp to the bathroom to shower, dress up and quickly leave the apartment with nothing but your phone and backpack. 

You didn’t want to return to an empty apartment, so what better than walking around the city to distract yourself? Grab some breakfast at a new cafe, maybe do some window shopping afterwards… yeah, that sounds way better than anything you’ve planned before. 

Joggers pass you by as you walk through the park and the city slowly comes back to life. People are out and about, going through their monotonous day. Some are catching the bus, others are like her, eager to find something to eat. 

You recall that your classmate mentioned that they and someone named Damien found a Taiwanese bakery/cafe that recently opened up near the city’s library; a quaint little shop, squeezed between a hardware shop and a health & beauty care chain store. You can still remember how their eyes lit up as they excitedly described the brioche and the strawberry tiramisu they ate with vivid details. 

So that’s where you’re headed off to now. 

Apparently, the bakery is closer than you thought when you cut corners and jump through the shortcuts. Being born and raised here in Dahlia like so many others, you knew this city like the back of your hand. Though the existence of Shifters, Vampires, Daemons and more were a slap in the face to you.

Oh, that reminds you, be sure to ask Vincent if the Vampires have anything similar to Fangtasia here in this city. 

The bell above the door chimes when you enter the bakery. The sign outside says ‘OPEN’ but since it’s still quite early in the morning, you and a couple sitting at a table near the corner are the only customers currently. Manning behind the cashier is a young woman and her co-worker setting up freshly baked goods behind the display glass. 

You made a beeline to the counter. 

“Good morning. Uh, can I please have one sea salt coffee - regular size - one red bean mooncake and, umm…” You paused to scan the menu laid before you. “And a marble taro.” 

There. That's sort of a healthy breakfast, right? 

The young woman hardly bats an eye at your order. She drawl out the total amount of your food and drink to which you hand her some cash before choosing a table beside the large window so you could see the city and her people go about their lives. The scent of freshly baked pastries, hot chocolates and brewed coffees wash over you pleasantly. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if Vincent would love this place as much as you do… 

The cashier came over with a tray of your order before your musing could spiral down further. You thank her, snap a picture of your food and coffee for Vincent before enjoying your breakfast. It’s a perfect morning, well, almost a perfect morning… 

Halfway through your coffee, your phone vibrates. Vincent had texted back: 

‘Looks delish, Lovely! Make sure to finish your meal, OK? My flight was a nightmare - I’ll spare you the details - but Will and I reached the airport safely. I’ll call you soon, Lovely. I love you, always.’ 

Vincent’s text helps to fill his absence, somewhat. You polish off the last bit of your coffee and exhale loudly; there’s no use moping around. Adventure awaits! After all, there’s never a dull day here in Dahlia. For all you know, something is right around the corner just for you! 

Tummy warm and full, you bask in the morning light for a few more minutes before exiting the bakery. 

...And promptly collide with a walking furnace. Because seriously, the moment your chest hits them, it feels as if their body heat lunges at you.

“Ow!” You fell and landed hard on your ass. Whoever had the misfortune to collide against you, they were a tad taller and seemed to be in a rush to be able to hit you with an impact. 

“Oh fuck! I’m so so sorry! Are you alright!? I ran too fast because I always missed out on their marble taros! Oh gosh, oh gosh; can you hear me? Shit, I really hope I didn’t hurt you too badly…” The stranger rambled worriedly. 

“I-I’m fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me.” You assured them and gladly grabbed the offered hand. They gently pull you up from the pavement. 

“You sure? I can take you to the hospital right now if you want!” They pressed on, eyes checking for any sign of injuries on your body. “Just after I buy my pastries though.” 

You didn’t expect the blatant honesty; the idea that some loaves of bread are this person's top priorities crack you up. You couldn’t help it, so you burst out a giggle. 

“I’m good, I’m good; don’t worry.” You hiccup and wipe a stray tear from the corner of your right eye. You can’t believe this. “Go get your bread and oh, for the record? I totally get why you rush here. Their marble taro is really something else. You better hurry up; I heard the cashier said they’ll be making the last batch for the day.”

You smirk when the walking furnace’s eyes widen in horror. They darted into the bakery without a single word. The bell chimes loudly when they rush to yank the door and scramble towards the counter.

Just for the fuck of it, you lean against the window and decide to wait. Snippets of frantic conversation can be heard inside and it wasn’t long before the bell tinkle once more. 

The stranger that bumped into you pout, clutching a huge paper bag of pastries close to their chest as if they feared you would snatch it. “You lied.” 

“Shocker, I know.” You tease and then you feel your blood froze despite the warm morning. You suddenly recalled where and from whom you heard those words before and quickly stomped the image out of your head. 

“Uh, dude? Are you sure you’re alright? You look super pale.” The stranger narrowed their eyes on you. Despite the blatant concern on their face and how genuinely friendly and cheerful their voice is, you get the feeling that they’re trying to pull you apart by the seams to see if you would lie or not. 

So you opt for the honest option. “I will be.” You assured them. “Just some… bad memories pop up.” 

“Huh, well that sucks.” They glance at the bag of pastries for a moment, silent and contemplating. They then thrust it practically in your face before you could do so much as flinch. “You want some? Food always helps me feel good when I’m sad.” 

The loaves of bread smelled really good but for the second time, you giggled. “No, no, I’m full. Thank you though; that’s very kind of you to offer.” 

“It’s only the right thing to do.” They reply with an easy shrug. You get the feeling that the stranger’s kindness is something remarkable. “The name is -” 

Across the street, a truck driver pressed the horn when the car in front of him refused to budge despite the traffic lights having switched from red to green for ten minutes now.

“ - but you can call me Angel; all my friends do. Now that we’ve bumped into one another, your destiny just altered. Our fates will forever be intertwined once you give me your name.” 

Oh, you like where this is going.

“I’m - ” The driver in front of the truck kicked open his door and proceeded to shout at the truck driver. A line of cars gradually formed behind the vehicle and horns began to blare as a brawl broke out in the middle of the road. “ - nice to meet you!” 

“A lovely name…” Here your new friend - Angel - trailed off, their eyes appraising your body. “For a lovely soul. Lovely. Huh. Can I call you that?” 

Gorgeous, brimming with moxie mix with a spoonful of friendly flirting? Oh, you like them more and more by the second. 

Also, you idly wondered if there’s some weird magic attached to your name or else this is going to be a pattern every time you introduce yourself. 

“Sure.” You answered, and the two of you shook hands. 

“Say… who do you think would win? Godzilla or King Kong?” 

“Psh, is that even a question? Godzilla, obviously. He’s the king of monsters for a reason! And grandpa got his Atomic Breath; what does Kong even have?” 

“You. I like you. I have a feeling that this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.” 

When there’s no escaping from Angel’s octopus arm of love and friendship around your shoulders, you let yourself be swept away. 

-

“So you’re an Electro Energetic?” 

“Yup.” 

“Got any plans on what you’re going to be in the future?” 

“To shed my mortal body and transform into King Ghidorah.”

“...Can I be the left head?”

“I was hoping you’d ask that. We need the right head, though.” 

“I’ll give my friend a call; they’re a Freelancer studying at D.A.M.N too. Maybe you’ve seen them around?”

-

“Wait - you said your boyfriend is a Vampire?”

“He’s more of a dork than a Vampire, but yeah.”

“Cool, cool. Hey, my boyfriend is a Werewolf. Do you know what this means?” 

“...Twilight marathon?” 

“Twilight marathon! We have to do it. Let’s go, Lovely; you’re going to crash at my place for the best movie night of your life!” 

“I’ll grab some food and drinks from my place. Will be there in twenty minutes.” 

-

“This is the third time I’ve watched these movies and I think they just got worse over the years.” You complained, chugging down your fourth can of Red Bull. You don’t drink, so you wondered if this is how it feels like to slowly go drunk. Or high. 

You’re in your sleep wear - a simple black shorts and one of Vincent’s t-shirts. Exhausted, stomach bloated with snacks; you feel like shit. Your body is seconds away from saying fuck it and crash down. 

And yet you’ve never felt so alive before. 

The time on your phone says it's 3.23 AM; you and Angel slough through the first two movies and now finally, the end credits for Eclipse roll down on the TV screen. Angel lives with their boyfriend - who was on a business trip, coincidentally - in a very homely apartment. When you first entered, you could tell just what sort of couple they are. 

The place looks as if a small tornado tried to turn the apartment upside down but was fended off just barely - little knick knacks such as rainbow beaded bracelets were carelessly thrown on the kitchen counter behind a microwave, a crop top with printed bongo cats floating within a glittered galaxy is drape over a dining chair, three heart-shaped balloons knock against one another from the living room’s ceiling and for some reason, the USB stereo is on the floor playing Black Pink’s Pretty Savage. 

The other half of the apartment - the more organised side - are filled with neatly shelved books of all genres, an untouched bowl of fruits are on the coffee table and most of the expensive-looking dishes and silverwares are displayed behind a glass cabinet. Those were probably gifts from family and friends. 

You spend an entire day here, engaging in stupid but fun conversations with Angel, painted each others’ nails and even shop online for the sluttiest outfit that you two could find just for the hell of it before binge-watching the entire Twilight series. 

Unlike you, however, Angel is buzzing around like a hyperactive bunny on crackhead energy. Halfway through New Moon, she busted out stacks of colourful sticky notes, some thumbtacks and a huge yarn ball. You watch with utter fascination as they begin to furiously write down every little thing about the Vampires and Werewolves representations from the movies to your and their boyfriend. 

It’s 3.25 AM now. The entire living room wall looks like an abstract form of an art piece, made of common stationeries. 

Hair in a messy bun, a stick of strawberry pocky dangling from their lips like a lit cigarette, a black sharpie in one hand and dressed in black cat onesie, Angel tapped on the piece of red sticky note that wrote ‘culture appropriation or nah?’

“So what have we learned so far?” 

“Vampires don't sparkle.” You immediately piped up and this time, cracked open a can of black coffee. A brand name from Japan, but the bitter tang immediately zolt your already fried nerves to maximum level. You love it. “Period.” 

“Noted! Now, does this make Stephenie Meyer racist!?” 

You actually had to pause and consider that. “Will need to get you back on that one.” 

Angel hurried to scribble ‘remind Lovely for feedback’ inside the same note. “Very well. We shall move on to the Werewolves.” They start to list down the characteristics of the Werewolves portrayed in the movies and then compare them to their boyfriend; but the thing is, they didn’t realise that they verbally list down the quirks of their Shifter lover instead. 

You find it cute that Angel rambled on and on about someone named Davey, so you didn’t interrupt them. Hell, you’d be the same with Vincent. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you got sidetracked from comparing your lovers to spilling the tea about your relationships. 

“After we first slept together, I said to Davey, “Thanks for the sex, bro” complete with a peace sign and a wink. He got so mad that he refused to let me off the bed until I promised to stay.” Angel laughs fondly. They tear open a bag of Cheetos Puffs and throw one into your open mouth. The two of you celebrate with a high-five. 

“Vince freaked out when I told him he was my first.” You chewed, swallowed and washed the after taste of the junk food with even more coffee. Who needs sleep when you could reach divinity with cans of Red Bulls, Kirin Fire coffees and junk foods. “He was extra sweet to me the next day as if he was trying to make up for how rough he was. You could totally see how precious he is from Pluto.” 

“That’s so cute!” Angel cooed. “You’ve landed the golden D, dude. Congrats.” 

“Sounds like you’re the same. To us!” 

You clink your can of coffee with Angel’s bottle of Mountain Dew. 

