FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2022!!!

[seventhe]

well HELLO FRIENDS????? after MUCH delay which is MY OWN FAULT, i am here to present to you the tiny fandom event of the year: Final Fantasy Kiss Battle 2022!!

This event is open to everyone, even if we aren't DW circlefriends! (feel free to friend me too; i promise i'm not crazy that's a lie but at least i'm sometimes funny). If you aren't on DW, you can still play via anon or OpenID!

The Kiss Battle is simple. Players leave prompts in comments under each specific fandom, using generalized fandom nomenclature: a relationship of some sort, and a concept to inspire other players.

• For romantic relationship kisses, we use X / Y
• For platonic relationship kisses, we use X & Y
• Absolutely open to relationships with more than 2 people involved! X / Y / Z (/ A / B ...) welcome to this party!
• Prompts can be a word, a sentence, an image, a song lyric; it's a suggestion, rather than a request
• it's a kiss battle! there will be smooches!

Players then go looking for smoochin' prompts they'd like to fill. Fills can be fic, art, interpretive dance, whatever you're inspired to; they can be filled in a responding comment, or as a link (to AO3, tumblr, etc). FILLS GOTTA HAVE A KISS IN 'EM. IT'S A KISS BATTLE. What counts as a "kiss" is up to you, though -- you can be creative!

• Fills should use the comment header to let people know what the fill is; please use a format like "X / Y, (title), (rating), (any content warnings that might apply)"
  
  • "Aerith/Tifa, memorial, G"
  • "Cloud/Squall, just in time, R (blood)"
• Prompts can be filled multiple times! Don't worry if someone got there first; we love Two Cakes up in this event! The more kisses we get, the better!
• You can fill as anon if you want/need for any reason
• You can of course crosspost anywhere you'd like

It's a very simple game, and is meant to be played in good faith without anybody being a shitbag about pairings or characters. We're all too old for this.

FANDOM LINKS Fandoms with compilations and expansions should fall into their titled macrofandom. For example:

• FFXIII also includes FFXIII-2 and Lightning Returns (FFXIII-3)
• FFX also includes X-2
• FFIV includes the After Years

If you need to specify a certain microfandom / singular canon, please do so in the prompt or in the comment header!

FINAL FANTASY I
FINAL FANTASY II
FINAL FANTASY III
FINAL FANTASY IV
FINAL FANTASY V
FINAL FANTASY VI
FINAL FANTASY VII
FINAL FANTASY VIII
FINAL FANTASY IX
FINAL FANTASY X
FINAL FANTASY XI
FINAL FANTASY XII
FINAL FANTASY XIII
FINAL FANTASY XIV
FINAL FANTASY XV
FINAL FANTASY TACTICS
FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0
FINAL FANTASY RECORD KEEPER
FINAL FANTASY BRAVE EXVIUS
BRAVELY DEFAULT
OTHER FINAL FANTASY CANONS
FF CROSSOVER PROMPTS
FF / OTHER CANON CROSSOVERS

MAKE FRIENDS! If you're interested in meeting more FF fandom people, this comment thread can be used as a friending meme! Tell us a little about yourself, which FFs you've played, favorite characters/ships, and look around for new friends! FF FRIENDING THREAD

You can also join the Final Fantasy Old Folks Home Discord and come gripe about those kids on our lawn and the old days where you had to level grind by hand lmao. Open to all FF fans! -- EDIT Discord link has been updated!

AO3 COLLECTION
If you're posting your work on AO3, add it to our collection here!!!

BLITZ KISSINS
If you already know what smooches you want to write, you don't need to wait for a prompt -- just comment into the relevant fandom thread with your kiss!

REMEMBER
It's only fun if everybody plays, so if you leave a prompt, try to fill someone else's!

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FINAL FANTASY XV

[seventhe]

BEEP BEEP LETS GET SOME RAMEN

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[lassarina]

Ignis/Gladio, "I won't break"

Ignis/Gladio [T - angst] I Won’t Break

[enemytosleep]

(first FFXV fic, who dis)

Ignis closes the door behind him and sighs. Noctis and Prompto have disappeared once again, as they often do the nights Gladio acquiesces to a motel. He knows Noctis is capable of protecting himself, but he doubts how perceptive the pair of them might be on a night like this.

