#deep breaths. it's all gonna be okayyyyyy hey hey hey lets go

[natjennie]

we CANNOT go immediately from officer kristen and cortados straight into battle I need a MINUTE.

[k2ntoss]

WISH YOU WERE HERE – PT. 2

tw ⭒ swearing, angst, couple argument, break up, stalking (NOT IN A CREEPY BAD KINDA WAY, OKAY??? DON'T DO THAT SHIT, IT'S WEIRD AND WRONG), mention of blood and injuries (reader gets into trouble but hey, it's okay), jason todd x fem!reader and okayyyyyy that's everything heh and just because i won't pay for your therapy there's fluff at the end (i'm crying so ugly i can't stand thinking about sad baby ): )

prompt from @unboundprompts "I know I'm not perfect, but we can work this out." !!!

a/n ⭒ once again song based fic, part two for dirty little secret with a bit more angst because i'm craving it. wish you were here by neck deep.

this one is for @millyhelp who requested part two :3

no word count, i'm lazy so deal with it. :3

one year thrown to waste or at leats, that's how it felt, because even if you tried to push one more month with jason it didn't worked out. you knew he tried hard to trust things could be fine but it simply didn't happened so one day you decided to show up on his place holding a box of the things he gave you.

a few books poking out of the box and also some of his clothes, the ones you used to wear to sleep because it allowed you to feel he was with you instead of wherever he was because you never knew it, your relationship was filled with secrets that didn't allowed the love you felt to breath until it suffocated.

"i can't do this anymore, jason" your words hit him as soon as jason opens the door of his place, eyes darting between your face and the box you hold on your arms and he knew that this day would come, sooner or later you'll end up getting tired of the things he couldn't give you.

but knowledge doesn't mean it is easier to accept your resolve, it burned inside of his chest because there was no way he would just let you go.

that he could have allowed to himself if things were easier, but this wasn't a fairytail in which after all the bad stuff you got to experience that pretty and fluffy happy ending so there wasn't another option for him or for you.

"just like that? just throwing everything to waste?" he asks as his hands take the box from your arms, eyes running over the objects on it and he notices the only framed picture of you both.

"are you sure i am the one throwing all to waste?" you ask him, and this time the table turns because he's the one that feels you stabbing him with each word because he knows that his fear is the only thing pulling you away from him.

there's a voice inside his head that screams at him to not let you go, he is totally capable of taking care of you and to keep you safe from all the bad shit that life throws at him but then there's the other voice, the one that whispers to him about his worst fears, the one that makes him have nightmares.

because in some of his dreams he lets you in to his life, without secrets and you accept him, you love him as he is but then he's naive enough to think that you can be into his arms safe. he dreams about you being in danger, about holding you into his arms but you're not here anymore and it's because he wasn't able to protect you. he never made it on time.

"i'm not gonna keep waiting, jason, i can't go arlund telling myself that you love me when i barely know you" jason wants to throw the box to hug you, to tell you everything about him and just cry against your chest because all his hell is making him be left alone once again. but he remains silent, standing with his eyes fixed on yours and he does a good job preventing the tears to pool at his lashline.

"people does not live of love" he says, blunt and harsh and it's true but how do you keep a relationship alive when it's burried deep into so many secrets?

"they don't but you can't expect people to be happy with someone that does not know how to love them" if you pay a little more attention you can hear his breath catching at his throat and beneath that, his heart shattering "i don't deserve this" it's the last thing he hears from you.

it's been two years, two damn year of being left alone all again. jason has lost count of how many times he has been about to call, just to hear your voice or to tell you he needs you.

two years of him moving out of that apartment to one of his safe houses, never being able to spend more than two nights complete there because he always ends up on the rooftop of the old building where he asked you to be his girlfriend.

there's days when he stands on the living room, in silence while he holds a cup of coffee and turns around to look at that photo; the only one he has with you because he told you he didn't liked photos but he wished he had a wall full of silly photographs of you kissing him and holding his hand but there's just that one. you lying over his chest and smiling widely while he pressed his chin to the top of your head.

he misses you so bad, because he deep inside knows that he had been unfair with you, he never knew how to love you and you deserved better and he wasn't enough, that's what jason tells to his reflex when he looks at it on the mirror and he's cried at it, he crumbles completely when he remembers how sad your eyes looked the last months with him.

he never fixed it. he never tried enough to make you happy. it was all his fault because no matter what, the people he loved the most always left him.