Eventually, the night made way to the rising sun and the final scene of Breaking Dawn came to a close. The living room is a total mess - blankets and pillows are strewn all over the floor, empty bags of chips, cans and bottles are underneath the coffee table and you swore that one rolled underneath the couch and the wall is still a sad, modern version of cubism with strings. 

“So…” You tilt your head to stare at a wide-eyed Angel, still buzzing with energy. “Want to play Mario Kart? Loser has to let the winner dress them for the day.” 

“You’re on! I hope you like crop tops” 

-

Vincent couldn’t stop bouncing his leg. The airport is bustling with people rushing for their early morning flights despite dawn barely peeking from the horizon. Like most of the humans around them, Vincent and Will are waiting for their boarding gate to open. 

Speaking of Will, he had wandered off to inquire about their time of arrival to one of the help counters somewhere near the vending machines that they passed. 

These past three days felt like three years without Lovely at his side. Vincent was an idiot to think that a few simple phone calls were enough to chase the yearning of his undead heart for his lover. His sweet and strong, Lovely. 

How are they right now? Judging from the different time zones, Vincent reckoned that it’s nearly midnight where the city of Dahlia is right now. Is Lovely getting ready for bed? What did they have for dinner? How was their day? 

An amused chuckle startled Vincent from his musing. “Oh Vincent, did your phone somehow insult you? You’ve been glaring at it for at least five minutes since I’ve returned.” 

“G-Geez! Don’t sneak up on me like that, old man.” Vincent mumbled, he nearly dropped his phone from his Sire’s sudden and silent appearance. 

“Apologies. Perhaps you should give them a call?” Will suggested as he took a seat beside him. He offers a warm, knowing smile at Vincent’s confused expression. “You wore a lovelorn expression when you stared at your phone. Do us both a favour and call your Lovely, hmm?” 

“...I shouldn’t. They’re probably sleeping - ”

“Maybe. Or maybe not. For all you know, they might still be up, waiting for you to call them.” 

Vincent gave in. He desperately needed to hear Lovely's voice. Besides, their sleepy whines are so adorable and he misses them terribly. 

Will occupied himself with a John Grisham book while Vincent pressed familiar numbers and held his phone up to his ear. Lovely answered in less than a minute. 

“Hey, Lovely.” Vincent greets, feeling the uneasiness and longing untangled themselves from his chest. He can’t wait to return home and have them in his arms again. The next time he has to go on a business trip again, he’ll bring Lovely along. If Will has a problem with it, he could take Alexis. “Sorry for calling you again so late at night. I… I just need to hear your voice again. Anyway, are you on the bed - ”

“Oh my god, did you just throw your underwear at me!?” 

“Uh, Lovely?” 

Vincent immediately pull the phone away when his ear is assaulted by a cacophony of K-pop music blaring in the background, accompanied by an obnoxious laugh of glee and Lovely’s mutterings of “That slut is going to get it now”, “300% sugar in your boba tea? Dude, just do cocaine instead!” and “Oh, Dilf alert! He has a French accent too? A solid 8/10 from me, definitely.” 

Beside him, Will snorts. He happily ignores the glare Vincent threw at him and flips a page. 

But for a brief, crazy moment, Vincent was struck with fear at the thought of his lover harbouring a secret crush on his Sire. He still remembers how freely Lovely blush and giggle whenever Will was around.

“Lovely? Is everything alright?” Vincent tries again, straining to hear through the music and someone’s chattering. Who is with his Lovely past midnight? He starts to worry and feel… a little uncomfortable. 

“Vincent? What’s up, baby? You don’t usually call me so late.” Lovely reply, sounding a bit distracted. Suddenly, Vincent heard a crash, followed by a, “It’s not broken! It’s all good!” 

“Where are you? What’s going on? Are you at a party?” Vincent didn’t demand, he inquired as firmly as possible. Flashes of his Lovely dancing at a club or hanging out with some faceless man and woman keep popping in his mind. It stirs his bloodlust. 

Will idly pat his hand to calm Vincent down, eyes still glued to his book. 

“I’m at home; had a friend over for the night. The apartment is just… too quiet without you.” 

Lovely’s easy and genuine admittance settled something feral inside of Vincent. He guessed that his lover and their friend must be having a sleepover. 

“I’m sorry that I had to leave, Lovely.” Vincent murmurs. “Will and I are at the airport right now. We should be boarding in thirty minutes.” Here, he paused and continued in a quieter tone, “I’ve missed you so much, Lovely. I’ve left my heart with you and… well, it’s just not the same without you.”

“See!? Prime example of a golden D there, Lovely!” Someone - Vincent assumed is his lover’s friend - shriek in the background. 

Their sudden shriek didn’t surprise him. What did, however, was another, stranger’s voice joining in their conversation. 

From a couple of seats, right in front of Vincent. Right here in the airport. 

“Don’t shriek into the phone, Angel! Are you trying to make me go deaf in one ear!?” 

The man - no, Shifter, grumbled. Vincent could smell the scent of lush forest and dirt around him; a Werewolf, then. But his nature wasn’t the reason why Vincent’s jaw is hanging open. 

Will, who had given up the pretence of reading his book, couldn’t hold himself back from grinning widely. He already connected the dots, unlike Vincent. “Oh my, isn’t that Alpha Shaw? He must be on a business trip as well! What a small world.” 

Luckily Vincent was clutching his phone tightly or not he would’ve dropped it in shock. Alpha Shaw? No way… David Shaw!? The Alpha of the Werewolf’s pack in Dahlia!? What the fuck - 

“Turn down the volume, Angel, before the neighbours call the police!” Lovely shouted back. 

In front of him, Vincent and Will watch the impressive scowl on David Shaw’s - the Werewolf King of Dahlia, himself - face. “Uh, excuse me? The fuck? It’s way past midnight, Angel. Where are you; who are you with?” 

“Looks like your lover made a new friend.” Will said in mock-whisper. Even though both of them knew full well that the Shifter wouldn’t be able to hear them from where they are in his human form. “I have a feeling that the Shaw pack and the Solaire clan will be closely in touch in the coming days.” 

Vincent shakes his head; truly, his Lovely is something else. Without hesitation, the Vampire Prince got up to introduce himself to the annoyed Werewolf. He didn’t take it personally when the Shifter shot him a glare for interrupting his phone call. If looks could kill, well, let’s just say that Vincent is thankful that being a Vampire means that he’s not about to be a Werewolf’s chew toy anytime soon. 

“Hi. I’m Vincent Solaire - yes, you heard that right - and before you ask, I’m pretty sure our lovers are currently hanging out at my place right now.” 

That got the Alpha to do a wonderful imitation of a statue. He wouldn’t look out of place at the Louvre, Vincent thought.

David exhales loudly - as if he damn close to being done with everything that this world has to offer - before addressing his lover on the other side of the phone. “The things you got yourself into, you damn troublemaker.” No doubt that David probably isn’t too keen to know that his mate is friends with a Vampire’s lover, but Will has a knack for turning enemies to allies; he’ll let his Sire deal with the politics once they get back to Dahlia. 

“You love me!” Angel smugly replied. “Oh and guess what? We binge watched the entire Twilight movie series and we got some questions!” 

“And uh, just a heads up.” Lovely’s voice hesitantly chimes through Vincent’s phone. “We haven’t slept since you guys left. I mean, I slept the day you left Vince, but, uh...” 

Vincent winces and politely ignores David’s flow of cursing under his breath. 

They left home for only three days, surely their apartments are still standing and their lovers aren’t drunk, high or planning to commit anarchy!

...Right? 

[bagadew]

The Great Ace Attorney Playthrough: The Adventure of the Runaway Room (Part 1b)

Last time: We (and by we I mean Ryunosuke and Susato) arrived in England, and were almost immediately sent to play lawyer by Daemon Gant’s ancestor, who is definitely going to either die or kill someone later. Despite our client being only the richest of able bodied white men, we quickly found ourselves on the ropes thanks to the worlds least impartial jury. Fortunately we now get to put the buggers on the spot and demand they give us their reasons for convicting my client (and boy had they better be good).

Ryunosuke, the more we learn about that man the more of a cad he becomes. I say we should be very thankful we aren’t doing that.

Let me get this straight, instead of smashing their half baked ideas to smithereens and laughing as I go, I have to use the worlds weakest bricks to build my argument.

Susato, one of them knows one of the witnesses.

Oh, so that’s what we’re doing.

Ok, Ryunosuke, lets get shit stirring!

Well firstly, either the drunk juror’s wrong or Beppo’s overcharging people, so jot that down.

Ooh, we’re pacing!

(Also, I’d like to thank Juror No.4 for backing me up, ma’am you are the only member of this group bothering to make even the slightest bit of effort. For this I thank you.)

Of course! Thank you for putting two and two together like that for me!

(Wait a second, I’ve just realized that we’ve got the KBS slung on our hip! That’s amazing!)

And this lady’s and gentleman, is why we don’t let people who know those involved stand on the Jury.

GET HIS ASS JUROR NO.4!

(You are my favourite juror, you can tell the others if you’d like.)

Excellent work Ryunosuke!

Have you not even been listening?

(Susato is explaining the last ten minutes to him because she has more patience than I ever will.)

>:D

And Juror No.2’s crossed over to our side as well!

>:D

And she’s doing it for much better reasons than Juror No.5!

Juror No.2 you’re winning me back!

Just two more jurors to convince now, so let’s go on to the discrepancy about how the victim was stabbed, and maybe point out that the body was left in the seat it was stabbed it.

Old Lady vs Jack the Ripper, here we go!

(Ten guineas on the granny!)

Haha! His knife got stuck in the table!

(I put it again that this man should have that knife taken away from him.)

Yes judge, and if we’d been allowed to go through the whole trial before the jurors jumped the gun, you’d have known that already.

Yay! We’ve won Granny Thickle back!

WHAT DO YOU THINK THE JURY IS SUPPOSED TO DO YOU NINCOMPOOP?!?

And he’s being really racist now.

Fortunately he’s also rubbing the rest of the jury up the wrong way!

Well I consider this to have been a success Ryunosuke.

Well given that the body was found on the seat and there was no blood on the floor... I’m going to say no.

He wants evidence.

Ok then.

As a wise man with a cool sword once said: I will shove it down your throat and make you choke on it.

(Yeah, we should really have seen Kazuma’s moral dubiousness coming...)

Anyways, let’s show him the crime scene photo then.

WRONG???

Of course! The autopsy report shows he was only stabbed once!!!

Meaning that there was only one incident where the witness was stabbed!

VICTORY VICTORY VICTORY!!!

YEAH!!!

Yes, kill each other!

My Lord, Juror No.3 has started licking his knife and threatening the witnesses now...

I’m a little bummed we didn’t get to convince Juror No.4 seeing as she’s the one putting in the hours up there, but never mind. We’re back on track baby!

HE CRUSHED IT!

Oh my god Ryunosuke, we’ve got a prosecution shut up button!

HE THREW OF HIS DRACULA CLOAK!

Oh please, we all know perjury doesn’t exist in this here!

Oho, so apparently Beppo’s been overcharging his customers. Given the conditions he’s been working in I can’t exactly blame him though.

Unfortunately that does kind of rule out the possibility of an extra passenger though, so I’m not sure it helped us much.

Damn right I do!

‘Absolutely’ Ryunosuke and I share one mind.

Now let’s see if we can clear up that whole ‘I saw the victim stabbed on the floor’ bs.

You know, I’m rapidly warming to Mr Furst. Unlike the other witnesses and the god damn jury, he’s not telling lies, or overinflated by his own self importance. He’s actually taking it seriously and doing his best to be as clear and close to factual as he can.

