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Twenty-Four Touches :: Hug

Thanks to King Regis, Noctis and his trusty future Arms of the King were granted their apartments while they are expected to tackle the rest of their high school years. Fortunately for the twins, their mother's protests were overruled by Regis who was happy to remind them that if they are to take their roles seriously as Arms of the King, that they still needed to be 'ever in arm's length' of the prince. So now, Primam stands in the new apartment she is meant to share with her brother, Tandem. Alone. At least for a little while.

Notes: Pre-Canon. Pre-Relationship. Their platonic bond continues to be so very important to me. More allusions to abuse.

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Having an apartment all to herself was…new.

Okay, it… That was not necessarily true. Primam shared the apartment with Tandem. Who was out. Which left the apartment to her for the time being.

But the fact was that this was not a cage. The fact that Primam did not feel tethered to this space she stood in. Nor did she feel the need to return to the Chorus estate in the noble district…

It was all so…overwhelming in a way.

Bzzrt!

Primam jumped slightly. That was also something she was going to have to get used to… Maybe.

Walking toward the intercom at the door, Primam lifted a finger to the speaker button and pressed it after clearing her throat. "Yes? Hello?"

"Prim!" Prompto's voice made a wave of relief wash over Primam suddenly. "House warming—err—apartment warming party! Open up!"

"You realize Tandem’s not here to celebrate with us, don't you?" Primam laughed into the receiver, an amused smile on her lips. Her royal accent had gotten more subdued over the years — not fully there, but not quite gone. Not like how Noctis' had completely disappeared.

Keeping her attention on the apartment intercom, Primam was, of course, going to let Prompto in. It was just amusing to think he was taking the time to actually come out and make her feel welcome in her new home away from prison. It was touching how much he cared. How often he made time for her and the others. How much he just treated them like…people.

"Oh, so you're saying it's just gonna be the two of us, huh?" Prompto asked in turn. Primam could hear that mischievous little smirk in his tone.

Part of her hated how he made seemingly flirtatious comments like that from time to time. Another part wished she felt like she could reciprocate. For real. But instead, she rolled her eyes and giggled.

They were just friends…

Besides…there was no way Prompto actually realized he was being flirty… Right? He was just really nice — no need to get the wrong impression. If he did want something more, he probably would have asked Primam out a while ago.

That was what she thought at any rate.

Still…Prompto was Primam’s most precious friend. Nothing would have changed that.

"I could always ask Gladio or Mollie to come over?" Primam teasingly questioned. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind celebrating with us."

"What? No way!" Prompto quipped back. Primam could hear the rustle of grocery bags. "Besides, I only got enough snacks for the two of us to celebrate."

"Oh? So you were anticipating Tandem being gone?" Primam asked, reaching over to unlock the door to the apartment. She opened the door to reveal Prompto standing there. She smirked at him. "Kinda rude, isn't it?"

Prompto's mouth fell open in mock offense. Placing his free hand over his chest, he turned his nose upward. "Why I would never anticipate such an opportunity."

He then grinned, an impish look befalling his face. Waving a hand nonchalantly, Prompto walked forward; Primam stepped aside to let him in. As he removed his shoes, he said, "Besides, I saw him on the way here."

"You did?" Primam asked, brow raised while she closed the door behind him.

"Yep!" Prompto reaffirmed. He walked further into the apartment and set the plastic bags down on the counter. They honestly looked like they had more than just snacks. He did take out some chip bags, and a box of confections…and then two soda bottles. Lifting them, he tilted them from side-to-side with a grin; "I asked him if he was gonna come back, and he said 'nah'."

"… 'Nah'…?" Primam incredulously parroted.

"Somethin' about…finally staying out around the city?" Prompto lowered the bottles back onto the counter. "Noct wasn't with him… So, I assume it's just somethin' he wanted to do?"

Primam hummed in thought, padding back into the apartment proper. She had no idea what Tandem was up to. They already debunked the 'twins are telepathically linked' thing with the others long ago. That was partially chalked up to being fraternal twins and not identical twins to some…

"I wouldn't know," Primam replied, looking at the box of confections closer. She felt her face brighten when she realized they were Choco-Bos — chocolate chocobo-shaped cookies. She drummed her fingers excitedly over it momentarily and then looked back over at Prompto.

"Oh yeah! Got those for you," Prompto pointed at the box of cookies. "I couldn't find the lemon and cream ones you like more? So I hope those are fine."

"More than fine — you know I'm a sweet tooth," Primam chirped. Reaching up, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I hadn't been expecting anything — let alone a visitor! So…it's a pleasant surprise either way!"

Prompto leaned against the counter facing Primam all the while. He wore that warm smile of his — the one he trained up in his endeavor to gain more confidence. It was radiant…but honestly, it always had been to Primam.

He glanced around. The apartment was still largely barren. Most of what it had were large pieces of furniture. Before she, Tandem, and Noctis even came to their apartments, they were made aware that they were going to have been furnished beforehand with stuff provided to them from the Citadel so they could focus on studying rather than the arduous task of having the moving in experience.

