#Good luck Prompto

[tickleraptorss]

Too Early

merry Christmas @ticklish-v-93 !! i'm your squealing santa this year :)!!! so happy i got to write these boys again. promptis is always an absolute BLAST to write

thank you to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa as always!

The first signs of morning trickled between the curtains of Noctis and Prompto’s shared bedroom. The sun had begun to rise, peaking over the horizon as a certain excitable blond opened his eyes. He hadn’t slept much that night, because how could he? It’s Christmas, and he was going to be spending it with his boyfriend for the first time!

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Prompto sang loudly as he rocked his slumbering prince back and forth.

“Ugh… what-” barely processing his surroundings, Noctis groggily lifted his head. His eyes shifted over to the digital alarm clock. “Prom, it’s 6 in the morning.”

“It’s 6 on Christmas morning!” Prompto corrected.

“‘s too early…” the prince grumbled, his head falling back onto his pillow. “Can’t you wait an hour?”

“An hour?!” The gunslinger gasped, offended at such a suggestion. No, he absolutely could not wait an hour! “Noooooct, come on, I wanna give you your present!”

“Letting me sleep in would be a great present,” his dark-haired boyfriend said, already settling back under the covers. Oooh no, Prompto was not having that! Not today! He can take a nap later! He flopped on top of his boyfriend, embracing him in a loose hug. Noctis only groaned.

“Pleeeeease?” The blond whined. Noctis opened his eyes to meet Prompto’s stare, eyes wide like a sad puppy. The prince scoffed, then smiled, ruffled Prompto’s hair, and simply buried himself back under the blanket. Clearly, he wasn't going to get up on his own.

Prompto had to switch tactics.

He removed himself from his sleepy boyfriend, glancing around the room, looking for something he could use to wake his prince up. His eyes settled on his feet, sticking out of the end of the covers, and Prompto couldn't suppress a grin when a wonderfully evil idea popped into his head.

Slowly, the gunslinger crawled to the opposite end of the bed. Noctis seemed to be none the wiser to his boyfriend’s scheme, still thoroughly cocooned in the covers.

That was, until, his ankles were suddenly trapped in a headlock.

Lifting his head from his pillow, Noctis shot Prompto a glare, though it did nothing to deter the blond.

“Prompto Argentum,” Noctis groaned. “I swear to every God on this planet-”

“Did you just full name me?!” Prompto giggled. He left no room for a reply, because moments later, his nails were scribbling over the soles of his boyfriend's feet. The resulting squeal was nothing short of adorable, only encouraging Prompto’s evil little scheme to continue.

“Noho, I-! NohOHO, PROHOM-!!” Noctis yelped. He hid his face in the blanket, hiding his blushing face and muffling his laughter. He tried to pull his feet out of Prompto’s hold, but no luck–the gunslinger had him trapped.

“Havin’ a fun dream there, Noct?~” Prompto teased. He moved his fingers to his boyfriend’s arches, alternating between the right foot and left foot. Attempting to jerk his legs back, and failing, Noctis could do little but laugh as the blond happily tickled him to pieces.

Whatever the prince tried to say in rebuttal was interrupted with a loud squeal as Prompto’s fingers targeted underneath his toes. The gunslinger giggled as Noctis’ efforts to break free strengthened, yet he still couldn't break his grip. And because he was lying on his stomach, Noctis couldn't reach to grab Prompto and fight back–he was as ticklish as he was helpless–and Prompto loved it. Honestly, if just having his adorable, ticklish prince to himself was his Christmas gift, he would be more than happy with that.

“PlehEHEASE! STOHOHOPPP–!” Noctis screeched. “I’ll gEHET UP, I’LL GET UP!”

Feeling quite proud, Prompto released his boyfriend's ankles, looking back at the pouting prince with a grin.

“Aww, don't be mad!” The blond said. “You can have a nap later!” Noctis promptly ignored him, this time sneaking fully under the covers. Prompto could see him moving underneath the blanket–at least he was moving–and suddenly Noctis’ head popped out of the covers next to him.

“Hey,” said the prince, voice raspy and low. Prompto was about to respond when he was suddenly tackled and pinned to the bed. Fingers found his ribs in a matter of seconds.

“NoHOHOCT! NO-!” Prompto yelped as Noctis squeezed around his ribs.

“That’s what you get for waking me up so early!”

The prince cackled maniacally as his fingers moved from ribs to tummy to sides, all while Prompto squealed and begged. It didn't take long for him to surrender.

“OKAY, OKAHAY!” He grabbed Noctis’ wrists, and the prince stopped, leaning in to give his boyfriend a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“This gift better be worth it,” said Noctis.

“Oh, it is! You’re gonna love it!”

“I’m sure. Y’know what’d be a great gift right now?”

“Cuddles?”

“Cuddles.”

Noctis laid his head on Prompto’s chest, snuggling into him with a content sigh. The blond affectionately rolled his eyes, and simply indulged his prince. If Noctis fell asleep again, that’d be just fine with him.

After all, it’d just give him another excuse to tickle him.

[primamchorus]

Smitten

With an essay that must be written, Prompto seeks Primam's recommendation on something knowing how studious she is, and how much she enjoys literature. Given Noctis is also indisposed in preparation for larger royal duties, Primam's one of the only ones Prompto can count on.

Word Count: 538

Notes: My free trial friend hit me with a tweet that I read and went, "I have to write something based on that. Fuck." So here's a short drabble based on that.

Psst, hey...check out my XV: Reimagined?

“You're…asking me for a book recommendation for class…?” Primam asked, a little surprised Prompto was considering her opinion. She often had a more robust interest in literature, bordering on the same lines as Gladiolus’ interest and understanding of literary works.

It just struck her as…strange.

Yet it was also endearing and made her smile after Prompto nodded.

“Yeah, well… I… I want to do good on my literary assessment essay,” Prompto replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Noct’s got a lot on his plate with all those royal duties Ignis keeps bringing him, and…you're the only one I can trust to give me something I can't screw up on.”

Primam hummed in thought. Then it hit her.

“You're just in luck, then,” Primam replied after a moment. She looked down at the book in her hand and then thought for a brief moment longer where to find the book she was thinking of. It was close by; she recalled seeing it back up on the shelf not so long ago.

“I have a book that has a part that really sticks with me… Even after all this time. Gladio actually recommended it to me a few years ago,” Primam said as she scanned the book spines. She held the book she had been reading briefly close to her chest, still open.

“‘Isn't it fitting?’” Primam recited, then walked toward a different part of the bookcase as she snapped the book closed in her hand. She offered a smile in Prompto’s direction as they stood there in the largely vacated library. “‘That from the word ‘smite’ doth come the word ‘smitten’?”

She reached up and placed the book on the shelf and then pulled down another once she caught the familiar title. Prompto merely watched her curiously. With that new book in hand, Primam offered it to him. The title of it was Of Winter's Grip.

