[FINAL FANTASY XV] Oltre queste mura troverò la gioia o forse la mia fine, comunque sarà gloria
Titolo: Oltre queste mura troverò la gioia o forse la mia fine, comunque sarà gloria
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Personaggi: Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum (ma nomi più demmerda no eh Squenix)
Genere: malinconico? può andare? boh.
Avvertimenti: spoilers (se qualcuno ancora non ci ha giocato o non sa comunque come va a finire), in inglese, PINING INCESSANTE *SI SDILINQUISCE CROLLANDO PER IL DOLORE*
Parole: 766
Note: FINALMENTE HO TROVATO UNA SCUSA E UN MODO PLAUSIBILE PER SCRIVERE I GLADNOCT. È DA MESI CHE CERCO DI SCRIVERE SULLA LORO DINAMICA EPPURE NON CI RIESCO, SAI QUANTE WIP HO CESTINATO PERCHE' NON ANDAVANO BENE? TROPPE. NON LE HO CONTATE. EPPURE FINALMENTE CI SONO RIUSCITA. HO SCRITTO UNA GLADNOCT CHE SI PUO' ANCHE PENSARE NON SIA GLADNOCT MA COME ON È GLADNOCT E LA SQUENIX LO SA CHE SONO CANON, LO SA MA NON LO DICE AND THAT'S THE GOSPEL TRUTH. HO SCRITTO UNA GLADNOCT CHE PUO' ESSERE UN MINIMO PLAUSIBILE NEL CONTESTO DEL CANON, UN CANON CHE NON HA GIA' SENSO DI SUO BUT STILL.
E l'ho scritta il giorno che ho cominciato il tirocinio nuovo, con la schiena e i piedi distrutti. SONO UN'EROA (????) PURE IO. DISTRUGGIAMO I DAEMONI INTERIORI E POSTIAMOLA per l'ultima settimana del COW-T, missione 5 col prompt "ricordo".
Sentiti ringraziamenti alla chattina tutta dei Jade per lo sclero sul titolo (che poi alla fine non abbiamo usato) per sta fic. (E GRAZIE PER LE LACRIME VERSATE PER LE RISATE CRISTO SANTO)
He's been watching for a long time. Watching, and protecting. He's been watching ever since he first met the prince. A brat, he thought that was. Just more spoilt royalty to clean after. Oh, it's not like he'd actually say it. It's not like he's ever heard his father complain either, but there are things only their family can understand. They are given the historical obligation (no, the privilege, that's what his father calls it anyway) of protecting a kid that's worth more than anything Gladius holds dear. More than his father's life, more than his own life, more than Nyx Ulric's life, more, more than hundreds of thousands of good men's lives. The Lucis Caelum family is worth more than the whole of Insomnia, the whole of Insomnia and definitely more than the whole of Lucis. One of the most valuable lives of the entire Eos was under Gladius' family's protection, that was his honor to inherit.
But to be entirely honest, Gladius never really liked that obligation he was born into. He could've been a merchant, a photographer, or maybe a traveler, or a chocobo racer. Or in another circumstance, with another body and name, he could have been the prince.
Not like he'd actually want to be, though. Being born into the Lucis Caelum family sounds like a lot of bullshit he would never want to deal with, but still... as soon as he heard Iris got into trouble and that such trouble was connected to the prince, so many of his thoughts came back. Of course, he could not look like them, he could not even seriously entertain them. He was an Amicitia knight, he was sworn to protect the prince since birth. He could not give voice to a tiny thought in the back of his mind saying that the prince was trouble and that he didn't want to deal with that kid. Not particularly, anyway. He would always accept his role, his job in this world, but... that doesn't mean he had to love every tiny part of it, does it?
He's been watching with particular attention since Iris finally told him that Noctis had taken a bullet for her. Well, not an actual bullet, but responsibility he didn't have, and he took it for her. That was... unexpectedly nice. Of course, Regis Lucis Caelum had to have raised an incredibly well-behaved and honorable son, but... from what Gladius had heard, Noctis Lucis Caelum was just a kid. A kid born into royalty and lavish, to boot. With that kind of starting point, Gladius hadn't expected such a selfless behavior from him.
He's been watching Noctis grow up. Yes, Ignis was definitely always closer in some ways, and Prompto was surely closer in others. But when they brandished weapons, Gladius could always see and sense the rage. It was him knowing the movements of Noctis' body, him foreseeing his decisions in battle. It was him gaining a scar after the other while defending him. It was him growing prouder and prouder of his work while being the prince's Shield. Because even though Noctis had always acted quiet and reserved, he was definitely another thing in battle. He had enough rage to destroy armies, enough to make resisting him harder and harder. He had enough anger and was open enough when showing it that Gladius grew intimately acquainted with that rage. Intimately enough to shout at each other, to see the prince shake with it uncontrollably, to see the king inside of him struggle to shine and bring light to a world riddled with demons and shadows and fear and nightmares. Because there was a chance he could bloom into that.
He was history books' material since birth, but Gladius always hoped Noctis wouldn't just be a name in a memorial. He had the chance and potential to be something more, and that's why Gladius has been watching to protect that seed. Sometimes Noctis made him proud of being his shield, proud of having embraced the position this world had spat him into.
But he couldn't be prouder now, Gladius, as he looks on one last time as Noctis climbs the royal palace's ruins with the poise and courage of the king he took his sweet time becoming. Maybe he would be sort of unrecognizable to some people, but Gladius thinks, that kid always stayed the same. Always took a bullet for the helpless.