I mean he could well be the killer for all I know, but right now I’m just enjoying him as a nice gentle guy who’s trying his best. It’s refreshing.

Barok’s trying to point out that we still have one witness who saw the stabbing, to which I say: Yeah, a witness with a reason to lie!

Still, Beppo’s the one I should probably be focusing on here, as he’s saying he saw the victim stabbed in places he couldn’t have been.

Well that was easy.

Mr Fairplay on the other hand is going absolutely ham on his cane.

What’s the matter Mr Fairplay?

Got something to say?

Again Mr Fairplay, being a banker in an Ace Attorney Game is not the commending statement you think it is.

Anyways new statement time!

And what’s this I see? Both his hands were covered in blood? That looks like a new contradiction to me!

You know he’s weirdly insistent about this, and I can’t work out why?

Like, regardless of whether or not he committed the murder, he’s clearly hoping that Mr McGilded’s going to be taken out of the picture as a result.

But if he wants that to happen then this is such a weird thing to lie about. It doesn’t add in any way to Mr McGilded’s ‘guilt’, in fact thanks to his gloves it kind of does the opposite.

But if he’s not lying then he has to be mistaken and I don’t understand what that would mean either.

Wow, Juror No.6 is ready to throw down!

(Juror No.3’s going off as well, but I don’t think that’s anything to write home about.)

NOT IN THE WAY HE REPEATEDLY SAID IT WAS!

I’m no longer so sure. After all, if he was it would be far more in his interest to keep quiet about it or say he was mistaken as soon as we bought the gloves out.

What I’m beginning to wonder though, is if there was a mysterious fifth passenger after all, and their hands were the ones Mr Fairplay saw covered in blood.

Come to think of it, he did say that he didn’t see the victim or killers faces, so that’s a good chance, and one that actually gives some hint as to what our suspect looks like: i.e. small.

Debt time.

IT’S A HUGE DEBT!!!

Good to get proper conformation on that theory then.

ORDAAR!

(If you don’t know about the House of Commons cry of Order you should look it up on YouTube. It’s basically the one good thing to have come out of that place.)

So he did lie about seeing the moment the victim was stabbed then. I guess that leave more room for the idea that the fifth passenger did it.

Actually, come to think of it did Mr McGilded ever tell us where he went to sit in the carriage? Could he have been on the open side, the one Mr Fairplay and Mr Furst couldn’t see from where they were?

Huh, he’s still doubling down.

Again I really don’t think he’s lying here, but I do think he’s mistaken about who’s hands he could see.

Also given how much this statement relies on him being a witness I should probably rule him out of my enquires.

I’m rapidly going back over my notes to see if I ever accused him, but let’s be honest here I did. The False Accusations counter is up to a nice healthy 5/5.

Of course Mr Furst, you’re an angle and we’re all thrilled you’re here.

Ok, well now any doubts I had that Mr Fairplay was telling the truth have been put to rest, thank you Mr Furst. You, me and Susato should form our own breakaway courtroom, Juror No.4 can come if she likes.

Anyway time for more testimony.

Certainly looks that way doesn’t it My Lord?

Now Barok want’s to examine the Omnibus again.

You know what, sure Barok, knock yourself out.

Barok, keep up. It literally a huge contradiction sitting right there.

YES IT MATTERS!!!

Well thanks to Mr Furst, the one good witness, we know that the real killer wasn’t wearing any gloves. Again Mr Furst I thank you.

Wait a second, there was a space under the seat opposite the victim wasn’t there. I know it was full of stuff but was there any room for someone to fit themselves?

Barok’s telling me that there was no trace of blood on Mr McGilded’s actual hands. I’m glad you’ve finally caught up Barok but stop talking now so I can examine the omnibus again.

Yes! A space!

And whoever it was who could fit inside there definitely fits the category of small!

And right on cue it’s time to bring their blind spot to light.

Now, I need to work out if they want to know about the space under the seats or if they just want the seats themselves, because from where Mr Furst and Mr Fairplay were sitting they couldn’t see either.

Fuck it, I’ll just put my cursor half way between the two and hopefully it’ll except whichever one it wants.

Haha, yes... exactly what I was going to say...

MY EVIDENCE IS THE FUCKING BLOODIED GLOVES!!!

Anyways, given that the killer was by all accounts sitting next to the victim with no gloves and bloodied hands, the only person who could have been in the concealed seat was Mr McGilded. Again, did anyone actually bother to check which seat he sat in?

Well done Judge. Still as sharp as ever I see.

Wow, that one hit the light!

Barok, that’s alcohol. If you start a fire in here I’m not going to put you out.

Oh he’s being racist again.

Racist stuff Ryunosuke.

Ok, well let me brake this down into words that a stuck up prick like you would understand. The witnesses never saw the attackers face, but they did see his hands and all agree that they were covered in blood. My clients hands were not covered in blood, and therefor he doesn’t fit the one thing we know about the killer. However we know he was on the omnibus, and the only place he could have been is in the seat that can’t be seen.

... you guys, I think this man might be the OG “protégé” prosecutor. Hugh O’Connor and Sebastian Debeste were simply trending in this mans footsteps.

I’m not really sure how much clearer you want me to be My Lord!

(Also ORDAAAAR!)

Van Zieks is still crawling blindly towards the light, and I suggest we just move on without him.

I know (or at least I hope) he’s just deliberately putting up barriers as the prosecution, but the way he’s doing it really looks like he’s packing his intelligence onto a bus and sending it out to destinations unknown.

(Credit to Ryunosuke for spelling it out for him though.)

Thank you Mr Furst, I knew you’d have my back.

THEN LET’S BRING HIM INTO COURT!!!

(ORDAAARR!!!)

Yeah on what grounds?

I mean this is literally the solution to all our problems.

Yeah, well he probably lied (though I can’t work out why).

Excellent point Ryunosuke!

Now Van Zieks is pointing out that if Mr McGilded lied in his statement there would have been a deliberate reason for doing so. To be honest, as the prosecution, this seems like all the more reason to bring him in.

Anyway we’re demanding his testimony.

WHY THE HELL ARE WE ASKING THEM?!?

Well luckily for us the jury seems to finally be getting its arse in gear and has agreed (fairly unanimously) to let the god damn defendant make a statement in his own murder trial.

Nothing to say here. This just feels like a meme.

HAHA!!! THERE WAS SOMEONE!!!

EAT MY SHIT BAROK!!!

Wait an urchin?

Ace Attorney, I’ve already had a ‘don’t feel good’ case regarding who I’m accusing, don’t make me do that again.

STOP MAKING ME ACCUSE POOR AND FRIGHTENED CHILDREN!

Yeah, they probably would have done, and unlike you I don’t think she’d have been able to pull the ‘I donated a park to this city you know’ trick to win hearts and minds.

I wonder if she was there as a passenger or as a stowaway? Because I’d say that gap under the seat could fit a child pretty easily.

Now Barok’s saying we have no reason to believe Mr McGilded. And he’s right except for, you know, all the evidence...

Wait what.

A smoke bomb just went off!

I really don’t like the face Mr McGilded pulled just then, and he definitely gave a signal for it to be dropped.

...Ah fuck, he’s guilty isn’t he.

And he’s using some kid to cover it up.

Well shit...

[silver-greedling]

While You Were Away

Prompto Argentum x Reader (could technically be seen as a part two of the last one, but you don't have to read it to read this one)

It had been about two weeks since my twin brother had been practically absorbed into the crystal that was meant to save us. In a flash, before any of our friends could save him, he was gone.

I hadn't been there myself; They had left me in Lucis after the destruction of Altissia. Cid was more than willing to let me stay in the caravan at his garage, and I was happy to help him and Cindy.

I had started to become really good friends with Cindy. At first, I thought it might be a little awkward, as she was Prompto's old crush and I was his girlfriend, but she turned out to be really sweet. Our personalities complimented each other perfectly, according to Cid.

Somehow, I almost knew what to expect when the Regalia returned with only three occupants. An all too familiar raven's nest of hair was missing.

Before I could even walk to the Regalia, Prompto had left the car and was walking to meet me at the caravan. He pulled me into his arms, burying his face into my neck tightly. I didn't know what to expect, but I was certainly shocked to feel something running down my neck.

"It's about Noctis," he cried softly when I asked him about it. "He..."

Slowly and tearfully, he explained everything as best as he could, from him getting accidentally pushed off the train, to meeting the guys at Zegnautus, up until Noctis had tried to use the crystal, but had paid a high pice in return for naught.

My own lip quivered as he pulled me close. "I couldn't help him, I'm so sorry."

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault," I assured him, trying to keep my breath steady. "Noctis...is an idiot. He does dumb things, sometimes, but...I'm sure he's not blaming you, wherever he is."

"How have you been?" he asked once his eyes had dried. He offered me a smile, but it was too forced.

"Alright, I guess," I sighed. "Although, I have noticed that something is very weird." I stopped for a moment, shaking my head. "That's too vague, I mean to say that something is really...off with the world, lately. The nights have started to grow longer and longer, and the days are getting shorter. That means the daemons are out for longer periods of time, and a ton of nearby places have been getting scared of attacks."

"But you've kept safe here, right?" he asked, scanning my body quickly for injuries. I saw his eyes stop on the scar on my arm, and I put a hand on his cheek to force him to face me.

"I'm perfectly fine," I told him. "Do you see me? I'm standing right here, and you can feel me, right? I'm here and I'm real, I promise."

He nodded, pressing a kiss to my lips, before moving back to fully look at me. "You got prettier while I was away," he flirted unashamedly, and I blushed, not having expected it.

"Prompto!" I buried my face in his chest, and he laughed at the action. "Give a girl a warning next time, geez!"

"No one warned me that you were going to enter my life," he told me, stroking my hair. "But here you are. I thank the Six every single day that you're in my life, you know? Every single day, princess."

"When did you get so bold?" I asked shyly, hiding my red face.

"Well, aside from kicking ass, I had a ton of time to self reflect while I was out there," he told me. "Y'know, when your best friend kicks you off a train while mistaking you for the enemy, a bit of alone time is deserved, I always say."

"I'm glad you seem a little more confident." I pulled back to give him a smile. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too."

Our lips met again, but not for long. Ignis had called Prompto's name, causing him to remove himself with a sigh.

"I'll be back in a moment, okay? Don't go anywhere."

