#hima was real bold with this one

[keiksy-cake]

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[Please note, I’m an amateur in Japanese and have to use various resources and translation machines to help me. If you notice a possible mistake or want clarification, please bring it up to me *politely* and not aggressively or hostile.]

[icharchivist]

Thanks! Yeah I was just reading dgm meta and it got me that, on a personal relationship level, Allen's far more connected to the Earl then he is the Heart so far. Mana was his Dad. Nea was probably his best friend. The suit itself obsesses over him more then any other human shown, despite there probably being more powerful Exorcists, even before Allen is revealed as the 14th. They've all shaped his life so I got myself thinking, what about Innocence? Yes CC. But even CC seems overshadowed -

2 by Allen's personal bond the the Earl. At least until recently. No I take that back. CC has always been majorly important to Allen even on a personal level. Allen is one of the rare exorcists who treats and loves his Innocence like a real relationship. But the problem is that CC isn't the Heart. What about the Heart? Is Allen so tied to the Earl and it's hosts that he won't have a personal bond to the Heart and it's accomodator? Then I started really thinking about CC. CC's striking. Out of-

3 the Innocence it actually looks divine. Lately the cape has been drawn as angel wings in appearance. It refuses to make Allen fall. It will even let Nea somewhat use it if it protects Allen. One scene that made me very curious was when Allen had that dream of the modern apocalypse where Mana showed up. In that dream the Innocence stigmata is in the sky. Allen is looking up as a voice is talking to him. That voice calling Allen a sinner for being a Noah and the left hand of God being the Akuma-

4 saviour. It looks like the Innocence is talking to Allen. Showing him a bad future while reprimanding him for his Noah status. Back then I thought, that's not fair Allen didn't have a choice being Nea's vessel. But now we know he DID. You bet we know who else knew? The Heart. The Heart is still upset w/Allen for choosing to give up his life for a Noah. 1/2 of the Earl. The Heart is speaking to Allen in his dreams through CC. Because CC is a part of the Heart that was forcibly given to Allen-

5 Allen a part of itself in order to keep Allen a part of it. The Innocence is scolding Allen like a parent and Allen should have known better. Still Allen is allowed to live to fight. To grow alongside the Innocence. I feel when the Heart starts getting more revelations about it, we will see just like w/Nea Allen also had a past with the Heart and it's accomodator. It might be another reason why Allen loves CC and talks to it like a friend. Never feels betrayed enough to hate it. -6 Just like with Nea. Allen feels something for it despite CC wanting him to merge w/the murderer of his Master and Golem friend. CC has been w/current Allen his whole life. But it wasn't w/past Allen. But the Heart could have been. The Heart knows more about Allen then Allen does. CC does too. CC is an extension of the Heart. It was even called 'the Left Hand of God'. CC is a special Innocence for a special human. The Heart wouldn't trust any piece to Allen but a part of itself and Apocryphos.

Oooh my god that would EXPLAINS SO MUCH. 

Just for the bolded part, coming back on that, I think it cracks the code far more than the suppositions we’ve thought so far. The desolated futuristic dream Allen has always made me think “this history had happened before. this is a new cycle, a new history” and I’ve always kinda interpreted the clash with the Noah memory and the innocence as for why. But it would make a lot of sense if it was because the innocence was part of the Heart in some way - as the Heart would have been here for this precious history, would have been all knowing enough to show Allen this future. 

However while this dream happens, we see that the memory of Mana is taking him away, we see him losing his name, and Nea wakes up. I still feel like Nea tried to take advantage of the situation so i have a hard time believing all of it would be the Heart, but it would explain things if this vision was say, the battlefield in which all parts of Allen met up to try to take him away.

But anyway aside from that all of the rest make soo much sense to me. and for CC to still kinda sure, wants to fuze with Apocryphos (probably also because Apocryphos has some power over it), it still helps Allen, defends it, stops him from Falling ect all you said! So i wonder if it’s almost a case like Timcanpy y’know? Being there for Allen for a specific purpose (one for the Noah in him, one for the Heart) but both starting to get conflicted when their previous goal comes to reclaim its due because they ended up caring for the boy they watched grow up. 

It would make a lot of sense if in that one vision Allen had it was specifically the Heart speaking through the innocence - the Heart in the Sky, CC keeping allen “anchored” by the stab. And it would make for a perfect timing too, because the Heart could know Allen had sacrified himself for Nea, and it doesn’t matter if Allen realized he was awakening Nea that time - it’s enough for the Heart to make hima reproach of doing it again. 

