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For You (Gladio Amicitia/Reader) Final Fantasy XV

You were mad—no, that's an understatement—you were pissed. Your tightly balled fists pounded on the door that belonged to the room the boys were staying at in the Leville. You tried your best to control yourself, just long enough until you got in the room, but you were struggling. You heard lots of shuffling coming from the other side of the door, some of the noise was hushed voices and some were things being moved around.

After a few minutes of shuffling, the noises stopped and footsteps approached the door and in one swift moment, the door opened to reveal Prompto. He had a large smile on his face, but it disappeared at the sight of your angry expression.

"(Y/N), hey. What's—"

"Move."

You shoved passed Prompto, brushing against his shoulder as you entered the room. You didn't mean to sound angry with Prompto—he wasn't the one you were mad with—but he was in the way of entering the room, so you had to get to show him that you weren't in the mood to play around.

You entered the room to see Gladio and Noctis, sitting on the beds, their wide eyes glued to the screens of their phones, ignoring your presence. You let out a large cough and both of them looked at you with surprise.

"Hey (Y/N), was that you pounding on the door?" Noctis asked curiously as you ignored his question and stared directly at Gladio. Noctis could feel the tension in the room building, so he carefully rose from the bed and looked over towards Prompto then back at you, waiting for you to say something.

"Noctis, can you and Prompto leave the room? Me and Gladio need to have a talk." You tone was stern and your stare was enough to kill someone.

"Uh... yeah, that's fine, we'll uh, we'll just go find Ignis and see if he needs any help... Uh Bye Gladio!"

Prompto and Noctis caught on fast and hauled ass out of the room. They knew what you were like when you were angry; they've seen you like this many times, but never this type of angry. Once they exited the room and closed the door, you let it rip into Gladio.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

Gladio just stared at you with a blank expression on his face. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed; he placed his hands on his lap and kept his feet planted firmly on the carpet floor. He didn't look to be bothered by your anger towards him—it was like he was expecting this to happen.

"What are you talking about, exactly?"

"What am I talking about? I'm talking about your little "trip" to Taeplar Crag with Cor to fight Gilgamesh." You stared him down while he chose to avert his gaze to his scuffed black boots. The tension in the room was at an all time high and it was killing you; you just wanted Gladio to come clean about his little disappearance a couple weeks ago. You wanted to know why we didn't just tell you where he was going and why he would ever think of doing such a thing.

"I knew you would find out sooner or later..." Gladio let out a defeated sigh and chose to bring his amber gaze back to your fiery (E/C) irises. "Look, I know I have a lot to explain—"

"Damn right you do." You blurted out before silencing yourself. You knew that you had to give him a chance to explain himself, no matter how bad you just wanted to attack him.

"Well can I do that then without you blowing up on me?" Gladio's voice came out strong and stern just like yours; he didn't want to match your level of anger, but you weren't making it any easier on him in the moment.

You just let out a soft sigh and rolled your eyes. You walked over to the dresser and leaned up against it, crossing your arms and and feet. You were getting comfortable; you wanted to hear his explanation for ditching you when you needed him most.