"I'm not leaving you, I promise."

~~~

"Prompto, you've been living here for two years, you know where the sugar is," I laughed. Despite my words, I still came into the kitchen, reaching into one of the cabinets to get the sugar.

"Yeah, but it's a great excuse to get you in here with me," he giggled, wrapping his arms around me from behind as I set the sugar bag on the counter. "You should stay, it'll be fun!"

I smiled at his words as he turned me to face him. "Not for too long - I still have a ton of work to get done."

"But I'm more important, right?" He gave me a little pout, tilting his head like a puppy.

"Of course you are." I rolled my eyes. "What a silly question."

"Ah, but hearing that makes it worth it," he told me, putting his hands on my cheeks. "I love you, princess."

"Mhm, I love you, too."

His lips met mine, and it was heated quickly. I found myself moving the bag to the side as he picked me up to sit on the counter, mouths hardly ever leaving one another for more than a short breath of air.

My hands found their way under his tight T-shirt, which didn't do much to conceal his toned chest. He wasn't super buff like Gladio, nor was he a square of a man like Ignis, but he was perfectly Prompto-shaped, as I liked to say.

A phone ringing interrupted our moment, just as it was starting to get further. It was Prompto's phone. He tried hard to ignore it, pulling back to huff and roll his eyes as he denied the call, but they called back almost immediately after he set the phone down. Sighing, he grabbed the phone, not moving from his spot.

"Ignis," he muttered, "always ruining the moment." At that, he answered the phone, keeping an arm wrapped around me.

I could barely hear Ignis' voice, and I couldn't catch a word he said, but he spoke in that same, cool tone that was unmistakably him.

"Yeah," Prompto sighed in response to something Ignis said. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there. Yup."

Ignis hung up after that, and Prompto dropped his arms to his sides.

"He wants me to join him and Glad on a hunt. Today."

A sense of sadness rolled through me. He didn't go on hunts often, especially now that daylight was nonexistent and that made everything more dangerous, but it always scared me when he did. I begged him every time to let me go, but the look in his eyes perfectly mirrored my own. It was a look of pure love, the look you give someone when you know you may never see them again.

A million times he had told me that he refused to lose me during a hunt. That he'd be put at ease to know that I'm at home and safe from harm. He promised to always return if I just stayed out of danger.

"Be careful," I told him as I hopped off of the counter. "I...I'll help you pack."

His weapons were now in a storage closet at the end of the hallway, one that we almost never used. He grabbed a gun or two as I raided some boxes in the closet for curatives and the like. Once I was satisfied, I gave him his bag, and went to the bedroom.

"Your camera," I told him. "I know it's dark and all, but you never know when you'll get a good-"

I stopped as the images on the camera popped up. Of course, the first thing to show was a picture of my brother and I, right outside our home. This was years ago, when my brother was around...when our dad was alive...when the Crown City - our city - was alive and prosperous.

A hand on my back startled me, and I almost dropped the camera, but Prompto steadied me.

"Keep it with you," he told me as I clicked through the pictures. "Hold onto it, okay?"

"But what'll you-"

"You always forget that I kept the one that you gave me," he chuckled, picking another, newer camera up off of the dresser. I smiled.

"No, I just like hearing you say that you keep it."

"Of course I keep it." He smiled back. "What a silly question."

With a laugh, I set the older camera back on the shelf to view at a later time. I followed him to the front door, where he hesitated to leave.

"I love you." He turned to face me, a hand resting on my cheek. "Be safe."

"I love you, too," I told him. "And you be safe, too. Tell Gladio I'll be pissed if I see so much as a scratch, alright?"

He laughed and rolled his eyes, before planting a kiss on my lips. Seemingly happy with his sendoff, he opened the door and stepped outside, where a special bright light covered our house completely. I stood at the door and watched him walk out to his motorcycle - which he looked really hot driving, not gonna lie.

Before stepping on the bike, he turned back to me. With a shake of his head, he started toward the house again, and I walked up to meet him about halfway.

"Did you forget something? I'm sure we packed-"

I was cut off by his lips all but slamming into mine. Surprised, it took me a second to respond, but I placed my hands on his chest in response.

He pulled back, and I saw a certain gleam in his eyes. "This hunt might take a really long time. It could take weeks, maybe even a month." I nodded in understanding as his hand stroked my cheek. "Oh, Six....when I come back, I want you to marry me!"

My mind blanked at the words, but a stupid smile crossed my face. "Marry...?"

"I don't have a ring, and the circumstances suck, and I know we wanted to wait for Noctis, but I can't wait anymore, princess. I can't stand another second knowing I haven't completely made you mine."

He stepped closer, giving me a watery smile. "I would trade the whole world for you. I love you more than anything and anyone else, I hope you know. I'm ready to say that I'm spending the rest of my life with you, not as a friend, kot a boyfriend, but your husband."

"Of course I'll marry you," I cried, tears already streaming. "W-What a silly question, Prompto. I will, I will marry you."

"I knew you would, but hearing you say it makes it better."

I wiped the tears from my face, but they came too fast to stop for longer than a single moment.

A few of his own tears fell as he kissed me one more time. "The second I get back, we're getting married. One way or another. It's too late to change your mind."

"I'd never change my mind." He grinned at ny words, planting a final kiss on my cheek, before slowly, almost against his will, turning to get on his motorcycle.

"I love you," he told me as the engine started.

"I love you, too. Get back home quick; It's rude to keep a girl waiting."

Laughing, he started driving off, but not without giving me a little wave as he left.

[themoonandotherslikeit]

The Look in Her Eyes- Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One, A Bad Deal

Dean

It was over. We killed the demon we had been hunting our whole lives. It was over, but at what cost?

I held Ava in my arms. Azazel said she was pregnant. I closed her eyes and pulled her to my chest. He had to be lying.

"Dean." Sam said with a shaking voice as he walked toward me.

I cradled Ava against my chest. I should have listened to my Dad. Made her stay behind. She should have never come along.

She was my responsibility. She was family. I never told her how important she was. She died afraid.

I put a bullet in her chest. There would be no forgiveness for that.

"Son." Dad walked to me. "Let's go."

I shook my head.

I couldn't move. I was covered in her blood. I looked down at her flat stomach. She couldn't have been. Not that it mattered. She was gone.

"Come on." Sam said, touching my arm.

"Ava."

"Let's take her home." Sam offered.

"What home?" I asked angrily.

"To Bobby's." Dad said. "He will want to say goodbye."

I shook my head, scooping her into my arms as I stood. "No one is saying goodbye."

She was my responsibility. I pulled her into bed. If I stayed an ass she would've left. This was my fault. I had to fix it.

"Dean!" Sam called after me.

I didn't realize I was running until I got to the Impala. I laid her in the back seat. I shrugged out of my jacket and laid it over her. If it weren't for all the blood she may have looked like she was sleeping, but I knew better.

I looked up to find Sammy almost caught up. I couldn't let him stop me. I shut the door and got in the drivers seat. I pulled out onto the road and I started to drive.

"Can we just stay here forever?" Ava asked, resting on my chest. She ran her finger along my tattoo. She was tracing the image.

"I'd like that." I agreed. I ran my fingers down her spine.

"We can't." She sighed and kissed my chest.

"You're wishy washy."

"I'm a realist." She smiled against my skin. "Forever is impossible."

"Dark."

"Mhm. Nothing lasts forever, Dean. We only have today."

My head was spinning.

I didn't deserve her. I always knew that, but I wanted to be with her anyway. Selfish.

I could picture her, for just a second, with a big round belly. "Dean! No pictures!"

I'd smile. "Shh you're beautiful."

Maybe we could still have it. Maybe this wasn't the end. Maybe we could have tomorrow.

Sam

"Dean!" I screamed as he got into the car. Dad and I were a few feet behind him as he drove away. "Damn it!"

"He's being reckless."

I turned to Dad and shook my head. "I can't believe you."

"Excuse me?"

I shook my head. "You told him to kill her."

"She was possessed. Collateral damage."

I stopped and stared at him. "He's in love with her. You did all of this because you love Mom. So how can you not understand him wanting to protect Ava? Both of us wanting to protect her."

Dad frowned. "I would never bring someone else into this life. Not after knowing what I know. That's what I don't respect."

"Well it's over now." I sighed, shaking my head. "You know, we have spent all this time looking for you, but we may be better off alone."

"I don't know, Son. Maybe you would be." He met my eyes. "We need to catch up with your brother before he does something stupid."

"He won't. He probably just needs some time. He needs to say goodbye."

Dad laughed, and it startled me.

"What's so funny?"

"You boys think you know each other so well. Dean has never openly loved anyone. You claim he's in love with her and you really believe he isn't going to try like hell to bring her back?"

I stared at his amused expression. He looked like Dean, and his smug attitude pissed me off more. The worst part, though, is he could be right. "Let's go to Bobby's. He will meet us there."

We walked for half an hour before finding a car to steal. We made it back to Dads car and headed to Bobby's. It was a long and quiet ride. Dad drove so I tried to get ahold of Dean.

It was going straight to voicemail. The longer he didn't answer the more sick to my stomach I felt.

Please don't do something that can't be undone.

Dean

I pulled up to a four way stop and threw the drivers side door open. I opened the trunk to the Impala, and dug around until I found a small wooden box. Inside held a box of graveyard dirt, and a few small bones. I took out one of my fake ID's and tossed it into the box.

I crouched in the middle of where the roads connected, and I dug a small hole. I sat the box in it, and covered it with dirt. My palms were flat against the ground. What would she say if she knew? Maybe she's would never have to find out. I probably won't live more than ten years anyway. Maybe we won't even be together anymore by then. If I was smart I'd set her and the kid free. If there even is a kid. I felt nauseous thinking about it.

I stood up and took a deep breath. "Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae."

"Dean Winchester. Color me surprised." A female voice said from behind me.

I turned to find a young blonde, probably no more than 18. My stomach clenched at the sight. She was just a kid.

"I want to make a deal."

"Of course you do." She said coolly, stepping toward me. "I heard that you killed Azazel." She examined her nails, like she was bored. "I heard it came at a cost."

I clenched my fist at my side and nodded. "He said my girlfriend was pregnant." I said quietly. I didn't want to ask, but I had to make sure that the deal included the kid if it existed.

The demon laughed quietly. "Oh, sweetie. Dean Winchester, a father? It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

"I'm not here to play around."

"Of course not, darling."

"Can you tell me if it's true? Was she pregnant?"

She raised an eyebrow. "The one in the car?"

My back straightened. "Yes."

"She was."

It felt like all the air was knocked out of my chest. "Dean, do demons ever tell the truth?" I was going to be a father. That was something I never thought I'd have. Something I never allowed myself to want. Was I really going to bring a kid into this shit show?

My head was spinning.

"I want you to bring her and the baby back."

The demon pressed her fingers to her lips to stifle a laugh. "Of course you do, but the thing is, Dean, you don't have anything I want."

"Sure I do. My soul."

"The soul of a Winchester. Sounds... tasty." She winked at me.

"So, do we have a deal? You bring her and the baby back, and after ten years you can collect my soul."

The demon looked surprised, and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. "You've gotta be joking."

"I'm not. What is so goddamn funny?"

"We aren't supposed to be dealing with you at all let alone allow you to live for ten more years? No. Not happening."

"Fine." I gritted my teeth. What could I afford? "8 years." She shook her head. I swallowed hard. "Six?"