All of this makes a LOT of sense to me. CC being a part of the Heart enough to be connected to it more than some innocences and called back to Apocryphos, but still being sentient enough to feel a protection over Allen? yeah I could see that. And like with Nea where Allen has “the Earl, but not quite” inside of him, CC can be “the Heart, but not quite”.

So yeah all you say make 100% sense to me. I’d totally see that. That’d be fascinating and it would stay in theme with Allen as a being so far... loving it!

[sakurauchiha2018]

A Little Faith

Hey guys! Sorry that this is late...life gets in the way sometimes and things have been rough. Hopefully I can get the next update soon. 

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4 

My stomach hurts from laughing and there’s a slight haze in the room. We barely made it through the first half of the movie before the boys decided to start playing games. Cho-Cho, Hima and I are left sitting on the couches watching them be idiots. Boruto and Inojin are currently trying to complete a game of pool without losing interest. My eyes turn back to Himawari who seems to be keeping a close eye on Inojin.

“You know Hima, a picture lasts longer.” I snicker before taking another sip of my drink, a tingling feeling goes down my throat and my lips turn in a scowl. Drinking has never been I forte but tonight I decided to join in on the fun. Mama is probably going to scold me once she smells it, oh well. A blush spreads on her face before she narrows her eyes at me.

“I could say the same Sara! The way you look at my brother is too cute.” I cringe at the childish nickname, it’s been so long since someone’s called me that. My hand waves in front of my face and I can’t help but feel flustered by her statement. Ever since Monday I’ve been a little more flustered talking about Boruto. He hasn’t said those three words since then. Does he regret saying it? My eyes meet Hima’s again and I can see a fire and curiosity burning in those blue orbs. She’s definitely grown more bold and confident in college.

Cho-Cho jumps beside me and so does Hima. They both lean in close, my facial expression has given me away to these two. Sighing I take another gulp of my drink trying to wash away whatever evidence of my embarrassment is there.

“So what’s going on with you and Boruto? You two seem more drawn to each other than normal.” Cho-Cho questions as she leans even closer to me. She’s always been a hopeless romantic, always watching everyone around her and noticing things the normal person wouldn’t. Truth be told I haven’t noticed a change between us physically.

“Yeah, big brother couldn’t keep his eyes off of you during the movie. Even now he can’t.” The tips of my ears feel red hot and I have to keep myself from turning around. Maybe I should tell them? I haven’t talked to anyone about it. Sighing I relax into the couch and stare into the red cup I’m holding.

“There’s something. Just keep your voices down when I tell you.” I whisper so the boys behind us don’t over hear. We’ve tried to be like my parents when it comes to personal stuff.

“Did you two, ya know?” Cho-Cho wiggles her brows at me and instantly my face is red. Of course she would take it that far.

“What? No! That’s gross Cho-Cho. Boruto….he told me he loves me.” The last two words come out as a whisper, almost too low for their ears to hear. Hima’s arms are wrapped tightly around me and Cho-Cho does the same.

“About time! Sometimes I feel like Big Brother is just a big idiot.” That makes two of us Hima. Smiling I wiggle free from their hold and turn all attention back to the youngest one here.

“Since I told you that, what’s going on with you and Inojin?” Now it’s my turn to wiggle my brows and question her. It’s obvious that she has a crush on him, she has for a long time now. Blue eyes look back towards the group of loudmouths and then back to us, a huge smile spread on her face.

“He’s been coming to see me on the weekends. Oh and we went on a date a few weeks ago.” Her thumbs pick at the edge of her shorts and the look in her eyes makes my body warm. It’s the same look I see when Mama talks about Papa and when Uncle Naruto talks about Aunt Hinata. Inojin has always been protective of Himawari. Whenever she was having a rough day he would make sure to try and cheer her up. It makes sense that they’d be great together.

“Just don’t tell Big Brother. I don’t want to tell them until it’s an official thing.”

“No worries Himawari! Your secret is safe with us.” Cho-Cho grins widely at her before we’re all pulled up from the couch. Boruto’s cheeks are slightly red from either drinking or yelling, not sure which one. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me over to the pool table. Instead of being forced to play, Boruto is holding onto me tightly as the others team up for a game. Normally I would be uncomfortable with this type of affection but these are our closest friend so it’s fine. His chin rests on the top of my head and we both watch the others begin their game.

