“i don’t know what’s up with them lately.” prompto pouted crossing his arms, observing his s/o. lately, prompto has been getting injuries more often and his s/o completely just started ignoring him, “they just ignoring me!” prompto whined as noctis looked at his s/o.
“you sure you didn’t do anything to anger them?” noctis asked with raised eyebrows, prompto’s s/o playing in the flower field, “i don’t know what i did..” prompto trailed off fiddling with his bandage around his arm.
“i’m sure you didn’t do anything.” gladio reassured, patting prompto’s back, “hey iggy!” “hm?” ignis hummed indirecting he was listening.
“you’re they childhood friend, right? can you talk to them for me, please? if i do it, they’ll ignore me.” prompto pleaded, nocts facepalming at the pleading boy, ignis sighed closing the book he was reading. “i guess i can talk to them.” prompto cheered at ignis’s answer.
“thank you, iggy!” said person nodded heading towards the h/c, ‘time to find out what i did.’ prompto thought, engaging himself into conversations with the 2 other boys, waiting for ignis to come back with the answer.
₍ '𖦹 ˕ 🍙 ᨒ IGNIS’S
“why are you avoiding your boyfriend?” i asked, y/n sighing, placing the flower crown onto their lap, “nothing-“ “it’s clearly nothing if your boyfriend is whining about it.” i cut them off, them staying silent.
“why do you care?” they asked continuing their flower crown, “i’m not the one, prompto is. he’s been all down and that’s pretty much a rare thing to happen.” “iggy, you probably know already.” y/n answered putting back their white and black gloves. “i’m just scared of losing him. his been getting more injuries lately and i’m getting scared that one day his gonna leave!”
“so, i’m trying my best to avoid him, so i won’t have to beat myself up when he dies without me!” they explained burying their face into their hands, “i just don’t wanna lose him like i did with her…” i closed my eyes remembering the pain and despair in their eyes when their love and laughter was found dead.
they committed is all i have to say. small tears escaped y/n’s eyes as i pulled them into a side hug letting their tears stain my shirt, “please tell him i’m sorry.” i looked down to him, “i think it’s better you do it face-to-face, he’s been missing his comfort.” i lightly smiled to them as they returned the gesture.
“yeah, i will… soon.”
“supper’s ready!” ignis called everybody, placing the food down as everyone dug in, ‘i should do it when his finish.’ i thought, not feeling the eyes burning into me.
after everybody was done to which was fast, i quickly grabbed prompto’s wrist, dragging him to the other side where no one could find us. “wah! y/n, what was that for?” i shuffled feet as prompto looked at me concerned, “i just wanted to say… i’m sorry. for avoiding you.” i said awkwardly, scratching my mape.
he grinned, patting my head, “it’s fine!” i smiled at him before it disappeared again, “just.. promise me something.” “hm? what is it?” “stop getting yourself in so much danger, please, i don’t want to lose you.” i continued as prompto’s eyes widened.
never have he known that was the reason they’ve been ignoring him recently, they didn’t want him to keep putting himself in danger, “hey y/n…” they sniffled, wiping the small tears away as prompto chuckled at it.
“stop crying, i promise i’ll stop putting myself in danger just answer this one question… ignis told me, you had someone else before me a long time ago, what happened?” prompto asked wiping the extra tears away.
“her name was isa, she was a beautiful girl, had short brown hair and purple eyes, i loved her with every fibre over my body but then.. she died. i found her dead in her room, we were going to have a date but she killed herself, the last thing she gave me was her guitar along with a note saying, “it’s not your time to day, not ever, not now… it’s yours now.”
y/n broke down, clutching onto prompto’s shirt as he looked down at his s/o other in pity. “hey, hey, look at me. i promise, i won’t ever leave you, promise me you will never leave me, m’kay? the past is the past, isa would’ve loved seeing you here today, so promise?”
now that day was the day y/n faced the past they thought will haunt them today, promising their newly lover a promising choice but like people say promises are meant to be broken…
"People say we're so weird
I just like you so much
You know it so well and control me
So do I"
You’ve been together for a while now
People says the two of you are so weird, His friends were really surprised when he introduced you to them after the war during the after party of the King’s wedding..
“Hey guys, she’s the one I promised to introduce after the war. Meet Y/N L/N” Then you appeared giving them your best smile and waved, after that Prompto and Noctis just stared at you then back at Gladio then back at you then on Gladio.. as for Ignis, he cant see (poor baby)
"Hello, nice to finally meet you all in person. Thank you for being with Gladio all this time, i really appreciate it" You greeted and you shook them hands (lol). "Wow she's friendly!" Prompto squealed and the others agreed. "So, how did you two meet? what do you do?" Noctis asked her.
"I may not look like it but im a merc together with Aranea using crossbows is my specialty, after i helped her save the civilians i traveled here in Lucis, it was late at night and i was walking alone on the road when a daemon suddenly attacked-"
"And that's where I came in. And before you know it, we clicked" Gladio finished it looking at you lovingly, you looked back at him and your cheeks started to blush, to your embarrassment you looked away, you can hear Gladio chuckling, he really loves the way you react to his antics.
"OMG Gladio, you're acting weird and corny now" Prompto stated.
Gladio just laughed at the statement and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.
"You're going to be like this when you ask Cindy out" Gladio said, Prompto giving a small pout..
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"You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho
People keep telling us
As we fight like it's our last
But then we get along
They don't get it
It's so funny"
Of course, this relationship is not full of sunshines and rainbows. You two have a fair share of small fights, sometimes the chocobros heard you fight and when you two realized they were listening, you both act like nothing happened. You think Gladio is being toxic sometimes because of his short temper because thats the reason why you fight most of times.
"No offense Gladio but should Y/N really have to come with you for our party tonight, I thought we planned this that there's no plus one" Prompto explained carefully choosing the right words, not to get on Gladio's bad side, Noctis also sighed in disappointment as a reply, Ignis was just silent he was just respecting Gladio's choice. The guys planned a party after Noct is finished with his Kingly duties and just to relieve stress from that hectic schedule, like a boys night out. Gladio told you about the party that will be held at a nearby bar at the Citadel.
Gladio just scratched his scalp and face palmed. " I dont know, she just insisted to come and said that she'll be watching me."
"Wha?!" Prompto asked and just sighed in frustration. "Whatever Gladio it seems you are on watch today, I know you'll never cheat on her even after your fights but damn, your girl is soo.." Noct thinking about the right word, " Clingy?.." Prompto suggested "Yeah.. she is" Gladio replied. "I just dont like her being like that right now I want to spend time with you guys but I cant really focus on having fun right now because she's here."