"Sweetie, you don't understand. It isn't your soul I want, exactly, we want our people to stop dying. You're a hunter, so therefore you're a real problem. So no. I won't give you time. You have no time right now, so what right do you have to negotiate?"

"Three years." I sounded like a was begging. Maybe I was.

"I'll give you six months. Six months of bliss with your baby momma and then my hounds will come for you. That's the best I can do." She pursed her lips. "And I'm only being that sweet because you look so damn pathetic."

Six months. I would never meet our child. Maybe it was for the best. I could see Ava's pale body in the backseat. Her slit throat was ingrained in my brain.

"But I will be watching you, Winchester. Try anything funny. Try to get out of dying, and she will be rotting at your feet." The Demon promised.

"Deal." I said, fighting the burning in my eyes as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

She was gone in an instant, and I turned to jog back to the car. I flung open the back seat to find Ava sitting up slowly. "Hey." I whispered.

"Hey." She croaked, her voice was raw. "What happened?"

I pulled her into my arms. I felt the warmth of her skin, and her heartbeat in her neck below my fingers. I could feel the hot tears roll down my cheeks, but I couldn't stop them.

"Dean," She murmured stroking my back. "What's wrong? Is Sam...?"

"Sam's fine." I finally said after a moment. "Everyone's fine." I pulled back so I could look at her. She was still covered in blood but her neck wound was healed. I ran my fingers through her hair and along her cheek before pulling her into a kiss.

She smiled and kissed me back before pulling back. "Then what's wrong? What happened? It's all really foggy."

"The demon had you." I told her, stroking the back of her neck. "We managed to do the exorcism."

"So, you didn't kill it?"

"No, we uh, we got it at the last minute. Apparently the colt works on the smoke, too."

"That's great!" She mused, her blue eyes lighting up.

"Let's get you cleaned up, and then I'd like to get you checked out at the ER."

"Why? I feel fine." She shrugged.

I chewed the inside of my cheek. How could I bring it up? I took her hands in mine. "The demon just... he said some things about you. I just want to make sure you're okay."

She looked at her shirt that was stiff from dried blood. "Said stuff about what? Whose blood is this?"

"It's not yours. It's okay." I assured her.

"What are you not telling me?" She asked, pulling her hands away.

My head dipped. I didn't know how to say it. It was all coming out wrong. "He said.." I took a deep breath and met her eyes. "He said you were pregnant."

The color drained from her face. "I..." tears welled up in her eyes. "I missed my period, but I just thought it was from the stress. The travel. All the jobs... I just felt out of whack." Her hand covered her mouth to stifle her shocked expression.

"Hey, hey. It's okay I've got you." I steadied her with my hands. "I'm here for you. We are in this together." I had to be strong for her, but I was fucking terrified.

"What are we going to do?"

"One step at a time." I said, rubbing her arms. "Let's go by the doctor and see what we are dealing with."

"Dealing with?" She laughed and wiped a tear from her cheek. "This isn't a case, Dean. It's not that easy."

"We slay vamps, and kill demons. We can handle this." I lied, kissing her forehead.

"Where's John and Sam? Do they know?"

"They heard him say it, but none of us were sure if he was telling the truth." I admitted.

"There's still a chance, then." She exhaled.

"A chance for what?" I tilted her chin up with my fingers.

"That this is all a dream."

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We stopped by a motel and got her all showered, and changed.

I felt like a stalker standing outside of the bathroom, but I needed to hear her movements. I needed to know that she was alive, that this wasn't a dream. Things were strained between us. The idea of her being pregnant was sending Ava spinning. She took twice as long as she normally did in the shower.

I did this to her.

I glanced at my phone to find seven missed calls from Sam. He was freaking out, but I couldn't call him back yet. I couldn't let him know what I did.

Ava dried her hair and we headed to the doctor. We were lucky and a local OB resident had the afternoon free. I wanted to hold her hand when we walked into the clinic, but her hands were buried in her jacket pockets. She was shifting nervously as she filled out the paperwork.

"Ava Langston." The nurse called after a painstakingly long wait.

I stood up next to her.

"You're coming?" She asked self consciously.

"Yeah... if you want me to."

"Okay." She said quietly.

The nurse was chatting away as she measured Ava's weight, and height. "Doc wants you to give us an urine sample." She said calmly as she handed Ava the cup. "I'll take Dad down the hall. We are in room 34 all the way at the end to the right."

Ava looked sick to her stomach, and I didn't want to leave her. "It's okay." I said touching her arm.

She avoided my eyes, but nodded. I never witnessed her like that. She always seemed fearless, but as she walked into the bathroom she looked unbelievably small.

"So, is this your first?" The nurse asked as she ushered me into the examination room.

"Yeah." I grunted.

"That's so exciting!"

I raised an eyebrow. At least someone was excited. "We aren't even sure if she's pregnant." I said carefully.

"I see a lot of couples come in that try not to be excited, because of the risks early on. If something happens you'll be let down anyway. I think the positivity helps the fetus develop. It's a gift from God, after all."

God. I wasn't sure he even existed, but I knew he didn't give a shit about me. Otherwise we wouldn't be here, not like this.

Ava

I stared at the empty cup in my hands. How did this happen? I knew why.

His hands were on my skin. Tracing my tattoo. My heart was racing as his lips touched mine. "You taste like Vodka."

"You taste like wine."

Dean wasn't the father type. He wasn't the kind to stick around and change diapers. He was a good man, but he was a hunter. He would never stop. If he did, would he even still be Dean?

I wasn't ready to say goodbye. I wasn't ready for everything to change. I sighed, and positioned the cup. I filled it to the line and slid it into the trap door in the wall. After washing my hands I made it to the room. "All done." I smiled weakly.

"Let's get your blood pressure!" The peppy nurse said after ushering me to sit on the exam table. She pressed the two Velcro pieces together and it started to squeeze. "It's a little high." She commented. "No need to be nervous."

I smiled weakly. "I'll try."

"So from your paperwork I estimate you're about 6 weeks give or take."

"Is my... sample back? Do we have confirmation?"

"Doctor will bring that in." She said sweetly. "Go ahead and get undressed from the waist down. We will do a transvaginal ultrasound since you're so early. Press the green button when you're done. She will be in to see you soon."

The nurse closed the door and left Dean, and I alone. The air was thick. It grew thicker when he turned away so I could get undressed. I felt sick.

I dropped my jeans and sat on the table, covering myself with the sheet that was provided. I clicked the green button. "I'm covered." I said quietly.

He turned to me with a small smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Not good." I admitted.

His eyes widened in alarm. "What's wrong? Do you feel sick? Weak?"

"Just nervous." I clarified. "This wasn't exactly in the plan, was it?"

He shook his head. "Not exactly." We sat in silence for a moment before he stood. His mouth opened, "Ava I..."

There was a quick rap at the door before the OB opened the door. "Hello, Ava? I'm Doctor Ross." She offered her hand to me, and I took it. "And this is?"

"This is Dean." I said weakly. "My...my..." My tongue couldn't form words.

"Her boyfriend." Dean said with an award winning smile. He shook her hand.

He didn't sit back down. He just hovered next to me.

Doctor Ross looked between us, and then made eye contact with me again. "According to your urine sample you do have the HGC hormone."

"What does that mean?" Dean asked wringing his fingers.

"It means I'm pregnant." I said, defeated. "Right?"

"These tests are very precise, but we will see more with the ultrasound. Ava go ahead and put your legs on the stirrups." She wheeled the ultrasound machine over and flicked the light.

I slid my feet into the stirrups and felt the cool breeze between my legs. My heart was pounding and my eyes were filling with tears.

"I'm going to insert the instrument. You'll feel some pressure."

I looked up to find Dean studying my face. His hand rested near mine, with his palm up. I grabbed it and laced my fingers with his just as the wand slid between my legs. I gasped and squeezed his hand. I clamped my eyes shut.

He touched my arm with his free hand, and I opened my eyes. I just needed a single look. I needed to memorize his features. Our time was limited. I knew he would run out of the clinic like it was on fire. We had an expiration date.

"Alright." Doctor Ross said, with a smile. "Take a look." She said, pointing to the screen.

It all looked very dark and alien, but we both looked. She moved the wand around until she got a good view.

"See that? That's your uterus. That's the yoke sack." She smiled making a few clicks. "And that's your baby. Six weeks along just like we anticipated."

My heart dropped. It looked sort of like a peanut. I heard Dean suck in his breath and squeeze my hand tightly. I turned to look at him. In the light from the screen I could see a tear rolling down his cheek as he leaned forward to get a better look. "That?" He asked, pointing. "That's our baby?"

Doctor Ross smiled. "Yes, Dean. That's your baby."

He looked down at me with a huge grin and then back at Doctor Ross. "Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?"

I laughed a little, wiping my own tears.

"It's a little early." The doctor said with a smile.

"Oh." He said, looking disappointed.

"You'll know in about six weeks."

"That's not that long." He said, grinning again. He leaned down and kissed my hair. "Right?"

"Right." I agreed softly.

"Do you two want some images?"

"Yes." Dean said before I could. "Can we have a lot? I think my brother would like a copy."

"Sure." She said with a smile. She captured the image on her screen and removed the wand. "I'll give you two a minute. You can get the images from the front desk. I want to see you back in six weeks, Ava. So make the appointment while you're there."

"Okay."

She flipped on the light and shut the door behind her. I sat up, letting my legs hang over the edge of the exam table. "You want this."

"I was trying to keep it cool." He said quietly before taking both my hands in his. "But, yeah. I do. As long as it's what you want."

I couldn't hold it in anymore. My mouth opened to speak and a sob erupted from my lips. I could feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Hey." Dean said, sitting next to me. He wrapped his strong arms around me and let me cry into his chest. After a few minutes I was able to calm back down. I looked up at him, with fuzzy tear filled eyes. "What do you want?"

"I want this. I want all of it. I don't know how we are going to do it, but I want to try."

He grinned widely and pressed his lips to mine.

In the moment, in our own little bubble, everything seemed like it would work out. It felt like we could do anything.

He pulled away and touched my stomach.

"It feels weird." I said quietly.

"It feels right." He whispered back.

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Chapter Twenty-Two, Better Man

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🐲THE TARGARYEN TAG🐲

I thought it would be good fun to come up with a tag for all the Targaryen lovers out there so here it is!

This tag is open to all, so feel free to participate regardless of allegiance!

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1. Your favourite/least favourite Targaryen:

This was super hard to narrow down to even a top ten.

Top Ten Favorite: Visenya, Alyssa, Baelon the Brave, Baela, Elaena, Rhaenys the Queen Who Never Was, Baelor Breakspear, Maekar, Daeron the Drunkard, and Good Queen Alysanne.

Least Favorite: Aegon II

2. Underrated Targaryen:

Probably Septa Maegelle. She's smart and she tends to the sick and that's on top of being able to get her parents to reconcile. She's also brave since I don't think many people would willingly tend to people with greyscale. It's such a shame we only see so much of her.

3. Snog/Marry/Avoid Targaryens:

Snog Daemon the Rogue Prince

Marry Queen Rhaella

Avoid Aegon IV

4. A Targaryen who deserved better:

Hard choice, there are so many. But I would choose Princess Alyssa Targaryen because of the way she was written to get her off the stage so to speak. GRRM could have killed her off in multiple different ways (riding accident, a fall, a hunting accident, a sparring accident, an illness, appendicitis, exit pursued by bear, etc) but no she dies by childbirth. Yet another among the disproportionately many other women who died that way.