Admittedly, Primam was surprised how naturally the words came out of her mouth. Perhaps it was merely the nature of reciting the passage that reflected her feelings versus outright confessing.

“‘Thine oath to me, my dearest paladin, hath struck me,’” Primam continued. Her hand lingered on the cover of the book. “‘I would layeth before thee, broken and beaten on the floor. For thine oath hath sundered my heart in twain, ne’er to beat the same again.’”

Slowly, Primam’s fingers slipped from the cover.

“‘My dearest paladin… I loveth thee.’”

Prompto's lips parted for a moment before he cleared his throat and looked away briefly. “So, uh…it's a good book, I take it?”

“One of my favorites.” Primam’s expression softened. “Of course…I may have…spoiled some of it for you.”

“N-No, I…” Prompto stammered. “Actually, I’m intrigued. I want to read what happens and how it happens to get to that point.”

Primam’s brow raised as her smile returned. She then drew her hands together. “If you want, I have my own copy at home. We can read it together?”

“That might actually be for the best,” Prompto sheepishly replied. “If it’s one of your favorites like you said, you probably understand it pretty well and can help me with anything I might want to put in my essay.”

“Then it’s a plan!”

[andywinter16]

FFXV and Assassin´s Creed AU

This AU is for @versusthirteen. Don´t worry, I will write the bickering fic just need some time (lot of time, because the other asks that I need to post first). But instead have some of my quick headcanons when the two worlds collide :) (I have some more, If you wanted?)

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Due to Isu and Astrals shenaningas Noctis with boys ended in other dimension. With their luck, in middle of assault on the assassins. Noctis uses his powers which reacts even more violently in this world. “ Who the hell are you, dudes?” said man with white hood, while covering. “Well, I am -” Gladio turns his head “ Less talking Noct, more fighting.” Desmond and others took boys with them to their hideout, even if Lucy and Shaun were mistrusting at first. 

- there is so many questions about their origin and powers, it was intimidating 

- Noct showed them his arminger “ That is remarkable! Becca, do you think we could replicate something like that?” “ Shaun, I am tech not a damn magician.” “ But with the right equiptment and Isu artefact, it could be possible, no?” Lucy said thoughtfully.

- Ignis ultimately wins them with his cooking. “ Pardon me, but you can´t seriously eat fast food all the time, right?” Becca repairing computer answered. “ Not all the time, we also have some energy bars.” Needless to say, Ignis was horrified. He prepared for all of them 5 course meal. “Ignis, you are the best cook ever, aren´t you in need for a wife?” “ Or husband, If you swing that way.”

-  Ignis and Shaun bicker with each other like a married couple. They even had a three hour debate about “Why is tea better than your stinky muddy coffee, Scientia.” “ I would rather drink mine than your tasteless dry leafes with hot water, Hastings.” IT.WAS.SCARY.

- Desmond thinks of Noctis and Prompto as younger brothers that he never had, of course they are his partners in crime (Wish he could intruduce them to Clay, who would also loved them)

- Lucy shares with them the three tenets of assassins:  Stay one's blade from the flesh of the innocent; draw not attention to oneself whenever possible; and never compromise the brotherhood. “In other words” Des joined in the conversation,” don´t stabby stab wrong people, be good at hide and seek and bros before corruption.”

- “ Hey, Becca, Des wanna hear a joke?” “ Sure, sunshine.”  “ Hit us with it, Prompt.”  “ Okie dokie, do you know without what you can´t spell assassin? “ Lucy, Shaun, Ignis and Gladio side-eyeing him. “Without what Prompt?” inquired Noct. “ Obviously, without ass, sass and sin.” “ And I have all of it!” exclaimed Des. “ Desmond, bloody hell!”

- Rebecca shows boys her “Baby”, which are impressed with her skills. Prompto is allowed to help her.

- Gladio is jogging every morning with the girls. He´s being very supportive and shares fitness tips

- But boys weren´t the only one, who was accidentaly send to this dimension ...

“Oh, well hello there, young man! What a nice abodement you have here.”

Daniel is shocked and pulls out a gun. “ Who the fuck are you!?” The man before him looked so real, was the Bleeding effect kicking in again?

“Now now, young man. Why such animosity? I believe we can fix each other problems.” 

Daniel´s eyebrow quirks. “ What problem?” “ Oh, isn´t that obvious? You´re looking for some trouble maker named Desmond, correct? I can help you find him, but I also want something in return. A little service of gratitude, so to speak.”

Daniel studied the man´s face. He didn´t trust him, but he would lie if he said he wasn´t intrigued. “For the record, I don´t trust you. But I am kinda impressed you´ve got through our security.” which would be fired, when he wraps it up here, “ but I am not the one who you should ask for favour, If if it turns out that you are valuable asset.” 

“ Oh my, so guarded. But believe me, you´re not gonna regret it.” 

The man smiled creepily. Daniel shivered at that. He had unshaky feeling that he just get into some clusterfuck. 

 The man tips his hat.“ Oh, but where are my manners! Let me introduce to you, my name is Ardyn Izunia.” 

Please, read this in Ardyn´s voice. It gets much better XD

[thisfairytalegonebad]

Cold Compress - Whumptober day 13

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Character: Gladiolus Amicitia Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

Gladio may think he’s being sneaky in hiding his injury, and maybe it would even work on someone less observant, but if Ignis prides himself in one thing, it’s his ability to notice even small things other people wouldn’t bother taking note of.

He didn’t actually see how Gladio got hurt, but he sees the way he’s favouring his right leg a little. He sees the faint sheen of sweat on Gladio’s forehead and the slightly paler-than-usual colour of his face.

The question is just, how badly is he injured?

Ignis doesn’t want to call him out in front of Prompto and Noct - he trusts Gladio, knows the man has got to have a good reason for not mentioning whatever is troubling him to them.

For now, he’d wait and keep a close eye on him while he waits for an opportunity to talk to him in private.

It’s a miserable day. They’ve been running around the Vesperpool for hours and it’s been raining since yesterday evening. They’re all soaked and caked in mud and Ignis would just about sell his soul for a hot cup of coffee right now.

The others aren’t faring much better. Noct hasn’t said a word in nearly an hour, marching around the mud with quiet determination. Under normal circumstances, Ignis feels nothing but pride whenever his charge offers his aid to someone in need, but in this particular instance, well. Sania could probably have lived without her frogs for a little while longer.

Prompto has long stopped singing, now simply trudging after them with his head down to keep the rain from getting in his eyes. He’s shivering quite noticeably, and Ignis is torn between feeling sympathy for him and fighting the urge to point out that he’d told him to perhaps consider putting on a jacket this morning instead of opting for his sleeveless shirt again.

And Gladio, ever the wilderness enthusiast, seemed to be quite content for a considerable while, but at one point between fighting sahagins, an entire family of overgrown poultry, a swarm of angry killer wasps and sahagins again, he was injured and his mood has dropped a good bit since then.

