#I barely know anything about prompto but i think these two would get along.
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Ah, the genius fox versus an animal lover and photographer. Who's the better blonde?
#blonde men fight#prompto argentum#miles tails prower#sonic the hedgehog#final fantasy xv#I barely know anything about prompto but i think these two would get along.
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12,13,14.&19, if you could please?
Thank yoouuu again for indulging me friend!! ;u; <3 (Behind The Scenes Fic Questions)
12.) Is there a trope you havenât written yet but really want to?
I don't know what this really qualifies under as a Trope per se, but I've always wanted to try writing a whumpy fic where Noct gets taken captive and experimented on. Experimented in the sense of trying to suppress his magic or tap into the power of the crystal or whathaveyou through Noctis. Something along those lines as long as it has to do with messing with Noct's magic/magic responses, forcing him into a constant stasis and then pushing him to the limits so to speak.
Listen. All I really want is an excuse for Noct to be strapped in a chair, barely coherent because everything is taking a toll on him. And I just want him to fucking snap because whatever test or method they try next is not only painful - but he's just so overwhelmed that it sets off some wild, magical self preservation instinct in Noctis.
He can't control it. He screams while his eyes ignite that violet color like when he summons one of the six. The lights above him and windows around him fucking shatter and short circuit. He busts out of his restraints like it's nothing. Anyone or anything in the near vicinity is absolutely fucked and terrified.
Basically, give me Noctis feral with power and the bros/Nyx/Cor having to talk him down and snap him out of it.
*coughs* So, um. Yeah what trope is that? ...is this a trope? What's a trope again, I need a dictionary lmao
13.) Is there a trope you wouldnât write if it was the last trope on earth?
Hmm.. probably unrequited love because... I mean that's just no fun to me ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
14.) If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?
I accepted my fate and dug my grave with Nyx and Noct years ago. There's no turning back now.
Lmao that surprises no one, SO ASIDE FROM THE OBVIOUS, IF I HAD TO CHOOSE ANYONE ELSE. Hmm.. I think I'd choose Merlin from bbc Merlin because I at least have someone fun and magical (and wouldn't that be handy on a deserted island) to pass time with! Aaaand.. Agent Twilight aka Loid Forger from Spy x Family. Not only am I simping HARD for the man lately, but between him and Merlin, I'd be safe as fuck. He's fucking smart and would probably have some spy connection that ends up getting us off the island anyway. And while he wait - he can make me and Merlin foooood. He'll find a way, he always does that smooth culinary fucker. I'd trust Twilight and Merlin with my goddamn life, fuck!
15.) Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?
See... given that I kinda stay in my little NyxNoct corner and don't venture much into writing outside of them - I guess it's easy to say that both of them are the easiest for me to write? At the same time it's still hard because... well, I don't know if I even write them well? Don't get me wrong, I personally enjoy the way I write them, but at the same time I sometimes wonder if, despite that, I write them in a way others would consider "in character". Sometimes I think I do, but sometimes I doubt myself too. It can be a back and forth thing at times, but at the end of the day I still manage to write things I'm proud of.
Again, OUTSIDE of those two. The hardest character for me to write is without a doubt Ignis. Why? I have no clue. Whenever I look at the bros and think about writing them it just goes like this:
Noct: Yeah cool I got this Gladio: Mmm yeah I can pull this off probably Prompto: Erm, winging it but I think it'll be okay Ignis: ????
Not to talk about Cagefighter AU again but. Listen. The aside is a Monster for many reasons. I am nervous about the aside for Many Reasons. One of those many reasons for both of these circumstances is "I hope to fucking god I can write a convincing and in-character Ignis because he's a big part of the whole damn thing. Everyone start your prayer circles for me n o w."
I think for the most part I've been able to do him justice, and in turn it's starting to help build my confidence a little with writing him. But to say it hasn't been challenging would be a lie.
As always, I am doing my best ;u;
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Asking For It
Prompto and Noctis have always been great friends, and as it turns out, they seem to have similar tastes... at least when it comes to tickling.
a/n: hi i had this rly soft idea in my head and i- (worms fall out of my pocket) oh god oh shit fuck im so sorry goddammit fuck
Itâd been a rather innocent question. A question that Noctis found intriguing, adorable and relatable all at the same time. A question heâd never dared to ask himself, in fact. Even during the times where he was feeling extremely touch-starved, or just wanted some affection in his own... Noctis way.Â
He wouldâve never guessed Prompto was the same.Â
Both Gladio and Ignis knew about Noctisâ and Promptoâs weakness, and even shared similarities. Tickling wasnât uncommon between the four of them, although most of the time Noctis or Prompto would end up being the victims. Compared to Gladioâs strength and Ignisâ wit, the two of them were nothing but a ticklish mess of nerves. Not to say that they never got back at them, because of course they did, but more often than not these revenges would end up as failed attempts.Â
But as time went on, and so did the frequent tickling, Prompto and Noctis found themselves starting to feel differently about the whole ordeal. While at the beginning of their trip theyâd constantly try to thrash their way out of, say, Gladioâs bear hug (which was impossible), now theyâd hardly try. Noctis had just thought he was getting used to being tickled nearly daily, or that his body was naturally reserving his strength for fighting. And then... a spontaneous 3AM realization hit him.
He liked being tickled.
Not in a sexual way, of course, it was more of an... intimate interest... as he would put it. Something he would only trust his romantic partners with. And since he was dating Ignis, Gladio and Prompto, there was no worry there. But theyâd always tickle him until he was wheezing with silent laughter, which made Noctisâ mind wander.