All the furnishing items, though…those were all theirs…

"So…" Prompto started after a small spell of silence. He shifted, bouncing a leg with his restless energy. Looking back at Primam, he peered at her curiously. "Noct's supposed to be at his apartment, too, right? Like, all three of you are livin' out in the city on your own?"

"Not yet…" Primam informed him, shaking her head. Her smile turned somewhat rueful. "His Majesty wanted to make time to spend with him. He tries, y'know…? To make what time he can for Noctis."

Her gaze dropped down to Prompto's hands which were lazily laced together as he kept his elbow on the counter top. She was aware Prompto knew what that was like… He sometimes talked about how his mothers were both so busy with work since they had met. She knew it was true. They were always usually gone when she visited his home.

"Really is just us today then, huh?" Prompto commented, his leg coming to a still. He shrugged and righted himself.

"Is that alright?"

Prompto's brow lifted at the question. He tilted his head, curling his hand under his chin with mild confusion. "Why wouldn't it be?"

It was Primam’s turn to shrug. He just…sounded kinda disappointed?

Maybe Primam had been hearing things… After all, Noctis was turning out to really enjoy Prompto's company a lot. The opposite was just as true; Prompto enjoyed having other guy friends to hang out with. The two hung out together along with Tandem.

Sometimes it felt…alienating that they would leave her behind on occasion. Leave her to her work and studies…

Prompto's smile came back as he reached over to pat Primam's arm. A friendly and comforting gesture. Did he notice the subtle furrow to her brow?

"I'm just really happy for you guys. For you and your brother most!" Prompto told her.

"Oh?" Primam hid her surprise, if only marginally.

Prompto shrugged sheepishly, and then raised a hand to rub the back of his neck. He was unable to look Primam in the eye for a moment.

When he finally composed himself, he said to her: "It's just…it's gotta be nice, y'know? Finally having a place where…"

His eyes flicked to Primam's arms, expression faltering. Again, he reached out, his thumb brushing over the exposed skin just under her elbow.

"… I'm glad you're not at your family's manor anymore. For as long as that'll last." Prompto's voice was just above a whisper. Then his hand slipped from her arm as if he realized he probably should not have been touching her so fondly. Primam could still feel where his touch lingered.

A soft exhale left Primam's nose, and she smiled ruefully.

"Come now, no need to be so sombre about it…" Primam replied, attempting to sound more lighthearted to shift the mood back to being what she enjoyed it being between the two of them.

"I mean it, Prim." Prompto's voice remained quiet. It was rare that he was not just as happy to bounce back to being his carefree, cheerful self. The self that he trained and honed over the years. The self that just wanted to bring a smile to everyone's face.

There was no getting out of this easily, was there?

Primam pursed her lips and chewed on the inside of her mouth, her eyes flicking to the side. She wanted to stay rooted to the spot, but… Honestly, she also wanted to just—

Stepping forward, Primam wrapped her arms around Prompto and nestled her chin upon his shoulder. Her body had moved automatically the moment she thought of it. It was what she wanted: to hug Prompto and just kind of…feel him?

Hold him?

Know he was there?

… That he had always been there?

Primam felt Prompto move his arms around her, holding her close.

"… I know you don't talk about it…" Prompto continued quietly. "But…I hate seeing you hurt…"

Tightening her hold on Prompto, Primam sighed and closed her eyes. How could she respond? A lot of the times, she hoped the sleeves of her blazer would cover the bruises — that, or she knew that the healing magics from House Viridis would usually have a lot of them healed up overnight.

"I…kinda lied, by the way…" Prompto admitted. It was then his voice got quieter as he eked out a soft, "Sorry…"

Primam remained quiet. Whatever he lied about, it probably had no significant bearing on their friendship.

"Thing is…I wanted to come by to check in on you," Prompto continued. "Make sure you weren't here by yourself… With your parents."

Primam's heart skipped, then fluttered at the reveal. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, and she breathed a silent, relieved sigh. Or maybe it was an appreciative sigh? Regardless, hearing Prompto express such care and concern for her was… It made her feel like she had more to her than just the expectation of being a blade ever at Noctis' side.

She managed a wry smile.

"It's…all quite fine…" Primam quietly replied. "Too busy at the Citadel, thankfully…"

"That's good."

"… Yeah."

Clearing his throat after several more moments of standing there in an embrace, Prompto finally let go, prompting Primam to follow his example. He smiled and his expression brightened — he was certainly good at putting all his practice into play. Honestly, had Primam never met him as that shy kid who never put himself out there…she would have never imagined the Prompto in front of her had been that kid.

"So! Apartment warming party?" Prompto asked, bringing that brightness into his tone.

"Apartment warming party it is," Primam replied, her smile becoming genuine.

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24. Bar

Tsimh leaned back in the chair, a horrifically uncomfortable wooden contraption — and they called her Clan savages! —to better assess her prospects for the evening. There was a Tia… friendly enough, hmm…. not quite the variety she might hope for this evening abroad. A fair few fair Moonkeeper ladies like herself, but well, that would provide even less variety than a man of their race. Roegadyn were too large for her liking. Au ra too small. A hrothgar was generally more exciting than a hyur… But no suitable matches of their ilk caught her eye this evening.