“Noct,” Ignis tries cautiously. “Perhaps we ought to postpone this search for another day. I’m sure the hunters would be willing to rent the caravan to us for another night, and then we can continue looking tomorrow. According to the forecast, the weather should be better tomorrow.”

“But I saw it earlier,” Noct insists. “I swear I saw it hopping around over here! Besides, Sania said they’re more likely to come out during rainy weather.”

With their luck, the damn frog has probably been eaten by a sahagin in the meantime, but Ignis doesn’t say that. Instead, he holds back a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose, both to keep himself from snapping at Noct and to try and stave off the headache that’s starting to set in. He’s taken off his glasses hours ago, unable to see properly with the rain droplets covering the lenses, and now he’s paying the price for that.

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After nearly another hour, it’s slowly getting dark and even Noct is forced to admit that they’ll have to continue their frog search some other time.

Prompto is shivering nearly uncontrollably now despite the fact that he’s wearing Ignis' jacket - yes, Ignis may have told him to put on his own jacket this morning, but he still couldn’t stand watching the boy suffer any longer - and Gladio…

Ignis stops, realising he’s no longer hearing Gladio’s heavy footsteps behind him.

He quickly turns and spots Gladio leaning against a tree a few paces behind him, looking more than slightly pale.

“Gladio?” he asks, quietly so as to not alert the other two, but alarmed all the same. “Are you quite alright?”

“Fine,” Gladio grunts, even though Ignis can see that he really isn’t. “Sagahin got me in the leg earlier. Not that bad earlier, but I guess walking around on it didn’t do me any favours.”

“Did you take a potion?” Ignis asks, although he already knows the answer.

Just like he suspected, Gladio shakes his head. “Nah. Like I said, wasn’t that bad and we’re running low as it is. I’ll be fine, just gotta get out of this damn swamp.”

“That we can agree on,” Ignis sighs. “Alright, but you’ll take one if you feel it’s getting worse, no arguments. Are you alright to continue on for now?”

“Sure.” Gladio pushes himself off the tree and goes to catch up with the other two who are still marching on, and Ignis notes with concern that his limp has grown more pronounced.

----

They’ve barely been walking for another five minutes when Gladio suddenly staggers to the side and throws up, supporting himself against a tree so he doesn’t fall face-first into the mud.

Immediately, Ignis is at his side - he’s well aware that he’s been hovering, and now it looks like that wasn’t all that wrong of a thing to do.

“Gladio, you’re taking that potion now.”

He already has it in hand, crushing it against Gladio’s leg before he can protest.

“Thanks.” Gladio’s voice is raspy and his cheeks flushed.

“Change of plan,” Ignis says as soon as Prompto and Noct have joined them, staring wide-eyed at Gladio. “We get back to the car as soon as possible and try to make it back to Meldacio before it grows fully dark.

He’s not sure what’s wrong with Gladio. He doesn’t look all that much better after the potion, but the cut wasn’t bad enough for him to have lost a lot of blood or anything similar. Perhaps it’s just exhaustion catching up with him.

Either way, Gladio doesn’t look like he’s going to get far on his own, so Ignis slips his arm around his waist to support him. They can’t afford to lose any more daylight if they want to make it back to Meldacio for the night.

As they make their way back to the car, Gladio leans on Ignis more and more heavily until Ignis is almost bearing his full weight, and he has never been so glad to see the Regalia than at this moment.

They quickly load Gladio into the backseat, leaving him to lean his head against the window with his eyes closed, and then Ignis floors it towards Meldacio.

Luckily, no one has handed out speeding tickets in the countryside of Lucis for a long time, so they make it to the hunters’ headquarters with a fair share of traffic violations and barely any daylight to spare.

Prompto jumps out of the car to rent the caravan for the night, Noct goes to find a doctor or at least someone with some medical knowledge and the equipment to go with it, and Ignis is left to help Gladio out of the car.

“How are you holding up?” he asks as he lets Gladio lean on him for support again.

“Been better,” Gladio mutters and Ignis is inclined to believe him - even through the thick leather of Gladio’s jacket, he can feel heat radiating off him.

Noct joins them with a face like a storm cloud, announcing that apparently, the only medic at the outpost has recently left for the gas station near Greyshire Glacial Grotto to tend to an employee who has fallen ill. He did however manage to get them to sell some medical supplies to him.

At least Prompto comes bearing better news and the key to the caravan - they’re allowed to stay for as long as they need as long as they pay up before they leave.

----

By the time Gladio is out of his wet clothes and in bed, and Ignis actually gets to take a look him over, Gladio is trembling and burning up with fever.

Ignis checks the leg first, but the skin is smooth and uninjured, knitted back together perfectly by the potion.

There’s nothing else wrong with his legs, so Ignis works his way up to Gladio’s torso and back, and then he spots it - a rather small, shallow wound on the back of his neck. It’s puffy and swollen and while it should have healed with the potion, the fact that it didn’t means that there’s something else causing Gladio’s illness.

Poison.

“Gladio, did the mushussu hit you?” Ignis asks, running his hand over the cut. It’s warm to the touch and likely tender from the way Gladio flinches away from his fingers.

Gladio frowns, but then simply shrugs. “I dunno. If it did, I didn’t notice.”

Ignis eyes him warily for a moment but lets it go. Gladio sounds genuine enough, and he’s not one to hide injuries just for the fun of it. If he says he didn’t notice, Ignis believes him.

He has the boys run back to the shop to buy an antidote, but he knows the poison has already been in Gladio’s system for too long for an antidote to cure him. He’s going to have to ride out the fever on his own.

“I do wish we had noticed this sooner,” Ignis sighs as he gently places the cold compress on Gladio’s forehead.

Gladio blinks up at him and says with a crooked smile, “Yeah, me too.”

His eyes are glassy with fever, his face pale except for his flushed cheeks, and he’s shivering despite the blanket they covered him with. It’s unsettling to see him like that, their physically strongest fighter reduced to a trembling lump of misery by a small cut like that.

He’s clearly fighting to stay awake, and Ignis wants nothing more than to let him sleep, but he wants to at least get some water into him before he does so. But giving him water while he’s still poisoned would be futile, he’d likely throw it back up within minutes.

Soon, the caravan door opens and the other two hurry inside, handing Ignis the antidote. Ignis quickly gives it to Gladio who crushes it in his hand.

“Here, drink this,” Ignis instructs, helping Gladio sit up a bit more so he can sip from the offered bottle. “Slowly, or you’ll make yourself sick.”

“Yes, Mom,” Gladio says, but the teasing effect is somewhat lost due to how weak and pitiful it comes out, so Ignis lets it slide. Instead, he guides Gladio to lie back down, and pulls the blanket up to cover all of him.

“Get some rest,” he says gently, smoothing his hand over Gladio’s hair for a moment before he stands.