“What were you three talking about?” His hushed voice only reaches my ears and I simply shrug my shoulders as a response. Inojin and Himawari are trying their best to not make things obvious but the more I watch them the more I see their real connection. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I fish it out from between us, pinching the blonde’s side before the device comes to eye level.

‘Mitsuki- I should be there soon. Date night ran over.’

“Who’s he dating?” And here I thought they were best friends.

“Remember our class rep senior year?”

“Really? Sumire? Never thought that would happen.” I can understand what he means though. Back in our Freshman year she thought Boruto was the coolest guy in class and wanted to get closer to him. After watching him closer and realizing that Boruto can be an immature prankster she changed her mind. That’s when Mitsuki stepped in, their personalities mesh well together.

“That’s because you liked the attention she gave you.”

Before he could argue Shikadai throws down his stick in defeat, that was quick.

“How do you two always beat us?” Cho-Cho whines before plopping down on the floor.

“Because Inojin knows all of your moves.” I try to keep the words a whisper but it seems that they don’t like very much as eyes lock on to me. Waving my hands in front of my face as a defense I blush crimson red and try to hide. A few laughs came from them before the walk over to the main event.

“Let’s have a tournament!” Boruto shouts before I’m unwrapped from his arms. A slight huff of annoyance comes out as the others set up a chart, knowing well enough that I won’t play. Honestly it’s too easy of a game for me. It’s a pattern that repeats itself over and over again. Too boring and predictable for me.

The door clicks open and in walks in Mitsuki with a huge grin on his face. Walking over to him I point at the others.

“You’ll end up playing.”

“I know. You’ve never been one for that game. Is Mrs. Sakura home?”

“No. My parents went out for the night.”

“Well then let’s have some fun.” He smiles widely and instantly joins the party. I lean over on the pool table watching the closely as my hand rubs against the soft felt. My phone vibrates again and I look down confused by the message.

‘Unknown- Watch your back.’

My brows furrow and my stomach twists from the threat. It could be just a harmless prank by one of my other friends or just bored teenagers. Maybe I should show this to Uncle Itachi on Monday. Swiping the screen so it disappears all of my attention is focused on the green felt. The feeling in my stomach doesn’t fade and I can feel my chest tighten. Monday morning I’m going straight to my uncle and figuring out what’s going on, I can’t tell my parents because they have enough on their plate.

Taking the cue ball in my hand, I push it slightly towards the pocket. With a soft clank it tips over the edge. My eyes lock onto to the backs of the people precious to me. Hopefully this text was an empty threat and nothing more because if it’s not then I will have to protect all of them too. Cho-Cho comes up to me waving a cup underneath my nose, the strong scent of alcohol causes me to snarl. This must be mine since she’s already drinking from another, there’s no point in denying the drink. The strong mixture burns as it runs down my throat but with each drink the worries disappear into the back of my mind and eventually it is gone.

My cheeks burn and Cho-Cho gives me a wide, bright smile. A flashback of when we were younger and carefree comes to the front of my mind and I instinctively wrap my arms around her neck. Throughout my childhood she was there if I ever needed her and vice versa.

“Okay, okay. Geez you’re an affectionate drunk.” She groans in my ear but doesn’t push me away. The laughter of our friends breaks me from our hold and I move over to the group with a slight skip in my step. Boruto is standing behind the dance pads and I wrap my arms around his waist, letting my cheek rest on his back. The scent of fresh rain and grass makes its way to my nose and my body relaxes even more into his. A chuckle vibrates through him making my head move away so he can spin in my arms. Crystal blue eyes stare straight at me, a flush covering his cheeks as well. It seems that Cho-Cho has made everyone one of her signature drinks. Even in my intoxicated state I can’t help but stare at him like I did earlier in my room. One of the many things that I love about him is his eyes, they always seem to calm me when it’s been a rough day. They carry a shine to them that makes your while body relax from one look. It’s like staring into a crystal clear lake, all of your worries get washed away for just a moment.

Someone clears their throat breaking my concentration, my eyes meet with Hima’s and instantly I feel my face turn red hot. Looks like our moment has been broken as my arms drop. My legs are carrying me on their own and without thinking I find myself on the dance pad beside Inojin. Our eyes meet and the signature Uchiha smirk plasters on my face.

“You sure you want to play?” His voice is cocky but I just shrug my shoulders.