"This isn't the Shroud, you know." Her brother's teasing voice flattened Tsimh's ears.

She rolled her eyes toward Nahte'to skeptically. "Firrst you tell me to avail myself of local delights, then you discourrrage me from them? Tsk. Really, Sprout."

Grinning, he gave her cheek a bunt. "I only meant these folk aren't like to take to your advances so readily as our own people. They've a different way of doing things."

"A fair few lurrid gazes tell me otherwise." She countered. "Besides, I'm led to believe being an unattached woman offerring pleasures can be quite prrrrofitable around these parts."

"It comes with certain connotations."

"Bah, what should that matter? I'm only here for a little while. Let them tell their storrries about the mysterious Shrrroud woman who gave them a night like no otherr!"

"I suspect you could put yourself on the Syndicate within a year, wearing that confidence." He chuckled. "But even so—"

"I'll be careful, little brother." She reminded him. Her eyes fixed on a white-haired hyur lounging with his back to the only windowless wall of the bar. Realizing the attention, he gave her a subtle look over, took note of her companion, and then winked. "Prray, who's that one? Black tunic, tattoo about his neck?"

"Thancred?" Nahte blinked.

"Thancrred." She tested.

"I don't kn…" Nahte reconsidered, then scoffed. "Actually, the two of you might get on rather well. Happy hunting, Tsimh."

(FFxivWrite 2024 - Prompt 24)

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Hali x Aymeric 🩷💙

Moonfire Faire 2025 ☀️

After a long day of meetings, paperwork, and patrols, Aymeric was able to join Hali for a bit of fun and relaxation in Costa del Sol for Moonfire Faire!!

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Twenty-Four Touches :: Knuckles

On his way home from school, Prompto had plans to buy a new comic from a series he is invested in. That was…until he saw his classmate and new friend's reflection in the window. He was going to say hi until he realized that she…did not look too happy. Distressed, even.

Notes: Pre-canon, and in their earlier school days. I wrote Primam and Prompto originally meeting when they were ten, so two years before Prompto really makes an effort to get to know Noctis, and five years before he even became comfortable enough to become Noctis' friend. This is one year after he and Primam meet. Where they still don't really know each other, and this is a moment of a lot of trust being forged between the two. Minor allusions to abuse.

Word count: 2,834

Prompto learned how to abide by routine. He was a good kid, and he wanted to make his mothers proud! At the very least, he did not want them worrying about him when he was left alone. He was eleven! He should have been able to take care of himself now that both his mothers were working more and more.

That did not, however, stop Prompto from getting distracted while he ventured around. Since the earliest one of his mothers came home was around 9 PM, and the other sometimes midnight or later…

Well…

Prompto had paused in front of a large display window of the local comics and games shops — strategically placed between his home and school, surely. Though he peered through the glass, a gasp falling from his lips when he caught sight of the new volume to one of his comics in the back. Pressing his face to the glass, a grin spread over Prompto's face.

It had been a month or so since he had been waiting for the next volume of Eye of Matoya. He was about to head inside when he caught a reflection that made him redirect his attention. There was, after all, only two people he knew with such striking features of having white hair. So Prompto turned, and just as he had seen briefly in the window's reflection, he saw the physical being of his classmate and new friend, Primam, hurrying down along the sidewalk.

Prompto smiled seeing her, and he was about to call out to her before he saw her lift a hand and daub her eyes. Had she been crying? More than that, her hands looked rife with the purple and red weal of having been bruised.

Worry clawed at Prompto as he watched Primam hurry along the sidewalk, not bothering to slow down or acknowledge anyone she passed that seemed to watch after her. Glancing at the display window, Prompto shook his head and began jogging after Primam. He was not the best equipped to have been hurrying along after her like this, but…she was his friend, and clearly she was distressed.

It was…kind of unfair how quickly Primam could walk. She was already so far ahead that Prompto was surprised he could even keep following her.

By the time he had finally caught up, he was doubled over, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. He barely even noticed that Primam had stopped and was looking at him from inside one of the holes of the climbing dome. When he finally looked up to see her, he felt his face flush with embarrassment before it quickly gave way to the concern he felt for her before. The way she looked at him with that bit back grimace…not to mention how her eyes glistened with welling tears…

"Pri…Primam—er—Prim…" Prompto managed, his chest still heaving with his labored breaths.

"I'm not here to hang out…" Primam's voice was steeped in that thick royal accent of hers, but also a step away from being wracked in emotion. Shortly after she said what she did, she dipped out of view…ish. Prompto could see parts of her silhouette as she went to a darker part of the dome and sat with her back against the wall.

Even though it seemed like maybe Primam wanted to be alone, Prompto stood there. One, he was still just so exhausted from hurrying after her. Two…well, Primam was his friend. He wanted to be there for his friend. His…only friend. Maybe he would make new ones…but he wanted to keep Primam as a friend.