Before he knew it, heâd started craving it. He would purposely stretch his arms over his head, leaving himself wide open for attack. He would attack the others in hopes that they would get him back (which usually worked). But after a while, he started to crave something more. Or... something less, depending on who you asked.
He started to find himself staring at loose Chocobo feathers for a little too long, and luckily the others just thought he was staring into space. He noticed he would stare at his companionsâ hands quite often, and before he knew it he could feel the ghosts of fingers scribbling at his tummy, which would make him visibly shiver. It was only a matter of time until he realized exactly what he wanted.Â
He was way too embarrassed to ask any of his boyfriends, though. He knew there wouldnât be any judgement, and that theyâd happily do it... but still... there was something stopping him from asking. And so... he tried to ignore it.
He thought about it a lot, though.Â
He just loved to imagine fingers sliding across his tummy, wiggling so gently and teasingly. A voice teasing him about how ticklish and adorable he is. Gentle kisses to his neck as hands roamed around-
âHey, Noct!â Prompto peaked his head in through the tent, causing the prince to startle. âSorry, didnât mean to scare you. Got a minute?â
Noct blinked. Heâd almost completely forgotten where he was. Ignis and Gladio had gone out to get some ingredients for dinner, and so Prompto and Noctis were left to their own devices.Â
Without giving the prince time to reply, Prompto entered the tent and cuddled up to his boyfriendâs side, a content sigh escaping him.
âSomeoneâs affectionate today,â Noctis chuckled.
âIâm affectionate every day, dude. Gotta meet my cuddle quota!â Prompto exclaimed, tackling Noctis to the floor and nuzzling against his neck.
âHehehey!â Noctis giggled. âTh-that...â
âTickles?â Prompto finished the sentence, raising his head up from the princeâs shoulder to look at his boyfriend. âActually... I didnât come here just for cuddles... there was something else I wanted to ask...âÂ
Noctis tilted his head, waiting for Prompto to ask his question, but in response Promptoâs face flushed a bright red and he averted his gaze.
âI-I... um...â He stuttered, before hiding his face behind his hands in embarrassment. âThis is so embarrassing!âÂ
âProm... whatever it is, I promise I wonât judge you,â Noctis reassured.
âI know itâs just... itâs silly...â With that, Prompto took a deep breath, and...
âCanyouticklemeplease-â
âHuh?â The words came out jumbled and quiet, but Noctis definitely heard the cursed word in there somewhere. âC-Can you repeat that?â Prompto whined, and then took another deep breath.
âC-Can you... uh... t-t-tickle me... please?âÂ
So that is what he said after all!Â
âYou want me to tickle you?â Noctis asked, and Prompto nodded sheepishly.
âY-You donât think itâs... weird... do you?â
âNo! Of course not! Itâs just that...â Noctis awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, shooting Prompto a shy smile. âI thought I was the only one.â His face flushed a bright pink as he said that.Â
Prompto blinked, then smirked, quickly shifting their positions so that Noctis was pinned on his back.Â
âYou too, huh?â He scritched underneath Noctisâ chin, earning a surprised squeak from him. âI wouldnât mind taking care of that for you,â he whispered.
âB-But what about you? You asked first!âÂ
âI can wait, you look too cute right now!â Prompto wiggled his fingers in the air, and Noctis squeaked and turned his head away from the wiggling digits, closing his eyes so he didnât have to look at them.Â
âWait!â Noctis grabbed Promptoâs wrists for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath. âI-I donât just... want to be t-tickled... well I do, itâs just, in a specific way...â Carefully, he guided Promptoâs hands to his stomach. âJust... be gentle...â
Prompto smiled sweetly, and kissed Noctisâ forehead before his hands slipped underneath the princeâs shirt.
âYouâre adorable!â He exclaimed, giving a slight giggle of his own. âAnything for you, Your Ticklishness~â There was that teasy, sing-song tone that Noctis had been hoping for. He knew Prompto was big on teasing while tickling, but he had no doubt that heâd be more ruthless with it now that Noctis had asked.
Fingers began to move, and the princeâs body jerked in response to the slight movement of fingers. As they continued, Noctis tried to contain his giggles, keeping a hand over his mouth to hide his growing smile.
âDonât be like that, Noct! I wanna see you smile!â Promptoâs fingers sped up ever so slightly, lightly scratching at the sides of Noctisâ tummy. Giggles began to pour out of the ticklish prince, and Prompto moved Noctisâ hands over his head, chuckling when he didnât put them down again. âKeep your arms up the best you can for me, âkay?âÂ
Noctis obliged, keeping his hands above his head just like Prompto asked. Noctis looked at Prompto, who was smirking at him with a mischievous glint in his eye.Â
Slowly, his hands descended onto the princeâs sensitive ribs, scritching gently at the lower area of the spot. Noctis squeaked in response, his face flushing a bright red when Prompto traced the lowermost ribs.Â
âEhehe- Prompto!â Noctis aimlessly called out, twitching in response to the light tickling.Â
âThis seems like a preeeetty good spot!â Prompto announced. âThink Iâll stick around here for a bit~â The blondeâs fingers kept tracing along the ticklish skin, watching as Noctis quivered underneath his fingertips. The princeâs giggles became squeakier, and he was wiggling involuntarily, but his hands stayed above his head.Â
That was until the gunmanâs hands moved to his sides.
