Okay so yeah, Loqi X Iris! What a rare pair!

I haven't really seen anyone ship these two since they're both so heavily shipped with Cor. So what the heck.

I figured they'd be cute together!

And before you go haywire about age difference (which I really don't see why you should since Cors like 40 or something)

I'm upping Iris's age to 19 because that's the power of fanfiction.

Forgive any grammar mistakes I usually write these at 12am

also, the prologue is rushed

also not accurate.

I do not own the FFXV Charcter but I wish I diiiid

Prologue

"See, Gladiolus? Wasn't it fun meeting Cid and Cindy, hm?" A light and playful voice chimed, the beautiful dark brown haired woman's right hand holding her husbands, a five-year-old girl in her arms and her nine year old son walking next to his Father. "Come now, just admit it. Pretending you didn't enjoy it won't do you any good." The tall man chuckled. "Well… I guess I did." Gladio admitted reluctantly since he had been so adamant on going there.

"Clarus, are you sure Regis is fine with you taking a break?"

"Relax Wysteria, we barely ever spend time together. It's a shame Regis couldn't come, with him being busy and all… but also because he still isn't particularly on speaking terms with Cid I suppose."

Loud engine noises could be heard descending from above, Clarus looked up, his eyes widening in a panic. "The Empire." He began hurrying his wife and children towards their car, the airship opened as he turned and conjured his sword, looking into the airship and freezing in shock.

Wysteria had picked up Gladiolus, holding both of her children and was nearly towards their transportation and turned to see her husband, frozen. "Clarus!" She called, yet he wouldn't turn around, if one were to look at him you'd think he were merely a figure, a statue. She set them both down and turned to Gladiolus, "take your little sister to the car and don't look back. Just run. Take care of her." She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek and Iris a kiss on her forehead. "Mommy?" The small girl questioned, as her older brother grabbed her hand. "I'll be right back, sweetie, I promise." She assured and ran towards Clarus, conjuring her bow.

After blinking numerous times he was sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. Next to the tall Imperial men, there stood a child. The young boy was wearing an overly large, white, button up shirt making it almost look like a dress although the black pants he has on were visible. Clarus made eye contact with the child who looked to about seven or eight years old, and he felt his heart stop. He had ice blue eyes, and they were lifeless. He held a large sniper rifle and one of the Imperial men knelt next to him and pointed, the child nodding.

Turning, he saw Wysteria running towards him. His heartbeat picked up, "Wysteria! I can handle this!" He shouted, his confidence and grip returning to his sword.

Don't hesitate.

Before he even had time to react, a gunshot rang through the air and it hit Wysteria right in the heart. Blood stained the grass. He dropped his weapon and ran to her, picking her up and frantically trying to revive her. "Wysteria—!" He cried, feeling her pulse and immediately knowing, she was gone. It happened so fast.

He hadn't acted fast enough.

"Good job, first kill, no hesitation. It would seem the madman's idea is working better than expected."

The tall man placed one of his metal covered hands on my shoulder and gave me a small shake. I blinked, staring down at the scene I had just created.

"It really is a shame, they seemed like a nice family."

"She's the King's Shields Wife idiot. We can't just let them keep making more shields, can we?"

"I mean wasn't the idea to get the Shield himself? He had a clear shot…"

Honestly, adults are so confusing. I hope I'm never one. But what does it matter..? I continued looking down on the scene the man was letting out cries, mourning what he had lost. I guess this just teaches people not to take having such a wonderful family for granted, or whatever that phrase is. Looking up again I made eye contact with their children, the boy had noticed me, his eyes spilling with tears as he kept a tough expression and glared at me with all his might, while holding tightly to his little sisters hand whose eyes were also bubbling over with tears.

Why should I care?

So you lost your Mom, tough luck.

Than again I don't know what a Mother is like, maybe that's why I aimed for her instead of my original intended target. Oh well, guess I should get him too.

I raised my gun once more and aimed his head, cocking it and preparing to pull the trigger. 'No hesitation'

Before I even had a chance to shoot, I felt a sudden searing pain in my chest and everything went blank.

'That boy… why… someone the same age as Gladiolus or Iris… holding a gun? This isn't right. His eyes…. there's nothing in them. Just searing ice blue. Lifeless. I had to shoot, there's something wrong.'

Clarus looked at Cid shakily, "C-Cid.."

Cindy ran over, "PawPaw! Why'd ya pull yer gun? You never pull it!" She cried. "It had to be done sweetheart." He muttered, turning her away from Clarus and Wysteria. But she'd already seen it all, her eyes widened as she cover her mouth with shock. "Oh, PawPaw…"

"I wasn't quick enough…"

"I could've helped my Mom if only I had volunteered…"

"Is Mama ever gonna come back?

W-where's she going?"

"What does the Empire think their doin?"

"I'm scared, PawPaw.."

"Don't hesitate."