“Did you see where they—“

He turns back into the room where Gladio stands alone, staring into the middle distance. He seems to be turning something over in his mind. Ignis knows the feeling: the fate of Eos rests in the hands of their brooding king and his tiny entourage. It’s a fraught sort of hopeful hopelessness in which they remain two steps behind their foes. It’s enough to keep him awake most nights of late—but in this moment, Ignis is concerned as Gladio is still hurt from whatever he was off seeing to. They just left a hotel the night before. It usually takes a lot more persuading from the boys to land them in a proper room.

Gladio finally registers Ignis’ return, offering him a goofy sort of grin as he rubs at the new scar on his chest.

“Let me take a look at that,” Ignis says with some amount of exasperation.

Gladio smirks and shirks off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor in a soft heap of leather. Normally, Ignis would take this moment to intimately appreciate their shield’s impressive physique, but the thick angry scar that nearly bisects the man is more than concerning. He closes the distance between them as he removes his gloves. Gladio stops smirking and finds something of interest on the ceiling as Ignis carefully begins tracing his fingers over the mark.

“And how many restoratives did this require?” he asks, barely more than a whisper.

“All of them, I think,” Gladio answers. He touches Ignis’ elbows gently, coaxing him closer.

Ignis holds his position.

“You need to be more careful. Noctis needs you.” Ignis runs his fingers over the mark once more. “We all do,” he says, meeting Gladio’s face once more as rubs a thumb into the crease of Gladio’s hip.

“I won’t break,” Gladio says before tilting his forehead down to touch against Ignis’.

“And if you do?”

“I won’t. If you’ve got my back, anyway.”

Ignis sighs. “I do, of course.”

Gladio laughs half-heartedly as he moves his hands to rest on Ignis’ hips. There is so much Ignis wants to say, so much he wants to ask: where could Gladiolus possibly go at a time like this, do you know how much you mean to me, what will we do if we make it past the end of days? Instead, he says nothing, and he presses a hand into Gladio’s hair to pull his face down to his in a kiss.

At least for tonight, they will still have this.

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[lassarina]

I commented on AO3 but also here - thank you so much, this is delicious. Disaster boys ♥

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[enemytosleep]

Noctis/Prompto, missed opportunity

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[enemytosleep]

Lunafreya/Nyx, whisper

Luna / Nyx, "Whisper", PG (canonical past major character death)

[threewalls]

'Whisper'

In the light of day, as Lunafreya treks across Eos on this journey between Astrals and against time, the ring of the Lucii is but small weight in her pocket. But the nights are lengthening, and so too are the breaks in her forward momentum. In the dark, trapped in yet another haven, unable to continue on, the ring weighs heavy on her, indeed.

The ring is for Noctis, just like Lunafreya is for Noctis. She does not wear the ring, but when she holds it in the palm of her hand, some sympathetic connection permits her to feel the echoes of the essence of those trapped within.

So many have given so much for this one chance.

The easiest to recognise are the other souls with whom Lunafreya shares some connection. The unshakeable certainty of her foremothers, the Oracles who married back into the Lucian line, who gave of themselves to Eos twice-over. Regis, so worried for his son. Her brother's desperate agony. The rulers of old know her only by role, not name, Oracle, not Lunafreya, but they too urge her on.

And--

Sometimes, when it is very dark, when Lunafreya has lost count of the days since she last spoke to a human being, she holds the ring, and feels a touch on her temple. Light enough to be a reverie, a fantasy on the border of sleep that despite her weariness she somehow cannot cross. Light enough to be fingertips. Light enough to be lips.

"Get some sleep, Princess."

Sometimes, Lunafreya wakes at dawn with the ring clutched in her palm, and her mouth tastes of ash.

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[enemytosleep]

Gladio/Any, cold nights

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[althea_valara]

Ignis/Gladio, letting off steam

Ignis/Gladio, letting off steam, PG-13

[queenlua]

People seem to think that Gladio's the one with a temper. He looks the type, he guesses. Big muscles, big tattoos. He can feel it in the air, sometimes, when he walks in—the other three will be haggling with a shopkeeper or a hunt tipster over a fair price, then Gladio slots in, and boom, the other guy folds just like that.