he remembers everyday how it has been two years and he hasn't been there next to you to celebrate your achieved goals, he hasn't been there to hold you and calm you when you needed it.

because maybe he wasn't really there but he is always taking care of you. it's been two years but jason takes time to, once or twice a week, go around your block to see if you're doing fine and the first year was hard because for a few months after your breakup you barely left your place.

he made sure to sneak into the building to leave food, without notes attached or anything that could tell you it was him and it never really crossed your mind because he cutted every knot with you, almost as if he vanished from your life. nothing else but a dream you had.

it took you time, probably haldf a year to shake yourself well enough to try and return to your daily routine, work and college with maybe a small join with your close friends and jason always made sure to know you would be alright. even if he wasn't by your side.

what he didn't knew was about the nights you spent crying on your room, curtains closed shut and lights off as you called him just to be met with nothing. he never changed his number, you asked his classmates and they told you it was the same but it was weird because why an stranger would wanna know that? so you stopped asking about him, it was for the better.

the second year was harder, trying to forget jason was hard but slowly you managed to stop thinking about him. after breaking up he dropped out of college, none of his friends knew about him, he just disappeared from everywhere so it was easier to erase him from your mind and heart. if only it was possible.

because there would be days where after graduating you drive past the campus just to remember how he used to wait for you at the gates so you could spend a few hours to act the fool on his place or yours. some other days you would be on a store, looking for something you need when one of the songs he used to hum when he cooked started to play all around the place.

you were over him but it didn't took away the sharp pain on your chest, the small tears falling from your eyes just to be met by a "is anything wrong, princess?" and oh, how much you wished he was here, that it was him worrying about you.

it wasn't jason. you know how they say that a nail takes out another? you never thought it could work but it was worth the trying, right? a nice guy to hold your heart so tenderly that you felt safe. that you felt loved.

jason knows it, that's the only reason he's now going less around your block. seeing you with someone else hurts, it makes him so fucking sad he can't stand it and he has been about to knock at your door because he feels so determined to let you in to his world sometimes but he doesn't, he knows he'll be too selfish to try to go back to you after making you suffer so much.

he drives around your block once every two weeks now, he tries to make it part of his patrol so there's sometimes when you're on your couch cuddled by your new boyfriend, too lost to pay attention to any movie he picked up but looking into the window just to be met by a red spot that makes you feel somehow safe but as it comes it goes, maybe the light of the police sirens.

alike jason, there's days when you find yourself on the rooftop of the building where he used to live, sitting on the floor and looking at the sky. the tears stream down your cheeks until one night you hear the heavy stomp of boots and when you turn around the red hood is looking at you.

there's a strange tension on the air, he stands there frozen like a deer in front of a truck and you just look at him about to say something but it's too slow. he's running away, jumping from a rooftop to another like he was beeing chased and maybe it's common. you're not the first gotham citizen that has had an encounter with the vigilantes of the city.

but the way the white sockets of his helmet lingered on yours made you feel calm, the kind of calm jason's presence gave you two years ago and you remember why your face is damp. he knows, jason knows damn well you go sometimes to his old building but he never expected to find you there, crying.

back at his place he stares at the picture again, you used to look so happy... why did he had to ruin it all? it was everything he had from you, that picture to tell him you were never going to come back to him. suddenly being home felt like drowning so it was better to go out, some more patrol and kicking some criminals would make him better.

call it destiny or whatever you want but jason thanks the heavens to his gut feeling. he ends up around his old block, he sees you're leaving the place and it's almost midnight, you carry your bag and walk through the dark alleys to go back to your apartment.

it's weird how things work because you turn to an alley you usually avoid and trouble finds you, there's a group of three men.

"seems like luck has found us, guys" one of them talks, there's a laugh-like rumble on his voice that tells you this is in no way a good thing. they walk in your way, the fear makes you hold onto your bag as if it was the most important thing in life.

"maybe it's our time to have some fun, isn't it?" this time another one speaks, circling around you until your arm is held behind your back. the third of them snatches your bag out of your grip or at least he tries because your hand is clenched around it.

"c'mon, let go of it or you'll get hurt" he warns, his eyes fixed on yours with a glint of anger on them as his hand reaches for something on his back pocket but there you go, playing brave.

"let go off me, i'm gonna fucking scream" your voice sounds firm but there was a slight tremble to it, but the threat just makes them all laugh like a lame joke.