“’Kay,” Gladio says, drowsy and not all there, and then he’s out like a light.

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Read all of my Whumptober prompt fills here.

[heartlessfujoshi]

flufftober day 8 - promnis 'no stakes'

Title: No Stakes Chapter: 2 of 6 Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Promnis (Prompto Argentum x Ignis Scientia) Rating: Teen (Subtle Flirting - Fluff - Ep Ignis V2 - Minor Angst - First Kisses) WordCount: ~2,770 Prompt: Rainy Day

Read: Ch 1

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If there was one luxury of home that Ignis missed, it would be the Crystal itself. The Crystal that helped to regulate the temperature of Insomnia, that helped to keep the city protected from any intruders. The same Crystal that was now in the hands of those from Niflheim. They needed to get it back, but they had other worries at the moment. The Prince had found three tombs so far, as their trip was slow going. But Ignis wasn’t going to push the Prince into something he didn’t want to do - he knew Noctis better than that. 

Right now, they were staying at the 3 Z’s Motel in Taelpar, a reprieve from sleeping at a haven. They had checked in late last night, and now, it was pouring rain outside. They had gone on hunts plenty of times in the rain, but right now, no one in their party was feeling up to it. 

“I need to go on an errand.” Ignis announced, not at all interested in sitting in a room all day when there were things that could be done that didn’t require any sort of combat. “Would anyone care to join me?” 

“Pass.” Noctis was playing cards with Gladio, the two of them sitting at a table up against the wall. 

“I’m good, Ignis.” Gladio shook his head, as he set a card down. Noctis groaned, which made Gladio bellow out a laugh of triumph. 

Prompto was looking out the window as he gave his answer to him. “I’ll join you, Iggy. If you want.” 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” Prompto was an enigma to him still. The blond was the least experienced out of all of them when it came to combat, but he was flourishing in a way that Ignis had never really seen before. The confidence that came out of Prompto during those intense battles, especially when the Niflheim Army got a drop on them, was making him see the Prince’s best friend in a different light. “We’ll take chocobos.” 

That perked up the blond in a heartbeat. “Okay!” Prompto jumped up, and stretched his arms over his head. “You guys don’t have too much fun without us, okay??” Prompto went over to where Noctis was standing, and took a look at his cards. “Ouch. Good luck.” 

“Hey!” Both Gladio and Noctis exclaimed, as if they were both offended by Prompto’s action. Ignis hid his smile by covering his mouth with his gloved hand, and then went over to the front door. “We shall return later. Don’t wait up for us if it gets to be too late.” 

“No problem, Ignis.” Noctis commented, placing another card down that caused Gladio to groan. “Prompto - be careful.” 

“I will, Your Highness!” Prompto walked past him, and Ignis couldn’t help but catch a whiff of the cologne that Prompto was wearing more often now. The strong scent brought a sense of warmth to his body, his fingers tingling in a way he wasn’t at all expecting to feel as the blond walked by him. “You coming, Iggy?” Prompto stopped just before going out into the rain, looking back at him. 

He nodded, and closed the door behind him, not bothering to say anything else to either Noctis or Gladio. He knew that the two of them were becoming closer; the drama that had happened back at Cauthess had all but solidified their reliance on one another. While Ignis was glad to see Noctis was trusting Gladio more, he was also trying to figure out his own way. 

Prompto brought over their chocobos, and Ignis hopped up on his after helping Prompto up onto his own mount. “Which way are we going today, Iggy?” 

“I thought we’d head back up to Wiz’s. I want to see about getting a few more supplies before we find ourselves in an area where the supplies are lackluster.” 

“That sounds like a very smart plan, Iggy. Come on, let’s go!” Prompto clicked his heels against his chocobo, and the chocobo took off in a sprint into the rain. 

Ignis smiled as he saw Prompto tilt his head back, letting the rain pelt his face in a way that had to hurt. But there was a smile on Prompto’s face, one that Ignis couldn’t help but smile in return. There was something about the way Prompto acted that made him look at things in a different light. No one else would look up at the rain, and would stay silent. He knew for a fact that both Gladio and Noctis would be yelling obscenities about the rain, and would complain the entire time. But not Prompto. 

The ride to Wiz’s was a quiet one, which was perfectly fine by Ignis. They brought their chocobos to the pen and let them walk around, while the two of them headed into the store together. “Gentlemen.” Wiz greeted them with a hand held high. “What brings the….two of you? In today.” 

“Yes, two of us.” Ignis smiled, and saw Prompto was already looking at dry goods on the shelves. “Came to stock up on a few items.” 

“The weather is about to get really rough.” Wiz pointed towards the back of his ranch. “You two are more than welcome to stay here until it passes, if you wish. I’ll make you a stacker sandwich too, free of charge.” 

Prompto turned around, and rapidly nodded his head towards Ignis. Chuckling, Ignis took the hint. “That would be nice, Wiz. Thank you for your hospitality.” 

“Thank you for clearing out my inventory.” Wiz winked, and then headed back to the kitchen to prepare their feast. 

Ignis spent a fair amount on restocking some of the essentials he would need to cook for their party. After getting things situated, they ate indoors with Wiz, as it was too miserable outside to eat and enjoy their food. Once they’d finished eating, Wiz showed them where they could stay until the storm passed, and then left the two of them alone. 

He looked around at the room, and saw that there was only one bed. “Prompto - I’ll take the floor this evening, if we’re stuck here for that long.” 

“Ah, not, it’s okay! I can take the floor!” Prompto shook his head. The wind howled outside, the rain pelting the windows, almost coming down in a slant. Ignis knew that it was probably better that they stay out of this, as he could only imagine the visibility outside - it had to be horrendous. “You can sleep on the bed, Iggy. I don’t mind.” 

There was no point in arguing with Prompto. That much he has learned since they had begun this trip. Prompto Argentum was very accommodating towards anyone in their party, almost to a fault. But Ignis wasn’t interested in having an argument with him, as he was afraid it would happen if he brought it up. Prompto tended to deflect more than not whenever it came to questions about himself. 

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he saw that there was a table with chairs over by the window, but given how loud the storm was, he didn’t think that Prompto would want to sit there. “Come sit with me.” He patted the bed, in the hopes that Prompto wouldn’t feel weird by his invitation. “I don’t think you will want to sit by the window.” 

“You’re right. It’s a little too loud.” A nervous laugh left Prompto’s mouth as he sat on the edge of the bed, four feet away from him. “Not too bad for a ranch, huh.” 

“Prompto.” Ignis said his name, and saw him turn his head towards him, the wind continuing to howl outside. “Are you nervous to be here with me?” 