Walking forward, Prompto had to drop to his hands and knees to crawl through one of larger holes closer to the ground. When he finally got in, he saw Primam sitting with her knees up, arms wrapped around them as she kept her head buried between them. He could hear her sniffling, and it made him ache to hear her in such pain…no matter what it might have been.

"Prim…" Prompto called out, slowly maneuvering toward her and sitting close by. He could see her tense and tremble.

In the meantime, Prompto got a better look at her knuckles. The skin was broken on a couple of the hard curves of her hands — where her fists would have made contact with something…or someone… But then there were the bruises he saw on some parts of her forearms.

Prompto had no idea what to say. He had never had to confront…this. Whatever this may have been.

So Prompto adjusted his messenger bag and pulled it into his lap. Opening it, he reached in and pulled out a notebook. He was too nervous to talk to Primam. She…well, she did not yell at him to leave, and so he was at least going to sit with her in…moderate? silence.

Opening his notebook, Prompto folded the page along the perforated line and then tore the page out as cleanly as possible. He closed his notebook and used it as his flat surface. Soon, he simply folded, remembering what one of his mothers taught him.

One fold here. Another fold there. Eventually Prompto made an origami moogle with a star-shaped pom with excess paper. What he had not realized (yet again), was that Primam sat there, watching him work when she finally lifted her head from her knees. She watched him intently…like a curious coeurl cub.

The moment Prompto noticed was when he finished making his origami craft. His heart pounded in surprise to realize she had been watching…observing. But he did his best to just…continue. Reaching back into his bag, he pulled put a blue highlighter and colored the star pom that cyan color. He then took a pen and drew eyes on the moogle's face…then wings on the back. Lastly? Well, he took his pink highlighter and colored a nose on the moogle before drawing a pink belly on it.

Primam remained quiet, eyes flicking from the origami moogle, to Prompto, then back down again.

Gently cradling the origami moogle, Prompto presented it to Primam. Smiling slightly, he said to her: "You can have it — it's for you, I mean…"

The change in Primam's posture and expression was felt. Prompto watched her expression go from curious to mildly surprised. He then watched as she tentatively reached out and cupped her hands, gathering the moogle paper craft just as gently as Prompto had offered it to her.

Sniffling, Primam smiled and traced a finger along the moogle.

"… No one's made me anything before…" Primam quietly commented. There was this tinge of awe in her tone. Honestly, Prompto was just happy she liked it… After all, she was a highborn noble. Surely there were far better things she had that blew his origami crafts out of the water!

"Do…you like it?" Prompto timidly asked. Sure, they already knew each other for about a year, but… Primam was still really intimidating. Especially since she still seemed a little distant on occasion.

Primam nodded, smiling down at the moogle. Her thumb traced over the pink belly, and she let out a soft giggle.

Was…that good? Did she actually think Prompto's moogle was silly?

"… I like this one…" Primam said after a moment. "A special moogle… A blue star pom…and a belly with pink fur. Different."

Different…

Prompto's cheeks and ears flushed. She was making fun of it, huh?

But…her voice remained soft.

"… I like different…" Primam went on. She then held up the moogle with a smile. "I think…his name will be Mogget. Like…comet!"

Prompto chuckled at Primam's changed demeanor. She was much cuter when she smiled and laughed. Though, Prompto's expression fell slightly when he saw the backs of Primam's knuckles once more. Having an even closer look at them revealed how there was still smeared blood across them, dried and cracking.

"Do…you want to come to my house?" Prompto asked, his eyes never leaving the wounds upon the back of Primam's hands.

"Oh…" Primam's own expression changed to uncertainty. She lowered Mogget into her lap, looking away. "I-I don't know… I…could get in trouble."

For a moment, Prompto tilted his head in thought. "But…aren't you already in trouble being out here alone?"

Primam’s brow rose. "Oh… I…guess so…"

Placing his notebook back into his bag, Prompto pushed himself up and held his hand out for Primam to take. He was careful not to grip her hand too hard, afraid of hurting her hands more than they had been. But once she was up on her own two feet, Prompto pointed in the general direction of his house; "It's not far from here — my house. I can help you bandage your hands."

"My…hands?" Primam finally looked down at her knuckles for the first time since they had been there. Her lips pursed together, and she slowly nodded. "Yeah…I should clean them up."

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Primam sat at the base of the stairs in Prompto's house. It was largely quiet, but she continued to sit there. It was the first time she had been at someone else's home that had not been part of the Royal Council.

Finally, Prompto returned from finding some first aid materials. Kneeling in front of Primam, he frowned and took some alcohol wipes. He then reached up and gingerly took up Primam's hand.

"This'll hurt…" Prompto warned Primam. He ripped open the alcohol packet and took out the square. He held it over Primam's knuckles, hovering and gauging her reaction.

"It'll be fine…" Primam replied. "It won't be too bad. I'm pretty tough."

"Alright."

Prompto started to wipe at Primam's knuckles, cleaning the area of blood. Her fingers twitched, and she made sharp little intakes of breath at certain moments, but she certainly handled the pain far better than Prompto imagined she would have.