That's why this Shield is going to be glad when he will take a bullet for his King. Now he's sure, Noct will make it worth it.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Personaggi: Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum (ma nomi più demmerda no eh Squenix)
Genere: malinconico? può andare? boh.
Avvertimenti: spoilers (se qualcuno ancora non ci ha giocato o non sa comunque come va a finire), in inglese, PINING INCESSANTE *SI SDILINQUISCE CROLLANDO PER IL DOLORE*
Parole: 766
Note: FINALMENTE HO TROVATO UNA SCUSA E UN MODO PLAUSIBILE PER SCRIVERE I GLADNOCT. È DA MESI CHE CERCO DI SCRIVERE SULLA LORO DINAMICA EPPURE NON CI RIESCO, SAI QUANTE WIP HO CESTINATO PERCHE' NON ANDAVANO BENE? TROPPE. NON LE HO CONTATE. EPPURE FINALMENTE CI SONO RIUSCITA. HO SCRITTO UNA GLADNOCT CHE SI PUO' ANCHE PENSARE NON SIA GLADNOCT MA COME ON È GLADNOCT E LA SQUENIX LO SA CHE SONO CANON, LO SA MA NON LO DICE AND THAT'S THE GOSPEL TRUTH. HO SCRITTO UNA GLADNOCT CHE PUO' ESSERE UN MINIMO PLAUSIBILE NEL CONTESTO DEL CANON, UN CANON CHE NON HA GIA' SENSO DI SUO BUT STILL.
E l'ho scritta il giorno che ho cominciato il tirocinio nuovo, con la schiena e i piedi distrutti. SONO UN'EROA (????) PURE IO. DISTRUGGIAMO I DAEMONI INTERIORI E POSTIAMOLA per l'ultima settimana del COW-T, missione 5 col prompt "ricordo".
Sentiti ringraziamenti alla chattina tutta dei Jade per lo sclero sul titolo (che poi alla fine non abbiamo usato) per sta fic. (E GRAZIE PER LE LACRIME VERSATE PER LE RISATE CRISTO SANTO)
He's been watching for a long time. Watching, and protecting. He's been watching ever since he first met the prince. A brat, he thought that was. Just more spoilt royalty to clean after. Oh, it's not like he'd actually say it. It's not like he's ever heard his father complain either, but there are things only their family can understand. They are given the historical obligation (no, the privilege, that's what his father calls it anyway) of protecting a kid that's worth more than anything Gladius holds dear. More than his father's life, more than his own life, more than Nyx Ulric's life, more, more than hundreds of thousands of good men's lives. The Lucis Caelum family is worth more than the whole of Insomnia, the whole of Insomnia and definitely more than the whole of Lucis. One of the most valuable lives of the entire Eos was under Gladius' family's protection, that was his honor to inherit.
But to be entirely honest, Gladius never really liked that obligation he was born into. He could've been a merchant, a photographer, or maybe a traveler, or a chocobo racer. Or in another circumstance, with another body and name, he could have been the prince.
Not like he'd actually want to be, though. Being born into the Lucis Caelum family sounds like a lot of bullshit he would never want to deal with, but still... as soon as he heard Iris got into trouble and that such trouble was connected to the prince, so many of his thoughts came back. Of course, he could not look like them, he could not even seriously entertain them. He was an Amicitia knight, he was sworn to protect the prince since birth. He could not give voice to a tiny thought in the back of his mind saying that the prince was trouble and that he didn't want to deal with that kid. Not particularly, anyway. He would always accept his role, his job in this world, but... that doesn't mean he had to love every tiny part of it, does it?
He's been watching with particular attention since Iris finally told him that Noctis had taken a bullet for her. Well, not an actual bullet, but responsibility he didn't have, and he took it for her. That was... unexpectedly nice. Of course, Regis Lucis Caelum had to have raised an incredibly well-behaved and honorable son, but... from what Gladius had heard, Noctis Lucis Caelum was just a kid. A kid born into royalty and lavish, to boot. With that kind of starting point, Gladius hadn't expected such a selfless behavior from him.
He's been watching Noctis grow up. Yes, Ignis was definitely always closer in some ways, and Prompto was surely closer in others. But when they brandished weapons, Gladius could always see and sense the rage. It was him knowing the movements of Noctis' body, him foreseeing his decisions in battle. It was him gaining a scar after the other while defending him. It was him growing prouder and prouder of his work while being the prince's Shield. Because even though Noctis had always acted quiet and reserved, he was definitely another thing in battle. He had enough rage to destroy armies, enough to make resisting him harder and harder. He had enough anger and was open enough when showing it that Gladius grew intimately acquainted with that rage. Intimately enough to shout at each other, to see the prince shake with it uncontrollably, to see the king inside of him struggle to shine and bring light to a world riddled with demons and shadows and fear and nightmares. Because there was a chance he could bloom into that.
He was history books' material since birth, but Gladius always hoped Noctis wouldn't just be a name in a memorial. He had the chance and potential to be something more, and that's why Gladius has been watching to protect that seed. Sometimes Noctis made him proud of being his shield, proud of having embraced the position this world had spat him into.
But he couldn't be prouder now, Gladius, as he looks on one last time as Noctis climbs the royal palace's ruins with the poise and courage of the king he took his sweet time becoming. Maybe he would be sort of unrecognizable to some people, but Gladius thinks, that kid always stayed the same. Always took a bullet for the helpless.
That's why this Shield is going to be glad when he will take a bullet for his King. Now he's sure, Noct will make it worth it.