Radiklement: As always thank you m'dear! I'm glad you enjoy the chocobros. I always picture Gladio as extremely impertinent. I always felt Noct's immunity when collecting magic was more from practice than a latent "it doesn't bother him" trait. Enjoy this conclusion to this little story :)

AyaKagami: After how much I loved your story I was quite excited when I saw you come visit my little piece! Thank you for reading it from start to finish, really made my day! My little family is quite well, and most of this chapter was written with a baby in my lap :)

Guest: Unless I've had scattered "guest" I assume you are the same one following this story from the beginning, I hope you enjoy this conclusion!

C. Rinkuki Takato: thank you! The mister and I were so excited to start our little family :)

It had been an agonizingly long six weeks, but the garden was finally ready. Noctis had partitioned off a section to convert it to the special climate-controlled room the sylleblossums needed. A happenstance hailstorm had passed through the region, and the excuse of broken glass was the perfect explanation for blocking the area off without risking a curious Lunafreya going to investigate. He had read the book Ignis purchased for him, so he knew how deep to plant the seeds, how far apart, and other technical information. He had feared at first keeping the cold generator restocked with ice magic would be a burden, but he found it was quite nice to take outings with his friends to fill flasks.

The day he was ready to reveal it to her felt like it was crawling by. There were many tasks to attend to, but he was finding it difficult to focus. Ignis spent half the day trying to snap him to attention. Even a break for a sparring match with Gladiolus, which usually helped his attention span, did nothing to help. Eventually, Ignis called it quits but told the King he would be pulling double-duty the next day to compensate for the missed work. He promised he would stay up all night the next night to play catch-up if it meant giving up for the day. Ignis chuckled to himself as he heard Noctis eagerly running out of the room, and wished to himself he could see Noctis this happy more often.

Noctis head toward Lunafreya's usually spot in her garden, where he had seen her following her usual routine of reading a book when he checked out the window prior to leaving his study. He waved politely to the staff who bowed as he ran past them, stopping at the glass door so he wouldn't appear as pathetically out of breath, gasping like a fish out of water, from running through the Citadel. Man. I need to make it a point to train with Gladiolus more often. He thought while panting for breath. Once convinced he wasn't about to make a fool of himself he walked up behind her chair, placing both hands on her shoulders,

"Hey Luna," she responded with a high-pitched yelp, jerking away from him, nearly spilling herself from her chair.

"Noct! I swear by the Six if you don't stop scaring me I will glue that bell to your neck we always joke about!" she balked, a hand over her chest as she tried to soothe her breathing and get her heart to slow down it's panicked rhythm. Noctis chuckled, having been unable to control himself from startling her.

"Sorry honey," he offered as a half-hearted apology. He supposed her startled heart now at least raced to match his own excited rate. "I want to show you the repairs I did after that storm," he explained, trying to keep his smile innocent. He was awful at hiding things from her, but for once seemed successful. He blamed it on her focus being on calming herself.

"Scare me half to death for that?" she asked, brows furrowed.

"Just come on," he teased back. She gave him an exaggerated skeptical glance, as if she was contemplating refusing his request for several seconds before folding her book and standing with a sigh. "Lead the way," she gestured with an open palm. He smirked and grabbed her open palm, pulling her towards him, and began walking towards the partitioned section of the garden.

"Close your eyes." he directed, getting a skeptical look. "Hey, I worked hard to fix it. Humor me."

"Okay, I give, my handiman would like me to close my eyes, I shall." she closed them, shrugging in another open-palm gesture. Noctis smiled at her, feeling his heart throbbing in his throat. He peeled back the tarp that was covering the dividing wall, carefully opening the newly installed door and guiling her inside. "It's cold," she commented almost immediately, and Noctis as well noticed the shift in temperature. It had taken him a week of adjustments to get the generator working correctly, but the thermometer for the room read that the perfect temperature for the flowers to thrive had been reached and maintained.

"Open them," Noctis instructed. Lunafreya relaxed her eyes, and they flickered around for the barest moment before she gasped, breath hitching. She felt a lump in her throat, her fingers going numb.

"Noct…" she managed to whisper, what little of her voice she managed to summon quivered. She brought a hand over her mouth, tears stinging her eyes. She took in the sight of the sea of blue surrounding her, her beloved sylleblossums. A whole garden of them. Here. She hesitated to trust her eyes. No one had ever done something like this for her. The number of flowers, the chilled air, even the walls had been painted white in contrast to the Citadel's theme of noir. She tried to find her voice, find words, but instead she let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. She grasped at the air beside her until she found Noctis's arm, gripping it tightly.