5. OTP Targaryens:

OTP - Alyssa x Baelon, Daeron x Jeremy, Daeron II x Mariah, Alysanne x Valyrian Scrolls, Aegon III x therapy, Aerea x Life

OT3 - Visenya x Aegon x Rhaenys, and Rhaena x Elinor x Jeyne (that was my secret favorite before Sons of the Dragon came out but then GRRM kinda fulfilled it by a 3rd in Fire and Blood. I'm still disappointed that it doesn't seem like Elinor or Rhaena had any communication after they survived Maegor. *sighing forever*)

6. A Targaryen you’d like to go on holiday with:

I bet Rhaenys and Corlys went on a bunch of fun trips to all sorts of places. Would be fun to go with them to Braavos or one of the other Free Cities.

7. A Targaryen you’d want to be best friends with:

Alyssa. She's described as being all her mother is and more and since Alysanne is a pretty amazing and smart person then it stands to reason Alyssa is as well. She's probably a blast to hang out with if you have similar interests.

 8. A Targaryen who just needs a hug: 

I would hug Aegon III if he would let me. Alternatively Maekar or Daeron the Dreamer.

9. Problematic Fave:

Saera Targaryen. She's a terrible person but I'm fascinated by her. I'm currently writing a meta piece on her rn.

10. A Targaryen you’d go on a dragon ride with:

Queen Rhaena. She's traveled all over and she's flown with people before. I think if we found something in common she would be a good travel buddy.

11. Favourite Targaryen bastard?

Bloodraven, I mean have you seen him in the Mystery Knight? He's a ... riot.

Non Great Bastards would probably be Gaemon Palehair because he's totally Aegon II's but he had poor Essie tortured till she would say what they wanted her to say. Because honestly he already had 2 bastards born around the same time the twins were and they were called his first bastards, he very likely had more.

12. A Targaryen you’d want as a lover:

Shiera Seastar duh. Less trouble than being one of Prince Daemon's. Mysaria would probably have me killed. Oh sure people fight over Shiera but if she's fine with it then I'm down. Plus, who would fight a person with boobs for her? How embarrassing would it be for them to lose to me?

13. Which Targaryen dragon is your favourite? 

Vhagar followed by Moondancer.

14. Bloodraven: fan or ban?

Part of the fan club.

...wait there are people who don't like Bloodraven? Is that a thing? ???

15. Viserys (son of Aerys II): evil twit or mentally scarred victim?

Uh... neither? He's not evil. Abusive yes, evil no. He might have been evil if he was in a position of power but only because of paranoia. I'm not sure he gets enjoyment out of hurting others like his father, Joffrey, Ramsay, Euron, or Aerion do. He hurts Dany because he gets angry and he has power over her.

And he's not a victim. He's a pawn in Varys and Illyrio's game. And while he does have mental issues, but I don't know if that's because he was mentally scarred. I think he's predisposed to paranoia. The situation he's lived in since the war is not helpful and it definitely was a contributing factor when Dany and him were on the streets. But I think it would have happened eventually regardless.

16. Favourite non-Targaryen spouse/consort? 

Favorite Consort: Queen Alyssa Velaryon

Favorite Spouse: Ser Michael Manwoody

17. Team Lilac Eyes or Team Indigo Eyes? 

Indigo. Everytime I think of Lilac I think of Viserys. I can't help picturing him everytime I read it.

18. Favourite quote by a Targaryen: 

It's a tie.

"Your guards are slow and lazy." - Visenya the most badass. No fucking around, straight to the point.

And

"His Grace my brother can command me. You cannot." - Baela also a certified bad ass.

Just realized these both have face slashing before these quotes. I guess it's a theme. lol

19. Most badass Targaryen moment:

When Daemon jumps from his dragon to stab Aemond with Dark Sister. Metal af.

20. Blackfyres: Yay or Nay?

NAY!

Daemon might have been an upstanding guy, but to steal a quote from Ser Eustace Osgrey, "You can know a man by his friend," and Daemon's friends were terrible people.

21. Most touching Targaryen moment:

Bolded for emphasis:

[“We are glad to have you safe home, my brother.”

Mushroom says that Oakenfist was laughing as he climbed back to his feet. “Sire,” he replied, “you have honored me with your sister’s hand, and I am proud to be your brother by marriage. Yet I can never be your brother by blood. But there is one who is.” Then with a flamboyant gesture, Lord Alyn summoned forth the treasure he had brought from Lys. ... The boy threw back his cowl. As the sunlight glittered on the silver-gold hair beneath, King Aegon III began to weep, throwing himself upon this boy in a fierce embrace. Oakenfist’s “treasure” was Viserys Targaryen, the king’s lost brother.]

This scene was so touching it made me cry. First, Aegon calls Alyn his brother which is very sweet. He could have called him his goodbrother, but he didn't. And then Alyn's whole bit how he's proud to be a part of Aegon's family but acknowledging that he can't replace Viserys. And then Aegon finally being reunited with Viserys after so long and how he doesn't have to feel guilty anymore because Viserys can forgive him. Just feels all around.

22. Which Targaryen would give the best life advice?

Probably Baelor Breakspear. He's down to earth and smart.

23. Your favourite Aegon?

Aegon V for now. May change depending on what leads up to the tragedy at Summerhall. Aegon III is a close second.

24. Which Targaryen was the most badass?

Visenya, I mean fuck but she's so boss. She fought to till she was like 74. She was probably one of the best warriors of her time during her prime. Especially since she was key to protecting Aegon during that attempt on his life.

25. Most heartbreaking Targaryen moment:

I'm just going to quote the whole section:

[... of Lady Jocelyn’s empty bed and bitter tears, and the way Princess Rhaenys wept to know that her father would never hold the child she was carrying? Far easier to speak of Prince Baelon’s wroth, and how he came down upon Tarth on Vhagar, howling for vengeance.

...

But it is said that when he saw his mother again, he fell into her arms and wept. “I slew a thousand of them,” he said, “but it will not bring him back.” And the queen stroked his hair and said, “I know, I know.”]

It's just so heartbreaking. Yes it's sad for Alysanne and Jaehaerys to lose their son, because it's always terrible when a parent has to bury a child before them.

But for Baelon, Jocelyn, and Rhaenys, they should have had so many more years with him. Baelon and Jocelyn should have grown old with Aemon! Rhaenys had her father taken from her too soon. Her children will never get to know their grandfather. Jocelyn should have had Aemon by her side to spoil their grandchildren!

And Baelon! No one knows a person as long as a sibling does. Not every siblings are friends but Baelon and Aemon were close to each other, probably each other's best friends. Baelon's grief is one that strikes me right in heart. His pain is so raw. And as an older sibling who is very close to her brother it's also one of my biggest fears. This wasn't the only time Fire and Blood made me cry, but it was the one that really stuck with me. That image of Baelon crying into Alysanne's arms as she says "I know, I know."

Oh, oh, oh...

Please excuse me while I go cry forever after that downer.

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Young Regis HCs

I’ve shared this in multiple asks but not focusing on it, so I thought I’d make a proper post about how I think Regis was in his 20′s.

Hyperactive.

That’s the whole summary, he was hyperactive.

Young Regis was a reckless bullet.

Regis was/is too curious for his own good; in his youth, he had all the resources to exploit it, and he did.

He had ridiculous amounts of stamina.

You wouldn’t believe the quantity of energy this boy has.

He’s a bullet. Nobody can stop him.

Regis was curious + hyperactive. The perfect recipeh for DISASTER.

And he can warp.

Clarus is, by far, the Shield that has had to run after his charge the most distance and the more times.

It was a mess both in Insomnia and during their own journey across Lucis and Accordo.

During their journey it was much more often and much more caothic, though.

It was the first time Regis was outside the Walls, he’s the most curious creature on Eos, and he has stamina, you can’t blame him.

He’s warping across an entire city or town when they arrive.

Like, as soon as he put a foot out the Regalia, the group knew Regis was already gone.

Literally. Bastard warped away.

You give him ten minutes; when he appears again out of the blue, breathless, he’s going to rant for twenty minutes.

“WOW IT WAS GREAT, THEY HAVE THIS ONE BUILDING THAT LOOKS LIKE A PAIR OF GIANT PANTS, AND I SAW THIS MONUMENT, YOU’LL LOVE IT WESKY, AND I ALSO SAW A DOG AND I SAW A PARK AND I SAW A FOUNTAIN AND I SAW A SQUIRREL THAT WAS LIKE *gestures* AND I SAW-”

Cities and hearing him talk like he’ll die if he shuts up is the less troubles.

You should see him on the wild.

“*gASPS* WHAT. IS. THAT?”

“Regis, no-”

Too late, Regis already warped there.

“*GASPS* IS THAT A GARULA-”

“Regis, nO-”

Regis is already on top of that Garula, petting it. 

“*GASPS* Holy gods, what is that!?”

“Regis, NO-”

Regis already dashed away to poke a pool of green water.

“GASPS* GUYS LOOK AT THAT.”

“Regis-!”

Regis is standing on top of a ten-floors-building-tall lamppost, saying it’s “unstable, we should fix it.”

“Omg, that looks amazing!”

“Regis, nO!”

Regis is already standing on top of the giant rock formation nearby Coernix Station.

“Holy shIT IS THAT THE RAVATOGH, CAN WE GO THERE-”

“Re-!”

Regis is already dashing his way up the volcano.

“WOAH, it’s lava! Can I get closer? ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ ”

“Regis wtf no!”

“I won’t touch it-”

“Reg-!”

Regis is already standing on a rock among the lava. 

“wOAh look at that!”

“Regis, no!”

Regis warped down the crystal-like underground around Lestallum’s power plant.

“*GASPS*-”

“NO!!”

Clarus is always running after him all these times.

Sometimes Cor too, but sometimes he’ll just “wait here, he can die alone for all I care.”

Weskham will just smile and roll the eyes. 

Sometimes Clarus has little quarrels with Weskham because “Why do you not care when he runs off to his death!?”

Weskahm just shrugs and “let’s just let him be, he’s not stupid.”

Thing is, Regis is kind of stupid. Not as in brainless, but his common sense is a bbbbiiiittt....off.

“Have you guys seen Regis?”

“Hey, Clarus! Over here! You won’t believe what I just found here!”

Regis is in the bottom of some well.

“Guys, I lost sight of Regis, where is he!?”

Regis is currently hanging from his sword on a vertical MOUNTANSIDE because “the view was pretty.”

“Not again, I can’t find Regis!”

“He mustn’t be so far, relax :)”

Next thing they hear is Regis shrieking and they see him warp out of a hole in the ground....from where TEN ARACHNES CRAWL OUT CHASING HIM.

Regis is the kind to make questions but he’s not asking, he’s doing it anyway.

“Can we go there?”

He’s already there or already heading there.

“Do you want to see what’s in there?”

He’s already heading there.

“Can I touch it?”

He’s already licking it.

“What does this do?”

He accidentally electrocuted himself like 10 times across the journey.

“May I-”

”No.”

“Sho-”

“No.”

“B-”

“NO, REGIS, NO!”

Regis often pouts and feels sad and mops when any of the guys (usually Cid, Clarus or Cor) chide him.

You’ll see him thrown and sprawled at camp refusing to move from that one spot.

Drama Queen Regis.

Regis, like Noctis and every Lucis Caelum, does get his energy drained by the Crystal, so he does sleep a lot, but it’s the moments when he’s awake that he goes FULL HYPERACTIVITY MODE.

From the outrageous amounts of stamina he sweats out during the day and his constant coming and going and running and jumping, Regis is first to fall dead asleep.

He may also nap during car rides...except he’s like babies.

You think he’s precious as he naps, AHAHAHAHAH, he’s just recharging energy so that when he wakes up he’s back to being a human bullet.

Speaking of being like a baby, Regis’ intense curiosity often leads to make of him The Asker.

“Weskham, what is that thing? Oh, and what does it work for? Ah. How? Right, but isn’t it dangerous? Oooh. Why? Really? How? Oh? And Why? And why? More or less. So what happens if I- oh, okay. Why?”

“Hey, Cid, what is that place? Can we go there? Why not? Oooh, I see. Why? Ah! And why? Oooh. And why? *gasps*! Why!? Oooh, and how did they do that? Oh. Why?”

“Weskham, how does a clock work?”

“Are cactuars endangered?”

“So how do cat whiskers work?”

“Ever wondered about Nort and South and all that? I mean, who says the north is actually up? There’s no notion of up and down or left or right in space, right? What if all this time we’ve been seeing things upside-down? Who defines what’s up? What’s up, Cor?”

(Regis burst out laughing after that one)

“So what are rocks made of?”

You’d think Cor has poker face because war made him a dead, cold man? Nah, buddy. It was his journey with Regis.

Regis is also the king of stupid ideas.