So that’s useful. Gladio doesn’t mind. But still: it’s so obvious to him that Ignis is the short fuse around here. Ten years of poise training or cotillion or whatever they put the scions of House Scientia through can’t hide the way his shoulders hitch up whenever Prompto's tapping out some obnoxious little ditty on the dashboard, or that fleeting twist of his lip when someone cuts him off in traffic, or the way-too-tight grip on the steering wheel and wonky turns that tell Gladio that, deep down, Iggy's still irked over the shopkeeper who gave them lip some hundred miles back, in some inane exchange that Gladio'd already half-forgotten.

And that’s leaving out all the times Iggy's been pissed on Noct’s behalf, astrals alive—there’s moments Gladio’s pretty sure Ignis would slit a guy’s throat just to prevent their precious prince from enduring some snide passing remark.

But no one else seems to notice. Guess that's how it is, when you're hanging around the same three people 24-7. You start noticing things. Though Noct doesn’t seem to get it, not with his tendency to whine when Ignis is already maxed out, and neither does Prompto, though in his case it’s more a doe-eyed aren’t-we-all-getting-along-great naiveté—

And sure, it’s Ignis, so it's not like he ever blows his top or anything. But Gladio winces just watching him hold it together. All that grinding his teeth can’t be good for his jaw. It’s like listening to a kettle just coming to boil that never quite gets there: one long low warning hiss, going on and on all day long.

Gladio thinks he can help with that.

He starts at dinner, while Iggy's cooking and after the campsite's all set up. "You got a whole spice rack in here or something?" he says, when Ignis pulls out some paprika from one of his impeccably-organized plastic containers, then roots around and messes all that organization right up. He keeps offering to help chop or stir something, even though he knows full well that Ignis hates that, hates anything that intrudes on his little culinary fiefdom. Generally he's just being a pest on purpose. And it's working; Ignis even grimaces at one point. Nice to see a face that's not all plastered-over perfection.

"Let's go a round, Iggy," he says, offhanded, once they're all sitting down to eat. "I'm still stiff from sitting in the car all day. I could use a spar."

Ignis raises an eyebrow. "Certainly," he says, like he's humoring him, but Gladio can hear the flecks of flint in his voice. Ignis isn't agreeing out of any good humor. He's agreeing because he thinks he can pulverize him.

Perfect.

Prompto shoots off somewhere the second he’s cleared his plate, prattling on about the golden hour and landscape photography and some perfect shot he missed earlier from this sick viewpoint a couple miles upstream. Noctis goes with him.

Which means they're all alone by the time they finally get their weapons out, and Gladio gives the guy a few minutes to warm up. Ignis’s first few jabs are embarrassing, overstiff and overextended, and he flushes because he can see that Gladio sees it. But Gladio doesn’t mind. He gives his sword a couple leisurely swings, just to keep the ol’ blood pumping, and watches and waits. When Ignis finally parries one of those lazy swings, that’s time for Gladio to pay attention. And when Ignis lands his first hit, a hard strike with the flat of his knife, that’s when Gladio makes his move—ducking fast, sliding forward, and swinging out his leg to trip Ignis.

Ignis only just misses falling on his face, making a stumbling recovery that still leaves him wide open to a thwack from the dull end of Gladio's glaive. “Gladio,” he hisses, with a quick fervent glare over the rim of his glasses. “This is a spar.”

“It sure is,” Gladio says, with his best shit-eating grin, and pivots to get another kick in. It lands: one quick hit to the kneecap, and Ignis is all wobbly on his right leg, backpedaling to recover.

There’s a stupid argument they’ve had before, about their little practice fights. Ignis gets all hung up on technique, and says the whole point of sparring is to drill specific things, the sorts of things that don’t come up every battle—parries and counters and such—and if you turn it into an anything-goes brawl, it defeats the whole point. It’s a stupid argument, because real fighting isn’t bound by any rules so why should they be, and for such a smart guy Ignis is strangely nearsighted (ha) about this sort of thing, Gladio's so obviously right—and there it is. When Ignis kneels quick, Gladio’s expecting a low stab, and moves his guard accordingly—which leaves him completely unguarded when Ignis instead throws a fistful of dirt into his face. It's a square hit, too; the dust stings. When he backpedals and finally blinks the stinging dirt away, the fire-bright glint in Ignis’s eyes jolts him exactly like a shot of whiskey—water finally boiling over, fury at last allowed into the fore.