Little did they know, you heard it and those words coming from him really struck you, it really hurts. You stormed out the bar and texted Gladio you'll go home already and waited for his reply but after waiting for 5 minutes you didnt get a reply, you called a cab and went home. You stormed your way to bed and cried, you know it was just a small reason but you cant help it you cried, Gladio not responding to your texts created anxiety and negative thinking.
“Maybe Gladio is having fun now without me.” and you cried again
An Aera Mirus Fleuret and Ardyn Lucis Caelum angsty scenario (a thought)
A scenario that popped into my mind a month ago: Aera survived the clash between the two brothers but she realized, during the slow and painful recovery, that the Gods turned their back to her.
She has been stripped of her role as an Oracle because she revealed divine choices to Somnus, because she tried to protect the Adagium.
This last thing ruined her even at the eyes of the people, nobles in particular.
They accused her to know about Ardyn’s demonic infection, she would let a deamon sits the throne just because he was her fiancé. A woman whose judgement is clouded by love cannot be a pious guide for the people.
In all this she has to deal with the loss of Ardyn, mourning him, victim of a fate that could not be changed. She tried to save him, and now he was dead.
Things were awful, but guess what?
They got worse.
Attempting to reabilitate Aera’s name the Fleuret family promised her to Somnus. After all she’s still part of a noble and rich household, one of her relatives is the new Oracle now...
Marrying Somnus to become queen and wipe away all the gossips and malignity sounded like a good plan. For them at least.
But for the party directly involved?
Aera nearly had a breakdown: she preferred to die rather than marry the man who betrayed both her and Ardyn. She refused, going in a screaming match with half of her family.
For Somnus wasn’t an ideal situation either.
What he has done that day was neccesary. Ardyn could not rule infected as he was, nor he could save the majority of his people. Still, he was his brother, a brother he loved and respected. He was jealous of him, yes, but seeing him on a bloodied floor with a sword in his chest didn’t bring Somnus any happiness.
He brought away everything from his brother... Taking Aera crossed a line Somnus wasn’t sure he wanted to cross. She was Ardyn’s spouse, he loved her more than life. In his mind, a wedding with Aera would have been kinda of... incestuous? He felt it that way.
These sentiments were soon overthrown by others more selfish and bitter: he was king, not a beggar who gathers someone’s leftovers. He didn’t want to be a sloppy second collecting what his brother has left behind (the guilt was still there, even because he hurted her. How could they made this work? It’s an announced disaster).
Personally I think Somnus wouldn’t be bothered to marry someone he doesn’t love. He is a man who cherished duty and responsability, love it’s just a thing that can be pleasant at his eyes but cannot be a distraction or, worse, an influence on important matters. Men in his position hadn’t such luxury, if a marriage is useful in terms of political leverage so be it.
The fact Aera didn’t love him (and he didn’t love her) wasn’t the first thing that came up in his mind. Ardyn was the reason of his reluctance.
Eventually, thanks to the court’s machinations, Somnus and Aera got married. That day Somnus was extremly cold (to hide his uneasiness and guilt) and Aera refused to look at him the whole function, thinking about how Somnus deprived both her and Ardyn even of this little joy. After they are pronounced man and wife Somnus asked her not too gently to kneel. Aera felt a pang of pure hatred, because Somnus wanted her to recognize his right as a king in front of everybody (since she was tied by Ardyn’s name and loyalty in being his finacée). In reality, Somnus wanted to clear her name publicly with a dimostration. He didn’t want to humiliate her, just make it sure nobody could bother her because of a connection to Ardyn. Being queen without suspects, with a recognized authority.
Maybe it was more for him than her, but it had the same effects.
Eventually Aera bent the knee and Somnus crowned her.
I don’t have precise thoughts about their married life: surely they would avoid each other since the first night. Somnus would bid her goodnight and left her in her room and he returns to his chambers. Aera would probably wreck into crying once Somnus leaves.
Aera would probably loath him to dead in the beginning: avoiding him in any way, being cold and curt in answering him when they have to stay together in public. I think in private she would refuse every attempt to hold a conversation or, sometimes, she would be so passive agressive Somnus loses all the will to talk further. When he has thought about it as an announced distaster he was right.
He would not justify his actions to Aera, because he knew she wouldn’t listen or belive him. She was caught in her own resentment, and he had no time for that. He had a reign, people who needed his guidance. If she wanted to help him okay, if not the same. Not everyone can live in the past.
All of Aera’s provocations would have fallen into a void, Somnus would never have answered to them. He gave her space, he rarely saw her outside the meetings of the council or during official events. Aera was fine with it.
She tried to fit her new role, discovering difficulties and backstabber along the way, but surprisingly she was good at it. She became more cagey and secretive, difficult to read but still benevolent. Beign able to help others in such a different way slowly awakened her from the numbness.
However with Somnus things weren’t easy. The fact they had to generate an heir filled Aera with dread. Probably Somnus would have had lovers at this point, but he needed a child from his queen to ensure a lineage. The thought of sleeping with Somnus revolted her, it would probably takes a couple of years for her to accept. Somnus wouldn’t force her.
I firmly belive that even if they grown to respect and care for each other they’ll never develope romantic feelings. For both of them Ardyn will forever be a persistent regret with different motivations: Aera loses the love of her life, unable to stop his destiny, Somnus betrayed him and he stole the woman his brother wanted to marry, lying to her about the fact Ardyn was still alive in Angelgard. Aera suspected it, and it was confirmed by Gentiana that only the Chosen King will release him from the curse.
Aera was pregnant when she received this response, now knowing that her children, grandchildren and descendants will have live a life of sufference, slaves of the Gods and the ring of the Lucii until one day the line will end in the blood because of Ardyn.
Ardyn whose pain will continue long after her death.
I think Aera would survived not only Somnus, but even their children. Unable to suffer other losses, she would retire after the coronation of her grandchildren and died of old age.
Fast Forward in the future
After being freed Ardyn discovered, thanks to Verstael, that Aera survived to marry Somnus and becoming queen. The current royal line of Lucis their descendants.
I think ‘devastated’ would still be a weak word to describe Ardyn after the big revealing. The thought of Aera forgetting him to run into his brother’s arms hurts him beyond every comprehension. In the beginning he would probably convinced himslef that Aera has been forced in some way, that she was forever unhappy after he was chained away.