It took two wipes per hand, and Prompto made sure to apply some salve — something he remembered one of his moms slathering on cuts or scrapes to help the healing process. He applied the same for Primam, making sure not to use too much or too little. Finally, he wrapped her hands pretty neatly in some bandages, tying them off when it looked good.

"You're pretty good at that," Primam commented, looking at her hands. She clenched and flexed her fingers a couple of times. "Usually, Master Arbor or Ros helps patch us up when we get hurt. We don't always wear bandages like this since they use magic."

"'Magic'?" Prompto asked, getting the used materials put into a little pile.

"Mhm!" Primam nodded, not elaborating.

"Can…you use magic?" Prompto asked, tucking away the roll of gauze into the first aid kit.

"Yeah!" Primam excitedly said. She held out her hand. When Prompto leaned over to look, ice started to crystallize and cling to her and the bandages like a second skin. Smiling and showing off her braces, Primam went on and excitedly said, "I do ice magic!"

Prompto's mouth fell open. He had heard stories and knew that the royals and nobles used magic…but he had never seen it up close before!

"That's so cool! Can all the nobles do that?" Prompto asked, momentarily forgetting about cleaning up.

"Mhm! Well…" Primam looked like she just remembered something. "My brother actually can't that well. He can summon from his armiger and warp? But…he can't use magic like me, or Vis, or Iggy, or Mollie, or…well, the rest of us…"

"No wonder he looks so mad all the time…" Prompto said it before he could think about it, and then quickly clamped his hand over his mouth. He looked at Primam, worried he might have offended her. Instead, he found her giggling.

"Nah, he's not that jealous about it…" Primam's expression softened. "Besides Master Clarus and Gladio? My brother's the strongest! He doesn't need magic."

Of course, that was just a set of regurgitated claims from Tandem himself. He never seemed bothered by it…so perhaps it was a bit of conjecture on Primam's behalf as well. Whatever the truth was, all Primam knew was that Tandem claimed and acted like it was no big deal.

"Could I learn magic?" Prompto asked, taking a small plastic bag and getting the used items sealed away in it.

Primam brought a finger to her chin.

"Maybe…" Primam replied, uncertain. "The king has to give you permission. He did with a bunch of the Glaive and Crownsguard!"

Prompto brightened up at that.

"I could be like the Warrior of Light from Eye of Matoya!" Prompto exclaimed, thinking on how cool it was his comic book characters could fight and use magic.

"What's that?" Confusion was clear on Primam's face.

"You don't know what Eye of Matoya is!?" Prompto’s mouth hung open in disbelief. He hurried and got up, gathering the first aid kit and the baggie of refuse.

Primam only heard Prompto scuttling about the house before he finally returned with a small stack of graphic novels. He placed them on the stairs next to her with an audible thud, and grinned at her. He adjusted his glasses and pulled the top novel off, showing it to her; a man was on the front, donning some rather striking armor in purples, yellows, blues, and whites. The most striking thing were the forward facing horns upon the helmet.

"This is the Warrior of Light!" Prompto informed Primam, a smile on his face as he pointed at him.

"Just 'the warrior of light'?" Primam asked. "No name?"

Prompto shook his head. "None of them have names, so people call them by their weapons — but he's the coolest! The people call him Blade. He and three of his friends in the story go to this kingdom called Cornelia, and then go to save the princess after they learn she's been kidnapped by a dark knight named Garland."

Primam had stopped Prompto from detailing too much of the comic to her. Instead, they started reading it together, simply sitting there on the steps and forgetting about the fact that Primam should have probably been on her way back home.

They lost track of time altogether, and it had not been until one of Prompto's mothers came home that the two were reminded how late it had gotten. Not to mention that the relief on Prompto’s mom's face seemed to speak to something else altogether.

Still, she composed herself and smiled sweetly before approaching them. Her hair was this brilliant ginger color, and she had a kind face, speckled with freckles — must have been where Prompto go it, Primam figured. She leaned down, placing her hands on her knees.

"This your friend from school, Bee?"

"Mama Dee! Not in front of Prim…" Prompto quietly groaned.

"Oh! My apologies…" Dee replied, laughing softly. She then looked at Primam. "Prim, is it? I'm Dulce, Prompto's mother. One of them."

"H…Hi…" Primam seemed to regard Dulce with some trepidation.

"Do your parents know you're here this late, Prim?" Dulce asked.

Primam shook her head.

"Hm… And do you think we could call them up to let you know where you are?"

Primam looked at Prompto, then down at the ground. She nodded. Primam knew her parents were going to be mad. But she followed after Dulce to use the landline and call her home phone number.

Primam waited, her heart beating noticeably in her chest. When the line was picked up, it was her father — thankfully. At least he was less likely to have been as harsh.

Primam explained what she could, apologizing between each little thing. She also made little promises that seemed backed with a sense of fear that she would never do what she did again. It was something that made Dulce reach out and place a comforting hand on Primam's shoulder.

It had not taken long for Primam to place the phone back into its dock. She looked up at Dulce.

