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[perexiguus]

“Come here, ya big lug.”

          ★ ▌meme — ❛ @knightcoded.

He was used to it at this point. It was easy enough to tell what was up when Prompto was wiggling over towards the end of the day to curl an arm around him, acting like he’s the one that needs a hug when Gladio certainly knows better. These past few years have been nothing if not cruel to every last one of them. 

“What’s up?” Gladio asks, though he’s hardly expecting an answer that could be called serious. Prompto’s a jokester on his worst days more often than his best days, trying to hide things that he and Ignis have become more than able to see [plain as day in Noct’s absence. “Something happen?”

A few years back, Gladio would’ve been the last person to come to on a bad day. He was a ticking time bomb, exploding at the smallest of provocations, thanks to stress built up during years of protecting Noctis that culminated in his father dying, leaving him no time to mourn. Over and over again, he failed to protect Noct. Even protecting Ignis and Prompto had been beyond his skillset. 

These days, he’s mellowed out, found his peace in his failings.

“If something’s bugging you, you can talk to me. Unless it’s a person, then definitely talk to me. Don’t want us getting kicked out of Lestallum if Iggy decides to kill ‘em.”

Not to say whoever it wasn’t going to get a beating from him, because they were. Once they could walk again, anyways, ‘cause Shiva knows that Prompto probably already did his job for him.

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Gladio laughs and he feels his face heat up in embarrassment. Great, this just what he wanted; to embarrass himself in front of his crush. He waits for whatever Gladio’s going to say, whether it’s mocking him for being so weird, or calling him gross.

But instead, he compliments him on his own appearance and his entire face heats up even more, and he brings his hands up to cover it.

“Can we please just… forget any of that happened?”

“‘Fraid not,” Gladio says, clearly unfazed by the embarassment plaguing Prompto. Not much of a surprise there, all things considered. The kid didn’t exactly do much flirting—at least, he didn’t do it very well, even if the attempt was criminally adorable.

“You’re just gonna have to live up to the hype now.”

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🔔 (from Gladio / Perexiguus for your pick :3c)

🔔 + name = kisses!!  

Placing the hat on her head, she was very much ready for this holiday with her matching outfit. Dizzy read about it and thought it would be fun to celebrate it, even if she didn’t truly understand the purpose of it. One of the many traditions she remembered reading as placing mistletoe and if two people stand under it, they would have to kiss. There was no one in mind she did this for. (That’s what she kept telling herself.)

After placing it up there, it isn’t long until she saw the familiar face. It was a good thing that she already placed it up when she asked Gladio to come over where she was. Her face was a bit red she could do it. When he was there beside her, she asked softly, “May you close your eyes?”

She waited till he did so she could tiptoe to give him said kiss. It was then she realized, even so, she was still too short to reach him. Hoping he wouldn’t open his eyes, she brought out her wings to let hover enough to give him a cheek kiss. (She didn’t think she could give him another type of kiss now.) When she let herself to the floor and hide her wings, if he questioned it she would immediately answer while pointing to the mistletoe, “I-It’s because of that up there.” ( @perexiguus )

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            ★ ▌continued — ❛ @sunnynatured.

Dizzy’s a bit of an odd one—not to say that that’s bad necessarily. No, she’s actually odd in a way best described as adorable. Yeah, she’s a little too innocent and it really kicks his natural instincts to protect her into gear, but that’s not what’s endearing about her. 

No, it’s how bold she is without ever realizing as much. Never once has her heard her describe herself as such, but it’s the best word to illustrate what most people wouldn’t be able to do: Ask Gladiolus over, lure him into the path of a mistletoe, then give him a quick peck on the cheek that suggests it’s anything but the mistletoe’s fault. 

Gladio knows an excuse when he sees one.

“Yeah, sure,” he says with a laugh. “Blame the mistletoe. It’s fine, Diz, we all know what the deal is.”

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knightcoded‌:

“My hair does not look like a chocobo butt!” He huffed, crossing his arms and pouting.

He’s called out pretty much immediately on what he says and he’s really regretting opening his mouth at all by this point. “Uh. No. Definitely not. What gives you that idea?” He struggles to think of how to save himself from this horribly awkward situation, knowing that the most successful option will be running away.

“I just meant that… y’know, you’re a smart guy! You know what people like. So obviously if you say I shouldn’t style it, then I should at least try it.” He’s on the verge of panicking, he can tell, but he’s trying his best to keep it out of his voice.

“It’s definitely not because you’re hot or anything. That would be ridiculous.” Dear Shiva, please kill him now.

Gladio can't help but laugh when Prompto starts to ramble, on and on like going off on a tangent has ever done anything to help him. At least it's cute, he reasons, though Prompto would probably argue that.

"You're pretty easy on the eyes, yourself."

Now he knows that will pull a reaction from Prompto that will best be defined as adorable, but it wasn't quite time to pull out all the stops. Gladio had to make the little guy work for it a little bit, right?