“Sarada you can do this!” Hima and Cho-Cho cheers from behind us as the screen starts the song. My eyes watch the pattern form and everything else moves on its own. A wide smile spreads on my face as I let my feet do the work and my brain takes a break from over thinking. The cheers of my friends don’t even register until the song is over, the winner sign flashing over my name.

“No way! I thought you hated this game?” Shikadai yells as I’m stepping down, one round was more than enough for me.

“It’s too easy of a game honestly.” My hands reach for my cup again knowing that my female best friend has refilled all of them. Two more take the game over and I close my eyes to catch my break. Honestly who invented a video game where you actually have to exercise in order to play? Only my friends would mix that with strong alcohol. Reopening my eyes, I let my breathing even out before the room is filled with laughter. Our ears don’t even register the door open as Boruto and Hima are dancing.

“Sarada!” The cup almost falls from my hands, bright green eyes clash against mine but I can see that there’s no anger in them. My mother’s cheeks are bright red as well, even my father has a slight pink tint to his cheeks. It seems date night was a success! Mama pulls me into a death grip causing us to almost tumble into the floor. Her eyes glance up to see the siblings playing on the pads.

“Sasuke-kun! I wanna play!!” The childish side of my mother begin to break through. Papa’s head shakes for a moment before a huge sigh escapes his lips, we all know that there’s no way he can tell her no. As they finished their song, my parents make their way over to the pads and I wrap around Boruto again.

For a moment the façade that my father puts on breaks away and he smiles over at my mother as they play. Their eyes meet during some of the game and a few laughs are shared between them. This is a side that not many get to see, I’ve only seen it a few times myself. All of my friends are in awe for the moment knowing that the song is coming to an end. The winner sign flashed over Mama’s name and she squealed in victory. A yawn escapes my mouth before a cough follows behind it, at least the others are still focused on my parents. Looking at the screen of my phone with blurry eyes I notice that it’s past midnight, my bed is calling my name. Mama walks over to me again and wraps an arm around me, her lips close to my ear.

“Everyone stays the night.” Her face backs away and those pink brows wiggle just a little from her words. My cheeks instantly burn as I realize what she’s insinuating. Papa looks at us both closely before ushering my mother from the room. There are times when my mother can be completely childish but responsible at the same time.

“Mama said that everyone needs to stay the night.”

“Sleep over at the Uchiha’s! It’s been forever.” Cho-Cho shouts as she runs down the hallway to the spare rooms. The boys follow closely behind her except for Boruto. Him and Himawari seem to be having a deep conversation by the looks on their faces. Almost mirroring the face I had earlier on the couch. I don’t know whether to walk over to their conversation or leave them be. My body starts to move on its own out of the door and begin the semi long walk towards my bedroom, but as soon as I’m through the threshold a warm hand rests on my wrist. Without looking I know it’s my guy holding onto me. I lead the way to the safety of my room, not caring what my father will think tomorrow. All I want is to curl under the warmth of my blanket with Boruto.

So that’s what I do. I quickly duck into the closet to strip off my clothing and replace it with a simple pair of shorts and t-shirt. When I come back I see Boruto has taken off most of clothing and lays in the bed waiting for me. Tucking myself against him, I feel his heart hammering against my back. Whatever they talked about must’ve been important since he’s still thinking about it. His words from earlier ring in my mind.

“What were you two talking about?” A smirk forms on my sleepy face. His head shakes no just like I did earlier. Huffing I turn in his arms and place a small kiss on the center of his chest.

“Later Sarada. You need to sleep.” Circles are lazily drawn on my back in a soothing rhythm. We’ve only ever shared a bed together twice before this and each time we never touched like this. Too afraid that our parents would catch us and be angry, but honestly I don’t care anymore. Taking in another deep breath I feel his hold on me tighten before my eyes close firmly.

Just as the darkness takes me under I feel a pair of warm lips pressed against my forehead. Warmth spreads through my whole body, each muscle relaxes and I lean closer into his chest. My nose is almost smashed completely flat but not to where it’s uncomfortable.

“Good night Sarada.” His voice is soft and before long a small snore fills my ears. Smiling I just nod and let my exhaustion take over.

