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“I gave him an ultimatum and he didn’t choose me.”
Gladio and Ignis go their separate ways during the World of Ruin, which Gladio comes to regret.
This is the story of the events Gladio mentions in The Shield
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01 Nov 2025
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“Time is a precious commodity, Mr. Amicitia,” Ignis says flatly, “so I suggest we don't waste any more of it than is absolutely necessary.” He flicks Gladio a look of unfiltered disdain—payback for being late. “I'm sure you must have important abdominal crunches to be doing.”
The smile on Gladio’s face fades. His nostrils flare slightly—then, as though that response was a figment of the imagination, he's grinning again. Still, there's a certain satisfaction in seeing the other man rattled, even just momentarily.
“Well, I'd hate to keep you from cuttin’ Noct’s breakfast into bite size pieces, or foldin’ his pyjamas,” Gladio says.
Gladio and Ignis are drawn to each other, but for all the wrong reasons. This is... a problem.
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- Part 1 of Your Mouth is Poison, Your Mouth is Wine
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28 Oct 2025
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Prompto just wants to graduate in one piece (and god forbid, maybe make a few friends), but life has a funny way of delivering the unexpected.
In which, a simple room-transfer changes his life entirely.
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03 Oct 2025
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Gladio and Noct rebuild Insomnia, themselves, and the bond between them. None of those come out the same as they used to be.
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17 Sep 2025
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“So, how are we doing it this time?”
There’s the thumping of a beat, muffled through the Regalia’s windows, probably coming from a nearby alleyway. Noctis thinks he can feel the vibrations as he puts his head against the glass, his arms crossed but relaxed.
Gladiolus’s face is framed in the glow from the nearby streetlights, his wrists are crossed over each other on the steering wheel. His head turns at the prince’s question, and for a moment Noctis sees the way his amber eyes glow.
His Shield hums with a tone of consideration. His gaze points right past Noctis’s face, probably looking at the opposite street. But then it finally rests on the prince.
“We could… heh. Tease each other. How long can you keep your hands off me?”
And Noctis could feel his eyebrows raise. That’s how they were playing it this time, huh?
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08 Sep 2025