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“They’re probably mistaking you for the ass end of a chocobo,” Gladio says, though they all know that’s not quite what garners him looks from the ladies, but it’s definitely not his hair. 

It’s a bit of a surprise to have Prompto come out and admit he’s not straight, even if it’s not in those words. Not that he’d ever had him pegged that way, the way the guy’s eyes seemed to wander regardless of gender. 

Like hell Gladio could blame him, as many nice-looking people as there were in the world. 

But Prompto doesn’t stop there, oh no. He keeps going, mumbling like he thinks Gladio isn’t listening in still, waiting for him to start on that usual anxious tangent that he tends to go on when the conversation is taking a turn he didn’t quite expect. 

“Trying to impress me now, huh? That’s a pretty big job. You sure a little guy like you is up for it?”

         ★ ▌continued — ❛ @perexiguus.

“Good.” Prompto smiles, eagerly awaiting the affection from Gladio. It wasn’t often he got such gentle affection from him and he was going to take full advantage of it for as long as he could.

He relaxes and leans into the touch as soon as he feels the fingers in his hair. But it’s not long before Gladio speaks again and he frowns.

“Dude, seriously? It takes forever to get it to look this good! Plus, the ladies love it! You can’t deny that they don’t stare all the time.” At least, that’s what he was told whenever they went to Lestallum, but he hadn’t noticed himself.

“Besides,” he huffed, cheeks flushing as he looks away, “who says I’m trying to impress ladies? But I guess if you like it better, I could try it some day…” He’s mumbling now, and he knows it, but he can’t stop. 

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“You can touch my hair but don’t mess it up!”

          ★ ▌meme [ accepting !! ] — ❛ @knightcoded.

“Yeah, yeah, chicken nugget, I’m not gonna mess up your hair,” he says, though he almost wants to do exactly that, given how freakin’ ridiculous it looked. Wasn’t apt to do him any good, anyways. Gladio wasn’t oblivious to the way it always seemed to bounce back into place after a downpour, same as Noct’s and Iggy’s. 

Still, he reaches over and combs long fingers through blond hair at a slow pace, fingers barely grazing his scalp. 

“Your hair would be softer if you didn’t use so much hair gel, y’know. Ladies are way more into that than the spikes.”

It’s not a lie. He himself prefers soft, luscious locks to run his hands through than the gel-heavy, spiked up look that his three friends so often went with. “Probably don’t even need it, if you really want spikes. You could probably get some nice, natural ones without all the product.”

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Road isn’t expecting precious little in her boredom. She’s expecting, perhaps, a single person to cross her path of misfortune, that she can guide into a nightmare with no end in sight. 

So this presence that she’s bother pulled toward and pushed away from serves only to pique her curiosity, drawing her in until she’s able to reach in and touch his dream, to enter it and find only a strange inky blackness. 

Were she anyone else, it would rattle her to her very core, but she was the Noah of Dreams. She was the Noah that had lived beyond the massacre of her entire family and the darkness it had brought into the Earl’s life as much as her own. So it’s only fitting that her lips draw back into a sickening grin, the likes of which most mortals would never live after having seen.

“You’re interesting, Mister!” she says with a laugh, though she wonders if such a small sound will be truly enough to wake him from whatever barren dreamscape he had been confined to.

His dreams might be boring, but surely he wouldn’t be.

@huemarred

The masculine person seemed to be sleeping, here in the middle of the forest, off any path. Strangely, it had been as if the shadows of the trees themselves had kept the figure hidden, up until the dark haired’s form became more obvious.

It was as if the shadows, while still half covering the being like a blanket, also invited the newcomer.

Invited, but still stayed wary. Beware, the forest seemed to whisper, for they are not defenseless.

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“You know, you’re pretty comfy.” @ Uncle Gladdy from bby Regis

          ★ ▌meme [ accepting !! ] — ❛ @tcbeking.

“Yeah, kid, that’s why I’m your uncle. Didn’t your dad tell you that’s the first thing they teach in Uncle School?”

There’s laughter on his lips as the kid gets settled in, paying no mind to whatever conversation Gladio had been having before, focused solely on occupying his time—not that he was about to complain. He didn’t get to see the kid as often these days.

“You been taking care of your dad for us?” 

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Platonic Requests for Affection

“I’m so tired… ”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“My hands are shaking.” 

“Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”

“Please stay. I’d like some company.”

“Could I get a hug?”

“Would you pet my hair?”

“Will you sing something for me?”

“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”

“Can I lay my head in your lap?”

“You can touch my hair but don’t mess it up!”

“Here, lay down in my lap.”

“You know, you’re pretty comfy.”

“Come here, ya big lug/small fry.”

“Just take my hand. It’ll be better, I promise.”

“I’m not letting go.”

“I’ll hold you as long as you need.”

“It’s okay to stay, you know.”

