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As much as he likes having free time. This was boring.
founderkcng:
Somnus rolled his eyes, sighing.
“Ah yes. So I can embarrass myself. In front of all those people and my… Father.” He paused. “What’s the meeting about today?”
“Who knows. Not my problem.” Up the go. Up the stairs, to the elevator, because to hell if he’s gonna carry this nerd up all those other stairs.
Gladio will respect past kings (except Somnus, apparently), because they’re, well, Kings. He will possibly listen to requests out of respect. However, he will not kneel before or listen to any commands from them because they are not HIS King. His one and only king is Noctis Lucis Caelum, and that is the only man who could give him an order and have him obey it.
founderkcng:
“…”
Fine. If he wanted to believe he was Noctis? Then he was going to play it up.
“No. I refuse. I’m not going to sit in on some boring meeting listening to some boring council members..”
“I’ll put you there, so you can embarrass yourself. Geez, you’re probably just as bad as Mors, and I heard he was the worst.” Rolling his eyes, he, once again, lifts up his gross prince.
founderkcng:
Curses. How was he supposed to know that Noctis would like to nap too? He ruffled his hair, sighing.
“Do you have any other questions for me? Maybe a different one to prove that I’m not Noctis?”
“No. Go do your damn job, Noct.”
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founderkcng:
Somnus narrowed his eyes before sighing.
“I like to nap. And, more than anything, I like to hunt.”
“Hm. What a fuckin’ coincidence. Noctis, too, likes to nap and hunt.” Well, fish more like it, but maybe he way just trying to throw him off.
“This is gettin’ a little suspicious, ain’t it?”
founderkcng:
“….”
He heaved a long, long sigh. This was irritating.
“How am I supposed to prove that? I told you who I was. Would I have reason to lie to you? I’m not Noctis.”
“What are your hobbies. Name two. That’s all I ask.”
founderkcng:
“…..”
He groaned, rubbing his behind. Sons of a.. He hissed in pain before getting himself up onto his feet. Prince Charmless? Please… He ruffled his hair, leveling a glare at the man.
“I’m not Noctis.”
“Prove it.” Of course, fully expecting the man to be unable to do so, Gladiolus raises a brow and glares in return.
founderkcng:
He could feel his eyebrow twitching. So, he wasn’t going to believe him was he? He snorted as his mind went into overdrive on how to kill this big lug. He deserved it. After doing this to him. After humiliating him. How dare he…?! How DARE this man make a mockery of him.
“You will let me down now or you will not escape today with your life.”
Gladiolus simply lifts him up higher before flat out dropping him on the ground. He was tired of this. But if he didn’t at least try, he’d get in trouble, too.
“Whoops. Sorry, Prince Charmless, my hand slipped.” He didn’t even bother to hide the grin that grew on his face. His shoulders shook slightly as he chuckled, and leaned down, looming over his assumed King.
“We gonna play nice, now?”
Insert Noctis in the BG watching Gladio fuck up royally:
founderkcng:
Somnus gritted his teeth, anger filling him each and every moment that passed. Would this idiot realize who he was if he found out? Maybe he should just kill him? No. He was the Chosen’s shield. That wouldn’t be a good idea. He’d have to tell the man the truth.
Somnus smirked, turning his head over his shoulder. “I’m Somnus Lucis Caelum, the Founder King. I command you to put me down this instant.”
“Of course you are.” The words dripped sarcasm, annoyance blatant in Gladio’s voice. Were all princes such a pain in the ass? Or just this one? He’d have to ask later.
“Well, Somnus, tough tits. You should know better, a Shield can only be commanded by their one King. Too bad Noctis ain’t here, huh? Might’a let you down if you were.” There was no winning. If he admitted to being Noctis, he would be dragged to the meeting. If he denied being Noctis, he would still be dragged to the meeting.
"He is, he's just stern and takes his job seriously. Too seriously, unfortunately."
“Hope he gets some time off, soon. Probably hasn’t slept in literal years.”
founderkcng:
“I’m not being stupid!” he spat, jerking his arm free from the man’s grasp. Finally. He clenched his arm, glaring at the large man in front of him. “I am NOT Noctis! Stop calling me that!”
Somnus huffed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, SIR, I have business to attend to.”
“We don’t have time to play these games!” Gladiolus snaps back, turning back to the smaller man and squaring his shoulders. “Get off your damn high horse, Princess, you got a seat to fill in thirty minutes.”
He reached out, grabbing ‘Noctis’ by his collar and yanking him in close enough to where their foreheads nearly touch. “You’re ass is gonna be in that seat if I gotta sit you there myself.” His growl is low and angry, before he stands up straight and picks the small man up like a sack of potatoes, carrying him under one arm with no effort.
founderkcng:
Ow. What was this man’s issue here? How…Did he really look like the Chosen King that much? He wasn’t lounging around. He was…Oh, he could already feel the other Lucii laughing at him right now. He narrowed his gaze at the large hand around his arm before pulling on it.
“I think you need to let me go, sir. I don’t even know who Ignis is.”
“You’re takin’ this joke a bit too far. Stop bein’ stupid, and stop callin’ me Sir. It’s my job to keep you safe and on your feet. Ignis is a ‘sir’. I ain’t.” Ugh. It’s was gonna be one of THOSE days. He’d just have to power through like he used to.
Dragging the man along behind him, Gladio glanced back with a glare. “Don’t mess this up.”
"You father is a natural q-ball, his head is so shiny it can reflect the sun and vaporize deamons."
“Yeah, that’s him. But he’s a good guy, I think. I mean, I wouldn’t know, we don’t really spend all that much time together, but I’d like to think he’s a good person.”
founderkcng:
“?!?!?!?”
What was this man doing?! Did he not realize who he was talking to?! Oh Gods. Bahamut, save him. What had he done to deserve this?!
“Duties?” he murmured. “I’m not shirking my duties? What duties?”
He groaned at the hand on his hand.
“Could you unhand me, please?”
“Ugh. I really gotta deal with this every day? And what’s with you talkin’ like an old man? Your dad wouldn’t be happy to know you’re loungin’ around like this.” Gladio rolls his eyes and instead, grabs ‘Noctis’ by the upper arm and begins to drag him off.
“We got a meeting you got to go to, so I hope you prepared somethin’ to say. Ignis won’t cover for you this time.”