I just want to thank @kairi-chan for helping me stay motivated. You truly are amazing! Here soon my ask box will be empty as well 😊

[theruinsofvictory]

fill out the angst application below.

tagged by: nobody for this blog! tagging: anyone who wants to suffer

basics

> name: niwa kahanamoku > age: 36 > species: human

bold what applies

drinker / smoker / done/does drugs / knows what a broken heart feels like / has committed a crime / suffers a physical disability / suffers a mental disorder / has experienced severe trauma

details

> biggest fear: he’s afraid his father will die without them ever seeing each other again. > recurring nightmare: he has episodes of sleep paralysis; during those times he often perceives someone climbing into bed next to him. he knows it’s not real, but it terrifies him all the same. > something they miss: chrome. hima. koa and kalama and molayne. the two years between 18-20 when he felt relatively safe and happy. > biggest regret: leaving hau behind. > pressure point: he’s manipulative and lies to himself all the time. call him out on either of those and watch him squirm. > a secret: his family situation -- his father’s abuse, him leaving his wife and son -- is a secret... though he sometimes feels as though everyone already knows.

pick one

fire or water mother or father to hurt or be hurt eerie or gory unrequited love or no love

[5ftgarden]

Frilly Cakes

Fenara/Solas • Kirkwall Oldtown/Eolas Books • Garden-Spirit Modern AU

“Would you like to try that little Orleasian coffee shop today?” Solas asked from the backroom. Fenara rolled her eyes and yanked off her helmet, running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the helmet-head. She was about to answer when she paused. She’d been avoiding it for weeks. Maybe it was time to give it a try.

“Um, sure? You said it was just around the block right?” she shouted back, resting the helmet on her hip. Solas peeked his head out from behind the door frame.

“Really?”

“Sure. You keep asking me, and you’ve told me that apparently its ‘to die for’, so why not?”

Solas beamed at her. “Just give me a few minutes to lock up the shop.”

Fenara nodded and ran her hand through her hair again nervously as she set her helmet down on the counter in its usual spot. He bustled around piling books and locking doors before motioning broadly towards the front door, which he followed her out of, locking it securely before pulling the security bar across the lock. She froze as he held out his arm for her to take, barely concealing a blush.

“If I may be so bold?”

She stammered in response and stuck her hands in her pockets, muttering a polite refusal. Solas nodded and dropped his arm to his side, smiling at her as though nothing had happened.

“Its just over here. Follow me.”

They rounded the corner and walked a little ways down the block, stopping in front of a small, but cozily lit bakery, the pink and yellow striped awning over the window shielding the inside from the sun’s rays. He opened the door and motioned her inside, holding it for her.The interior of the little shop smelled like lemons and butter. The plump woman behind the counter smiled at Solas.

“Monsieur Erelan, a delight to see you again,” she said in a high pitched, Orlesian accent. Fenara blinked at the last name. It seemed so strange hearing him be called anything but Solas.

“Daphne, a delight as always,” he said, grinning back warmly. “Could we get a sampling of your petit fours?”

“Of course, mon ami,” the woman replied, turning and grabbing a large white plate and placing a paper doily on it. Solas motioned to Fenara and she walked into the next room, which was decorated warmly with pink carnations and daisies, and plush velveteen seats. Fenara settled into one of the seats in the corner, Solas sitting on the a little couch next to it, pulling up a low white circular table. A few minutes later Daphne walked up, and placed the plate in the center of the table.

“Chocolate today monsieur? And for ze lady?”

“That would be lovely, Daphne. Fenara?”

“Coffee, please. Black,” Fenara answered, tucking her hands between her knees. Daphne nodded and walked back to the front, returning shortly with a large cup full of steamin hot chocolate, and a equally steaming mug of rich black coffee. Fenara sniffed it appreciatively.

“Nevarran,” she hummed, taking a sip. Solas smiled at her.

“You can identify the origin by the scent? That’s most impressive,” he mused, sipping his hot chocolate. Fenara grinned rolling her eyes.

“I’m something of a connoisseur. Or an addict, according to my brother,” she explained, setting the mug down. “Orlesian coffee tastes like it was made in a Chantry. Nevarran coffee is the good stuff.”

“Hmmm… then you’d like this one,” Solas said, pointing to one of the tiny squares of cake and spinning it towards her. “I believe that is her tiramisu. I’ve never really been a fan of the espresso flavor in it.”

He watched her curiously as she picked up the square and popped it in her mouth, her eyes shutting in reverence as she chewed slowly, opening them slowly as she smiled.

“That. Was amazing,” she sighed, sitting back in the seat. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had anything quite as good.”