"the little bitch has some guts on her, huh?" the man that was holding your arm snarls, holding you thighter "what if my friend cuts you open so we can see them?" it makes your blood freeze, because at this point your bag is completely snatched from your hold and there's an stinging pain on your stomach.

almost as he was punching you, the man that has your bag presses his fist against your body in a harsh push when he stabs you. the pain is too much it makes you foggy, not being able to fully register what's going on around you miss the sound of bullets and the heavy steps of the combat boots.

there are three thuds across the alley as your attackers fall and all of the sudden there's someone holding you thightly. blurry eyes seeing a faint red speck in front of you and from afar you hear a modulated voice.

"c'mon... don't do this to me" jason mumbles, he's still wearing his helmet and he refuses to take it off. he's not brave enough to look directly at you because on his head this is all his fault "can't do this to me, princess... look at me, please"

maybe it's the shock of your injuries but there's something familiar in the way the red hood calls you princess and it makes your chest ache, your whines turning into crying loudly between his arms because now it's not only the wound that hurts.

"no, no... you have to resist, don't cry like that, baby" he coos, on the edge of losing it all because he feels like dying when you cry desperately holding onto his jacket "you gotta be strong, pretty, you can't leave me"

"why? why did you had to give up just like that?" it comes out of your mouth without even thinking and it makes jason shake because it was almost as if you were talking to him instead to a vigilante that's trying to take care of you.

"calm down, sweetheart, please" he leans in, his hand pressed against the wound once he takes off one of his gloves "you'll hurt yourself more, you just have to let me take you to a hospital" he says, picking you up with so much care, too much tenderness for a guy that once was a crime lord, that has made so much wrong.

he's quick, he supresses his shivering hands because he has to be sure you make it to the hospital in time even if he drives you around in his motorcycle and misses all the red lights, he couldn't care less about it.

later that night, when you are resting into a hospital room he's being scolded by batman but he's too busy pacing around the rooftop, he took off his helmet and his hands are all over his hair and face. jason is trying to gather himself up to see you.

was this all his fault? of course it was. the person he loved the most, the one that brought so many good things to his life was now lying on a hospital bed injured because he had been so stupid and weak.

without thinking twice about it jason sneaks back into the hospital, still on his red hood gear he goes to your room and locks the door before he seats next to the bed. the helmet rests at your feet while his hand holds yours, not feeling able to look at you he cries himself to sleep, his forehead pressed to your knuckles until it's 4 am.

"jason?" your voice is all gruffy, throat dry but you have to speak because jason was right there and you'll be damned if you didn't recognized the jet black hair and that pretty white streak, it felt so soft brushing against your skin before your fingers brushed into the silky strands "jason..."

he wakes up, scared when he feels his hair being ruffled but he settles as soon as he remembers your touch, it soothes him but when your hand stops scratching he looks up.

it hits you like a train, his clothes and the damn red helmet resting at your feet on the bed.

"it's a lot to explain..." jason starts, he knows it's too much because there are things that cannot be talked just like that about him. your fingers are squeezing his and it makes him break down again.

"is this... is this why you didn't wanted me around?" the question itself is enough to make him nod in silence, the tears are starting to flow down again and jason doesn't fight it.

"it sounds so fucking stupid when you say it like that... i feel so fucking stupid" his voice breaks and it's the first time you see him so vulnerable, it makes you want to hug him because even with everything that happened you loved him. how could you not love jason? he had always made you feel safe and understood, because maybe you didn't knew him so well he knew you and he always made sure to let you know he loved you with your every flaw.

"it is so hard to think about it because i feel like you don't deserve to deal with even more shit" he says, looking away "do you... do you know how it feels when i imagine how much danger you'll face around me? i can't stop thinking that you're here because of me, it's everything my fault, y/n."

it's heartbreaking, because you know he is seeing himself as someone who wasn't worth it and ad the red hood it was even worse because everyone knew about what he has done but there's so much more about him than just that.

"it's not your fault... it shouldn't have had happened but i turned into the wrong alley" your voice is low and a soft grunt escapes your lips when you sit yourself up to reach his chin, making jason look at you "and there's no reason why being around you should be easy, who said it had to be everything safe when we live in gotham?"

the small smile that makes it up to your lips makes his heart break, after all his shit, all the hurtful things he said before you were trying to make him laugh.