“No!” The reply came out short and clipped, and he could see a stain of pink appear on Prompto’s cheeks, accentuating the freckles that were there. Ignis had first noticed them when he’d grabbed onto him in the Belouve Mines, refusing to let him fall down to the depths. They had stood so close to each other, the light from his pocket light shining bright on Prompto’s face, the look of terror and relief that Ignis had grabbed him before he could fall had haunted his brain since that day. The soft color of Prompto’s eyes - lavender. Ignis wasn’t afraid to admit that he found him attractive. 

“All right, then.” He knew that nothing else would come out of the blond’s mouth, and that was fine. He was going to ask him something about the supplies when Prompto said something that made him raise his eyebrow up. “What was that, Prompto?” He wasn’t quite sure he heard him correctly. 

“D-Did you accept my invitation because you knew that Noctis and Gladio wanted to be alone?” Prompto asked, rushing the words almost as fast as he’d said them a minute ago. “You know they’re fucking, right?” 

His eyebrow raised up again. “I beg your pardon?” He was unaware of such a thing. 

“I caught them the other night in the tent.” Prompto’s face was now beet red. “I didn’t mean to. I rolled over, and happened to see something that I probably wasn’t supposed to see.” 

“Ah.” That made more sense. Because he was not aware of any sort of relations between the two of them. But now that he thought about it, it did feel like both Gladio and Noctis were spending more and more time together. “That’s nice.” He commented. It was none of his business what the two of them were engaging in - he had his own priorities, which were to make sure the Prince stayed alive. That was all. 

“You’re not upset by it, are you?” 

“Why would I be?” 

“I dunno. I always sort of thought that you and Gladio had something going on.” Prompto shrugged his shoulders. 

He was about to reply when a very loud clap of thunder sounded overhead, and then plunged the room into darkness. Prompto whimpered, and Ignis’ first thought was to reach out for him. Finding his arm, Ignis pulled Prompto to sit close to him, keeping his arm around him in a way that might seem a bit forward. But he was made aware before they’d left that Prompto had a severe fear of thunderstorms, and now that they were stuck in one, he knew he had to help him. 

Prompto was soon sitting on his lap, facing him with his arms wrapped tight around his neck. Ignis didn’t mind at all. The weight on his lap wasn’t awful, and the way that Prompto was clinging to him - it felt nice. He slowly put his arms around Prompto, not wanting to startle him in any sort of way, as another loud clap of thunder boomed over their heads. 

“The Six are playing a game of pins.” Ignis murmured into Prompto’s ear, hoping that he was soothing him rather than making him upset. “It will pass soon.” He cradled the back of Prompto’s head with his hand, finding that it felt good to hold Prompto in such a way. “Breathe, Prompto.” 

A shuddering breath hit his ear as he heard Prompto whimper. “I’m sorry.” The words were barely audible, but he heard them. 

“You have no reason to be.” He kept him close, wanting to offer him a comfort that he knew he might not get otherwise. The room lit up with a lightning strike close by, the sound of thunder coming seconds later. Prompto clung tighter to him. “I’ve got you.” He repeated the words he’d said to him in the mines, hoping that it would help to ground him in this attack that he was experiencing. “I’m here, Prompto.” 

“Iggy.” A broken sob left Prompto’s mouth before he buried his face against the side of his neck. Ignis closed his eyes and held him tight, not at all bothered by the tears he could feel touching his skin as they rolled off of Prompto’s face and onto him. 

He pushed himself back further onto the bed, and helped Prompto to lay down next to him, never once taking his arms away from his body. Prompto’s leg pushed to be between his legs, Ignis accommodating him without any hesitancy. He hummed a tune, one that he’d heard Prompto hum often when they found themselves in a dungeon. A soft sniffle came into his ear as Prompto’s tears had finally settled down. 

“You know that you are safe with me.” Ignis spoke softly into Prompto’s ear, before gently leaving a soft kiss to his temple. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Prompto.” 

“I know you won’t, Iggy.” 

The howling winds began to die down, taking the loud thunder with it. Soon, only the gentle tapping of light rain could be heard on the window. The power came back on a little while later, but it didn’t matter. Prompto was fast asleep in his arms, and Ignis had no intention of moving him. He stared at his face for a while, taking in the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose. The soft expression on Prompto’s face made him wonder if he was dreaming, or if he was in a deeper sleep. He hoped that after suffering through the events of this storm, that Prompto was in a deep sleep. 

Ignis wasn’t sure he knew what was happening between the two of them. Were they being drawn together because the other two were forcing this to happen to them? Or was something else there? Ignis had a feeling it was the latter, as he’d always found Prompto to be rather attractive. Getting to know him better through these extreme circumstances had created a fondness for the blond that Ignis wasn’t really ready to admit he had. 

A soft moan left Prompto’s mouth, then a wince came over his face. Before he thought anything of it, Ignis lowered his head, and left a gentle kiss on Prompto’s lips. He didn’t know why he thought that was the best course of action, but the kiss seemed to have settled the blond down, no longer whimpering or wincing. Instead, soft snores left Prompto’s mouth, and a smile now tugged on his lips. 

He closed his eyes, and could feel the gentle push back of Prompto’s lips against his own, making him wonder if Prompto had been awake just then, or if it had been an involuntary action. Ignis hoped that it wasn’t an involuntary action, as he would like for it to happen again. But since Prompto was now sound asleep, he knew that it would have to wait. 

They both woke up in the morning, still holding onto each other. Prompto yelped as he pulled himself away, and proceeded to fall onto the floor. Ignis yawned, then shook his head. “That is a terrible way to get up, Prompto.” He rubbed his hands over his face, then grabbed his glasses, which he had set behind his pillow the night before. “Good morning.”

“G-G-Good morning!” Prompto jumped up from the ground. “Hey, so random question for you.” 

“Yes?” He sat up, and stretched a little. “What is it?” 

“Did you kiss me last night??” 

“Why do you ask?” Ignis didn’t say yes or no, but was more or less curious as to what made Prompto ask. 

“I swear, I thought you kissed me last night. I was having this awful nightmare, and was struggling to get out of it, when I felt you kiss me.” 

Ignis smoothed down his shirt before standing up, coming face to face with the blond. “Did your nightmare cease?” 

“Yes.” Prompto nodded his head. 

“Then I would say that is all that matters.” He walked past him, and headed to the door. “Come along, Prompto. We should head back to the 3 Z’s Motel. It seems the storm has passed.” 

“But you didn’t answer my question.” 

Turning around, he looked right into Prompto’s eyes. “I did. And I would like to do it again, with your permission.” 

“Y-You have it!” 

He crossed the few short steps it took to reach Prompto, then lowered his head and brushed a light kiss against Prompto’s lips. “This will do, for now. Let’s go see our friends, hmm?” 

“Okay, Iggy.” 

Prompto’s hand found his, which he was happy to give to him. Their fingers laced together as they approached the chocobo paddock, then hopped onto their mounts together. He knew that they had some talking to do, but it could wait, for now. They had to get back to their friends, and continue on their journey. 

