RATING: General | GENRE: Hurt/Comfort | WORD COUNT: 1,092 SUMMARY: You slowly find yourself accepting Gladio’s company.
“I’m fine,” you insist, but the way your voice cracks at the end suggests that you’re not. Afraid of breaking down in front of the tall and mighty Shield before you, you take a sharp turn on your heel to leave with a huff; however, you don’t get far. You’ve barely taken a step away when Gladio grasps your wrist with his firm hands, his grip unrelenting yet not exactly forceful either as he keeps you in place.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not,” you bark in return while keeping your back turned to him, struggling to get your wrist free. But Gladio is much more powerful than you, and you know there’s no way you’re going to be able to free yourself unless the man allows it.
“You are,” he states, as though it wasn’t obvious enough already. His voice is even and determined, but his heart aches to see you refusing his help when it was something you needed, even if you didn’t admit it yourself. Gladio allows his hand to slide down from your wrist, and he spreads your fingers apart with his own so that he can interlock them together. His hand is warm, and it causes your resolve to crumble even more.
RATING: Teen | GENRE: Fluff/Slice of Life | WORD COUNT: 660 SUMMARY: You and Gladio share a sweet moment together in bed.
Humming softly to yourself, your eyes follow the trails your fingers make on the skin of the man you comfortably settled yourself atop. Both of your bodies are bare and flush against one another’s with clothes strewn all around the dimly lit bedroom. Gladio breathes out a satisfied sigh with one of his arms lazily draped over your waist while his other hand runs along the length of your arm in a slow and rhythmic pattern.
The sheets are a complete mess, and the blanket was haphazardly thrown over both of your figures after a heated session. You continue to hum as your fingers find their way to Gladio’s messy hair, and you absentmindedly comb through the locks to smoothen them out. As you do, you end up locking gazes with the man beneath you, and a smile crosses its way to your lips.
“What is it?” Gladio asks while attaching a chuckle at the end of his question when you stare at his eyes for too long, his deep voice breaking you out of your reverie.
“Hm…? Oh,” you breathe out when you finally register the question into your mind. Your smile widens by a bit more, and you tilt your head to the side, your hair falling over your shoulders with the action. “I was just thinking about how gorgeous your eyes are.”
The Shield pauses with his actions for a moment, and his eyes slowly widen. A few seconds later, he’s donning a wide and cheeky grin on his features. “Yeah?” He asks to confirm.
His reaction pulls a short giggle out of you before you respond, “Yeah.”
Gladio’s grin starts to melt into a smirk, and you suddenly find the room spinning around you as the man flips the both of you around without warning to switch positions. The abrupt motion elicits a shriek which becomes bubbling laughter as Gladio peppers your face with kisses, purposefully tickling you with his stubble.
You attempt to stop the man by pushing against him, but Gladio easily captures your wrists and pins them down to the bed as he continues to shower you with his kisses, smiling against your skin while he listens to your laughter he loves so much. You turn your head to try to escape, but all that does is give the Shield access to more areas for him to show his affection.
“Gladio—!” Your protest is cut off short when the man crashes his lips onto yours into a deep kiss. All of your breath leaves you, and your eyes flutter close as you melt into the Shield’s warmth.
Gladio eventually lets go of your wrists, and while his hands go to hold you by your hips, your arms wind around his neck to pull him closer against you. Pulling away with a sigh of admiration, the man gazes down at you with lidded eyes, his expression both soft yet full of fire at the same time. That look he gives you sends your heart racing each and every time, and your fingertips trace the shape of his jaw as the pair of you continue to stare at the other in silence.
“You’re beautiful,” Gladio whispers, and there are so many other things he’s said with those two simple words. Those words seem so heavy with the weight of his feelings for you, but you graciously accept them.
The Shield lies back down on the bed, claiming his spot beside you and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. You bury yourself into his chest and breathe in his scent, smiling to yourself. Gladio draws lazy circles on your lower back, and the sensation makes you sleepy in addition to the sound of his heartbeat and deep breaths.
Your eyelids start to feel heavy, and you find yourself drifting further and further away from consciousness. “Sweet dreams,” Gladio murmurs, and you know that there exists no sweeter dream than being in Gladio’s arms like this.
I’ve had you here for months, anon. You deserve something for your troubles; I’m super sorry this took so long, I am just really trying to work on my own projects.
His ideal lover is someone gentle and intelligent, headstrong without being outspoken, and sympathetic.
Nyx likes them tall; man or woman, he likes a dominating frame to counter a demure temperament.
He’s not one to say any one person is finer or less than another when it comes to looks, but he does prefer blonds and he loves freckles.
He doesn’t often fret over personality because he never thinks he’ll ever have the time for something real and true, but if he had to put words to it, he’d want someone who doesn’t know war like he does – an escape from the bloodshed and the hurt, who can talk about silly, frivolous things like bad weather or ‘that jerk at the supermarket.’
More importantly, he values his freedom as much as he values a homestead; if he’s forced to stay, he will flee – if he has the option to remain or leave, he will stay.
Pre-Relationship
He pines, but he’s no schoolgirl, he’s always been very upfront and flirtatious – and very forward with what he wants. However, he’s really interested in opinion, and will spend a lot of time thinking about conversations he’s had with a possible love interest before taking the plunge. He likes to be sure.
He’ll talk about them all the time to Crowe, only because she knows all
the details and in town gossip, and isn’t afraid to judge on the spot.
He values her opinion.
Nyx openly stares, too; he kind of knows he’s a looker and that others won’t really mind if they have a number like him staring them up and down.
He’s very ‘look, don’t touch,’ though, and he doesn’t waste anyone’s time, especially his own, when it comes to relationships. He enjoys playing the field, too, even if he happens to have his eye on someone.
Post-Relationship
Nyx dwells a lot, let’s face it, but the reality is – he puts on a brave face and just moves on. The fact of the matter is that no pain will ever be as agonizing as what he felt losing his mother and Selena; it would just be another bump in the road.
This is not saying that he’s heartless. He goes through the consequences of love and loss just like everyone else, but the heart hardens over time, and he’s got a job to do. Priorities are a bit different for men like him.
He doesn’t try to keep friendly, either, because that’s igniting a light of hope that neither party really needs; he’d rather just live and keep the happy memory with him.
Unrequited Love
Nyx cannot stand never knowing. He needs a yes or no answer, which is why there are a lot of times in which his confessions end in a little bit of heartbreak, but this trait of his also saves him a lot of sadness, too. It’s important to have clarity, and the moment he gets the inkling, he needs the answer – cuts away a lot of that ‘should I say anything?’ feeling.
However, there are times when he doesn’t get to speak up – people move away, they move on, or they become a casualty of war; he hates the feeling of being completely cut off before he says anything, but it’s better for him, all the same. There are no second chances.
He doesn’t hurt over unrequited love. This seems cold, but in actually, it is refreshing to Nyx when a ‘could of been’ doesn’t exactly work out. Not everybody he falls for will love him back and it’s a dose of reality he needs to keep sane.
That isn’t to say he won’t complain about it to Libertus for a day or two; he can be reminded that he’s human, and that bad things happen and only better is to come, maybe.
Dance to the music under the twilight sky hgnhng with sharing ipods +W+ , they practicing some dance stuffs on some rooftop (its so cheesy yet good shit in my head)
Mayerine 