Noctis yelped, his arms immediately coming down to defend the ticklish area.Â
âNoct!â Prompto laughed. âYouâre supposed to keep your arms up!â He teased, poking Noctisâ sides repeatedly. The princeâs laughter increased in volume as he desperately tried to lift his arms up, but instincts told him to keep them at his sides.
âI cahahanât!!â Noctis squeaked when Prompto moved his arms above his head again.Â
âToo ticklish?â Prompto teased, before giving Noctis a quick peck to his cheek. âDonât worry, Iâll be nice and gentle!~â With that, his fingers were on the move once more. Wiggling slightly, the evil digits traced up and down Noctisâ sides, gliding from the sides of his ribs to just above his hips. The ticklish prince had buried his head in his shoulder to attempt to hide the blush and smile on his face, but there was no denying that he was extremely flustered right now.
While he did try to control his laughter somewhat, giggles still flowed out of him quite freely. Those giggles turned into laughter when Prompto located a particularly ticklish bundle of nerves just above Noctisâ hipbones, and began gently circling his fingers over the spot, making Noctis arch his back slightly. And of course, there was that cute, squeaky laugh that came out whenever a sweet spot was being tickled.Â
âAww, does that tickle?â Prompto taunted, chuckling when Noctis shook his head. âNo? Well I guess you wouldnât mind if I moved on to your tummy then!âÂ
Promptoâs fingers glided over to Noctisâ stomach, which made the princeâs entire body shudder. Oooh, this was gonna be a fun spot...
âPromptohoho!â Noctisâ giggles were now a full stream of squeaky laughter.
âYes?â
âIt- ahah! It tickles!âÂ
âWell, yes, thatâs the point,â the gunman chuckled. His fingers continued to work their magic around Noctisâ tummy. They skittered around the sides, circled around his bellybutton, even traced along his waistline, which earned the cutest squeals.Â
âWhoâs my ticklish little prince, huh?~â Prompto sang, his fingers idly tracing random shapes over Noctisâ stomach. âYou loooove this, donât you? Sure sounds like you do~âÂ
âShuhuhut up!!â Noctis could barely handle the teasing, in fact, it made him feel even more ticklish than before.Â
âWell, thatâs not very nice,â Prompto stopped the tickling, but still rested his hands on Noctisâ tummy. âI think you should apologize, after all...â he leaned closer to Noctis to whisper to him.
âYou did ask for this~âÂ
Noctis groaned, flustered out of his mind. His face felt impossibly hot, and the tips of his ears were red at this point. He hid his face in his hands, but he couldnât hide the fact that he was enjoying every moment of this.
âDonât hide!â Promptoâs hands were back on his tummy. âKitchy kitchy kooooo~âÂ
Noctis wasnât sure exactly how long Prompto tickled his belly for, as he knew it was Promptoâs favourite spot (that and his feet). But it wasnât much longer until Noctis tapped out, panting and letting out tiny residual giggles, which made Prompto coo at him. The gunman rolled off of Noctis and lay next to the panting prince.
âSooo, howâd I do?â He asked.
âP-Pretty good,â Noctis answered.Â
âI mean, itâs not exactly hard to tickle you,â Prompto smiled. âYouâre a walking tickle spot, dude.â
âItâs not like youâre much better!â Noctis sat up, looking down at Prompto, before grinning. âBesides, I think itâs someone elseâs turned to be tickled~â
Noctis pounced on the blonde, proceeding to tickle him to pieces, before they got themselves into quite the tickle fight.Â
When Ignis and Gladio returned, the found Noctis and Prompto cuddled up together, napping away in their tent.
#tickle fic#tickling#boys' night out#raptor writes#guess what! i still don't know how to end fics#anyways idk if i like this one#but it's soft so i'll post it anyway
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Sola/Blood of My Blood - Coming of Age II
@secret-engima part 2 of Sola trolling everyone, and the set up to the actual gala itself.
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"Are you sure we're allowed to wear gold?"
Axis gives Tredd an exasperated look. "You're worrying about this now?"
"We're not Chiefs!"
Sola rolls her eyes, keeping her head still as Nyx threads dozens of jeweled pins - gold and tanzanite, Sola really needs to thank the Ornata for making them on such short notice - into her hair to keep the elaborate, flower shaped braids in place.
She's not the only one wearing gems in her hair tonight, even if she has by far the most. They've all swapped out their usual wooden beads for gemstone equivalents - and pearls, in Tredd and Sola's cases. Libertus' hair is braided in a reverse braid down the center of his head, tanzanite and green onyx lining the sides.
If Sola isn't allowed to wear a ponytail, neither is Libertus, dammit!
Luche smacks Tredd's hands away from his jacket lapels. "Stop pulling at it, you'll crease the fabric, and I'm not saving you if you ruin Penny's hard work."
Tredd freezes, then glowers at Libertus when her husband laughs. "You're just as scared of her as I am."
"I know better than ta piss her off." With good reason. Penelopeia gets stab-happy when irritated and some of her pins are long.
Luche sighs as he straightens out Tredd's outfit. "Black is the restricted color in Lucian high society. Only the royal family and their Retinues are allowed to wear it at formal functions."
Even then, Papa, Noctis, Sola, and Libertus are wearing sable; the specific shade of black restricted to the royal family themselves.
Nyx pauses in scrutinizing his handiwork. "What about the Kingsglaive and Crownsguard uniforms then?"
"Same as the Retinue." Sola explains and she carefully tests the security of her braids. "They've sworn service to the King, and wear black and silver to reflect that. I'm neither the ruling monarch nor the Crown Heir, so I and my Retinue wear gold as a cadet branch."