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Cross-posted to AO3

[mathclasswarfare]

Writer's First Lines

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

Thanks @salamandersocks for the tag!

Tagging @errantknightess @every-lemon @avianscribe @star54kar @bladesandstars @voxiferous @audreyskdramablog @crazyloststar @canisargentum and @trans-prompto-argentum

Mine are after the jump, in reverse chronological order.

As he levels his weapon at the Niflheim chancellor, Prompto’s heart is pounding. 

(Train in Vain, promptis, rated T, 15,685 words--currently on ch 10/13)

Noctis sleeps, cradled in the cool emptiness of the void, wings and tail curled around himself.

(Wet Dreams May Come, promptis, rated M, 4,655 words)

The lobby of the First Secretary’s Estate is filled with irritating noises. 

(Thorn in his Side, gen, Fleuret-centric, rated G, 1,016 words)

Ignis Scientia will never forget that first time he walked up the Citadel steps.

(Unwanted, Uninvited Kin, gen, Uncle Ardyn-centric, rated G, 1816 words)

“What’s that?”

(Birthday, gen, Prompto-centric, rated G, drabble, cw: dehumanization)

"What time did you say the bus was supposed to be here?"

(The Best Laid Plans of Plebes and Princes, promptis, rated T, 2732 words)

When Ignis sees that the name ‘Crown City Comix’ is still available on moogle mail, he laughs aloud at his good luck.

(Good Boys, gen, rated G, 1000 words--is that a decadrabble?)

The bathroom is an ever-changing DIY masterpiece—a communal project that’s built up in layers of stickers and graffiti in the years since the bar’s old landlord jacked up the rent and they moved downtown. 

(The Writing on the Wall, promptis, rated T, 1190 words)

In the domain of the Hydraean, in the furthest depths of the ocean, far deeper than any anchor or rope could hope to reach, lies the kingdom of the merfolk.

(The Mer Prince, promptis, rated T, 11739 words, cw: major character death)

As soon as Prompto sees the stalls, he knows they’re going to have a problem.

(Filthy, promptis, rated M, 264 words)

[bluewren]

WIP Not Wednesday

I got tagged for WIP Wednesday by @melisusthewee, @cleverblackcat, and @nirikeehan. But oh gosh 😂 I dont know who to share this with, I didn't want to share a snippet about Taliesen and Cullen talking in the War room. It just wasn't my vibe.

I got a good chunk of a Final Fantasy XV fic written right now though, but I don't know who would care.😅

Fem!Prompto / Noctis with feeling like she doesn't fit in with her friends and needing to work harder. It's been really bittersweet so far, and lots of things that they couldn't have said years ago and shouldn't be doing now.

Niri, please don't read it, it's extremely spoiler heavy. XD

This uniform had been the one thing that she always kept with her, through multiple moves for extended hunts and whatever the Crownsguard needed her for. Prompto never doubted that Noctis would return one day. However she had not touched the uniform in years, now wondering if it still fits her. At least with all the time she needed to stay moving and barely time to grab a bite, that should be little worry to her. She took the uniform off the hanger and moved them onto her bed to inspect for any scoffs or fraying threads. Biting the corner of her lip while admiring it, from the high frilled collar of the jacket to the cuffs embroidered with the Crownsguard emblem and shaded iron buckles that still reflect back a dramatic shine. It was a stunning outfit, fit to be worn by the king’s retinue. But after all those years, it still doesn’t not feel like it belonged to her. Not to a failed science experiment, that got to Insomnia by too much luck to fit the size of a meteor held up by an Astral. She could never truly be one of the Kingsglaive, the soldiers she always saw training in the courtyard. Then there are the mages, she always admired with their magical light shows of fire, lightning, and ice. The ones she chose to trained with and practiced her arts in service to their king. Like she’s doing now… Prompto sighed one last time, finally reaching for the jumpsuit. She waited way too long, the King’s big day is tomorrow and everything had to be perfect. She stepped into the jumpsuit, letting the leather work itself around her calves.. She felt a nippy breeze when the fabric contoured her thighs, and relaxed the mesh wasn’t just for show. She was pleasantly surprised that the tailors remembered to make the outfit breathable. It began to catch on her bum, not that she didn’t expect it to happen. Jumpsuits were always, a pain to put on. She prepared to pull on the outfit once more, that was when the bedroom door swings open. It was Noctis stepping into their room, choosing to stay in her room for tonight and she happily allowed it. His beard, now freshly tamed. Hair trimmed, and washed of the grease that caked the individual strands after ten years asleep. His aged eyes and angular jaw seem less greasy too, but they were something that had yet set in for Prompto. Noctis’s cheeks turned a slight bit pink when he caught a look at Prompto’s bare nipples and realized what he had interrupted. And she felt that her cheeks did too by the slight heat off her collarbone. “Nice.” He giggled like a high school boy. It somehow made Prompto laugh with him in the same immature way. They stood there for half a minute, before noticing that she was exposed to rest of the garage. “Shut up!” She nudged Noct’s shoulder with her knuckles. “And close the door.” They had seen each other with far less clothes than now, neither minded by the third time they slept in the same tent together. Ignis and Gladio stayed shy the longest, but even they got over her presence. But now, they were both far past the blushing high schoolers that they first knew each other as. This time, there was a comfort between them like the years apart were returning.

I got the idea for this fic, because I thought the mage's outfit was really cute. XD

tagging @maebird-melody | @blarrghe | @demawrites | @morganlefaye79

[thebisexualmandalorian]

The Odd Character Questionnaire Questions for Jake and Leo?

Thank you!!!

Jake:

What is the character’s go-to drink order? He likes something brightly colored and sugary. He's a hummingbird with a drinking problem.

What is their grooming routine? So Jake is very invested in grooming. He doesn't go big on skincare really, but he does like nice, thorough showers as often as he can get them, because being out in the field means being really gross for way longer than is comfortable.

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? Video games. This boy went wild the day he could afford his first Gameboy, and that's stuck with him through the years. He likes party games. Also, a lot of food. He eats a terrifying amount to stay in the shape he does.

Do they have any scars or tattoos? He has a kudzu tattoo, because "I'm annoying and hard to kill," and then his Infantry division insignia. As far as scars, he has a lot of them, but most of them are hidden under his clothes. He's always the first one into the fray when trouble shows up, and he wears that on his skin. The most prominent one is the large slash over his cheek from a formerly-Umbrella scientist who decided to fight back when the team breached the lab, and Jake caught a scalpel across the face. It left him with a wicked scar and a pemanently crooked smile.

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? Probably sitting under his kitchen table having a panic attack after coming home from a bad mission. He's good at keeping it together in front of others, but as soon as he's alone, that facade cracks apart quickly.

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? He's an only child, both for his biological parents and his moms, though he grew up with a revolving door of people staying with them - runaways, kids who got kicked out for one reason or another, people down on their luck, his moms were part of a network of queer support and they always had an open door for people in need.

