Three-Sentence Ficathon 2026 Fills (2/8)
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There's a dream Iroh keeps having over and over, every night in the Capital City prison between torn brick and cold metal. It's a dream of fire, of war, of conquest; a dream where his son is kneeling in front of him, asking for his blessing to go slaughter innocents, a dream where he grants it. It's a dream where his nephew screams under a burning palm and whimpers under his gentle touch, aching for relief and begging for forgiveness.
It's a nightmare, an ouroboros of hurt and regret and anger, and Iroh has no one to blame accept himself.
It's a nightmare, an ouroboros of hurt and regret and anger, and Iroh has no one to blame accept himself.
Some days are harder than others, Tiana thinks to herself with a sigh, dropping a few coins in her little 'bank' and mentally counting how many more hours she's going to need to work this week to meet her goal. Exhaustion makes each and every step heavier as she pads to her small kitchenette to go searching for her mother's cinnamon spice cookies, a gift from the last time she'd visited.
She bites into one and sighs, the tension seeping from her shoulders at the taste of home; one day, she hopes her own food will make someone else feel just as loved.
She bites into one and sighs, the tension seeping from her shoulders at the taste of home; one day, she hopes her own food will make someone else feel just as loved.
"I love you."
The words are soft-spoken in the faint wind of the Eternal Night, and Prompto exhales shakily, feeling like someone punched him in the gut. Distantly, he wonders what his fifteen-year-old self would say at this moment, how happy he would be at the confession. That Noctis, his Noctis, the stupid dorky fisherman who was just too good at King's Knight and had an adorable snort for a laugh that only he could bring out, loved him.
"I love you too." Prompto whispers, hands trembling; and then, because he always ruins everything, "but so what?"
Noctis flinches.
"If love was enough, Noct, you wouldn't have left." His lips pull up in a wry smile. "You wouldn't have spent ten years alone in a goddamn crystal, you wouldn't have lost the people you care about. You wouldn't have had to sacrifice yourself for our sake."
If only our love was enough.
"Yeah." Noctis chokes out after a moment, and he looks every inch of the regal king he was supposed to be, the stoic lamb to the slaughter he's going to be, and Prompto loves him in spite it all. "Yeah, you're right."
The words are soft-spoken in the faint wind of the Eternal Night, and Prompto exhales shakily, feeling like someone punched him in the gut. Distantly, he wonders what his fifteen-year-old self would say at this moment, how happy he would be at the confession. That Noctis, his Noctis, the stupid dorky fisherman who was just too good at King's Knight and had an adorable snort for a laugh that only he could bring out, loved him.
"I love you too." Prompto whispers, hands trembling; and then, because he always ruins everything, "but so what?"
Noctis flinches.
"If love was enough, Noct, you wouldn't have left." His lips pull up in a wry smile. "You wouldn't have spent ten years alone in a goddamn crystal, you wouldn't have lost the people you care about. You wouldn't have had to sacrifice yourself for our sake."
If only our love was enough.
"Yeah." Noctis chokes out after a moment, and he looks every inch of the regal king he was supposed to be, the stoic lamb to the slaughter he's going to be, and Prompto loves him in spite it all. "Yeah, you're right."
"Seriously," Ukai complains on the phone to Naoi, watching with vague amounts of horror as Nekoma's #4 climbs on Tanaka's back like a monkey, then #7 climbs on his back, and Hinata climbs on his, all four of them creating some sort of a human ladder until Tanaka's knees shake too hard and they all collapse on the floor, laughing their pants off, "this is my circus! Why are your monkeys here? Get them out!"
"Nah." Naoi responds, sounding way too relaxed and honestly a little smug, "your sensei lost a bet with me and Nekomata-san. These two are your problem for the day."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Oh, make sure Yamamoto doesn't have too much sugar past four PM. He gets really hyperactive."
Ukai checks his watch. It's 3:59, and Yamamoto is only halfway through his third juice box of the day.
Great. Just great.
"Nah." Naoi responds, sounding way too relaxed and honestly a little smug, "your sensei lost a bet with me and Nekomata-san. These two are your problem for the day."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Oh, make sure Yamamoto doesn't have too much sugar past four PM. He gets really hyperactive."
Ukai checks his watch. It's 3:59, and Yamamoto is only halfway through his third juice box of the day.
Great. Just great.