“She is quite the baker,” Solas mused, looking them over and then selecting one of the cakes closer to the middle.

“What’s that one?”

“Vanilla bean,” he said, taking a bite. “It’s one of my personal favorites, so she always gives me two. You can have the other one,” he continued around the mouthful of cake. Fenara selected the cake that looked identical, her eyes turning skyward as the sugary, delicate pop of real vanilla bean hit her tongue, silently thanking the Creators that they gave her this singular moment.

“This cannot get any better,” she laughed, smiling widely. Solas smirked and handed her a small dark cake with a red cherry on top, cut into a flower.

“Try that.”

Fenara ate it gleefully, her eyes widening in shock. “I stand corrected.”

“Chocolate bourbon cherry?”

“Mmhm.”

Daphne came and refilled her coffee cup three times before they polished through the decadent cakes, both sitting back in their seats content. Daphne smiled and handed Solas a small slip of receipt paper. Fenara started digging in her pockets for cash, intent on paying him back.

“Don’t trouble yourself,” Solas chuckled, shaking his head. “This is my treat.”

“Oh please. Let me pay you back for this,” Fenara half begged, shoving a twenty in his direction. He took it and folded it, placing it back in her hand.

“Nara, I insist. Let me do this for you.”

She mock pouted, crossing her arms. “Fine.”

“Thank you.”

This made her laugh loudly. “I’m the one who should be thanking you, Solas.”

“Seeing you smile was thanks enough, lethallin,” Solas replied, beaming at her. Fenara fought down another blush, standing and gathering herself quickly to hide it. Solas paid at the till, and held the door for her again as they exited. The walk back to the bookshop was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts. When the front door clicked open again, Fenara hung her head.

“I should get back to work,” she whispered, brushing past him to collect her helmet.

“As should I,” Solas answered. “But please, feel free to come back again tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Solas,” Fenara said, flashing hima smile before her face was obscured by the thick tinted glass of her visor. She brushed past him again and fired up the ancient vespa, kicking the stand out from under it and turning out of her parking spot, waving one handed.

[shadowflame-117]

Ballroom Blitz

Takes place a few weeks after Love Him, Love Him Not. Hope you enjoy!

Kit smoothed her hands over the lavender silk dress she wore. It had sheer wide open kimono sleeves and a low cut, off the shoulder, bodice before falling into gentle folds that hugged her figure just the right amount. The same sheer material as her sleeves was layered strategically over the skirt so that it gave off a shimmer effect. And when she twirled, the skirt flared in such a way that it resembled the petals of a flower. It had to have cost a fortune.

“Ignis, you know I have plenty of gowns I could have worn, you didn’t have to buy me this.” Despite both their upbringings as part of the royal household, guilt at the money he must have dropped on her had her biting her bottom lip nervously.

Ignis walked into the room and smiled. He was decked to the nine’s in a three piece suit and silver gloves. Even though they were just best friends, Kit had to admit he looked good enough to eat.

“You promised you would let me pick, remember? Besides, this will be the first summer ball in almost five years, and it’s being held to celebrate Noct turning 17. As part of the Prince’s personal retinue we are held to a higher standard than most. Thus only the best will do. Now sit.”

Kit laughed and let Ignis place a simple amethyst pendant around her neck before fussing with her hair. He soon had her long twilight locks pinned on top of her head, with some falling down to her shoulder in a soft ebony waterfall. When he finally allowed her to see, she gave a low appreciative whistle.

“Damn Iggy, is there nothing you can’t do?”

Ignis just gave his small smile. “I am a man of many talents.” He paused to make sure everything was as it should be, then held out his arm. “Shall we?”

 Ignis pulled the car up to the Citadel entrance where one of the footmen proceeded to open the door and help Kit out, while another was waiting to park the car. Ignis walked around to where Kit was waiting and reclaimed her arm from the footman. They walked up the stairs amongst other guests and waited in line to be announced. As they waited, they looked around, admiring the decorations that the servants had put so much effort into.

“This is like something out of a dream. They really went all out.”

“Indeed.”

Kit cast hima sideways look and grinned. “What do you want to bet that Noct is in pure misery right now?”

Ignis chuckled. “That’s all but a guarantee.”

They stepped forward and entered the ballroom as they were announced.

“Count Ignis Scientia, future advisor to his highness Prince Noctis, and Kitrayna Leonis, daughter of Marshal Cor Leonis, and future Marshal under his highness Prince Noctis.”