"i'm so sorry, y/n" he holds your hand again, hiding his face on the mattress of the bed as he cried "i know i'm not perfect, but we can work this out..."

"i know you're not perfect, not as jason todd nor as the red hood" you say, thumb caressing his knuckles as you look into his bloodied hands and notice is the same hand he held pressed against your stomach "but right along all your flaws there's a lot more and with all the shit we've been through... i still love you, just like that"

[legolasghosty]

Okayyyyyy so This Post happened earlier today, and @girlstuffnorp, @floating-in-the-blue, and @1mnobodywhoareyou got me thinking about Willex (as I often am). So here you guys go! Not edited at all, I'm sorry. It's late. Enjoy!

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Alex poofed into the museum, stumbling a little over a random plank of wood on the ground. Sure, he'd already checked here twice. But he had to find Willie somehow, and this just felt right. He hadn't found the skater on Sunset Boulevard, or at the park they'd met up at a couple of times before. And Alex knew better than to go anywhere the Ghost Club.

Now when it was too late.

But maybe there was a chance. Julie's plan might work. But they needed Willie to pull it off.

The guys had offered to help Alex look, but he'd turned them down. He had to do this on his own. And well, the last time he'd taken them to find Willie, it hadn't ended well.

So here he was, on his own, trying to follow the odd tugging in his chest that had led him to the skater in the past. But he just kept ending up here. And Willie wasn't-

"Alex?"

Alex nearly jumped out of his insubstantial skin at the voice and spun around to see Willie standing a few yards away, board clutched to his chest and a startled look on his face.

"Hey," Alex said, raising a hand awkwardly. He wasn't used to this uneasy tension between them. Willie was there, but he felt so much further away than he had before everything went down at the ghost club.

"Is everything okay?" Willie asked, taking a careful step closer.

"Yeah, yeah," Alex said quickly. "Or like... not any less okay than before."

Willie let out a relieved chuckle. Just one. Alex missed his full laugh. "That's... good. I think?"

"Yeah it is," Alex agreed, his eyes falling to the skateboard in Willie's hands, unable to meet his eyes and see the discomfort there. He hated that he'd caused that hurt, even if it wasn't on purpose. Then he remembered why he was here in the first place. "Julie sort of has a plan."

Willie's frown deepened. "What kind of plan?"

Alex took a deep breath. "A plan to play the Orpheum."

"Wait seriously?!" Willie exclaimed, the hopeful note in his voice giving Alex the courage to meet his eyes again.

There was too much happening behind the dark irises for Alex to decipher in an instant. But he knew there was hope. And worry. And sorrow. And suddenly it hit Alex square in the chest that if this worked, if they played the Orpheum and crossed over, then that would mean saying goodbye to Willie. For good.

"That's awesome, how are you pulling that off?" Willie continued. He came a step closer and the knot in Alex's chest loosened a bit.

Alex glanced around and spotted the bench they'd moved together the first time they came here. He nodded towards it, then sat down himself. Willie hesitated. Alex felt himself crack just a bit more. Willie had never put distance between them before Caleb. In fact, he'd always been crossing it, grabbing Alex's hand or bumping their knees together or shaking him by the shoulders. There wasn't any of that anymore.

But then Willie sat down, leaving a few inches of space between them, but closer nonetheless. Alex exhaled.

"So basically we're going to get the opening band to have some kind of tech issue this weekend," Alex began, "and then throw up our video in the producer's office right after they find out. No time to find a replacement? Well lucky for them, we're right there."

Willie laughed, a little closer to his normal one this time. "Julie is a genius!" he declared, pulling one knee up to his chest. Then he smirked. "What are you gonna do to the opener?"

Alex huffed out a nervous chuckle. "Therein lies the issue," he admitted. "We have yet to agree on anything that isn't going to cause physical damage to the band, will get them out enough, and we can actually do."

Willie nodded, expression turning thoughtful. He didn't say anything for a minute. Alex took the opportunity to check out the green eggs on his socks. Would it still be called sunny side up if the yolks weren't yellow?

But he also thought about what would happen to Willie, to them, if this worked. And what would happen if it didn't. Would Willie be okay without Alex? Would Caleb take his anger out on the skater over losing Sunset Curve? Would Willie miss him? Or would he forget he existed, just a tiny blip in his long afterlife? Alex knew he wouldn't be forgetting Willie any time soon, even if he ceased to exist. Maybe Reggie had a point about never forgetting your first ghost.