She had to be unhappy, he couldn’t even think she smiled or laughed again.
It was all Somnus’s fault, HE was the monster, HE forced her... Aera has done nothing wrong... she didn’t know I was suffering... she didn’t know I was locked in the darkness.
During his allucinations he would saw his brother doing awful things to her, and part of him was horrified in finding relief in the convinction that Aera was nothing but miserable with Somnus.
Despite Verstael showed him evidences that after a rocky start the two lived peacefully and in some way happy, Ardyn turned a blind eye to facts until his meeting with Bahamut in Insomnia.
Then he realized how much he has fooled himself: these two traitors plotted behind his back, Aera knew about him and do nothing. They both take the throne and cast him aside.
I imagined the wheat filed scene going similar to the end of Episode Ardyn: he sees them under the tree, talking. Somnus smiling and touching the head of the newborn in Aera’s arms. She is beaming, a dress too colorful and rich for an Oracle, her hair much longer and pinned gracefully on the head. Ardyn approaches, smirking.
They both fall under his eyes. Under Aera the baby starts to cry. Ardyn moves her with his boot, staring at the bundle and its red little face. The screaming are annoying.
“You are innocent, nay?”
The baby won’t stop weeping.
Ardyn raises his foot. “ I’ll tell you something.”
Black miasma oozes from his pores. “ No one in this world is.”
He stomps the foot down with all his force.
Writing things at 3.00 Am it’s not good for me. I’ll probably fix this tomorrow, but now... bed. Sorry it’s messy...
The lost son of Tenebrae stands proud amidst the might of Niflheim’s Imperial army, commanding with a stern grip and a steadfast heart. He watched as the Empire gave life to weapons capable of destroying and changing the lives of those that stood before Niflheim’s ambitions. Having succumbed to its wrath all those painful years ago, he decided to utilize whatever was available to him to help him stand proud once again and seek the justice he so desired.
To utilize whatever is available and twist it to your advantage.
Those were the words that Veritas Lux Seculum had said to a young Ravus Nox Fleuret as the empire ceased Tenebrae and destroyed his home and ultimately, his life. She had aided the Oracle’s blood and the people of Tenebrae to stand on their own, to be able to live in peace with whatever little they have. She hated how Ravus twisted this advice into something which he would use for revenge.
Her heart ached remembering the once kind prince slowly secluding himself deep within his own pit of hate. She tries her best to soften Ravus’ heart, yet despite their bond, all those years of steadfast friendship seemed to suddenly fade away into a memory that was still so close to their hearts but so distant from their hopes and desires.
But like Ravus, she will not falter. The life of one such as Ravus Nox Fleuret deserves a life where he would be able to live his life as he chooses, to be free of pain and regrets, and to live with the one to whom he has entrusted his heart to.
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A sneak peek into my character, Veritas Lux Seculum. She and Ravus had earned each others’ hard to obtain trust and for a long while it seemed the lost prince of Tenebrae would be able to restore the light and kindness in his heart. The Empire has different plans, it seems. So now they must choose and begin to understand what they truly want. This is a photo during the quest at the Exineris Power Plant with my character, Veritas. X
Author's note: This was supposed to be a drabble buttttttt my mind had other plans. Prepare yourself for the feels train 😭
Btw, he isn't shirtless in the story, that last gif was just used for emotion purposes.
Word Count: 1,204
Tagging: @vundis-scientia @xylianna @arcticblade <---(idk if you like angst) @alicemoonwonderland
Prompt: #96 "She's dead..."
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“So (Y/n), tell us about your friend from back home,” Prompto asked you.
The five of you surrounded the campfire after a long day while enjoying a meal Ignis had prepared. You and the guys had rambled about some things that went on during the day but now, it was story time.
“There's not much to say", you replied as you sighed.
“Oh come on. You only mentioned her once but never brought her up again. There has to be a lot to say about her. Is there anything you remember about? There has to be”, Prompto exclaimed.
“Come now Prompto, we mustn’t mettle in her business”, Ignis said.
“No no, it's fine Iggy. I was thinking. Umm… well I remember this one time we came across these really dangerous creatures out in Duscae. We were beyond scared but it had already saw us and it was too late to run. We started fighting but I was badly wounded and suddenly she left and never came back but -”, you said but was cut off.
“She's a coward”, Gladio said.
“What?”, you asked, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly.
“She left you in danger and took off. Some friend you had”, Gladio replied.
Wait what? You couldn't believe what you were hearing. How could Gladio be so rude to you out of all people? He didn't even let you finish your story. You were really offended by what he said as anger flowed into you, overpowering the sorrow you had just felt about your friend. You sat forward in your seat, leaning towards him.
“So, what? Everyone who leaves is now a coward? Cause last time I remember Amicitia, you took off running when you got your ass handed by Ravus.”, you said to him, coldly.
Everyone stood silent with their eyes wide. All you could hear was the crackling of the fire. No one could believe what you had just said. Everyone could feel the atmosphere around the campfire change as Prompto and Noctis were looking at each other while Ignis stood looking at you.
“Alright now, that's enou-", Ignis attempted to say before being cut off by Gladio.
“Now you know that's not why I left”, Gladio told you sternly as he gripped the handles of his chair, anger evident in his voice. You could feel his amber eyes just burning through your skin as he stared at you.
“Well you don't know why my friend left. See how stories sound when you don't let the other person finish?”, you replied.
He fell silent and just stared at you. Gladio was one for speaking his mind but his arguments were cut short by his silence. By his silence, you knew he was really upset.
“As I was saying, I thought my friend was never going to come back but but in actuality, she took off running from me to cause a distraction to the enemy. She saved my life.”
“W-where is she now?”, Prompto asked nervously.
You could feel your eyes watering and felt the pain in your throat from holding back the tears. This night went from a simple story to a disaster. You thought that by telling them how your friend saved your life, they would have a good impression of her but instead, Gladio had to call her a coward.You should've never agreed to talking about your friend.
“She's dead…”, you struggled to say as you covered your mouth from almost releasing a sob. Your friend was all you ever had and if it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have been here tonight. You couldn't hold it in no more as you choked out a sob and ran into your tent to let all your emotions go.
No one knew what to say as they all just stared at your tent, hearing your weeping. This story took a wrong turn since they didn’t expect your friend to be dead and didn't think that this story would go so far into an argument. Prompto felt really bad about bringing up the stupid question in the first place.
“Way to go Gladio”, Noctis finally said, breaking the silence.