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. If he's not in boots or going for a run, then he's in Converse. He lives in Converse and it drives Chris crazy because he doesn't understand how they're comfortable. They do look cute on him though.

Describe the place where they sleep. He nests. He has a bed, but it's barely visible under the frankly ridiculous number of pillows and blankets piled on it. He sleeps on top of half of them, with the rest piled on him. Nobody knows how he doesn't suffocate under it all, but he loves it. Nothing matches either, it's just all things that catch his eye while he's out.

What is their favorite holiday? Memorial Day. The whole gang gets together if they're not working, and they have a picnic. Jake loves Rebecca's cocktail mixing. His least favorite holiday is the Fourth of July. He's not really patriotic, and the fireworks are a nightmare.

What objects do they always carry around with them? Jake. Jake, look at me. Look at me, dude. Why do you need that many knives on a daily basis. That is an unnecessary amount of knives for you to be carrying.

Leo:

What is the character’s go-to drink order? Like Jake, he loves sweet cocktails, but especially if they have a kick like a mule. This is especially tragic because he's such a lightweight.

What is their grooming routine? Leo is doing better than Gladio, he doesn't used three-in-one shampoo/conditioner/body wash, but that's such a low bar. He showers and shaves and is out the door in less than half an hour.

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? Food. He has a weakness for diner food.

Do they have any scars or tattoos? He has a scar on the inside of his right arm from a bow string snapping, and one on his chest from an accident with Aurora's magic when they were children.

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? When Prompto fell off the train and was lost. That scared him more than anything in the world, after already dealing with the fall of Insomnia. 

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? He's the oldest. He was always responsible for Aurora growing up, with Cor busy running the Crownsguard, and he took that responsibility extremely seriously.

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. Always boots. It's a comfort for him at this point.

Describe the place where they sleep. He's pretty basic. A flat surface is really all he needs, but in Lestallum and then Insomnia after the Long Night, he really does enjoy a nice soft bed with both his husbands in it.

What is their favorite holiday? Founder's Day. It's a lot of chaos, but it's a lot of fun on the occasions he isn't working in the Citadel.

What objects do they always carry around with them? A leather hair clip from Celia, a knife, and his cell phone.

[meissashush]

🍁🌾💐🌺☄💦

for Ro

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Ro is a habitual hider. In a new place, she'll always sniff out the quietest place to hide unseen, regardless of whether she actually ends up needing it. That said, she isn't really one to claim an area. If her so called 'territory' is ever usurped by a different antisocial weirdo introvert, she won't contest it. The location just gets written off as 'less than ideal' and a new one is hunted down.

The closest she has to a comfort corner is her room, and later her solo apartment. It's not intentional, but rather incidental in nature. She's naturally inclined to keep everything she considers 'hers' confined to her personal space, and she tends to only keep things she genuinely needs or likes.

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

EDIT FROM FUTURE MEI!!!! IM STUPID AS SHIT AND ALSO DYSLEXIC AND READ THIS AS "Describe your OCs eyes through the lens of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them" BECAUSE IM A FUCKING MORON. Anyway, this stays as a monument to my stupity.

"Crystalline. They contain such a profound clarity that they can rend you quite transparent, despite one's best efforts." - Ignis

"Icy. Like the crisp blue of a clear. midwinter sky. But, like, in a refreshing sort of way." - Gladio

"Oh man, I've been trying to figure this one out for years. It's like if baby blue, cerulean, and royal blue started making out, you know?" - Prompto

"Uh... they're blue, right?" - Noctis

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Well, she's a Leonis, so not well. She'll hide her illness/injury for as long as possible, and who ever can catch her is going to be the one wrangling her into bed for the duration. Ignis and Nyx have the best luck with it simply by virtue of being more stubborn than her, followed by Prompto and Noctis who are great at distracting her with video games and co-naps, with Gladio and Cor coming in solid last. Turns out trying to just force her into bed and expecting her to stay there isn't the best strat. Naturally, this means she a pretty awful patient.

As for her as a caretaker, she's pretty decent. Quick to find what you need, intuit what you want, and most likely to remember bizarre things like how Prompto can't stand the smell of eggs when he's ill. Bedside manner is not the best, but she's not Cor or Gladio.

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

When she was younger, and sometimes when there is no real time to recover, she has a tendency to just work through it until she can't anymore. As she got older and learned to rely on people more, she became much more prone to seeking comfort from others. The best person for the situation varies heavily, but Cor is definitely a one-size-fits-all person for an upset Rosea. If she's alone, she's gotten better of just talking herself through it in a quiet space. It takes longer, but it does work.

��️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

This isn't even a question, this is just you yelling at me :[

I am very nice to her, thank you very much. Those are load bearing traumas. All of them. Even the non-canon ones I make just for fun.

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

I would erase the event that led her to emotionally cutting herself off from everyone she loved :] The first one, anyway. Pretty sure that's the main jenga block in all of her -gestures vaguely- that.

[gonemechaniic]

“Been a while since we’ve been able to do something like this, huh?” He says as he offers Cindy one of the pistols at the carnival shooting range. “Just — no hard feelings if you lose, yeah?” Shooting her a wink with playful laughter. “Ladies first!” // @battleshot

      ⚙ *:･ﾟ✧ // It was really the perfect date.  Just what she needed to take her mind off whatever project she was overthinking about or just the stress of running the garage in general.  A simple moment to breathe, to laugh without reason, or steal some time to feel like a kid again.  Cindy found that easy to do when in Prompto’s company, even when he was poking at her more competitive side.

Now she hears the playful goading coming from the Photog yet the rather incredulous look upon her face would presume otherwise.

❝ You do recall who raised me, right? ❞    Said while giving the pistol a quick spin. ❝ Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll ease your ego when ya come in second. ❞ Cindy returns the wink and takes her place in front of the game. Once it starts she shifts from playful to a meditative focus, going for the higher-pointed targets first. Though she doesn't get a perfect score; just shy by thirty points, but it would be a cold day in Leide before she'd let Cid's training go to waste.

She hands the pistol back yet in the exchange she leans in extra close and drops her tone to a husky whisper. ❝ Good luck, Sweetness~. ❞  

[painedprince]

"Gotta start somewhere!" Prompto reasoned, and getting an actual time frame for the whole wedding thing seemed important enough. "You got any seasonal preferences? I mean, I guess Galdin Quay's kinda nice any time of year so that part's all good." Didn't really help in decision making, though.

There was definitely a slightly higher pitch to the blond's laugh, but he pointed out immediately, "Oh no, you sneak, that's not gonna work. We're talking about you. I'm going to take a survey. Gonna be all official and everything." As official as a survey amongst their other partners could be, anyway.

"Uhh... Early summer, I guess? Good time for swimming... Just the reception will be outside, so hopefully we go somewhere nice and cool for the ceremony."