"You are His Highness' Sword." Axis notes thoughtfully. "You could wear silver."
She could. It would be appropriate in Galahdian culture too - of any position in the Retinue it would be the Sword most deserving of that particular color. But Sola's not attending as Noctis' Sword tonight. She's attending as Princess, as the daughter of the King and as such she's wearing gold as tradition dictates.
It's also why she's wearing a Pyre-cursed dress instead of a suit like the rest of Noctis' Retinue.
Don't get her wrong. It's a beautiful dress and Penelopeia earned every last yen making it. Sable silk with golden embroidery, high waisted with flowing skirts and no sleeves on account of it being the end of August.
Sola would still rather wear pants.
"Hang on," Tredd says, "why does the King wear gold then?"
Sola deadpans. "He's the King. He can wear whatever he damn well wants."
Who's going to tell the King no?
"Where are we meeting Prince Noctis?" Libertus asks, testing the draw of the knife tucked in the top of his hose. The small blades that are part of Galahdian formal wear are ceremonial, barely the length of Sola's hand span from tip to hilt, and so elegantly decorated Sola could hang them on her wall as art. Of course, being Galahdian, the blades are just as serviceable in combat as any of their primary arms.
They don't expect to need them tonight, but Galahdian sensibilities and Sola's current condition mean all of them are going to wear them anyway.
"At the doors to the banquet hall." Sola wishes she could wear a weapon herself, but there's nowhere she can hide one and still easily access it given her current outfit. Not being able to use her magic for the next several months is going to drive her nuts. âNoctis will enter first with Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto, and weâll follow after.â
It will allow them to pull attention from Noctis, rather than Noctisâ arrival pulling attention from them. Itâs even following protocol, thank the Six for small mercies, because while Solaâs held the position of Noctisâ Sword for nearly two decades now, without the bond Ignis, Gladio, and now Prompto have with Noctis, Sola is still technically a Wayward Sword.
A fact the Court has yet to realize, but Sola has no doubts some will figure it out tonight.
Another reason for announcing her marriage. Hopefully itâll keep the idiots distracted. Because if anyone seriously tries to Court Noctis for the âopenâ position in his Retinue, Sola knows her brother will leave them bleeding out on the floor.
Not, Sola muses wryly, that sheâll react much differently. For the best she doesnât have access to her weapons then.
Sheâll have to settle for gutting them with words. She can do that.
Libertus eyes the smile pulling at red painted lips. âYouâre sure about keeping your brother in the dark?â
âOnly until tomorrow.â Sola replies. âA surprise birthday gift.â
Noctis will have enough to handle as is, and Solaâs job tonight is to ease the load not add to it. Sheâd rather Noctis focus on getting through the gala and subsequent ceremony than worry over Sola not being able to use her magic.
Heâll do enough worrying over the next several months. Even though he knows full well that Sola is fine. Itâs normal for female Lucis Caelums. Sure, Sola was hoping it wouldnât happen for another couple days, but sheâs adjusted since losing her magic yesterday and she has a full Retinue to protect her if anyone manages to get past Aunt Tiz and Uncle Corâs security.
And even then, Sola is not so far along she canât defend herself. Sheâs never needed weapons or magic to kill a man.
Luche snorts. âYou just want to see how many people you can shock at once.â
âWell⊠yeah.â Itâs funny. âIâm hoping to make Uncle Cor faint. Again.â She was there when Aunt Tiz announced her pregnancy and Uncle Cor dropped like a sack of wet cement. Highlight of Solaâs week and made taking over as acting-Captain during Aunt Tizâs bed rest and maternity leave completely worth it.
Sola doubts Noctis or Ignis will faint, but sheâs hoping to get Gladio. Papa is unlikely to pass out learning heâs to be a grandfather again, and Sola doubts nothing will shock Uncle Clarus as much as meeting the Triplets and then Axis in the span of fifteen minutes.
Prompto is proving to be increasingly unflappable, but the blonde at least plays along so Sola can expect a reaction from him even if itâs half-faked. At least one of her fellow Retinue finds her funny.
Sheâs even taken steps to make sure no one catches on early. None of the dishes tonight contain anything that will set off Solaâs nausea and sheâs going to be avoiding all the wine served except for the bare minimum sips required at the beginning of each course. Libertus and Axis will be sitting on either side her, and are prepared for some misdirection to help fool everyone into thinking sheâs drinking more than she actually is, and them having her magic means they wonât get as drunk as they would otherwise. Having her Retinue close by the entire night will help prevent anyone with magic sense the changes - and even then Sola knows itâs only because Noctis and Regisâ magic doesnât give them the same level of sense Sola and Dynâs gold magic affords them.
Her adorable nephew sensed the changes in Sola shortly after Sola herself, and has since been sworn to silence. Dyn is rather gleeful in being in on the secret and is quite looking forward to surprising his father.
Of course, the scampâs glee means that Noctis knows there is a secret, but he is indulging Dyn and Solaâs fun.
A knock before Crowe opens the door and pokes her head in. âHis Highness is on the move.â
Libertus offers Sola his arm. âThatâs our cue.â
Sola gets to her feet and takes it. Her Retinue arranges themselves around them. Nyx at the front, Luche on the right at Libertusâ side, Tredd at her left, and Axis bringing up the rear.
Sola grins, and knows itâs all teeth.
