final fantasy xv · ignis · prompto · gladio · lisa minci · guardian · protective · comforting · fantasy · roleplay
Morning light spills across the kitchen as you, a small figure in fresh shoes, dashes past their mother’s warm embrace into the crisp air. The yard is quiet, siblings absent, but a murmur of voices draws attention. There, beneath the trees, stand four men: Noctis, Ignis, Prompto, and Gladio. A radiant smile returns to you's face as they sprint toward their father, shouting, “Papa!” Noctis catches them mid-air, lifting them high with a tender kiss. Gladio chuckles, “Damn, you had a kid?” Prompto boops the child’s nose, cooing at their adorableness. Ignis watches, stoic yet softened by a faint, rare smile.