Ignis fights fast from there. When he finally overwhelms him—and Gladio knew from the start that Ignis would would, he’s no match for a pissed-off Scientia, not when he doesn’t want to actually hurt the guy at least—when Ignis overwhelms him, it’s almost too quick to follow. One second, Gladio's still matching him steel for steel; the next, he’s missed a guard and is now skipping back from Ignis’s knives with every single step, without even the fraction of a second he'd need for a proper recovery; and the next moment after that, Gladio trips backward over some stray stone, falling hard on his back and then Ignis is right there on top of him. There’s a struggle—an exquisite struggle; he grins when he manages to knock Ignis's glasses clean off his face—but it ends when Ignis knees him in the stomach, knocking all the breath out of him, then sloppily braces one arm across Gladio’s chest, and uses the other to press a dagger against his throat. That’s not the flat edge, either, Gladio notes with amused interest; he feels the teeniest little prick where the blade meets his skin. Poor Iggy must be really wrung out.

“Uncle,” Gladio says, laughing, feeling the weight of Ignis on his chest as he laughs. Ignis drops his dagger at once, like it's suddenly scalded him. He stares where it fell a moment, then back to Gladio. He doesn't move to get up.

“There,” Gladio purrs, “now didn't that feel good?”

“No,” Ignis says, with all the stiff dignity he can muster. Which isn’t much, The guy’s glasses are kicked into the dirt and the faint tan lines left behind make him look like a raccoon.

Gladio cranes his neck up and kisses Ignis, then, a blink-and-you'll-miss-it peck, quick as a pickpocket. A stolen kiss. See if Iggy can say “no” to that.

And Ignis doesn’t, of course, just works his jaw a moment, the same way he does every time they do this little dance, like he’s trying to decide something.

Gladio waits a beat—he can do that, he’s not the one who's still simmering—waits, then does his best oh-gee-I-must’ve-overstepped look. “Really? No?” and he makes a motion like a shrug, like he’s going to squirm out from under him. “Alright then, better luck next time—“

Ignis pins his wrists before Gladio can squirm so much as an inch. Pins him with all the subtlety of a damn nail gun, precise and powerful and bound to leave a bruise. “No,” Ignis says Except now no means something different, means no don’t leave, means maybe Gladio’s getting lucky after all—

When Ignis kisses Gladio back, Gladio’s stifling a laugh the whole time, with how absurdly earnest the guy is. There’s too much tongue, too much teeth, too much, in general, and with anyone else that’d be Gladio’s cue to politely peel away, get back to the bar and find a better lay, except he knows Ignis better than that. The guy’s just getting warmed up, same as the spar. What comes next is worth the wait. He feels it in a breath, a great long shuddering sigh when Ignis finally lets go, and when he kisses Gladio again it’s supple and purposeful and so so good—

—and, just as suddenly, Ignis pulls away, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, and whispers, “Not out here.”

“Oh, come on,” Gladio shouts, and now it’s his turn to be pissed. “No one else is around for miles—“

“Gladio.” He’s retrieved his glasses, he’s standing up straight, and he’s almost looking dignified again. Fucker can pull himself together so fast. “We left Insomnia,” he says. “We didn’t leave Eos.”

Iggy's got this idea that no one’s ever fucked outside. Another stupid running argument of theirs. In Insomnia, sure, get a fucking room, everyone’s living on top of each other, it’s the least you can do—but they’re in the middle of a forest, no civilization in sight, he doesn’t think the damn garulas wandering in the distance care either way, and anyway there’s trees around them, they can be quick about it—

But he’s used to losing this one. Ignis has already retreated into their tent, and if he wastes too much time bitching, then Noctis and Prompto will get back before they’ve had a chance at the real fun—

“Gladio,” Ignis calls, impatient and imperious at once. Obnoxious as hell. Good thing he's pretty enough to make up for it.

"Just a sec," he says, pushing himself upright, dusting himself off, and jogging after.

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[althea_valara]

Prompto/Ignis or Prompto & Ignis, I'll be your guide

Prompto/Ignis, Debts, G

[rionaleonhart]

Without his sight, there’s little opportunity to draw Prompto aside unnoticed for a private conversation. Ignis resigns himself to the fact that Noctis and Gladio will know a conversation took place, and they may be curious.

“Prompto,” he says. “May I speak with you alone?”

“Oh, uh,” Prompto says. “Yeah. I mean, obviously. That’s fine.” A pause. “Uh, I guess I’ll find us someplace?”