âShow time.â
#ffxv#Shadow of Heavenâs Light#Blood of My Blood verse#fusion#Sola Lucis Caelum#Libertus Ostium#Nyx Ulric#Tredd Furia#Axis Arra#Luche Lazarus#Sola is looking forward to this so much#announcing her marriage#forcing the nobles to swallow the fact that âdirty refugeesâ are permitted to wear black when they are not#that a âdirty refugeeâ is now ROYALTY#and the much more well-intentioned trolling of her family with the announcement of her pregnancy#sheâs still in her first trimester so she isnât showing yet#but she is far enough along that her magic canât be actively used#because using magic puts a massive strain on the body#so female LCs lose access to their active magic while pregnant to protect both mother and child#(which was used to argue against LC queens until the Rogue)#Sola still has her passive magic like her self-healing and passive sensing#she just canât heal others or extend her magic sense beyond her normal immediate space#or access her armiger or use elemancy or shields or stealth#but sheâs most irritated about losing access to the armiger tbh#she canât access her literal dozens of sharp pointy weapons anymore XD
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Hello! I've just discovered your whumpy FFXV fanfics and oh my gosh I absolutely adore your writing and ideas! I love a whumpy Prompto story! I've looked over the whump bingo and I think Prompto and "Strapped to a bomb" would be a really interesting/whumpy story! Of course please don't feel pressured to write this if you don't want to and I'm so sorry if this comes across as rude. I hope you have a lovely day!
Ah thank you anon! Donât worry it definitely doesnât come off as rude :3 Iâm really happy youâve enjoyed my writing!
Decided to try someone kinda new with this, going with Corâs pov for the first time, so hopefully that will still be somewhat enjoyable eheh
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BTHB #6- Strapped to a Bomb
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Characters: Prompto Argentum, Cor Leonis, Nyx Ulric (a little bit)
Whumpee: Prompto Argentum
Word count: 2568
Warnings: none
This work can also be found on ao3 :3
Cor lets his eyes finish skimming through the document in his hand. Then he throws it onto his desk along with all the other documents heâs read through and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Itâs been a very long, very uneventful day. Glancing at his watch, Cor is relieved to find thereâs now only a little over an hour until he can leave. Though of course then he has to make his way through the traffic of the streets surrounding the Citadel, which is always a nightmare at this time of day. Now with the furrow between his brows made even deeper than usual, Cor returns to the paperwork. Heâs moving on to what he thinks should be the last document in the pile when heavy breathing and rushed footsteps sound through the otherwise empty corridor.
"Marshal-"
"What." Cor's voice is tinged with irritation. This better be damn important for someone to barge in right at the tail end of his workday.
"Youâve been summoned at the entrance," says the breathless recruit. "itâs something about your son."
It doesnât even take a full second for Cor to react and be up on his feet. He grabs his jacket and phone and hurries out of the office along with the recruit. Not that itâs out of the ordinary for Prompto to come to the Citadel, whether itâs Cor heâs coming to see or Prince Noctis whenever heâs around. Normally he would just let himself in though, and that along with the frantic look on the recruitâs face - no, something has to be wrong.
"Whatâs the situation?" Cor asks, not bothering to look back and just assuming the recruit is following him as he strides down the hall.
"I donât know, I was just told to get a hold of you quickly." Comes the answer from behind. Cor almost has time to get annoyed at the lack of information, but the recruit keeps going. "Glaive Ulric and Glaive Altius are there already, and when I left they'd started working to evacuate employees outside of the Glaive."
Cor curses under his breath. Evacuation of the other employees? He trusts Nyx and Crowe enough to make that call, but since they have it has to be something serious. Cor enters the elevator and taps his foot impatiently on the floor, infuriated by how slow the descent is seemingly going. His mind races through all the different possibilities for what could be going on, and how Prompto could be involved in it.
The familiar dingand the sound of elevator doors opening cannot come soon enough, and the second it does he's on the move again. It takes him almost no time at all, though still too long in Cor's mind, to make his way to the doors at the main entrance. From the vantage point there he can already see parts of what's going on. Further down the staircase are multiple glaives already at work. Cor recognises Crowe where she stands at the side, gesturing to the people around and obviously in the midst of the evacuation work. He spares a short moment to send the recruit, who is still following behind him, over in her direction with orders to assist in the evacuation work. Then he sees Nyx, standing a bit further down, and then finally he sees a familiar tuft of blond hair. Prompto is talking to Nyx. Cor can't hear what they're saying as he makes his way towards them, but he can tell from meters away that something is wrong with Prompto. It's the way he's holding himself, tense and unnaturally stiff in his movements.
When Cor is close enough, he sees Promptoâs eyes widen, and his mouth opens in a silent plea. Cor lets his own expression soften some and sends him a reassuring nod. Itâs at least intended as one, but heâs not sure it helps. Prompto still looks so very scared, and it pricks Corâs heart painfully. He's about to turn to Nyx, to demand an explanation as to what's going on, but his attention is caught by something else. Peeking through behind the half-open zipper on Prompto's hoodie is some foreign object.
"Open your hoodie Prom, let me see that." Cor says. His mouth feels too dry all of a sudden, but he keeps his voice low and calm despite it. Prompto shifts uneasily but complies. With two shaky hands he fumbles a bit with the zipper, eventually getting it up. What reveals itself is a jumbled mess of wires and various cylindrical objects in black and grey, all fastened together with tape and zip-ties, strapped around Prompto's stomach like a horrid belt. It's most definitely home made, but there's no mistaking it. Cor recognizes explosives when he sees them.
