Noctis is stuck in a time loop, doomed to repeat his journey over and over until he gets it right. This is the worst attempt yet.

Noctis has never been one to ask for directions and Prompto has never been one to take the lead. So what do you do when that winds up getting you lost? You make a sorry excuse for a camp and cuddle up to your best bud—and that's what Prompto will do, once he deals with one other problem.

Prophecies say that when the first thirteen dragons die, the fourteenth terrorizes the countryside, seeking to revive its dead brethren. It creates disciples, goads them into hunting it with the promise that what was stolen from them will be returned. "You lost your heart to me last time, what did you plan on losing this time?"

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Allen Walker isn't an Exorcist. No, he's a musician working in a bar, unappreciated by the owner but popular among the people. It's pure coincidence that Lenalee and Lavi were called to the same town to investigate the disappearances of multiple individuals who were all forgotten by anyone who knew them. "He's not an Akuma, Lavi. He's just wrong."

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Allen Walker never joined the Black Order. Instead, he awakened as the Fourteenth and was brought to Headquarters as a prisoner. Lavi was only supposed to observe and record, but he got involved. He got attached. "I have no home and no heart," Allen said with a smile, knuckle caressing the redhead's cheek. "But neither do you."

Lou Fa might never fully conquer her anxiety, but there's one person that can at least quiet it.

"I just wanted to say goodbye."

The Black Order saw him executed; his friends supported the decision. They supported the death of the Noah that had made Allen Walker disappear. But he wasn't Neah. He was Allen and it couldn't just end for him there. No, for being a Noah, this was his punishment. Reliving it all. Waking up in the Asian Branch after his Innocence was destroyed. "God hates me." His voice cracked.

He wasn't born; he was made. He wasn't trained; he evolved. He reached the maximum level that an Akuma could achieve. Nearly human already, his "father" helped him bridge the gap. He helped him hide his true nature behind a scar and taught him how to truly be "human", even if that had never really been his intention.

He'd made friends. He'd found a family. He'd fallen in love. "I'm not going back." He said it was impractical, but that was all an excuse to go back to Joyd. Allen Walker had been alive thirty-five years ago and he remembered that now.

He died and she just didn't care about anything anymore.

There was one specific thing Colette missed doing when she lost her voice.

Van had never told Sync outright to lie to Arietta. They had always hidden who he was, but what Van was proposing... "Tell her that you are the real Ion."

Those elves you're friends with... They're... rather strange, aren't they? Hawke/Fenris.

Sync just doesn't feel right without his mask on.

That had to be the funniest thing Emil had ever said.

Sync wasn't used to getting caught, nor was he used to making so many mistakes in one day. He especially wasn't used to enjoying them. Luke/Sync.

Shizuo was the most unpredictable and aggressive human he'd ever met. He was stupid, his strength was maddening and without him, Izaya surely would never have any fun. Shizuo/Izaya.

Expectations had ruined Ratatosk, just like they were ruining Emil.

He hated yellow in all of its forms. How on earth had he been cursed with a host whose hair was the epitome of the color?

Izaya steals Shizuo's sunglasses. Shizuo steals them back. Shizuo/Izaya.