Gladio sighed a deep, heavy sigh and rested his hand on his knee as he stared into the fire. He really felt like an ass. He let his pride get to him since he was Noct’s shield and never left his side. All his rage boiled down into regret and sadness as he got up from his chair and walked off the campsite. The guys didn't know if they should console you or not but it was probably best if they had just left you alone.
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Later that night, Gladio stood outside your tent, questioning if he should go inside. He couldn't sleep as the thoughts of his words and seeing you cry burned him inside. He wanted to apologize and make things right between the two of you. Having tension in the car or around the guys wasn't going to be good either. He decided to crouch down and open the tent slowly to see if you were awake but you were sleeping. He didn't want to wake you up but he had to.
“(Y/n).. (Y/n)...”, Gladio said as he shaked your body to wake up.
You awoke to the sound of his voice and faced him but instead of feeling pleased by his presence, you just wanted to go away.
“What do you want", you replied as you faced away from him.
Your coldness pained him since you had never treated him like this before. He had comes to terms that he really messed up.
“(Y/n)... I'm sorry for the way I acted before. I should've let you finish your story and not let my pride get the best of me…I'm sorry...can you forgive me?”, he said.
You couldn't forgive him. At least not tonight. Yeah Gladio messed up but you knew that's how his mindset was. Not that his mindset is to be rude but that he was raised to be a protector, a shield and to never leave anyone abandoned. This still didn't give him the right to give an opinion to something he didn't know about.
You sighed. “You really hurt my feelings Gladio. I need some time to think about it”, you said.
Gladio sighed again as he looked down into the ground. “Alright…”, he said as he closed your tent and walked off. You then started to cry again. You wanted to call him back and hold you but you were so angry. It pained you to be like this with him.
Not even a minute after you began crying, Gladio opened the tent, went inside and pulled your body close into a tight embrace. He buried his head into the crook of your neck and felt tears running down his cheeks. He didn't want to be like this with you either. He couldn't leave you like that crying in the tent. You hugged him back tightly, thanking him in your mind that he came back. A hug wasn't going to fix it all in one night, but it made things a little okay.
Hello! This is my first time requesting. Can I get a Prompto x reader where the reader has a crush on Prompto, but she is afraid that she'll never get a chance with him? Since you know, he's always talking about and fawning over Cindy. And because of that, the reader develops hanahaki disease. You can google that, but it's basically like the victim is constantly throwing/coughing up flower petals due to suffering from unrequited love. Sprinkle some of that angst and make me cry!! Thank you! xoxo
Okay. So, I was halfway through a request when this one camein and I FELL IN LOVE. I had never heard of hanahaki before this and I havesince read and looked at dozens of fics/artwork that revolves around this. Ilove the idea of this tragically beautiful condition being a result ofunrequited love. Thank you so very much for sending in this request. I hope youlike it even half as much as I have enjoyed researching/writing this.
For this story, I chose to use blue forget-me-not flowerswhich are said to symbolize true love – and they remind me of the color ofPrompto’s eyes. I did add some fantastical elements with the coloring sothey’re not the pretty light blue you typically see.
Tagging: @opalandowl
Word Count: 2841
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Flowers were something pure and beautiful, something thathad to fight to survive. How something so delicate yet captivating managed tobloom even in the harshest of environments was truly something to be admired. Youhad picked a large daisy from beside the road in Hammerhead before approachingthe garage. As expected, Prompto followed the beautiful grease monkey, Cindy Aurum,around like a lost puppy.
“He loves me not,” you continued as you pulled yet anotherpetal from the daisy. A small part of you felt bad for dismembering the smallflower of its innocent white petals, but you thought it was better to take outyour aggression on the small flower rather than to mope. “He loves me,” yousighed plucking the last petal. Prompto Argentum did not love you. Yet, youwere helplessly in love with him and nothing you tried helped to erase him fromyour mind.
The sound of his breathy, free laughter caught yourattention and you turned towards the garage. Prompto leaned against the hood ofthe Regalia as Cindy worked beneath the car. Something she said must have beenfunny because the blonde, Chocobo-loving man you loved tipped his head back inlaughter.
Crushing the remains of the daisy in your hand, you turnedand headed back towards Takka’s where you were supposed to meet the others forlunch. As you made your way, you bowed your head and sent up a whispered prayerto whatever Astral was willing to listen. “Please, help me to get over him.Help me to not love him,” you pulled at the roots of your hair for a moment.“Or just help him see,” you begged under your breath before sliding into thebooth beside Gladio. When he asked where Prompto was, you forced a smile andtold him that the sharpshooter was preoccupied and that the rest of you shouldorder.
Lunch went quickly, all of you too hungry or muchconversation outside of decided your next move. Prompto stayed in the garagebut Noctis thought enough to grab him an order of fries and a water before youall headed back towards the Regalia. As expected, the car was shiny and cleanand in perfect condition once more. As the five of you piled back into the car,you found yourself in your usual spot between Gladio and Noctis. You had nearlydrifted off to sleep to the soothing drone of the engine with a scratch at theback of your throat had your eyes watering.
Gladio watched you curiously and you caught Ignis’ gaze inthe reflection of the rearview mirror as you sipped from your water bottle. Youtried to offer him a thumbs up but you covered your mouth as you coughed.Pulling you hand away, your eyebrows drew together in confusion.
“Is that a flower?” Gladio leaned closer to get a betterlook at the small violet-blue bloom in your hand.
Nodding, you fingered the delicate blood carefully as youinspected it. The petals were a beautiful violet-blue with a lighter purplefading around the tips. with a puffy yellow center. “A forget-me-not,” youmumbled.
Gladio’s chest rumbled with a laugh. “When did you starteating flowers?” Though he laughed and was clearly joking, the worried look onyour face quickly shut him up.
You definitely hadn’t ingested any flowers in your lifetime.You weren’t going to start with what you were certain was one of the prettiestyou had ever seen. Swallowing what felt like a growing lump in your throat,your fingers spread and the wind that ripped through the Regalia as you spedtowards camp blow the flower away.
Unfortunately, that would not be the only forget-me-not youwould encounter. Your cough grew worse and with it, more flowers. Since thefirst one in the car, you managed to hide the blossoms from the others forseveral weeks. You were always careful to carry water in your pack and to giveyourself some room from the others in case more of the delicate blooms left you– and they always appeared in greater numbers with each bout.