“What do you guys think will happen if I mix these two liquids?”

Weskham was poisoned.

“What do you think will happen if I touch this?”

There’s a daemon going after them.

“OOH! Fluffeh. What do you think will happen if I take just one tiny hair? :)”

The behemoth is running after them.

“....so what wil happen if I-”

Regis was kicked in the nuts by a chocobo.

Regis is the kind of man that will end up in strange situations that, lacking context, are quite bizarre.

Like the once they found him tangled in the chocobo’s saddle while the chocobo was running in circles around a block of ice and how did you tie your own hands too omg what did you do.

The worst part is that Cid sometimes encourages him to be stupid.

“Hey, kid. Betcha ya won’t lick this thing.”

“Bet your ass I will!”

The prince almost died by poison.

Weskham too, but he’s more on accident.

“Hey, Wes. Do you think it’ll go wrong if I try to warp through a window?”

“Hm...maybe not? :)”

Regis split his forehead open.

Clarus too, by accident as well.

“Is that all you’ve got? I thought I was training a prince, not a baby!”

That’s the story of how Regis set the camp on fire when he tried to bomb Clarus with magic.

Cor too.

“Betcha I can smack that tree harder than you, kid.”

“Hell no, Your Royal Butt, I’m stronger.”

Somehow they ended up a thousand needled.

A summary of young Regis?

“Regis, no.”

“Regis, yes ヽ(ˇヘˇ)ノ ”

Extremely curious, reckless, silly 20 year old toddler.

And don’t get me wrong; he’s wise and can make choices, he’s a good and responsible prince. He just really likes shiny pebbles and wants to see what happens if you put shoes on a Cockatrice.

And that’s what I picture young Regis to be like. 

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FFXV x KH Headcanons That I Have But Probably Won’t Doodle Part 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Let’s talk about Sora’s Heart Hotel™

A lot of you guys have been asking and I haven’t talked a whole lot about it because I honestly didn’t have it figured out yet

Who am I kidding? I still don’t

Tbh I headcanon (hope????) that the people residing in Sora’s heart will be freed and become their own permanent selves in KH3. So my original intentions for the FFXV x KH AU didn’t even involve those guys.

BUT

Let’s pretend for the sake of this post that Sora’s heart hotel is still Open For Business

An AU of an AU. We’re in deep, folks

I don’t picture the people inside of Sora’s heart constantly interacting with him. They’re not like a consciousness in his head that he can’t switch off. Most of the time, it’s honestly easy to forget that they’re there; he just can’t feel their presence normally.

They’re more or less resting inside his heart, and they only react to things that really affect them. And even then, Sora doesn’t usually hear their voices. He just feels what they feel

Like being wistful when he sees a sunset paint the sky red

Like having the BIGGEST SWEET TOOTH when it comes to ice cream-- doesn’t matter the flavor

Like getting more irritable than he probably should when someone at the Chocobo Moogle Carnival asks where his parents are when he tries to go in

Sora: “I’m 18 years old. I don’t need a grown-up. I AM A GROWN-UP.”

Prompto: “Son. You need to chill.”

Like feeling really, really bad when he’s talking to someone he’s spoken with a couple times before and realizing that he doesn’t remember their name????

Like laughing uncontrollably during the long night when he looks in the mirror and sees that one of his eyes is yellow

He really can’t stop laughing even though it’s the last thing he wants to do

That said. Let’s talk about status effects

Weird things happen when Sora’s consciousness is altered. When his grip on reality is loosened, it’s a bit... easier... for someone inside his heart to take the wheel

The Keyblade will change form depending on who’s driving

Ventus taking over when Sora gets KO’d in battle and the Chocobros are way too overwhelmed to help him. It’s obvious that something’s different-- Sora never holds the Keyblade that way.

Sora HATES being inflicted with Confusion

A party of five in Sora’s head (including himself) means that this status ailment hits him HARD. Smelling salts don’t work-- and half the time, the boys aren’t able to pin Sora down to use them anyway

Because Sora’s mind becomes a jumbled mess of four different voices screaming at him all at once

Because Sora starts having slurred, frantic conversations with himself and it’s really scary to watch

Because Sora is INSANELY POWERFUL and is super dangerous when he can’t discern friend from foe

He almost kills Prompto and he still has nightmares about it

Sora goes out of his way to do nice things for his Heart Hotel pals

Eating their favorite foods! 

(He hated mashed potatoes before the Heartless invaded the island. Now he loves them. Someone moved in and clearly switched some things around.)

Skateboarding!

Giving Ignis an ulcer while trying to teach Noctis and Prompto

Ignis: “It’s only a matter of time before--”

Noctis: *Busts his ass and sprains his ankle*

Ignis: “I told y--”

Sora, Noctis, & Prompto: “DON’T”

Noct sitting on the skateboard and Sora pulling him around so he doesn’t have to walk on his injured leg

Seashell collecting at Galdin Quay!

All the boys pitching in 

Sora gets!! So excited!! When they find really pretty ones!!

Iris using the shells to make jewelry!

I’m such a slut for friendship bracelets. Now they have seashell charms!

Sparring

Sora can’t decide if this is for Ven or Vanitas

Probably both

Sora isn’t usually a sore loser but he gets. So. Angry. When he loses.

Vanitas you actual infant let’s try to lose with a little dignity okay

Vanitas: “There are zero (0) ways to lose with dignity”

This is getting a little long. There’s more under the cut (Most of it dealing with the Starscouge.)

Let’s talk about the Starscourged!Heart Hotel

The darkness works its way into Sora’s heart and it begins to supress those inside of it

They aren’t gone-- but they’re silenced, forced deep down and locked away

Xion goes first

Sora doesn’t know when exactly it happens-- he’s just suddenly aware of her loss and he can’t stop crying

He knows that most of these tears are Roxas’s and he honestly doesn’t know what to do or say to make things better

Roxas is right behind her

Ventus falls silent, but he doesn’t vanish completely

He is still there at times when Sora is defeated in battle. Sometimes he’s able to fight the daemons off. Sometimes he has to run. He basically manages to steer Sora’s body to the city limits of Lestallum before he’s pulled back into the depths, and Sora just collapses in the dirt while some of the townsfolk rush out to help carry him inside

With Xion and Roxas gone and Ven forced back to the edge, it’s mostly just Vanitas in here

Vanitas

This kid is darkness personified. He’s not going to suffer from the Starscourge, he’s going to thrive in it

At first he’s excited. Sora doesn’t stand a chance against the darkness, and it’s going to swallow him up-- leaving Vanitas to take control of his body

But then Sora’s Starscourge-induced lapses in consciousness affect Vanitas, as well

There’s a daemon inside and it steamrolls both of them

This really fucks with Vanitas-- HE controls the darkness, not the other way around

(Really puts things in perspective about what a little shit you were, huh, Vani????)

He immediately switches gears. Instead of inviting the darkness in, he tries to put up walls to stop it

How much of the Starscourge’s rapid progression is Vanitas’s fault?????

On a scale of 1-10, how much did he essentially screw himself out of his ongoing existence???????

Ardyn treats Sora’s Starscourge-- holding it off for now

No one’s stupid enough to believe that Ardyn did this out of the goodness of his heart

Ardyn became corrupted by drawing the disease out of victims and into his own body. If he’s become a creature of darkness made manifest, then it follows that absorbing more of the Scourge will make him stronger

He’s basically using Sora to grow stronger-- to make things even harder when Noct returns and they have to face off

Sora knows this and tries to resist-- but he can’t fight Ardyn off. (He really does feel so much better after Ardyn heals him though-- oh my Gods, he forgot what it felt like to breathe deeply and evenly)

Sora’s emotions while Ardyn’s treating him light a spark and Vanitas reaches out and takes control

He would have killed Ardyn 20 times over if he could actually die

He leaves Ardyn pinned in place by a Keyblade through the chest and warps into the night. He puts as much distance between Sora and Ardyn as he can before he loses control

Sora coming back to himself covered in blood and freaking out because what the fuck what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK 

@paopunova and I have talked a bunch about what other nonsense Vanitas would get into in this AU. I do plan to make a comic strip about him getting into some mischief and pranking the boys, inspired by my conversation with Nova... Keep an eye out for it! :>

[yodepalma]

promptio week day 7

Title: puppy love | ao3 link Rating: G Summary: Gladio hates being in the house without Prompto. Other Notes: Vaguely inspired by @flickerlight’s there and back again

Gladio is happy for Prompto, he really is. It’s nice to see him getting paid to do the one thing he really enjoys doing, especially since he isn’t stuck taking pictures only of boring crap around Insomnia. It’s just hard to remember how good of a thing it is when he’s stuck at home without him.

Gladio shoves his face into Prompto’s pillow and sighs. The house is way too quiet when his boyfriend isn’t there. Life is too quiet without him.

At least Prompto will be home in a couple days. The past three have lasted forever. And he’s pretty sure the guys in the Crownsguard will murder him for sulking soon. Well, they’ll try, anyway.

He rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling. He wonders if Prompto’s sleeping better than he is. Probably not. He doesn’t do so well on the road, and if he has to stay in any havens—

Gladio really wishes he could’ve gone with him this time. He knows Prompto’s fine—they’d just talked a few hours ago—but it’s not the same as being there with him to make sure. Which means he just spends half of every night worrying, his stupid brain coming up with a hundred different scenarios where Prompto is eaten by a daemon. Or a coeurl. Or a giant lobster.

His brain is an asshole. He just wants to sleep. He throws an arm over his eyes and waits for his thoughts to fade.

The first thing Gladio does when he wakes up is check his phone. There's no messages. Not that he really expected there to be, or anything. Prompto doesn't wake up this early unless he has to.

Gladio still sends him a good morning text, just so he'll have something to smile about when he finally does get up. Then he rolls out of bed and heads straight for the kitchen. The coffee machine is waiting for him on the counter, still holding a whole cup of coffee. Because Prompto hadn't been there to finish off the pot. What a waste.

He briefly considers drinking what's in there instead of making an entirely new pot, but he's not sure he wants to find out what day-old coffee would taste like. Better just make more.

He very carefully makes enough coffee for just himself, and then continues with the rest of his morning on autopilot.

Prompto hasn't responded to his text by the time he makes it to the Citadel. Gladio scowls at his phone and trudges his way inside. If he spends too much time waiting he's going to be late.

"I should tell Prom to come home before you explode," Noct says when Gladio gets to the training room. "This is just getting sad.”

Gladio doesn't say anything. Even he's getting annoyed by his own moping.

Noct sighs. "Let's just get this over with. And try not to take it out on me this time? I still have a bruise on my ass."

"No promises." Gladio smirks.

He does try not to hurt Noct though, and focusing on the training at least keeps his mind off Prompto for a little while. But when he checks his phone afterwards there's still no message from Prompto, and he starts worrying all over again. What if he got eaten by a giant snake? Or trampled by a garula? Would Gladio ever know?

Noct comes over and punches his arm. "Relax. He's fine. Bet he's not even awake yet."

Gladio rubs his face. "Yeah, I know."

But Prompto still hasn't contacted him by lunch. Gladio scowls at his phone and resists the urge to call him—he doesn't want Prompto to think that Gladio thinks he's incapable—but he does send Prompto another text. Just to see if he's awake. Because there's nothing to worry about.

Pity he sucks at lying to himself.

The lack of a response distracts him for the rest of the day. He checks his phone every time he gets a break, even though it never makes any noise. And Noct isn't the only one who notices how out of sorts he is.

"Why don't you just go home?" his dad says when he runs into Gladio checking his phone in an alcove for the third time.

Gladio slouches against the wall and frowns. "Worrying at home isn't any better than worrying here."

His dad sighs. "Let me rephrase that. Go home, Gladio. You're not getting anything done anyway. I'll tell Cor you're busy."