He leads Ignis a short distance from their camp. Not yet dark enough for the daemons to come out, Ignis deduces, unless Prompto is being exceptionally scatterbrained today. Of course, in that case, Gladio would have prevented them from leaving.

“So... what did you want to talk about?” Prompto asks. He’s fidgeting noisily, shifting from foot to foot; Ignis doesn’t need his eyes to tell him that.

“I feel I’ve been a burden on you,” Ignis says.

“What? No! We’re totally fine. We need you around to, like, be sensible and – and Ignis.”

“You’re saying we,” Ignis says. “I was speaking of you specifically.”

“You think you’re a burden on me?” His confusion sounds genuine, and yet it’s a struggle to believe in it. “Why?”

Ignis finds himself reluctant to speak. What if it truly hadn’t crossed Prompto’s mind; what if he only learns to resent Ignis after hearing it laid out?

But it’s a discussion they need to have.

“You’ve been at my side since...” He gestures at his useless eyes, half wondering whether, after long enough in the dark, he’ll forget how to gesture at all. “Supporting me, guiding me, explaining the situation.”

“Uh, because I care about you, dude.”

“It’s a great deal for a person to take on,” Ignis says. “You have your own life. I don’t want to impose.”

It burns in his throat, the knowledge that he’s no longer useful. On this journey, he’s dedicated himself to making the lives of his companions easier and more comfortable. He’s fought for them, he’s driven them, he’s cooked for them. All skills he’s lost. Perhaps he’ll regain some of them, with practice, but there’s no telling how long that might take.

“Wait,” Prompto says. “Holy crap. You’re being insecure.”

Ignis pauses. “I’m not sure what to make of that reaction.”

“Sorry. It’s just... you’re Ignis. You’re the most got-it-together person I know.”

“How things change,” Ignis remarks.

“You really don’t need to worry,” Prompto says. “I’m totally, totally okay with helping. I want to help. You’re my friend. I mean, if – we’re friends, right?”

“We’re friends,” Ignis allows, after a moment. He’s never really thought of them in those terms before; he’s never been a person with many friends. But, on consideration, it’s hard to deny.

It tightens his throat, a little.

“So what was your plan?” Prompto asks. “You just... stay behind somewhere?”

“I’d need to discuss it with Noct, of course, but perhaps,” Ignis says. “Or we could hire some additional help, to take some of the pressure off you.”

“I mean, if you’re just thinking of hiring someone to fight, maybe?” Prompto says. “Maybe Aranea? That’d be pretty badass. But I don’t think we need to hire a guide for you. I mean – if you’re okay with me, if I’m good enough. I want to be there, uh. B-by your side.”

There’s a brief silence.

“You don’t sound especially confident,” Ignis points out.

“Well, yeah,” Prompto mumbles. “Because the stuff I’m saying is really embarrassing.”

“I appreciate it,” Ignis says, after a moment. If Prompto is truly being sincere, he owes him some sincerity in return.

“I mean it.” Shifting, movement. Prompto’s hand on Ignis’s wrist, then on his face, and then – it takes a moment for Ignis’s confused mind to parse it; did Prompto just kiss him on the cheek? “Seriously. You’re important to me – like, to all of us, obviously, not just me, have you seen how worried Noct – uh, I mean – holy crap, did I just kiss you?”

“I wasn’t expecting it,” Ignis admits.

“Six, I’m so sorry! Oh, man, I – holy crap, I can’t believe I did that, it just – it felt like a normal thing to do! It just felt like the thing you do in this kind of conversation!” His voice is climbing shrilly towards the heavens. “It is absolutely not the thing you do in this kind of conversation!”

“To clarify,” Ignis says, mildly, “when you asked whether we were friends, what sort of answer were you hoping for?”

“Please don’t tell the others I did that,” Prompto begs. “Please, please, please, please don’t say anything.”

It’s a struggle not to smile. “I suppose I can hold my tongue.”

“Thank you,” Prompto says. “Thank you times a billion. Wow. We’re completely even for any help I’ve ever given you.”

It’s a flippant comment, but something about it helps to settle Ignis, somehow. For a moment, he lets himself believe that it’s true, that he’s paid back his debt.

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[enemytosleep]

Noctis/Any, Noctis is under the effect of Toad

Noctis/Prompto, "A Maiden's Kiss?", T

[althea_valara]

(with thanks to lassarina for giving this a read-over)

---

An awkwardness hung in the cavern air. The three stared at Noctis, who in turn was staring fixedly at a rock.