"The hell-" Cor hisses. Though he immediately regrets that and cuts himself off when Prompto shrinks in on himself as if the curse is directed at him. Worry and disbelief swirl around in Cor's stomach. He turns his head to Nyx so fast his neck nearly twists. "What's going on here?"
The look on Nyx's face mirrors Cor's own emotions, and the crease to his brows deepens as he answers in a hushed voice. "Crowe and I found him standing here just earlier, says someone put that," and he motions with his head towards the device. "on him and dropped him off here with orders to go inside. He didn't see their faces."
Now anger flares up in Cor along with all the other conflicting emotions. Someone had dared to put a godsdamn bomb on his son. Cor feels his body tense up, and his hands balling into tight fists. He wants his hands on them, to make them regret ever thinking they could touch Prompto. But that will have to wait, Cor knows it. The top priority has to be getting that thing off of Prompto safely. He bites back another curse by pressing his lips into a thin line and wills himself to loosen the fists, though the tension still lingers in them.
"Bomb squad?" He asks.
"Already called, should be here any minute." Comes Nyx's answer, and Cor nods. He'd rather they were there already, but pushes that thought aside, they'll just have to wait. He then turns his attention back to Prompto. His son's eyes are wide and fearful, darting in between Nyx and Cor. His hands clutch the ends of the hoodie hard but even then, Cor can see them trembling faintly. Now that nobody's talking anymore, he suddenly becomes aware of Prompto's breathing. How strained it is, coming in short, shallow gasps. As if he's trying not to breathe at all.
Now every part of Cor's body urges him to rush to Prompto's side. To reassure him and tell him that everything will be alright. He knows he can't do that but takes one calm step forwards regardless. "Prompto-"
"No!" Prompto gasps, jerking back a step and stumbling slightly. It catches Cor completely off guard, and he stops dead in his tracks. Lifting his hands in a placating manner.
"Wha-"
"Don't come closer, please." Prompto's voice is barely more than a whisper, but to Cor it seems he might as well have been shouting. "If- if it blows, I don't want to hurt you."
Cor feels like he's just been hit in the chest with something hard. This isn't how things are supposed to be. Prompto, his sunshine, should not have to be this scared- for himself or for Cor. Cor sucks in a sharp breath, and despite what his brain is screaming at him to do he takes a step back to where Nyx is standing. It takes considerable effort to keep his voice calm when Cor speaks up again. "Okay, okay. Prompto look at me," he urges, trying to hold his son's gaze intently with his own. "I'm going to be fine, and you're going to be fine. Do you understand?"
After another moment Prompto nods weakly, even as his eyes glaze over with unshed tears. Cor sighs, and wonders what on earth is taking the damn bomb squad so long. He's about to turn to Nyx with this same question when, as if on cue, Prompto's breath hitches and his eyes fixate on something over Cor's shoulder. He turns around and there, finally, he sees a group of about seven or so men and women prepped with armoured suits making their way down the staircase. It draws some stares and gasps from the few not in the Glaive who are still there, but thankfully the evacuation work has come so far that there aren't many around.
Cor lets his shoulders sag ever so slightly in relief as the woman who seems to be in charge of the group comes over to him and Nyx. They exchange a few words and what little information they have on the situation, and she nods in affirmation and begins her work. Ordering three of her people to secure the streets and immediate surroundings to the bottom of the staircase, and the rest to come with her as she movies calmly towards Prompto. Cor tries to send him another encouraging nod, but he looks possibly even more terrified than before. The wide, unsure eyes and trembling lips are not something Cor wants to see on his son's face ever again if he can avoid it.
"They," Prompto tries, but it comes out more a choked gasp than anything else, and he hurries to try again. "they said not to touch it." The words almost trip over themselves in the rush to get out, and Prompto sends Cor a pleading look. Almost desperate as members of the bomb squad are getting closer to him.
"These people know what they're doing, kid." Cor urges on, thankful that his voice carries such authority and doesn't betray any underlying worries. "Let them help. I promise it will all be fine." Anything else is out of the question, he thinks, but he doesn't say that. Instead opting to take on as soothing and confident an expression as possible.
Prompto nods again, but doesn't look any more convinced, letting slip a tiny whine when the approaching bomb technicians are close enough to touch. The woman orders the hoodie to be removed, and her associates make quick work of it. It's close to torture, Cor finds, having to stay where he is and only watch. Prompto stays stiff and unmoving as the hoodie is removed and thrown to the side, where Nyx goes to pick it up. In the clutter of people now around him, Prompto looks like a forlorn kitten, fixed to the ground and scared to move in any significant way.
"Timer?" asks the woman loudly.
"None ma'am." comes the answer.
At this the woman turns her attention back to Nyx and Cor. "We're sure it's timed?" She asks. "No chance it could be remote controlled?"
Cor opens his mouth to answer but to his great surprise, and the woman's too it seems, Prompto beats him to it. "It's timed," his voice shakes slightly as he speaks. "they said so when they dropped me off⊠f-fifty minutes." he stammers, then his voice dies down again.
A moment of stunned silence goes by, then the woman curses loudly. "You should have said so sooner!" She snaps. Cor sees how it makes Prompto shrink in on himself and hears his stuttered apologies. They need to figure out how much time they have left, and the last thing he wants is for Prompto to panic now. So he takes a careful step forward, intent on getting Prompto's attention away from the lady.
"Prompto look at me!" He implores loudly, cutting Prompto off in the midst of his train of apologies. "Just look at me. I need you to tell me how long you stood here before anyone arrived, can you do that?"