"… My parents are having one of our family retainers retrieve me…" Primam quietly informed Dulce — and Prompto, who had been peeking into the hallway where the phone was.

"Alright…" Dulce replied, glancing over Primam. She offered a reassuring smile. There was clearly something going on that caused Primam to be there in the first place. "Well…come over any time you'd like, alright?"

Dulce looked back at Prompto, who stifled a gasp and ducked behind the wall into the kitchen.

"Prompto never brings home friends," Dulce went on, facing Primam again. "So I'm glad he has someone he's willing to bring over."

Primam nodded, staying quiet for now. At least until Prompto returned, holding something.

"Before you go, Prim…" Prompto started. He held out his hands. Cradled safely within was Mogget. "Don't forget him."

Primam reached over and took Mogget back. She managed a smile and nodded. "He's gonna be my lucky charm!"

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FFXIV Write 2024: Bar

(oh hey, kind of on theme with the last few days!)

The warm beach sun was making it unpleasant to be outside.  Unless you were under shade, which thankfully Flidais was.  She was in the yard of her girlfriend's new property in the Mist.  A small cottage to be converted into a tavern.  She had offered to help build the furniture needed to fill the place, and also to help serve drinks when open.  

The increased heat finally became a bit too much, so she unzipped the top of her coveralls.  With a quick tie of the sleeves around her waist she resumed her work.  Carefully she took the lumber she’d been measuring and cutting and began to secure them together.  Darksteel Rivets kept them in place as she got the base of the bar’s counter finished.  

‘There,  I’ll have to move this inside and finish with the rest of it there.  Otherwise it’ll be too heavy to move.’  she thought to herself, rising to her feet and stretching.  It was good timing because right at the moment the tavern’s listed owner stepped outside

“Oh that’s looking GREAT!”  Shura Kuroyanagi, Au Ra mercenary and one of Flidais’s girlfriends exited the door.    The shorter woman turned her head to examine all the construction and blueprints, her eyepatch covering her glass eye, she squinted at the hot sun.  Flidais beamed, then gestured to the scattered wood and tools.  She pointed to the bar then raised her hands to sign 

[Help me move inside?  I can finish once there]  Shura nodded and took one side.  From there it was easy work for the two of them to carry the base through the doors.  They careful positioned the base where it needed to go and lined it up.  Flidais gave a firm nod, then pulled Shura into a side hug as she pointed and finger spelled her plans [Kegs, taps here.  Water line here, stools here]  Shura grinned in response, then nodded to the already built stools stacked in one corner.

“Thank you again for helping with this.  When our Benefactor had this idea I was initially a little worried, but it’s really coming together!  I can’t wait to get this place open.  Start serving people.”  She stretched up, placing a kiss on Flidais’s cheek.  A blush as pink as her hair spread across her cheeks and Flidais tugged at one ear shyly.  She took a step back and was about to sign again when a faint bell like sound echoed the room.

A glowing light shot out of a small door hanging on the wall, coalescing into a red haired winged figure.  Feo Ul, King of the Pixies of Il Mheg, and Benefactor providing funding for the Glorianda slid through into our world

“There’s my beloved saplings!  Hard at work on this new venture and home for dreams are ye?”  Shura and Flidais bowed, an instinctive response from their time spent serving the Pixie King.  Flitting and exploring the pixie darted about the room, then they frowned “is this it?  Lots of sitting and not much else?  Where be the drinks?  The counter to lean upon and flirt shamelessly with a pretty young lass?”  Flidais pointed to the base of the bar, then her hands moved to respond.  Primarily out of habit, Feo Ul seemed to be able to read her mind.

[Still being built my beloved beautiful branch, this is just the start]  she held up her hammer and tools, then mimed.  With a dejected sigh the little prankster flew over and sat upon Shura’s shoulder, giving her horns a gentle bonk.  

“Well it cannae be helped.  I plan on visiting myself once all is set and ready!”  Shura and Flidais shared a glance, unsure exactly what they meant by that.  In this smaller form?  Or did they have some other plan?  However before they could voice their questions the Pixie King spoke again, pointing directly at Flidais

“What I really came to ask, is when are ye two going to grant me a wee branch of yer own!  I want to see a wee bairn!!!”  

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What is your OC's favourite summertime activity? Are they competitive or more keen to relax? Do they like an audience to witness their high dives? Or would they sooner hide away with a book?

hiiii mimble! thank you so much for the ask! i hope that you're doing well today and that you've been able to take it easy. you deserve it! ♥

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nebula likes being out and splashing in the water! most of her watery adventures involve the pool at the citadel normally used for training regimens, but there are the few occasions she's been able to go to the water park! she LOVES the tall water slides and zooming down them.

if she ever gets a chance to actually go to a beach, she would also really like making sand sculptures. i don't think she'd be good at it, necessarily, but i think she would find enjoyment over just packing sand and making little buildings to pretend to be a monster destroying them later. XD

more than anything, i'm going to say that nebula LOVES partaking in the summertime snacks and treats the most. she would go absolutely feral over the watermelon smashing game, and she would LOVE having her own bowl of ice cream or shaved ice to beat that heat.