Kit was careful to hide her grimace at the use of her father in her announcement as she bowed low to first King Regis, then a very bored looking Prince Noctis. He smiled briefly when he saw his friends before schooling his face back into the one the world saw so often. Ignis and Kit made their way through the ballroom, mingling with the other guests. Ignis leaned over to murmur in her ear.

“You have the eye of every male in here upon you tonight, and no few ladies as well.”

Kit laughed. “I’m pretty sure the ladies are eyeing you, Specs. Or your taste in dresses at the least.”

Ignis chuckled, and eventually they made their way back over to the dais to meet up with Noct and Gladio. Kit was busy looking at some decoration or other, so only Ignis noticed Gladio’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of her. Knowing she would probably hate him, Ignis steered his way over to where the bodyguard was standing. When Kit finally realized their destination, she scowled at Ignis briefly before smiling and giving a slight curtsy to Gladio’s father Clarus, and sister Iris, who were also standing with the Prince’s bodyguard. Finally she turned to Gladio, eyeing him up and down.

“You certainly clean up nice.”

Gladio grinned. “And you’re as beautiful and deadly to a man’s ego as ever, Kitten.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. For the first time, Kit didn’t have a witty comeback; the utter sincerity in his voice making her blush faintly instead. And while he had to have seen it, Kit was again thrown off balance when he didn’t comment on it. Instead he asked her the last question she ever thought she’d hear from him.

“Do you think I may be so bold as to ask for a dance at some point tonight?”

Kit smiled. “You may ask…though I’d be surprised if your dance card wasn’t full already.”

“Trust me. It’s not.”

“Well that’s fine, but nobody gets to dance with Kit until I have.” Noct came up to the group and smiled at her. “You look great Kit. I think every guy in here is gonna be wanting a dance with you.”

Kit groaned. “No thank you. You, Ignis, Prompto, and even Gladio, are the only ones I have any desire to be around.” She looked around. “Is Prompto gonna be here tonight?”

Noct shrugged. “He said he’d try to make it, but I don’t know if he’s cut out for stuff like this. I’ll let him know you have a dance saved for him if I see him though.”

Kit laughed, and then the music started. Noct held out his hand and Kit took it, letting the Prince lead her to the dance floor.

“Looks like Specs strikes again.”

Kit tilted her head slightly, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.” Noct laughed and refused to elaborate, no matter what bribe or threat Kit made. After pulling rank and claiming three dances, Noct finally bowed out and let Ignis take a turn. She smiled up at him as he began spinning her along the dance floor.

“Iggy, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, my dear.”

“Did you pick this dress out for me for anyone in particular?”

Ignis laughed. “I appear to have been found out. Did Noct give me away?”

“Not in so many words…”

Ignis gave his ‘cats in the cream’ smile. “Ah, so the secret is still safe.” He spun her elegantly so her skirt flared teasingly before going into the next dance, which was a waltz. Kit laughed and shook her head. “As if my father wasn’t bad enough, now I have you playing matchmaker as well?”

“Ah, but my dear, you know you can trust my judgement. I only ever want to see you happy.”

Kit gave a sad smile, remembering times with Ignis that could have been. She looked around at the other dancing couples, smiling when she saw Gladio dancing with his little sister. As much as he could get on her nerves, and as insufferable as his hanger-on’s were, she never doubted he was anything other than a good man or a loyal friend. She also saw Noct dancing very stiffy with some wilted flower of a noble’s daughter and choked back a laugh. She looked back at Ignis just in time to catch his own sad smile before it turned warm again.

“I know you have my back, Iggy.”

“Always.”

After the waltz was over, Kit begged for a brief respite and made her way to the refreshments table, with Ignis close behind. He grabbed her a flute of chilled wine which she sipped as she watched the other dancers.

“Did I miss my chance?” A voice Kit knew well asked, though she wasn’t used to the timid note in it. She turned and gave the young blonde man, who so clearly did not fit in with the rest of the guests, a huge smile and hug.

“Prompto! I’m so glad you made it. And of course you didn’t miss your chance.”

Prompto hugged her back. “You look great Kit. I bet G-“

“Don’t you think you should head to the dance floor, Prompto?” Ignis asked. Prompto grinned and took Kit’s hand.

“Yeah, right. How often will a guy like me get a chance to dance with a girl like you, huh Kit?”