On the other hand, what would happen if he took Caleb's offer? If he stayed at the HGC, playing music he didn't love for someone who owned his soul for an eternity? It wouldn't be fun. But then they could stay together. Alex could keep Willie safe from the magician. They could dance together in the club and it wouldn't matter who could or couldn't see them. They could just be. Forever.

But that would mean losing Julie. And his freedom. And probably his friends, because there was no way Luke was going to take the bait. Reggie would be caught in the middle, but he'd probably stay with Luke and Julie. So Alex would have Willie, but he wouldn't have his friends, or his music, or his soul.

Was it bad that he was still tempted?

"Okay, I'm going to handle the opener," Willie announced, startling Alex from his thoughts. "Not sure how yet, but I'll get you guys on that fancy sign."

"You mean the marque?" Alex clarified.

"I thought that was a fancy French dude," Willie retorted. "Like that one guy in Hamilton."

Alex shrugged. "I have no idea what a Hamilton is, but I think it's the same word?"

Willie laughed again. "I need to teach you the ways of sneaking into Broadway shows," he teased. Then his face fell. "Or... I guess not," he added in a softer voice.

The ache in Alex's chest, almost more painful than the occasional jolts now, returned full force. "Yeah," he sighed. He bit the inside of his cheek. "Unless..."

Willie's eyes shot to his, but the severity in his gaze was an unexpected stab to Alex's soul. "No, no way," the skater said firmly. "You're not taking his deal. I promise... It's not worth it."

"But what about you," Alex burst out. "If we leave and Caleb finds out you helped us, even just a little bit, he'd destroy you! You said it yourself! But if I stay then-"

"No I'm not going to let you do that, Alex!" Willie cut him off, one hand latching onto his. "I made my choice, okay? It was a stupid one, yeah, but it's done. You haven't! You can cross over and not have to deal with any of this anymore! And if Caleb wants to destroy me for-for caring about you, then okay. I'm okay with that, I've made my peace with the fact that my afterlife is probably going to be ended because of him at some point anyways. At least you would be safe and free."

Alex wanted to cry. He wanted to pull Willie close and hide him away somewhere no one could ever hurt him again. He wanted to hold him and get as far away from him as possible and just sit here with him forever all at once.

"I just want you to be happy," Willie murmured, running out of steam. When Alex met his gaze again, there were tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "As long as you're okay, that's enough for me. I got to know you and be your... friend for a bit. I'm not going to regret that, even if it's the end for me. I'll be okay as long as you're safe."

Alex reached out with his free hand and cupped Willie's cheek. His thumb brushed away the first tear that slid from the skater's eyes. "I don't want to leave you," he admitted softly.

"Me either," Willie breathed. "But you have to."

"I know," Alex sighed. "I'm sorry."

Willie shook his head without dislodging Alex's hand. "No being sorry. It's just how life is sometimes."

"We're literally dead already," Alex pointed out wryly.

"Details details," Willie dismissed, squeezing his hand. "Just promise me that, whatever happens, you'll do everything you can to cross over."

Alex squeezed back. "I promise," he responded, his heart cracking down the middle.

And only a day later, he would be reminded of that promise as he stared across the Hollywood Ghost Club at Willie, leaning against the back wall, as he missed a beat in Caleb's song in favor of the one calling to him from outside. Willie's gaze met his and he nodded once. Go, he mouthed.

I promise, Alex mouthed back, before leaving the club behind and flying to Julie's side.

[lunaehymn]

a wishlist of plots !!

ideas for just about  every character… i just rlly love chara development —— let me live.

noctis—

book interactions !!

secrets being shared

‘these are my friends, they’re lame but great.’

luna including loose pages of notes she wanted to write to him while the book was with him.

kid interactions

luna takING HIM TO THE FIELDS OF SYLLEBLOSSOMS.

her with him during his healing sessions.

teaching each other how to do dumb ( cool ) things?? flower crowns, simple knots, origami, card houses??

nyx—

this post :’)))

shopping shOPPING PLS LET HER BRING HIM SHOPPING.

‘i’ll be married soon, so i’d like to know something about masculine attire’

‘boots with a slight platform are not the same as heels.’

‘spin around, please— 360 view.’

this post too tbh ??? it’s somewhat part of my big au verse with luna surviving and all that good  j a z  z.

ravus—

boi h owdy

their mother’s passing. give me them grieving.