“I’m so happy you’re here with me.”

“Your hugs are warm. We should do this more often.”

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It was on a whim that he stopped to eat—or maybe it was just that he was exhausted by eating one of the Earl’s hamburgers after so many dinners one after the other spent being served that. It was different for only one, who seemed to warrant a tasty dessert more often than the Earl’s signature dish, not that anyone dared complain about what Road got. 

She knew the Earl better than any of them, just as he knew her better.

Thus, Tyki had chosen to have dinner away from his family. He could afford escaping just this once, even if he never dreamed of mooching off his brother and being able to do this on a daily basis, the way that he often did.

“Ah, thank you,” Tyki says, lifting a hand to retrieve the menu from the waiter. Odd how he doesn’t introduce himself the way most would, but maybe that’s not customary around here. “Just water.”

Because like hell was he ruining his only good suit if he got drunk and like hell he could afford anything decent to drink, anyways.

@huemarred

Why me. Why.

His distant uncle would be happy to give the new customer to someone else, but fact remained that today, Alan was the only waiter working. And his uncle was cooking. It was a calm day, and there wasn’t many customers.

So it would be even more blatant if Alan didn’t go to this one man.

But he could not help it! This man’s aura just felt so… dark, yet still so human. It was so weird, and it made Alan feel uneasy. Yet, at least, it wasn’t harming him.

So after taking in a slow breathe, he placed a smile and moved, grabbing a menu on his way.

“Welcome, here is your menu, sir.” Alan made sure that their fingers wouldn’t be anywhere close to even an inch when he handed the menu. “Would you like something to drink?”

Oh, Alan wanted to spend the fewest time possible close to the man. But he would be damned if he was a bad waiter.

… As long as it didn’t make this man want to come back. Please deities, no.

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“Gladio?”

“I’m sorry.”

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“all the world is trying to tear you two apart. the universe has you by the throats, the stars are bullets against your backs, the sun burns fire into your eyes, the moon weighs down your shoulders – and yet all both of you can think of, all both of you want, is each other.”

— dear destiny, fuck you | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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[ ♔ ]      His mouth twitches, unsure of how to say what his findings where. He was back in Eos—somewhere in Duscae, the only hint was the region’s monster variety. Yet, this area of Duscae was unfamiliar to him. Insult to injury, wherever they landed, service was unavailable, rendering his phone partially useless. Maybe the more they wandered through, he’ll recognize the landmark and get service back.

Offering a hand, he helps Sarah up to her feet. Like before, Noctis heals her with a potion. Crossing arms, he cants his head.

❝ We’re somewhere in Duscae. ❞

Noctis helps her to her feet and her gaze turns downcast for a moment as he heals her, reveals their location. 

“Duscae?” she repeats, the word foreign and unfamiliar to her ears and on her tongue, but Noctis seemed to know it, at least. That was something, right? At least they weren’t totally lost. 

“This must be your world.”

Sarah could guess that much, at least, but did he know where they were, exactly? Becasue she sure as heck didn’t.

★ — anomaly.

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★ — awakening.

          ★ ▌— ❛ @dawnryse.

Something was off. She could feel it in her bones when she came to with little more than a haunting memory of being stared down by a great and powerful dragon—by Bahamut—who had turned to stone as she had breathed what should have been her last.

Sarah hears it before she sees it. Waves gentle push against the surface of the land she woke up on and when her gaze lifts, she finds that the water surrounds her. She was on an island of all things, she realized, under a sky so dark that Sarah feared she’d walked out of a battle to the death and into a world on the brink of it.  

The darkness was unnatural and the ruined civilization on the other side of the water only proved that this world was standing on its last legs.

That familiar feeling of foreboding only worsens when she catches the sound of footfalls behind her. The worst comes to mind with monsters from all walks of life being her first thought, but when swivels on her heel, hand poised to draw her blade, a monster is not what she finds. 

The man she lays eyes on looks as exhausted as she feels, his face familiar behind the overgrown mop of hair and unfamiliar eyes. It takes a moment for her to register who that face belongs to, that his clothes are exactly as they were when last she met him.

“Noct?” 

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gently leans on sarah and dozes off.

          ★ ▌— ❛ @dawnryse.

“You really should watch where you’re dozing off, Noct. You’re going to catch a cold one of these days,” she says with words barely above a whisper, but doesn’t make a move. The weight of a grown man leaning on her is more than she’s accustomed to, but he’s still lighter than the triplets are combined Her heart aches from the familiarity of it, but a smile slips across her face. 

Far as she might be from home, she still feels like she’s taking care of someone. It’s grounding, if nothing else and it’s something of a relief as she settles in, knowing Noct won’t wake for some time. 

“Rest. I’ll watch over you.”

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@ironbloodcd

A very terrible and grumpy person is turned into a dog, and the only way they can turn back is if they get a hundred different people to say that they are a good boy