Kit laughed, noticing Ignis’ timely interruption but not commenting on it. She’d find out soon enough. “You’re practically family Prompto, the little brother I never had. I will always have a dance saved for you.” She kissed Prompto on the forehead. “Come on; let’s show them what a real party looks like.”

Kit led the way, dancing slow so that Prompto could follow along for the first dance. The second dance was one a little closer to what he was familiar with from the few classes he hadn’t skipped, so they were able to dance in time. If Prompto had been worried about people making fun of his looks or dancing, he needn’t have worried. All the men were too busy being jealous that he was dancing with whom they thought was the most beautiful woman there, and the women were too busy hating Kit for stealing that spotlight from them. After two more dances, Prompto came to a halt, with a smile on his face.

“I think the big guy would like to steal you for a bit.” Prompto said in a mock whisper. Kit looked behind her to see Gladio watching them, ignoring the girls who were begging him for a turn on the floor. Prompto took Kit arm in arm and made his way over to the group.

“Hey Gladio.”

“Prompto. I think Noct is looking for an excuse to stop dancing if you wanna go find him. If not, I’m sure any of these ladies would be happy to join you for a dance or two.” Most of said ‘ladies’ gave Gladio a scandalized look before making excuses of why they suddenly had to be anywhere else, but Prompto just laughed it off.

“Nah, Kit tired me out. I’ll go see what kind of trouble me and Noct can get into.” He winked at Kit before slipping away into the crowd. Suddenly alone, Kit raised an eyebrow at Gladio, who swallowed visibly.

“Care to dance?”

Kit chuckled. “Thought you’d never ask. And after I was so kind to give you permission earlier too.”

Gladio gave a sardonic laugh of his own as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor. While she was tall for a woman, Kit couldn’t help but feel tiny as Gladio took her right hand in his, placed his left arm around her back, and swept her into another waltz.

“You’ve probably heard this all night, but you look stunning, Kitten.” For once, the nickname came across as an endearment instead of mocking challenge, and Kit found herself blushing again at his words.

“You don’t look half bad yourself. I expected to see you on the dance floor strutting your stuff.”

Gladio chuckled. “Iris got tired after a few dances and bowed out. I was waiting for a suitable replacement.”

“What about all those girls who were throwing themselves at you back there? Most of them seemed…eager…”

Gladio grimaced as he twirled Kit out and back in, pulling her close. He dipped his head to whisper in her ear.

“I told you three weeks ago, Kitten, you’re the only girl for me.”

Before she could reply, there was a brief partner swap, and then she was back in Gladio’s arms.

“I beat you to a pulp that day. You were just trying to reclaim a bit of pride.” But he heard the hint of uncertainty in her voice as much as she did. He smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“Come on Kitten. I egg you on, piss you off, and just generally get under your skin when we’re together. When I have I ever tried to reclaim anything from you?”

Kit thought about it. “Never. You usually just smile or laugh and make me angrier.”

Gladio hesitated. “You were so timid when we were kids at the start, but when you got mad I could finally see the fighter in you. So I took the hit and did everything in my power to piss you off and drive you on. You’ll never know how happy I was the first time you put me on my back in a match. I’m so proud of the warrior you’ve become Kit, and…I’d like us to start over, if we can.”

Kit blinked back surprised tears at his confession. She took a slow deep breath and smiled. “I’d like that.”

Gladio grinned back. “Thank the six.” He spun her one last time as the song ended and then bowed low. “Gladio Amicitia, at your service.”

Kit gave a small curtsy. “Kitrayna Leonis, but my friends call me Kit.” She paused for a heartbeat. “You can call me Kitten though, if you like.” She winked at him when she stood back up straight, noticing the slightly shocked smile on his face.

“If you don’t mind, Gladio, would you like to grab some drinks and go out on the balcony to get to know each other better?”

“There’s nothing I’d love more.”

*Bonus*

Ignis, Noct, and Prompto all stood just off the dais as they watched Gladio and Kit vanish out onto the balcony, drinks in hand. Prompto and Noct fist bumped, both grinning ear to ear.

“That actually worked better than I thought it would, Specs.” Noct bumped shoulders with the older man. Ignis gave a small smile.

“Not every battle is fought with swords and daggers, Your Highness.”

“Love is a battlefield, eh guys?” Prompto added with a cheeky grin. Ignis shook his head, wondering what he had done to deserve such a fate as this.