Everyone seemed to notice your discomfort and your worseningcondition – even if they didn’t know about the flowers. Ignis seemed to staycloser to you, always checking on your condition and offering you teas in hopesof soothing your throat. Noctis was quick with warping to ensure that youdidn’t need to strain yourself when in the midst of battle and Gladio alwaysoffered you a shoulder when you breathing became a bit ragged. Prompto seemedworried, his violet eyes wide when he rushed to your side but he seemedclueless on what to do. Usually, he settled for holding your hand and offeringyour water to you but his seemingly constant proximity pulled at your heartstrings.
The blonde gunman seldom left your side. When camping, hehad rearranged his sleeping bag so that he could be closer to you and insistedthat out of everyone, he could deal with losing some sleep the best in order totake care of you. He fluttering about made you nervous and also made it harderfor you not to want to reach out for him and pull him in close. You wanted tokiss him and tell him how you felt but nearly every time you worked up thecourage, he would let slip the name of the mechanic with the cute springy curlsand you would go right back to your awkward coughing self.
Prompto’s insistence made it harder to conceal the bloomsthat continued to escape from your mouth. There had to have been a few timesthat he had noticed something, but he hadn’t commented or shown any realizationfarther than the knitting of his brows and a hand on your shoulder.
Somewhere amongst the coughing and the wheezing, you realizedthat this was your gift from Shiva. You had prayed to her numerous times aboutyour feelings for Prompto. The ice goddess was known for her weakness forhumans and it was rumored that if true love were to grow between two people,she was the Astral that would ensure it would come to pass. After praying onceagain to the Glacian before bed that she may grant you some sort of relief, youawoke to a frozen forget-me-not beside your head on the pillow.
Hanahaki disease worked quickly. In the legends you read asa child, the person inflicted would usually die a slow and painful death – onethat was brought on by the restriction of the airways by the flowers that beganto fill the lungs. The type of flower usually differed from story to story andthe moment you had seen the beautiful little forget-me-not in your hand, youknow exactly what they meant: true love. It also didn’t help that the bloomswere the exact same color as a certain sharpshooter’s eyes. Judging by the rateof your wheezing, you didn’t have long.
It was late. Late enough the Noctis had been out for hoursand both Gladio and Ignis had turned in as well. You had leaned yourselfagainst a rock as you looked out at the silent ocean in the calm evening.Between coughs and wheezes, you scribbled down your thoughts into theleather-bound notebook you had been carrying around for days. Hopefully, onceyou had drowned in the pretty blue petals of your unrequited love, Prompto andthe others would find it and your heartfelt words along with it.
Glancing up, you found Prompto leaning back against anotherrock not far from yours. His eyes were closed and the wind had blown some ofhis bangs into his face, partially covering his freckles and sleeping face. Hereally did look like a sleeping angel.
Several large blooms, larger than the flower would naturallygrow, fell from you mouth but you made no move to stop them. A growing pile ofthem surrounded you. What a beautiful way to die, you thought with a smile. Inthe morning, they would find you in a soft pile of the flowers on the beach. Asingle tear slipped from your eye and stained the page you were writing on. Youhad filled the journal with notes for each of the men you had come to care somuch for. There were sketches from your travels, jokes between you, poems,writings, confessions, and secrets. You had saved your confession to Promptofor last. Getting the words out was harder than you had expected because youonly had one chance to let him know your feelings. One chance to say it theright way and hopefully he would remember you in a positive light and as morethan the poor unloved girl that had died amongst the flowers.
You had just finished signing your name when a harsh coughwracked your body and a particularly large bloom fell from your lips. With asmile, you pressed the flower into the journal before setting it aside andcasting one final glance towards Prompto. Your coughing must have disturbed himbecause his eyes fluttered once before he rubbed at his eyes.
He mumbled your name once as you leaned your head backagainst the cold rock. You heard him scramble to his feet, calling your nameloudly as he reached for you in the mess of flowers. “What’s going on? Please,say something,” he begged you.
Opening your mouth to reassure him, you choked on anotherwave of the flowers and your eyes burned from the lack of oxygen in your lungs.You gripped Prompto weakly as he cradled you to his chest.
“Hanahaki,” Ignis mumbled as he approached the two of you.Between your coughs and Prompto’s panic, the others had filed out of the tentto see what was the matter. “I should have realized sooner.”
Noctis looked far more awake than he ever had at that timeof night. “Why haven’t we seen more of the flowers before?”
Another spell had your body shaking and the tears flowingfreely. Your hand on Prompto’s chest slipped as your head grew foggier. “Prom,”you gasped out.
“I don’t understand,” Prompto carefully cradled you in hisarms as he looked between you and Ignis. “Where are they coming from?”
Ignis held a grim expression as he kneeled down beside you.“The flowers are a sign of unrequited love. Whoever is inflicted with themeventually dies. The flowers continue to build up in their chest until theperson no longer possesses the ability to breathe, I’m afraid.”
Prompto’s grip tightened around you in hopes of stoppingyour violent shaking through the coughs. “Unrequited love,” he repeated andstared into your face.
Gladio kneeled down and fingered a blossom the size of hispalm. “True love, judging by these. They’re a symbol of true love.” Gladioclapped Prompto on the shoulder and squeezed it gently. The look on his facewas the same as those worn by both Ignis and Noctis.
“Me?” Prompto croaked as tears flooded his eyes.
Your head had begun to feel foggy and if he hadn’t help youso tightly, you knew you wouldn’t have had the strength to keep yourself up.You did, however, pitifully twist and reach blindly for the journal. Noctisgrabbed it and handed it over to his best friend who opened the pages directlyto the one you had written for him, the beautiful flower falling from thepages.
As he read, his eyes darting back and forth across thescribbled words though his tears, he choked back a sob. You mumbled his name againin hopes of reassuring him, telling him it really was okay. As you had written,dying was not something you were afraid of. After all, it had taken your deathfor you to tell the man of your dreams how you felt. Shiva had granted you akindness in allowing you to go in such a peaceful way rather than at the handsof some deamon.
Prompto dropped the book and pulled you into his lap so thathe could look you directly in the face. He wiped the stray tears from your eyesand whispered your name in broken sobs until you opened your eyes for what youknew would be the last time. Fitting that it would be his face that you sawbefore you crossed into whatever awaited you. Your only hope was that you wouldremember every detail of his perfect, freckled face and the depth of his eyes.
“No. This is not the end for you, it can’t be.”
Noctis moved closer. “Prom, I don’t think –“
“She’s not dying here,” he snapped but he kept his eyes onyours. You couldn’t help the fraction of a smile that ghosted your lips at thesimilarity in his irises to the petals of the flowers you were drowning in.Prompto cradled your head and spoke your name forcefully until you managed tofocus on him. “I am not saying goodbye to you here. You are going to live avery long and happy life if I have anything to do with it.”