"I- 6 maybe 7 minutes, I think." He answers, swallowing hard. Cor nods at him again then hastily checks the time on his phone. It's been almost 30 minutes since he left his office, though to him it feels like much longer than that. Still, that doesn't leave them with much time, only a little under 20 minutes. Cor relays the information out loud, to which the woman nods and goes back to her work, not wasting another second on talking.
Through all this Prompto has been keeping his eyes locked on Cor, exactly as told. So Cor sees it the second he returns his attention to his son. That now with the working hands of multiple people back around his waist, and the knowledge of just how long he has left until an eventual untimely death- a little under 20 minutes, it's all too much. Cor can see it all swirling around in his head, can read it in his face. It's one of the effects of having cared for someone from when they were a small child, Cor knows his son, and he knows the breaking point is coming.
"Prompto," he begins softly, "keep your eyes focused on me, okay? Only on me, ignore anything else." Prompto nods, chokes out a sob, and lets the first few tears come. Cor sees them rolling down unhindered, and the wet streaks they leave on freckled skin. "It's okay," he hushes, barely even noticing that he's taken a few more steps towards Prompto. "you've been brave today. Now just let us fix the rest, okay? It'll be alright."
Cor keeps speaking softly like that for what somehow feels simultaneously like an eternity and no time at all. The tears are still running down Prompto's face, but he's managing to keep his attention mostly on Cor and not on the rest of the situation. It's working exactly how Cor was hoping it would. When, after some time, the bomb loosens from around Prompto's waist and movement surges all around it catches Prompto entirely off-guard. But not Cor. Cor rushes forward the second he sees that the explosives are removed and Prompto is being shoved away from them for the bomb squad to finish their work, and when Prompto stumbles Cor catches him. Relief floods through Cor's body like a breath of fresh air, and he wastes no time before dragging Prompto a few secure steps back. He's holding his son, and it's okay now.
Prompto cries for another while, not at all surprising given the rush and tension from the day, but he's at least safe. In a move uncharacteristically tender for Cor when they're anywhere other than the privacy of their home, he runs his hand through his son's soft hair and places a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You're okay Prom, you're okay."
The two are awarded some peace and quiet before Nyx comes to check on the two of them and provide them with the news that the bomb has been properly taken care of. When he does Cor gives him a grateful nod. He knows it's time for him to take Prompto home, but before that there's one last thing he needs to do.
"Make sure the security footage from today is thoroughly checked." Says Cor, his voice every bit as serious as the situation calls for. And now it's Nyx's turn to nod, knowing without needing to be told what he's on the lookout for. "I want them found and identified."
#whump#bthb#bad things happen bingo#rasko's bthb#final fantasy xv#strapped to a bomb#ffxv whump#prompto argentum whump#prompto argentum#cor leonis#papa cor#protective cor leonis#hurt/comfort#emotional whump#soft ending#my writing
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Time to Go
A Final Fantasy XV story
Prompt: This is for @awildkaitlynhasappeared It is spawned from a convo we were having about FFXV. I hope you enjoy this my dear!
Pairing: Ignis x wife!Reader
Summary: Ignis is packing and getting ready to escort Prince Noctis to Altissa. As his wife, you are worried about him being so far away. It doesnât help that you keep having a nagging feeling about the upcoming signing of the peace treaty.
Words: 1820
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You watched as Ignis compared his list of necessary supplies to what he already had packed. You have known Ignis for nearly half of your lives. You have been together for the last 2 years and have been married for the last 2 months. He has always been so meticulous about planning and executing almost everything. You smiled warmly as you thought back to when he proposed to you last year.
 ***Flashback***
You were complaining to Gladio that Ignis had seemed distracted as of late. âGladio Iâm getting worried about Ignis,â you said, sighing sadly.
 Gladio furrowed his brow at you. âYN, what on earth could Iggy be doing to have you this worried?â
You frowned and looked down as you said, âThis entire last week, he has been distant. Heâs been too busy to have an actual conversation with me, let alone go out on a date with me. Iâve barely even gotten any responses to the texts that Iâve sent him.â
 Gladio laughed and was relieved that it wasnât anything actually bad. He had been helping Ignis with parts of his plans. He had gone with Ignis to pick out the ring. Now Gladio was distracting you while Ignis cooked your favorite meal.
 Gladioâs laughter stung and tears started to well up in your eyes. âGladio this isnât funny! I feel like Ignis is about to break up with me, and you just laugh about it? How can you think that this is something to laugh about? I love Ignis so much. I have no idea what Iâd do without him.â
 Gladio turned away and cringed, he didnât want to keep lying to you, âShit, YN, I didnât realize you thought THAT. Trust me, Iggyâs crazy about you.â
 You let out a shuddered sigh and asked, âHow can you be sure Gladio?â
 Gladio looked back towards you and smiled, he saw Ignis coming towards the two of you. âSeriously, YN, itâll be fine.â
 Ignis reached you and Gladio just before you could respond to Gladio. He was about to speak but stopped when he saw the tears you were trying to hold back. He gasped and reached out to wipe the tears that had just started to fall from your eyes. He tilted your face up and placed a light kiss on your forehead before speaking, âDarling, whatâs the matter? What happened?â
 You tried to look down, but his hands kept your face tilted up towards his. Steeling yourself, you took a shaky breath and asked, âIgnis, are you going to break up with me?â
 His eyes nearly popped out of his head behind his glasses and he nearly yelped, âWhat?!â He turned his head to glare at Gladio who was trying to sneak off, âGladiolus Amicitia what on earth did you say to her?!â
 Gladio chuckled and said, âI didnât say anything to YN about your plans. Youâre the one who messed up Iggy.â With that said, Gladio waved and walked away from you and Ignis.