"Well," Gladio said after a moment. "That was unexpected."

"I had to do something!" Prompto said. "I mean, what was I supposed to do, carry him in my pocket?"

Noctis made a choking sound. Gladio snorted, clearly amused at the situation. Spots of color darkened Prompto's cheeks, and he said again, "I had to do something! We're out of restoratives!"

"What you did was not without a certain logic," Ignis said calmly. "Noct is a prince, after all. It stands to reason that a kiss might return him from amphibious form."

"Yeah, but Prompto's no maiden," Gladio pointed out, eyes still dancing with laughter.

The blush on Prompto's cheeks got even deeper and he opened his mouth to answer, but Noctis interrupted. "Could we not talk about it any more?" he said, eyes still fixed on the rock.

"Noct is right," Ignis said. "We should resume our search for the crypt."

Gladio nodded. "We haven't searched north yet," he said, and walked off, Ignis trailing behind him. Prompto moved to follow.

"Prompto," Noctis called. Prompto turned to Noctis, and their eyes met. "Would you do it again? I mean, if you had to," Noctis said quickly.

"Of course," Prompto answered.

Noctis nodded, and walked past Prompto, his arm brushing against Prompto's chest. Heat surged through Prompto. The cavern wasn't that narrow; it's not like Noctis had to squeeze past him. Maybe his impromptu kiss hadn't been such a silly idea after all.

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[enemytosleep]

It wouldn't be a kinkmeme if I didn't toss in something off the wall, so here's one:

Lightsaber Tonberry/Ignis, light in the dark

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[threewalls]

Cor/Gilgamesh, "Long time no see"

"Second Impressions," Cor/Gilgamesh, PG

[lassarina]

There is a strange silence in the heat of their battle; Cor recognizes it immediately. He puts it from his mind while he and Gladiolus continue their battle. It is not yet time.

When their enemies are gone and they are both breathing hard from the exertion, Cor checks his watch. "Sun'll set soon," he says. "I can take first shift."

He sees the argument form before Gladiolus swallows it back. He hasn't lost the habit of obedience to not-quite-commands, though he wants to keep going. He shouldn't even be here, should be with their uncrowned king, but he has always been stubborn and today is no different.

They find a niche, shielded well enough by a pillar that gives them excellent sight lines for anything approaching but keeps them hidden from opponents. Gladiolus tends his weapon first, as he should. They don't speak while they eat their travel rations and sip from their canteens. Cor thinks he remembers a stream in the next cave where they'll be able to refill, but he still drinks sparingly.

In a short time, Gladiolus is asleep, head pillowed on his folded jacket, and Cor silently moves beyond the pillar, to the edge of the waiting silence. "Long time no see," he says, the words barely audible to human ears.

The silence fragments into the delicate clatter of beads and the shimmer of steel. Gilgamesh is as Cor remembers him, massive and intimidating. His arm is missing. His face is unreadable behind his mask.

"You return," Gilgamesh says eventually.

"He asked for guidance."

Gilgamesh considers this. "He must face the trial alone."

"Of course."

The silence stretches and thins. Cor has relived this battle in dreams and nightmares for three decades. There is one thing he did not do then, that he has regretted ever since. He moves forward slowly. Gilgamesh watches him, eyes narrow behind the mask.

Close enough to fight, close enough to touch, and Cor grips the shoulder of Gilgamesh's remaining arm and pulls him in. His mask tastes of steel; it is as kissing armor. Cor doesn't care. He has always been drawn to strength.

Gilgamesh does not return the kiss, but neither does he push Cor away. When Cor steps back, the former Shield's stance is different. Less wary.

"You may try that again," Gilgamesh says, "after the trial."

Cor keeps the smile off his face, barely, until the former Shield disappears into the depths of the caves.

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[queenlua]

luna [&,/] any: the world god only knows

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[queenlua]

noct [&,/] any: temper

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[queenlua]

noct [&,/] gladio: go like hell

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[queenlua]

prompto [&,/] gladio: not this again

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[queenlua]

luna [&,/] aranea: pale light

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[queenlua]

prompto [&,/] any: thinking of someone else

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[queenlua]

ardyn [&,/] noctis: the day the sky turned red

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[queenlua]

ardyn [&,/] gladio: the only moment we were alone