Your intended words turned to gasps as more flowers brokefree. You couldn’t breathe at all and Prompto saw the realization in your eyes.
Prompto tore his gaze to Ignis, who had taken his glassesoff and was doing his best to remain composed at the sight of your dying bodyclutched in his arms. “Unrequited means not returned, right?” He looked at theadvisor expectantly. When he gave him a reluctant nod, Prompto nodded once.Leaning in close, he spoke so that he knew you could hear him even in yourdaze. “Stay with me,” he begged.
His soft lips pressed to yours with careful force andconfidence. His touch seemed so far away and yet your body yielded to hisperfectly. Even when he felt you go limp in his arms, Prompto kissed you withdelicate determination as if his touch could pour some of his own life forceinto your body. His fingers carded through your hair and his free hand pressedinto your hip and pulled you closer. He touched you like a dying man in searchof water, his body deprived of the sensation of yours. His love for you washedover you like a tidal wave.
“Prom,” Gladio tried to pull him away.
Prompto growled and broke the kiss gasping for breath.“Please, come back to me,” he peppered your face with kisses. Cradling yourhead in his hands, you kissed you once more before choking off a sob. “Please,Shiva above, don’t leave me now. Not when I didn’t even say it…” he trailedoff.
The night air was silent, even the ocean seemed to lie inwait. The only sound was that of Prompto’s sobs into your shoulder, your bodystill clutched against him.
Gasping, a torrent of tiny, half frozen forget-me-not bloomsfell from your lips. A thin coating of ice caked the delicate skin of your lipsas you swallowed, your airways clear of flowers for the first time in weeks.
Prompto stiffened, his arms locking around your waist infear he was imaging it all. He didn’t dare speak your name until you had pulledback enough to see his face. Tears filled both of your eyes at the realizationthat you were breathing again. You met for another kiss, this one soft andquick as if you both feared it wasn’t real.
“What was it you wanted to tell me?” you asked against hislips. The sot smile of your face lit up your eyes and colored your cheeks in alight blush.
Grinning from ear to ear, Prompto picked a flower from yourhair. “Shiva must’ve heard me,” he teased and pressed a kiss to your nose. Onlyafter you whined did he relent. Giggling, the blonde leaned his forehead toyours. “I love you, too,” he promised.
Squealing, you tacking him and the two of you fell into thesand in a torrent of laughter that was soon joined in by the others. Leaning onhis chest, tugged at his fringe and sealed his words with a kiss.
There are two versions of this-this is what I was writing yesterday and where it went when I thought of the complications that would come when falling in love with a ghost. I feel like if I could flesh this out a bit, this could actually be a thing. And then there’s a different version that’s not NEARLY as intense and was pretty much pure smut like my previous one.
That accidentally got deleted.
Son of a bitch.
So, I’m going to post this instead, the rough draft of this so it’s pretty raw, because I’m probably going to try and recreate my smutty version instead. But if you’re expecting pure smut like my Prompto Ghost AU, then I suggest you look elsewhere, because this shit is nothing but angst. Angst and just...why the fuck, man, just why the actual fuck.
Moving On
Gladiolus AmicitiaxFemale Reader
NSFW
Word Count: 3,621
"Did you bring the food?"
You look at Gladiolus Amacitia with a raised eyebrow as you brought the chairs over to the tent you two would share that weekend. You had set it up by the bank of the river, as something you two always loved to do was eat and watch the moonlight ripple over the water softly.
You put the chairs down and hold up the food bag that had some Cup Noodles, clean water and the stuff for s'mores. Sweat was starting to build on your sides from the humidity and you were greatful you were one skinny dip away from a sweat-free body.
"You don't eat," you point out.
Gladiolus leans towards you and licks his lip slightly when he notices the food bag, his gaze traveling from your head to your toe. He always did have this weird thing about watching you eat Cup Noodles...
It was your strangest relationship, but by far your best. You had a feeling that it would never get any worse, no matter what happened.
You had met Gladiolus when you were camping with some friends out by Lastallum, and he immediately caught your eye. He hadn't been wearing a shirt that day and was laying on the docks, sun bathing, with no real care in the world. When he sat up to pull the ponytail on the back of his head out, you suddenly forgot how to breathe. His dark brown, almost black hair tumbled down his shoulders and in front of his face, over his scar and amber eyes, casting a spell on you without you realizing it.
You had approached him and tried to strike up a conversation with him, but he had looked at you with absolute shock. It was like he couldn't believe you were there and even reached out to touch you at one point while you talked, jumping back when you reacted when he touched you.
When your friend came up and asked you who you were talking to, you realized that you had done goofed.
You had been able to see ghosts for as long as you could remember, but ghosts were tricky. They were just like humans, only intangible when they chose to be, so sometimes it was hard for you to tell the difference between someone who was alive and someone who was...well, dead.
But that didn't stop you from sneaking out after your friends had gone to bed and finding him still sitting on the docks, under the moonlight. You two sat there and talked until the sun rose up, where you talked about each other and Gladiolus seemed happy to have the social interaction.
You found out how he was one of the fighters during The Day of Light and how he had passed away during battle. You found out that while his other friends had moved on, he spent most of his time wandering around, not sure where he was supposed to be and the thought of him being alone for so long broke your heart.
You had developed the biggest crush on him that night, but never acted on it because, hello, he was dead. But you had a great friendship with him and you were happy with just talking about your favorite books and having him pop in occasionally to see what you were up to.
Somewhere along the line of your friendship, anything with a door would start slamming whenever someone of the opposite sex would walk in the room. Cupboards, fridge doors, window shades. You had to figure stuff out when Gladiolus accidentally shattered the front window of a coffee shop when the cashier tried to flirt with you.
Fed up, you sat Gladiolus down in your apartment that night, ready to figure out both of your feelings and what the hell was going on with you two. When you found out he was pretty much in love with you, it was the happiest you had ever been, despite the circumstances.
And you may or may not have had the best sex of your life that night.
...Okay, you definitely did.
Now, you two would spend pretty much every other weekend camping in the woods, with no one to judge you for walking by yourself in the city or neighbors thinking you were having a bit too much fun by yourself at night.