Gladio glares at him suspiciously, but he seems sincere. Doesn't mean he won't get shit from Cor about it next time they spar, but at least he doesn't have to worry about it now.

The subway ride home is long and surprisingly quiet. Gladio's mind runs around in circles, giving him a thousand more unlikely ways Prompto could have died today. He wishes he had something to distract him, but when he turns on his phone all he does is stare at his messages.

He's relieved to finally get home, even if the house feels empty. Maybe they should get a dog or something. Even a fish would be better than coming home to nothing.

He lays down on the couch and imagines Prompto's reaction if he came back to find a puppy running around the place. He should be making himself dinner or something, but thinking about Prompto's excitement is way more interesting. He'll just stay here and  daydream for a few minutes. Then he'll get something done.

He wakes up to the sound of the door opening, and for a second he's worried that he forgot to lock it and someone is breaking in. Then he recognizes the sound of Prompto tripping over the door frame, and he's jumping over the back of the couch before he really realizes that Prompto's home.

Prompto's still standing in the open door, fighting against the straps wrapped around his chest. He doesn't look like he's been hurt or anything. Gladio isn't sure whether he's relieved or annoyed that he worried all day for no reason, but either way his reaction is the same.

"Oh, you're home early!" Prompto says as he finally manages to get one bag loose. "You're not sick, are you?"

"I'm fine," Gladio says. He lets Prompto put his bags on the floor, and then he wraps both arms around Prompto and tugs him close. "Kinda worried when you didn't reply to either of my texts, though."

"Sorry, I wanted to get home so I was driving all day—"

"Uh huh." Gladio leans down and kisses Prompto so he won't ramble. "Just glad you weren't kidnapped by a griffin or something."

"I've never even seen a griffin, Gladio." Prompto laughs and leans up for another kiss. "Though I bet I could get a great picture of one. Maybe I should--"

"No." Gladio pulls Prompto closer and buries his face in his hair. "You should stay home for at least a month. Maybe a year."

He can feel Prompto's eye-roll. "If you don't let me unpack I'd might as well go out again."

Gladio huffs and reluctantly lets go of Prompto. "Let me help you." He picks up all of Prompto’s bags and heads for the bedroom.

"Gladio, please." Prompto sighs and follows him. "They're not that heavy. I can carry them myself. And I don't need help."

Gladiolus puts the bags on the bed, making sure to be extra gentle with the camera. "Didn't say you need it," he mutters, fiddling with a zipper. "I just…"

"I missed you too, big guy." Prompto wraps his arms around Gladio's stomach and leans against his back. "If I hadn't been ignoring my phone I wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Which would've totally sucked."

"Yeah, it would've." Gladio turns around so he can cup Prompto's face in both hands and lean in for another kiss. Prompto meets him halfway, sliding his hands up Gladio's back to wrap his arms around his neck. They spend a long minute just kissing slowly, and Gladio can feel himself relaxing. There's nothing quite like kissing Prompto to make all of his stress disappear.

Prompto pulls away, patting Gladio on the chest. "C'mon, let's get this stuff away so I can take a shower. I'm all gross from driving."

Gladio sighs and kisses Prompto on the forehead. "All right," he says. "But only if I get to join you."

Prompto blushes. Like he wasn't thinking the same thing.

[brosura]

For your nice things about prompto focus ask meme: prompto being like a second big brother to iris and they're hanging out taking selfies and riding chocobros together and iris tells prompto how much his friendship means to her

BOI YOU GOT IT 

[for the say nice things to prompto imPROMPTu ask meme]

Iris’ instinct when the hand touches her shoulder is to grab and pull, get herself centered and move to flip her assailant over her shoulder.

It’s a reflex after years of training - don’t let anyone catch you off guard, disarm first, ask questions later - and the only reason she doesn’t follow through is that the hand is very familiar and the accompanying yelp of “W-wait wait wait!” is even more so.

“Prompto?!” she hisses, letting him go. He scrambles away from her, clutching his hand as if it had been burned. “I almost threw you!”

“Eh heh,” he chuckles, sounding nervous. “G’morning?”

She lets out a breath that’s half-sigh, half-laughter. “Good morning. And for the record, Prompto, please don’t come up behind me like that again.”

“Right!” He beams, and any tension dissipates immediately. “Sorry ‘bout that, didn’t mean to startle you. Just surprised you’re up this early!”

Iris blinks, taking in the dim, bluish light of a night about to be broken by dawn. She hadn’t been able to sleep since she’d woken up from a nightmare - daemons crashing through the Citadel, dead Glaives everywhere, she can’t find her father - so she’d been watching the lazy crash of waves from the garden of Cape Caem. She hadn’t realized the sun was starting to rise. She hadn’t realized how long she’d been out there.

“Oh,” Prompto says. His brows are slightly furrowed in concern. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

“Yeah,” she admits easily. It’s always easy to talk to Prompto, provided he’s not in the middle of getting the perfect shot. “Yeah, I just wanted to get some fresh air. You’re up early, too! I always thought Ignis was the earliest riser.”

“Usually, yeah.” Prompto nods, cheerful and energetic despite the darkness of the night. “It’s him, then me, then Gladio, usually. Then we do rock paper scissors to figure out who has to wake up Noctis.” They both laugh at the joke. “Thought I’d get some pictures of the dawn today, though! Right by the coast, it’s gotta be beautiful!”

“Oh yeah, huh!” Iris says, finding herself excited in spite of the earliness of the hour and the fact that she’d barely slept the night before. Prompto’s enthusiasm has a way of rubbing off. “Are you gonna take it from here?”

“Nah, I was thinking of going back to that campsite we passed along the way. It’s right by the water, and you can even get the lighthouse in the shot!” Prompto’s been excitedly gesturing this whole time, and he shifts the frame he’s made with his fingers to surround Iris. “Wanna come with?”

“Is that ok with you?” She asks, even though he’s already nodding with enthusiasm. “Ok, then! Are we going to drive?”

“N-no.” Prompto flushes. “Ignis hasn’t let me drive since the second time I crashed the car. I was thinking of taking a chocobo.”

Iris smiles at the prospect and that seems to relax him a bit. “Even better! I can run back and get change for the rental machine.”

“It’s cool,” Prompto says with a smile of his own. “I can pay since I’m the one asking! And Ignis let me keep some of the change from the last hunt.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure! C’mon, we should head out before the sun rises.” Prompto starts in the direction of the rental machine and Iris skips up to follow him.

She loops an arm into his on an impulse - like she always does with Gladio - and he relaxes into it, the both of them huddling together in the chill of the early morning. They stay comfortably close, exchanging idle chatter until Prompto pulls a few coins from his pocket and slips them into the rental machine. Two chocobos run up to them, one of them chirping happily and going to nuzzle Prompto, and they end up having to separate as it nearly bowls him over.

“Whoa there, girl!” Prompto laughs as he tries to calm his bird down long enough to pull himself into the saddle.

It takes him a moment to accomplish, but they’re off in no time.

“Wanna race there?” she says with a grin, and Prompto rises easily to the challenge.

They speed quickly down the road, whooping at a truck driver who gives them a good natured honk as they pass by. Iris ends up winning by a long shot.

“Ugh,” Prompto huffs, his chocobo slowing to a stop next to hers. “Best two out of three?”

“Hey, I won fair and square!” Iris scolds with a laugh. “Get your picture, Argentum.”

“Yeesh, you Amicitias, always on my case.”

He’s smiling, though, and Iris finds her own smile widening in turn.

The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon, casting its dim light over the gently rolling water at the Caem shore. It’s foggy and grey, just barely lit, but Prompto still cheers, “Alright! Get a load of that sunrise!” He’s already got his camera up and aimed at the sky, the quiet clicking of the shutter just audible over the sound of crashing waves.

It’s still grey, but it really is beautiful, even just the feeling of being there. She closes her eyes to take it in, the salty-sweet smell of seawater, the rush of moving water, the cool breeze ruffling her hair, the reassurance of having someone familiar and safe nearby. She feels something tense inside her relax and the anxiety thrumming low in her mind after the nightmare subside ever so slightly. She feels like when they get back, she might be able to sleep again.

But she’s not tired now. Just content.

She lets her eyes slip open and finds Prompto looking at her, expression mixed with a tentative relief and the concern from earlier.

“Feeling any better?” he says.

“Yeah. A lot better,” she replies. He relaxes, visibly relieved. “How’d you know this would help?”

“Sleepless nights and I aren’t exactly strangers,” he starts, too carefully casual as he fumbles with his camera. Noct is rubbing off on him. “Changing up the scenery usually helps. Sometimes just walking away for a little bit helps, too. Did it-?”

“It helped,” Iris interrupts with a smile, suddenly so grateful for Prompto, who’s always been kind, who’s always looked out for her in his own way. Almost like an awkward, sheepish Gladio. “Thanks, Prompto.”

He brightens at her thanks, so much it rivals the rising sun. “No big! Glad I could help! And check out that view!”

And just like that, he’s back to taking pictures, back facing her as he snaps away. Iris might be upset that he’s ruined the mood if she wasn’t Iris and he wasn’t Prompto. Instead, she’s just amused, and all the more grateful for how easy it’s always been to hang out with him. And maybe it’s the lack of sleep, the peaceful setting, but for the first time she feels comfortable telling him as much.

“Hey, Prompto?” she starts, tentative. He gives her a quiet noise of affirmation in response, not turning around. “Thanks for always inviting me and stuff. I know I’m just a kid to you and Noct, but you’ve always been cool about it. I just, feel really comfortable hanging out with you. Almost like you’re my big brother, too! So, thanks! For always looking out for me. And for being a good friend!”

She’s not looking at him when she finishes, still taking in the beauty of the early morning, so she almost jumps when she turns and finds Prompto looking directly at her, face full of emotion.

“W-wait,” Prompto says, looking at once delighted and embarrassed. “You think of me as an older brother?”

“Yeah?” Iris frowns. “Is that weird?”

“No! No! It’s just, really cute!” Prompto flushes. “N-not in a weird way! Just, I’m an only kid, and I’ve always been the youngest of my friends. It’s just, the first time anyone’s said that about me! It’s, it’s nice, I guess.”

“Well, it’s true! You’re a great friend, and like an older brother to me!” she says, and Prompto lets out a nervous but satisfied little chuckle. “Don’t tell Gladio, though.”

“Of course not! Can’t have the big guy getting jealous that you’re my little sister now!” Prompto gives her a conspiratorial wink and she giggles in response.

He startles when his phone rings, though, so badly he almost drops his camera.

“S-speak of the devil,” he stutters, pulling it out to answer the call. “Hey Gladio! Yeah, she’s with me. Yeah, we’re ok. By the old campsite! We’re heading back in a bit! Yeah, I got her. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Yeah, it’s fine, just go back to sleep. Ok, will do! Bye-a!”

“What’d he want you to tell me?”

“To, and I quote, ‘cover your scrawny ass, Argentum,’” he grumbles. “It’s not my fault I use long range weapons. Well, it is my fault, but not totally my fault.”

“Well, I’ve got you covered!” Iris beams with a good-natured slap to Prompto’s back. He only yelps a little. “Wanna head back in now?”

“Yeah!” Prompto beams, holding out an arm for her to loop hers through. “If we make it back before Gladio wakes up, Ignis’ll let us choose what we’re eating for breakfast. I’m feeling pancakes, but what about you?”

“Pancakes with chocolate chips!” She grins. “Extra chocolate.”

“Huh, no wonder you and Noct are friends.” Prompto hums, then pulls away from her abruptly. Before she has the chance to question him, he’s pulling out his camera. 

“Wait, before we leave, let’s take a selfie!”

Iris keeps a copy of the picture with her when they leave for Altissia.

Prompto “critical weakness to being relied on” Argentum and Iris “loves her friends” Amicitia, ultimate sibling team