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Summer list: 1, 8, 10 😌😌😌

hihi, maple. |D i hope that the night has been good. shaking your hand in insomnia solidarity. thank you for the asks! ♥

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Does your OC enjoy sunbathing or do they prefer to keep to the shade?

you better believe this guy is out there soaking up all the rays. he's a very active body, and going out to the waters to have a bit of fun in the sun is something he's going to take full advantage of.

rest of my answers with two other ocs i rolled under the cut.

What is your OC's favourite summertime activity? Are they competitive or more keen to relax? Do they like an audience to witness their high dives? Or would they sooner hide away with a book?

aestus is definitely more keen on relaxing when it comes to summertime activities. genuinely so much more interested in having a break seeing as he has taken a lot of time already babysitting a lot of the 114th. being the eldest of the generation definitely came with responsibilities he never asked for. :')

so you'd likely find him lounging away under a parasol / umbrella, reading anything ranging from a book, to a magazine, to a newspaper, to a libratablet.

How does your OC feel about sand? Are they irritated by it getting into places they'd rather it didn't? Or do they accept it as a fact of life?

(two voxes... well, they do have the highest percentage of being rolled, i suppose.)

nebula enjoys sand. i'm not sure i'd say she gets irritated or has submitted to the inevitability of it. but she likes it. she likes being able to make sand castles and doing other sand shenanigans (like digging or burying things).

i'd even wager she really likes the difference in the feel of sand at galdin quay versus what's available in insomnia and on the outskirts.

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FFXV where everything is the same except Prompto has an Otomotone and uses it at every available moment

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Summer OC Asks #6. Is your OC a confident swimmer? How do they feel about swimming in the sea as opposed to a pool?

good evening, halikyon! i hope that the day treated you well, and that the evening is as stress-free as it can be. ♥

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i rolled aestus!

to be honest, i think aestus is confident in a lot of things. i also think he feigns confidence in order to keep a certain image about him. when it comes to swimming, though, i do believe that the confidence is genuine. i haven't written anything about him swimming, but he does strike me as someone who's trained in a number of physical areas just to keep himself sharp -- swimming included.

when it comes to swimming in the sea?

like...i'm going assume open waters. that being the case, i think he'd be fine? i don't believe he'd be afraid of open waters, and would be able to handle himself.

that said, i do think he's definitely more comfortable with a pool versus the ocean. despite insomnia being right there next to the ocean, i don't think there were too many summer vacations out over there to take a dip. :'D

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Moonfire Faire 2025

I really want to do more of these Official Art recreations!

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Twenty-Four Touches :: Handshake

Freshly having come out victorious from a battle on their home turf, Noctis managed to get injured. However, thanks to the help of Prompto, everyone has come out on top. Though no one really knows Prompto nor his motivations, all they know is that he arrived with the rest of the Niflheim fleets, making them all largely suspicious. Thanks to Noctis speaking up and vouching for him, Prompto is reluctantly allowed into the party.

Notes: Part of a Versus-XIII AU. I've been toying with this one off and on. But I think without super solid foundations of what the characters were like, it's all just assumptions. Prompto seems pretty different personality-wise, so I try to make him a bit more of a pain in the ass. Likewise, because Primam and her brother didn't grow up the same as I write them in mainline canon, she's pricklier and less inclined to cut Prompto slack.

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A sneer was present on Primam's face as she, Gladio, and Tandem hurried to shield and guard an injured Noctis. Ignis was behind them, helping to heal any of the wounds that the prince had sustained in their recent bout. Where Gladio and Tandem had their weapons summoned into their hands, Primam's hands flurried and teemed with ice magic.

In front of them? Well, there stood a young man who retained this smirk upon his lips, a shotgun resting upon his shoulder. He had golden blond hair that fell loosely over his right eye — mussed by the wind more than anything. For a moment, he regarded them all incredulously, that cocky look still on his face.

Now…the man had not done anything. Not yet… And it seemed that Noctis' combat-trained retinue was unwilling to allow any further harm to come to him.

"My, my…" the man started, tapping his shotgun upon his shoulder a couple times. "Tough crowd. Literally."

"The hell you want, Niff!?" Primam snarled between grit teeth, still poised to attack if needed.

"Hey now, cool it, Frosty," the man said, holding up his free hand in mock surrender. He then leaned over, catching a glimpse of Noctis.

The prince seemed fine…breathing at any rate. Conscious as well. A better result than the alternative, that was for sure.

Settling back onto his feet, the shotgun-toting man reaffirmed his gaze upon the three in front of him. "I ain't here to cause trouble. In fact…I was hopin' you'd be amicable to letting me tag along. An alliance, if you will."

"Tch, don't even joke…" Gladio growled, his teeth bared in a slight grimace.

"He's…not joking…" Noctis piped up from behind them. Ignis had helped Noctis back up to his feet. While Noctis held a hand over his healing wound that Ignis kept a steady stream of Cura magic focused on, he glanced between his Shield and Arms. Then he looked toward the man. "I don't know why he did it…but this guy stuck his neck out for me."