"I take it you like it?" he probed, unable to suppress his widening grin. She nodded vehemently, her fingertips digging even deeper into his arms.

"So…" she paused to make another attempt at finding her voice. "So… the last several weeks you've been repairing from a hailstorm…" She prodded, surprised she kept her voice steady.

"I wanted to give you a piece of home… of the flowers that always made you so happy." he answered her, moving behind her so he could wrap his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Why…? This… this took you weeks. No one has ever…" her voice trailed off. No one had ever done something this grand. Put so much effort into something for her To work so hard for her. All those days he had spent repairing the damage the hailstorm did this is what he was doing? Lucis was far too warm for these flowers to thrive. It was why she had never asked him for them whenever he asked her what plants she'd like him to have planted in the garden. Which reminded her of the chilled air. "How did you make the room cold enough?" she inquired, finding the thousand words she'd rather say fighting for dominance in her heart. None seemed worthy of speech to convey her gratitude.

"A cold generator," he answered, feeling tears form in his own eyes, smiling at her reaction. She looked around, and saw a small generator in the center of the glass room, a fine mist leaking from it in a silent hiss. She looked for the wires providing power to it, the word alone sending a chill down her spine, but saw none. Her hands had found their way over the pair wrapped around her waist. "How?"

"Flasks," he answered her unfinished question. "I go out with the guys every two weeks to gather some."

"You've been going out collecting magic flasks just to make this work for me?" she asked, craning her neck back to look at him. So much effort. For me? She couldn't seem to wrap herself around the thought. "This… this is… for me?" she managed to say, surprising herself that she managed not to trip over her words even more. The sudden tension in his embrace betrayed how her words had startled him.

"Anything for you… to see you happy." he offered, resting his chin on her shoulder. "These flowers meant the world to you… you should get to see them more than the spotty occasion we can manage a trip across the sea." he added, drawing her closer to him so her back was flush to his chest. She felt herself begin to relax as blush as he tightened his embrace, but as she realized the absolute magnitude of this gesture her hands squeezed those that were holding onto her,

"Weeks of effort… and they'll always take effort…"

"Worth it," he cut her off, kissing her cheek. "I love you…" he kissed her again, the corner of her mouth, and felt her shift in his arms, turning and slinking her arms round his chest, accepting a third kiss, sighing against his mouth.

"Enough to do all this?" she couldn't help but question. Doubting not his devotion. She felt those doubts begin to fade when he kissed her again, on hand on her lower back to pull her ever closer, the other brushing against her cheek. His thumb played with her earlobe, eliciting a delighted giggle that made him smile against her lips. Her giggle faded into a sigh, tightening her grip when he pulled her even closer.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his tone light. He paused for a moment to lean forward to steal another kiss from her, feeling her frame begin to relax in his embrace. "I mean, I like those flowers a lot too, maybe I'm just selfish." he responded, and she laughed.

"Hmm… that would make more sense," she teased back. She rested her head on his chest, nuzzling him for a moment before a small humm vibrated in her throat.

"This room is only for you." he finally broke the silence, a hand playing with her hair. "This is your little sanctuary… no taking in citizens who need your light, no meetings with Ignis… this is yours." He stressed.

"You're really willing to go harvest magic every other week just so I can have my sylleblossums?" she asked, still finding it hard to grasp at this gesture. "With everything you already do…"

"Lucis isn't the only one who deserves my time…" he answered her, wanting to erase her doubts that hid behind her normally confident exterior. "If I was willing to trek all across Eos, fight Gods, get stabbed routinely by my ancestor's weapons… why wouldn't I be willing to do this for you?" He asked her, her reply was another cross between a sob and a laugh, her fingers gripping the back of his shirt.

"Thank you Noctis… I can't tell you what this means to me." she whispered after a long silence. "I've always wanted these flowers here in our garden… I just never thought it possible because of the climate. Never could I have dreamed you would…" she paused to swallow back another strangled sound, "go this far just so I have them again."

"Of course I would… I love you." She pulled back, looking up at him with a smile,

"I love you too."

"And this won't only be mine. One day… our kids can enjoy it too…" she whispered, for once despair and hopelessness failing to take over thier dreams of a family.

"Hmm… one day."

I hope you all enjoyed this story, and thank you everyone who followed from start to finish, especially my friend Radiklement for beta-reading and supporting me all the way :) I hope you found this short chapter was an enjoyable conclusion to this little piece!