HONESTLY JUST ANYTHING

GIVE ME !!!! FLEURET INTERACTIONS !!!!

crowe—

I WILL MAKE A VERSE ON THIS BLOG WHERE CROWE PICKS HER UP OK. 

THE TWO GETTING DISGUISES

cute coffee dates for in between the chaos.

late night chats.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

‘have you ever been in love?’

‘no.’

‘why do you feel the need to lie to me?’

S AYING GOOD BYE GONNa HURT ME OKAYYYYYY

libertus—

ok but…. what if she let him take her to altissia.

new bodyguARD AND HE DOES GREAT O K

‘you’ll have to forgive me, princess. can’t say i’ve ever attended such a fancy meeting.’

‘you’re doing perfectly fine, for it being your first, sir ostium’

n y x  and  c r o w e  talk.

‘. .do you think it was quick?’

‘well. . he definitely didn’t go out without a fight.’

‘what was she like?’

‘indescribable. . and she deserved so much better.’

LIBERTUS !!!!!!!! MOURNING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

for crowe ( with luna’s support )

for nyx ( with luna’s support )

for luna ( by himself )

let my son be happy, ,,

prompto—

this video is all i have to offer. 

hey hey hey that au where luna LIVES happily married and GLAIVE PROMPTO TELLING HER STORIES OF THEIR ADVENTURES !!!!

luna knowing that prompto loves photography, and she asks him about his work.

prom showing up the next day with all his photo albums and telling her the context and story behind each photo.

AU WHERE LUNA JOINS THE BOYS AND PROM SHOWS HER HOW TO S H O O T !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i want lunafreya to fucking kiss prompto’s barcode, i fuckin stan luna accepting and loving prompto unconditionally.

remember when prompto catches noct on that nif-ship??? yeah??? get him to fly off and save luna too.

gladiolus—

teach her how to fight, oml

TEACH HER !! THE WAY OF CUP NOODLES !!!!!

:)))))))) angst

‘your father was a wonderful man.’

‘mhm.. he sure was.’

‘he spoke very highly of you and iris both.’

‘mm…’

‘the eve of the signing, he told me he was looking forward to spending more time with you two. that he was proud to see you’d gotten so far with him so busy.’

‘…’

‘he loved you both.’

‘yeah.’

ignis—

TEACH HER TO DRIVE HOLY HE CK.

‘here’s a list of the only things noctis will eat.’

them??? planning thE WEDDING TOGETHER PL S.

‘i believe this course featuring this wine will complement it all nicely.’

‘will noctis like it?’

‘when has noctis liked anything having to do with fruit?’

‘..cake.’

‘he claims they’re ‘two different things’.’

they share tricks for healing / fixing up their friends !!

iris— 

MMMMMM OK.

i have a rlly angsty idea that i won’t post here…. but if u want it…. i got it..

TEACH HER HOW TO SEW.

let her weave flowers into ur hair

TEACHIN EACH OTHER HOW TO KI C K ASS TOOO !!!!!!!!

cidney—  

teach her a few things about cars ( obviously ).

pls…. i beg of you… let luna put some damn clothes on her.

shopping !! dates !!!!

cute girls defending / saving each other from weirdos.

s p a  d a y

LUNA TAKING SHELTER AT HAMMERHEAD A LITTLE AFTER KINGSGLAIVE OK.

regis—  

AU IN WHICH EVERYONE LIVES AND SHE TELLS HIM SHE’S PREGNANT.

pls let her.. take him from insomnia.

let regis live 2kforever.

idk how b ut p l  ease.

GRANDDADDY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REGIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE I’M C RYIN GHHERE

cute interactions when she was younger.

‘does mother do well guiding you?’

‘she does. i don’t know where i would be without her. and you, young lady, will do just as well for noctis. i know it.’

s creams bc regis holding his grandchild for the first time pls.

cor—

him as her bodyguard post kingsglaive.

that’s all i got.

just think about it…… honestly….. its so good.

COR AT THE SIGNING TREATY PARTY, LUNA AND HIM TALKING AND THE TWO OF THEM BEING ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN THE SAME SPACE THAT EVERYONE ELSE IS JUST.... ABSOLUTELY  B L I N D E D.

what beauty, what grace... he will absolutely beat your face if you so much as breathe a bad word in the oracle’s general direction.

ardyn—

interactions with him and her as a child.

him  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lowkey missing being able to help people out.

him?? escorting her places bc jokes on u bitch, she’s ur problem today.