You both were sitting by the river, Gladio watching silently as you ate your Cup Noodles. Ghosts actually could eat, as they were much like people who were alive, Gladio just chose not to. But he loved watching you eat Cup Noodles, the way you would slurp the noodles with your chopsticks, your lips pouting slightly as the last bit of noodle went into your mouth.
"You're staring," you mention as you take another bite.
Gladio grinned, watching the way your throat moved when you swallowed, swallowing on his own as he noticed a drop of sweat from your hairline moving down your neck. When you face him, he looks into your eyes with a combination of emotions; lust, happiness...love.
You fan yourself as the flames from the fire grow a bit hotter, a reaction from his emotions. "Can you not?"
"Can't exactly control it," Gladio whispers, his husky voice now even deeper as he leaves his chair to reach over and catch another bead of sweat with his tongue.
You can't help but shudder, feeling good but also feeling a bit weird at him licking your own sweat. "That is just gross,"
Gladio winks at you, his grin never fading as he repeats the action. "Not my fault you taste good,"
"Gods," you giggle as he nibbles on a ticklish spot at the space between your neck and collarbone. He takes the Cup Noodles from your hand, placing it down on the ground before reaching up and cupping your breat with one hand, kneading it gently as he continues leaving soft bruises on your neck. You were gonna have to explain to your best friend again how that whether or not you had a secret boyfriend was none of her business.
Gladio hums, his deep voice resonating against your skin as your breathing gets more shallow. You lean forward to comb your fingers through his hair, but are instantly distracted by your shirt sticking to your back from the combination of humidity and sweat. Ick.
"Gladio, I'm soaked," you argue, pushing him away gently to get him to move.
Rather than move, Gladio quirks an eyebrow and grins micheviously as he reaches for your center, trying to decide for himself whether or not your words were actually true. You grab his hand before it reaches there, laughing as you realize your error.
"Okay, bad choice of words," you nudge him away and stand up, peeling the stuck shirt away from your sweaty skin. "Seriously, I'm gross-I think it's time for a little dip, wouldn't you say?"
Gladio's grin faltered, but he tried to cover it up by standing up and pulling you to him, reaching a hand under your shirt so he could trail his fingers lightly down your back. It might have been nice if you weren't so sweaty. "Maybe later..."
You hug him gently, knowing why he doesn't want to get in the water with you, but also knowing that you were horrifically sweaty and didn't want to start the weekend off feeling gross. "Just give me two minutes," you whisper, kissing his cheek and walking towards the edge of the river.
"Fine, guess I'll just wander around," Gladio called after you. You knew him well enough to know that he was upset about being in the river, and you had an idea why.
But you also had an idea on how to help him out.
"Whatever you want, Gladdy," you call as you strip out of your shirt, the slowly dying fire making your skin glow. The moon and fire gives you plenty of light as you slowly and deliberately take your time peeling away the shorts you wore to the trip, bending over to step out of them, making Gladio gulp at the sight.
Now, in your plain black bra and cotton underwear (you're camping, you were gonna keep it simple) you slowly make your way to the edge of the water, loving the way the damp sand squished against your feet. You slowly walk into the water until you're waist deep, then swim towards the center, the water now up to your shoulders.
You languish in your time, enjoying making Gladio feel antsy as you hold your breath and float on your back, tracing the constellations with your eyes as your hair floats in the water. Taking a deep breath, you dip under for a few minutes before resurfacing, your hair slicked back and you eye Gladio from the bank, who has gone to try and busy himself with tending the fire.
You pout and swim closer, trying and failing to splash him and the fire. "What?" he asked, careful to avoid looking at you. "I thought you said you were only gonna be a few minutes,"
Shrugging, you manage to get some sprinkles of water into the fire. He finally looks at you and rolls his eyes. "Alright, you have my attention," he glowered, standing at his full height.
The glow from the fire made the shadows around him dance as you take in his tall form, his glowing amber eyes and his muscles that bulged from his tank top. But his gaze is what holds you, because beneath the strong and tough exterior, you know that he's in pain. You want to show him that no matter what, you were with him until the very end.
But he was going to need some convincing.
You dip under the water and resurface slowly again, some river water falling from your mouth. You look back, wondering what Gladio was doing and see him now doing one armed push-ups, facing away from you.
Damn it.
But you weren't going to give up. Unhooking your bra, you take it off and toss the wet piece of clothing up on the sandy bank, landing just a few feet away from Gladio's right foot. "Hang that up for me, would you?" you ask slyly and start moving back in the center of the river, careful to keep your naked self under the water, trying your damnest to entice this guy in the only way you knew how.
You grin when you hear scrambling and clothes being discarded-guess ghost's need to worry about getting their clothes wet as well.
Turning around, you watch Gladio as slowly swims closer, stopping a few feet away from you, still in the shadows of the riverbank. His body and face are completely hidden from you and you know why he's hiding. When you try and swim closer, he swims back, still hidden in shadows.
You smile with encouragement and grab onto his hand gently. "Gladdy-come on," you say softly and pull him with you into the moonlight.
Ghosts were much like humans, but they were still ghosts. One way to tell a ghost from a human was water-for some reason, whenever a ghost would get wet, their skin would start to become transparent. They wouldn't be invisible, but they would be see through-you could still see, hear and touch them, but their skin was almost like looking through a piece of warped glass.
You could see the trees of the other side of the river through Gladio's head, but you were still able to look into his amber eyes, which were now containing so much sadness that you noticed a dip in temperature in the water around you. Grabbing his hand, you bring it up to your cheek, but he just looks at his own hand sadly.
Transparent and solid.
Human and dead.
Knowing that he could never be...normal again.
"Gladio?" you ask softly, reaching your other hand behind his neck.
He looks at you, still sad, but smiles because he knows you're trying. "Hmm?"
"You know I love you, right?"
He brings his forehead to yours and looks at your combined hands, still comparing the solid and transparency. Every second he stared at your hands, he just looked more and more miserable. "I know...it's just-"
"I'm not going away," you reassured him, wrapping both arms around his neck and pressing yourself up against him to hug him as tight as you could, even though to him you probably just felt like a noodle being wrapped around his finger.
He wraps his arms around you as well and you instinctively wrap your legs around his middle, pleased to find that unlike you, he had stripped down completely before getting in the river.
"I know," he whispers and kisses you once, so gently that you wondered for a second who this guy was and what he did with the rough and kinky Gladio you knew. "I love you, too,"
You bring your lips to his, gently touching your tongue against his bottom lip. He opens his mouth and you dip your tongue in, taking control as you ran your hand through his hair, loving the way the damp hair felt against your finger tips, transparent or not.