"A survey? Alright... Good luck with that."

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Meg I bought the episode dlcs for specs sunshine chocobo boy aka prompto and ardyn! I'm honestly kinda scared to play them tbh and I don't know why 😭

Oh good luck and have fun

[ffxvficrec]

by Leiastar1234Noct In a world twisted by fate the land of Care a lot calls to light the way of a Young Prince, and his other friends that he meets. Final Fantasy is owned by Square Enix this is a piece of fanfiction for jae517, thank you for letting me write this for you I hope you enjoy. Care Bears by Cloudco Entertainment. Words: 2106, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV , Care Bears Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Categories: Other Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum , Gladiolus Amicitia , Grumpy Bear (Care Bears) , Bedtime Bear (Care Bears) , Proud Heart Cat (Care Bears) , Prompto Argentum , Ignis Scientia , Good Luck Bear (Care Bears) , Carbuncle (Final Fantasy XV)

[stonecoldmeme]

"Yeah I'm sure! It's bad luck for the groom to see the wedding dress before the wedding, right? Even if it wasn't, a surprise would be nice... I mean. I'm going to cry either way? But, still. Maybe I'll just watch you paint the chocobos to match."

"Wellllll, I wouldn't worry too much about the luck thing... but if you wanna be surprised, then that's totally fine by me." Prompto agreed easily. "Guess I gotta get the dress before I know what to do with the chocobos, huh? I'll talk to Iggy later, we'll figure out this whole shopping thing. And maybe I'll tell him what to write on the cake if he's in a good mood."

Grinning, the blond spent a few seconds looking at Noctis before shifting, reaching up to push his hair back a little. "You gonna slick back your hair?" It wasn't like he'd say Noct shouldn't, if he wanted to, but... "'Cause it's still nice, you know. Freed."

[ardynzunia]

"Oh. Yeah, you're right. That is important." It hadn't even crossed his mind that Prompto could see it as pity. "I know his interest is genuine, and I hope he doesn't have doubts about me. I mean, I'm kind of the worst at being a prince. Why would someone even want to fake that?"

“I don’t think he sees you as a bad prince, you’d be surprised how you look from the eyes if someone outside nobility,” Arctus said. “But yeah, good luck with talking to him.”

[corcnaiism]

it  was  embarrassing  to  say  the  least  whenever  prompto  would  have  a  reaction  out  in  public,  especially  when  it  was  as  small  as  getting  startled  by  the  sound  of  a  phone.  sure,  people  tend  to  get  a  little  surprised  as  it  was  a  normal  thing  to  do,  but  not  enough  to  where  they  were  near  pulling  a  weapon  to  defend  themselves.  &  of  course,  prompto  wouldn’t  always  react  so  “dramatically”  either,  so  it  really  depended  on  the  circumstances  he  was  in.  

&  how  unfortunate  it  had  been  that  right  now  was  one  of  those  times  he  almost  pulled  a  knife  on  someone.

a  weary  smile  painted  his  pressed  lips  as  he  accepted  the  photographs  he  had  dropped,  granting  a  timid  bow  in  appreciation  towards  the  gesture.  in  all  honesty,  he  would’ve  just  left  them  on  the  ground  &  ran  away,  cowering  in  complete  humiliation,  but  the  adrenaline  he  got  in  that  small  scare  was  enough  to  have  him  need  a  break  to  recollect  himself  —  yet  again.  this  was  why  prompto  needed  someone  he  trusted  by  his  side  to  prevent  stuff  like  this  from  happening,  but  he  also  recognized  that  people  weren’t  always  going  to  be  there  for  him,  &  he  had  to  learn  to  be  independent.

which,  sadly,  wasn’t  something  he  wasn’t  so  used  to.  he  was  just  more  vulnerable  now  due  to  how  comfortable  he  finally  was  in  his  life.

⁣　　❛  ahah,  wow  .  .  .  that’s  .  .  .  crazy.  ❜

he  figured  he  should  apologize  for  the  burden  &  mishaps  he  brought  onto  this  person  &  leave  them  alone  ‘less  he  brought  more  inconveniences  their  way.  shoving  the  photos  into  this  pocket,  prompto  stood  up  almost  abruptly  &  stumblingly  began  gathering  his  belongings.

⁣　　❛  i-i’m  so  sorry  for  everything,  honestly.  i  didn’t  mean  to  ruin  your  peaceful  day  with  my,  umm,  incompetence.  thanks  again  for,  umm,  letting  me  take  the  picture  earlier.  i-i  really  appreciated  it.  &,  umm,  good  luck  with  your  writing  &  —  ahh  .ᐟ.ᐟ  ❜

being  in  a  rush  caused  him  to  drop  most  of  his  items  he  had  been  collecting,  the  tripod  clinging  on  the  ground  with  a  loud  THUD,  &  he  hurriedly  checked  to  see  if  the  equipment  wasn’t  badly  damaged.  but  he  supposed  he  bit  more  than  he  could  chew  because  his  emotions  had  been  stirred  up  since  he  first  had  contact  with  the  stranger,  &  now  they  threatened  to  explode  as  tears  struggled  to  stay  within  the  layers  of  his  eyes.  

don’t  cry.  please  for  the  love  of  god  don’t  cry.

while amala is mainly a very solitary person, they honestly do enjoy being around people. not actively, all the time--just being near people that are nice or people that are friends or family to her make her feel as if she has a safe spot in the corner of the world that they occupy. these days, though, most of their being-around-people actions are mainly professional, and while most of her clients are nice people, it's just....not the same, to say the least.

not something she wants to think about right now, though.

the sudden movements from the young man in response to her phone serve to startle amala in turn, but once she realizes that he's not trying to do anything, they settle down with a sheepish smile. the way he had gone for a weapon (presumably a knife or pepper spray, considering the way that he jammed his hand in his pocket) hadn't gone unnoticed, however, as well as the way his eyes darted around as if he was searching for a presumable attacker.

it's not amala's place to diagnose people, especially since she's not a mental health professional in the slightest, but it seems that this guy's got some trauma that he's (probably, and hopefully) working through. their reasoning for this, well--they've got trauma, too, and when you live with something long enough, you learn to recognize the signs of said something.

tucking her phone back into her pocket, amala gets up from the bench and crouches down, starting to carefully pick up the photographs, making sure not to get their fingerprints on the actual picture as to not ruin it by accident. "it's fine, shit happens," they say, tidying the fallen photos into a neat little stack before picking them up and standing, passing them back to their rightful owner. "i have a friend who startles with loud sounds--one time he flung the glass he was holding in the direction of a sound and dented the microwave handle."

the friend that they're talking about is red. amala doesn't know much of his past, as he isn't too keen on sharing, but it's evident that some terrible things happened to him and those things left their marks on his mind. hell, their first meeting was when red was having some sort of ptsd-related episode and tripped over amala, who was sitting on the sidewalk at the time.