‘must you really try on every dress in the store?’

‘must you comment on everything i try on?’

‘yes, bc ur style is shit.’

luna: -fifty shades of offended bc what is your scarf buddy-

aranea—

sharing secrets about her brother.

the two gossiping in general.

‘are there any cuties in ur fleet?’

‘nah.’

‘really??’

ARANEA TEACHING NIFLHEIM SOME MANNERS.

‘listen, i get she’s your prisoner and all— but i catch you layin’ a hand on the lady again, and i’ll have your head thrown into the bay.. ya’ hear?’

loqi—

congrats, welcome to the BABY SITTER’S CLUB, loqi. we have jackets.

like adryn, you get to escort her to places.

whether it be an orphanage, a park, town square— you get to follow her to make sure she doesn’t get kidnapped.

WHICH HAPPENS MORE OFTEN THAN YOU’D THINK.

lunafreya, an a1 manipulator for information: you’ll never catch noct off guard.

loqi, a determined, but foolish, man: -spills niflheim’s entire plan to prove that they can catch noct off guard-

luna being soft and healing him when he gets hurt while protecting her :3c

“its not your duty to fix me.”

“nor is it my duty to stay in tenebrae, while niflheim ruins what home i have left.”

“...then why do you?”

“because my duty is to my people, and to my king.”

drautos—

mmmmmmmmm god i hate dorito man.

honestly just??? i couldn’t tell you.

but this shady asshole.

luna just?? feeling on edge around him all the time.

she couldn’t tell you why, but there’s a familiar tension in the air whenever he’s around.

she can never put her finger on it, but tHIS ASSHOLE.

nyx dying, libertus not being able to help her — drautos succeeding in getting her and the ring back.

it’s rlly angsty i can tell you that now.

she has zero Z E R O  respect for him after

clarus—

in regards to the one plot for gladio———

clarus finding a moment to talk to luna.

regis ain’t that far away, don’t worry.

but he just… introduces himself, obviously, but.. just begins asking if she’s had contact with noctis?

and if he’s mentioned gladio??? at all?????

pls just let clarus do that dad thing where they talk about how PROUD they are of their children, like s h i t!!!!! i love !!!!! familial relationships !!!!! and i love hearing characters tALK ABOUT OTHER CHARACTERS LIKE FU CK !!!!!

LET HIM TALK ABOUT IRIS TOO GOD !!!!! I LOVE HER TOO !!!!!!! 

GODDAMN I LOVE THIS FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!

luche—

he’s a glaive  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

have her meet him at the party ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

her praising him for protecting lucis.

her thanking him for protecting lucis.

her hoping to hear more about / from him later on.

have the betrayal be really hard on her  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

gentiana—

really morbid, but deep conversations.

if gentiana knows when she’ll die.

if she knows HOW she’ll die…

…i swear i love her ok

just… astral talk??

we could make up but also build off of the lore we already know for this universe?? but also jump into other things not yet touched in canon…

idk i like these girls sm i need more interaction

where the FUCK is gentiana in kingsglaive

what the fuck

WHY the fuck

WHO the fuck was in charge of not putting gentiana in that damn film.

the short period of time outside of insomnia, after kingsglaive, where they meet up.

do they walk and talk for a bit??

does gentiana escort her to a city??

to HAMMERHEAD, maybe??

like i hope and pray she does.

who knows :’))

pryna—

ok sO I HC THAT LUNA HAS.... chronic pain just from the amount of scourge she’s harboring in her body. and she has mornings where it is v hard for her to leave bed, and pryna keeps her company.

THE PUPS AND LUNA HAVING A TELEPATHY SORTA DEAL, seeing as how luna could be.... considered..... divine herself. but yeah, love my!!! beautiful girls!!!!

angst: pryna and luna inner dialog while dying next to each other. bye.

umbra—

this can go for pryna too, but luna giving him a BATH in ( most likely ) her ginormous bathtub in tenebrae. bubbles. rubber duckies. BUBBLES.

umbra actually picking luna up items ( ones he finds neat ), and luna thinks they’re from noct every time... but they’re like... really odd... items...

a keychain of a chocobo.

a feather.

he has brought her an empty wallet before.

a small plastic shovel you use at the beach.

probably halves of other things too ( half a roll of tape ).