After a few minutes of control, you start to feel Gladio tensing up and holding you tighter as he began to get a little more forceful, sucking on your bottom lip and gripping your hips tightly.
"I love you," he whispers against your lips again and you reach down to stroke him gently, his member standing at full attention by now.
He breaks away from you and grabs at your breast with his mouth, more rough, like the Gladiolus you're used to. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and you grip onto his hair, trying to get as closer as possible as you start to move your hand faster over his length.
His breathing is now about as shallow as yours is and he looks up at you with a smirk. "Was this your plan?"
"Maybe," you admit and trail your other hand that was in his hair down his back, tracing the wings of his tatoos with your fingertips.
"Hmph," Gladio grunts and reaches down to cup your sex, outside the underwear because he knew that drove you wild. He tries to take off your underwear, but the cotton combined with the river was not cooperating with your skin.
After a minute, you feel a sharp tug on your panties, the pressure from the wet clothing now gone, but you knew it wasn't removed conventionally. Grimacing, Gladio brings the now torn fabric out of the river by the tip of his finger.
"Seriously, Gladdy?" You pout a little, slightly frustrated. "Again?"
Gladio is actually blushing as he tosses the fabric onto the river bank and pulls you closer. "I, uh, don't know my own strength?"
"Yeah-huh," you sigh as you feel his member gently rubbing against your center, seeking entrance. "I think I'm gonna ignore that for now,"
"Damn straight," Gladio bites down hard on your neck, smoothing the spot with his tongue as he pushes into you, not too forcefully, but not too softly either. The water from the river makes it much easier to maneuver as Gladio starts to thrust into you, making you cry out softly, your cries echoing off the water.
Gladio buries his face into your neck as he continues to thrust. After a few minutes, you feel his shoulders shaking gently and you feel your heart breaking as the water gets even colder.
"Gladdy," you pull his head back, forcing him to look at you as you stare into his amber eyes, making sure to focus on his eyes and not the water that you could see through him. He stops thrusting when he focuses on you, the heartbreak reading on his face. It was the first time you'd ever seen Gladiolus so raw and...hurt.
"I'm here," you whisper, brushing his hair away from his face. "I'm here,"
Gladio shakes his head and buries his face again into your neck. You have a suspicion that he doesn't want you to see his face scrunch up from the pain of accepting his mortality and your heart is breaking piece by piece.
Gladio starts to move you onto the river bank with the intention of continuing your love making in the tent, but doesn't make it that far. Instead, you both collapse into the sand, your body feeling a bit awkward as bits of sand stick to your body.
Gladio sits up and moves to enter you once again but stops, staring at you with every bit of heartbreak now openly displayed on his face. But there's something different, like he's...realized something.
"I'm...I'm dead," Gladio whispers the words so softly that you almost don't hear them.
"Gladio-"
"I'm dead," he pounds one of his fists into the sand a few feet away from your side and rakes his hands through his hair, gripping the back as if trying to force horrible thoughts out of his head.
Now it was your turn to cry and you felt tears well up as you reached up to hold him. "Gladdy-"
"I-I've finally met someone who...who..." Gladio grips his hair tighter as he stutters his words. "Who understands me, who is there for me always, who I love with every bit of my soul,"
You now see the tears in his eyes as he screams to the world, his shouts forever unheard of by anyone except you. "I finally find you and I'm FUCKING. DEAD!"
You grip onto his shoulders and pull him so he's lying down in the sand on top of you and you hug him with every bit of strength your body can offer. He buries his face into your chest and you hear dry sobbing, the first and probably only time you would ever witness Gladiolus Amacitia cry.
"Why-why didn't I meet you before I-"
"Stop, Gladdy," you whisper, having a hard time containing your own tears. "I'm here now-I'm here now and I'll never let you go,"
"But-"
"But nothing," You pull his head off of your chest and force him to look into your eyes. "I love you. I love you so much. I'm not leaving, I'll never leave you as long as I sit here and breathe. Please believe that,"
Gladio covers his face with one of his hands, unable to hide his tears from you. "It'll never work,"
You pause, not sure how it would work between you two.
"I...I feel like I'm holding you back," Gladio whispers, his breath tickling your face. "What kind of life can you possibly have with me?"
You bite your lip.
"A life with you," You finally answer.
Gladio shakes his head. "You-you really want to-"
"I'm here, aren't I?" You kiss his lips and pull him into you, joining you two together once again. You sigh as he fills every single inch of you up, feeling like you two were made for each other. You're also fighting tears as you begin to feel that life was especially cruel as well.
"You're here," Gladio agrees, still whispering and begins to thrust gently.
"I'm here," You whisper back. "I'm not going to leave,"
Gladio nods, seeming to finally understand. He kisses you, tangling your tongue with his as he begins thrusting into you. It's so gentle, so quiet, but the intensity is like nothing you had experienced before. Being with someone you truly loved felt like the ultimate high and you both never broke lips as he thrust lazily into you and you both eventually tumbled together.
You wake up in the tent and stretch lazily, feeling refreshed and just...in love. Gladio repeated his love making process to you three times after the first, each time being equally as lazy and drawn out. He pleased you over and over again and you did the same to him. It was the most wonderful thing in the world.
But as you reached over to hold Gladio closer to you as the sun rose, you felt nothing but air.
You sit up and stretch, wanting Gladio to be here with you as you leave the tent and tell him to come back and try to sleep in for once.
When you leave the tent, though, there's no one there.
"Gladio?" You call and look around, wondering where he could have gone. It wasn't like he went hunting or anything, daemon's and animals were very violent towards ghosts. Then why...
You walk towards the fire that was still crackling after being forgotten in the hazy passion of last night. When you hear Styrofoam crunch beneath your feet, you look down and notice a lone Cup Noodle container that was completely empty.
You had thrown yours away in the trash bag you two had brought.
Grabbing the cup and looking around, you suddenly feel more alone than you ever had before. You run towards the bank of the river, some minor hope in you that he was swimming in the river.
He wasn't.
He was gone.
The heartbreak you feel is immense and fierce, forcing you on your knees as you can't hold back the sobs ripping from your chest. You knew, you knew it was only a matter of time but you had hoped...
You had hoped you were enough.
As you continue to sob, you almost don't notice the sound of scratching in the sand near your knees. When you feel something poke at you, you look down and see four gentle words, a promise, etched into the sand.
I'll always love you
And even though you’re sobbing, you’re smiling. Because you know that wherever he is, he’s finally at peace.