"Saved his life, in other words," the blond supplied with a shrug.

"H-Heh… Don't flatter yourself…" Noctis replied, a smirk settling upon his own lips. "Could'a handled those MTs without your help. Maybe even claim you're the reason I got hurt at all."

"Oh? Talk about ungrateful," the man said, shaking his head. Still, he laughed in good nature before resting a thumb along his belt and walking forward with a slight bounce to his gait. "The name's Prompto. Merc by trade…and Niff by birth."

Prompto cast a pointed look in Primam's direction since she had spat it with such venom.

His smirk widened and he approached her first, moving his free hand and holding it out in polite fashion.

"We don't gotta be friends…but I'd like to at least start off on the right foot. 'Specially if I'm gonna spend time with the five of you," Prompto said.

Primam's eyes flicked down to Prompto's proffered hand. Then she looked at Noctis.

"Are we actually going to have him come with us?" Primam asked, awaiting the prince's word. He was the decision maker, after all. Her magic had since died down, leaving her palms bereft of those icy flurries.

Noctis remained quiet for a moment, his expression falling pensive. His nose scrunched slightly as he mulled over the options that were surely swimming through his head. He looked up, meeting each of his combat-retinue's gazes briefly before nodding. "If there's anyone who can help us combat Niflheim, why not someone from Niflheim himself?"

Noctis looked toward Prompto. "Besides… 'S five against one… What's he going to do if he betrays us? Cos he ain't outrunning any of you."

Tandem let out a small laugh, his expression becoming cocksure. His dual swords shimmered out of existence, and he clapped his hand to Prompto's in formal greeting. "Sure can't… Name's Tandem. One half of the Arms of the King and of House Chorus. Hurt Noct, and I'll hunt your ass down."

"Duly noted," Prompto commented. His hand was let go, and then Gladio extended his own. His hand was firm and somewhat friendlier.

"Gladio of House Amicitia. Shield of the King," Gladio introduced. "It doesn't need sayin'…but I'm with Tan on this one. Hurt the prince, and we'll hurt you."

A low huff fell from Prompto's nose. The message was coming across loud and clear.

As long as Primam remained reluctant, Ignis seized the opportunity to reach forward past the others and take up Prompto's hand. "Ignis of House Scientia. Hand of the King."

"Really good to meet all of ya," Prompto said with a slight drawl, giving a halfhearted bow. He then looked back at Primam and offered his hand to her again. "And the…lovely lady with a glare that could kill?"

Primam scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"C'mon…" Prompto coaxed, leaning in slightly. "Unless you like me callin' you 'Frosty'?"

"Tch…" Primam huffed and finally reached out, clasping her hand in Prompto's. For a moment, she stayed silent, her gaze narrowing as she looked down at their hands and then focused back up at him. "Primam of House Chorus. The other Arm of the King."

"A pleasure," Prompto said, starting to pull his hand back. Primam's grip tightened and she jerked his hand down.

"I also insist that if you refer to me by name, you call me 'Prim'." There was a glower in her gaze that said this was a 'non-negotiable' request.

"… Understood, my lady~" Prompto replied, bowing deeply. He tilted his head to look back up at her. He still had a cocky look on his face.

"Good." Primam finally let go of Prompto's hand. A sigh fell from her nose, and she looked back at Noctis. "The Star of Lucis isn't going to carry all of us…"

"Yeah, thanks…" Noctis said with a groan, his hand going back to his wound. "Not like I didn't already figure that out."

"'Star of Lucis'?" Prompto repeated in question.

"Vehicle… Only really seats four, usually. But we squeeze in with the five of us." Noctis waved off Ignis so he could stand on his own two feet.

"I see…" Prompto curled a finger against his chin in thought.

Primam bounced a leg irritably before she placed her hands on her hips. "We could always just leave him here…"

"Me~yow, she always like this?" Prompto asked.

"We could take a detour back to the Chorus estate," Tandem supplied, ignoring Prompto's question. "Got my bike back there. I'll take it. I can use it to scout ahead, even. Our, uh…new guest can take the Star of Lucis with the rest of you guys."

"As if… It's cramped enough back there with the four of you. I know how to drive that bike just as well," Primam protested. "I'll take the bike and the Niff if we're actually letting him tag along with us."

"Oho…riding the bike with Frosty?" Prompto purred, sidling up close to her. He decided to tease her: "You move fast."

"Astrals help me, I will freeze that tongue out of your mouth…" Primam hissed, stepping aside and distancing herself from him.

"Temperature play? Already?" Prompto shot back, grinning. He seemed to be enjoying seeing her bristle after getting under her skin.

"You sure riding with him's a good idea?" Gladio asked, glancing between the two.

"Well I'm not riding with Tandem. And I don't trust him with the prince." Primam was defiant in that respect.

"C'mon, Frosty, I'm right here," Prompto said, feigning hurt.

"Regardless, taking a detour to the Chorus estate is what we'll do… We can discuss passenger arrangements on the way," Ignis sighed. "So long as everyone can stomach being stuffed into the back for twenty minutes at the maximum."

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