 Ignis looked back into your eyes with a stricken look on his face. Before he could speak you, begged, âWhy have you been ignoring me this week Ignis? Di- did I do something to upset you?â
 Ignis stroked your cheekbones soothingly with his thumbs and spoke softly, âOh darling I am so sorry. I was so caught up in planning today that I forgot to actually engage in social interactions.â
 You were confused, âPlanning? Planning what Ignis?â
 Ignis suddenly seemed uncharacteristically nervous, âUm well Gladio actually helped me pick out the ring and he was supposed to keep you busy while I prepared your favorite supper. I just wanted it to be special.â
 Once you realized what he said, you smiled and laughed softly, âIgnis, love, did you just say that he helped you pick out a ring?â
 Ignis dropped his hands from your face and started to wring them together. He blushed as reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small velvet box, and dropped down onto one knee. He took your left hand into his and spoke as he opened the box with one hand, âI was going to wait until after supper, but after what Iâve put you through this week, I donât want to wait. YN love, I think I first fell in love with you over 10 years ago when you joined the princeâs class in school. You have been a big part of my life ever since then. This last year has been the best year of my life so far. YN YMN YLN, 1 year ago today you said yes to being my girlfriend. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?â
 Your face started to hurt with the large grin that was plastered across your face. You looked down at the tasteful yet intricate ring, and ten into Ignisâ eyes. You laughed at how nervous he seemed, as if you would say anything but yes. You decided to tease the poor man, âIgnis Scientia, you absolute imbecile!â
 A shocked, hurt look flashed across his face. You continued before he could speak, âIf you do not get that ring on my finger this instant, I will break up with you!!â
 Ignisâ face scrunched in confusion, âDarling, was that a-â
 You laughed and tackled him to the ground, peppering his face in kisses repeating the word yes over and over again between each kiss.
 ***End Flashback***
  You were broken out of your reverie by Ignis asking you, âDarling, have you seen my new cookbook, you know, the rustic one? I just want to be prepared for if we have to stop and camp along the way to Galdin Quay.â
 You rolled your eyes affectionately and said, âFor the 5th time love, it is with your other cookbooks. And before you ask, the cookbooks were packed with the camping cookware. Donât worry, Gladio already put all of the camping supplies in the trunk of the Regalia.â
 Ignisâ eyes lit up and he laughed as he walked towards you from where his bags were. When he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down to rest his forehead on yours. âMy darling YN, what on earth will I do without you by my side for the next 2 weeks?â
 You gave him a small, sad smile and whispered, âYou will be driven insane by those 3 goofballs,â The you spoke a bit louder, âAnd me, I will be eaten away by worry.â
 Ignis nuzzled his nose against yours and placed a light kiss on your lips. âLove, there is nothing to worry about. As soon as Prince Noctis and Lady Lunafreya are wed, we will begin our journey back.â
 You hummed thoughtfully before saying what was on your mind, âYou know that Iâve had a bad feeling about this since we received our most recent Crownsguard orders. Do you recall the last time we had separate orders?â
 He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before responding, âOf course I do, it was just before we had started dating. You were sent out with a hunting party to track down a pair of behemoths. You were gone for nearly 7 weeks.â
 You took a deep breath and picked up the story from where he left off, âAnd when I returned, I had to be carried into the castle on a stretcher. I had nearly died and I was in a coma for nine days. Thank The Six that the Oracle was already coming to visit and was able to heal me.â
 Ignis closed his eyes for a moment before looking back into yours, âGods, it truly was a miracle that Lady Lunafreya was already on her way. I was a wreck for those nine days. While you had been gone, I had realized that the love I had for you was not that of two friends.â
 You smiled and said, âYour face was the first that I saw when I had woken up. I donât think you even asked me if I was okay before you kissed me. The first thing that anyone even asked me was you asking me out on a date.â
 Ignis pulled away slightly and smirked, âWell can you blame me? You are absolutely stunning when you first wake up.â
 You stood up on your tip toes, âIgnis you are ridiculous!â You then pulled him into a slow, deep kiss. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils as his lips moved with yours.
 Before your kiss could grow too heated, you heard a wolf-whistle from the open doorway. With your feet flat on the floor again, you turned to glare at the person who dared to interrupt your good byes with your husband.
 Gladio was laughing at the pouty glare on your face, âSorry love birds but we have to get going.â He grabbed one of Ignisâ bags and motioned for the two of you to follow.
 Ignis grabbed his other bag in one hand and reached out to hold your hand with his free hand. The two of you followed behind Gladio in silence. Once you all had reached the palaceâs steps, Gladio took the bag from Ignis and headed to the Regalia.
 Ignis turned to you and wrapped his arms around your waist as your arms went around his neck. He pressed kisses to your lips in between words and said, âJust. Two. Weeks. Weâll. Be texting. And calling. Every. Day.â
 You hugged him tightly and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. âMr. Scientia, you better come back to me safe and sound.â
 Ignis returned the tight embrace, âAnd you Mrs. Scientia, better stay safe and sound here in the palace.â
 The two of you held each other tightly for a while until Noctis yelled out, âIggy come ooonnn! We gotta go!â
 You pulled back a bit to pull Ignis in for a deep but short kiss. You released Ignis to let him walk down the steps. Just as the boys were getting into the Regalia, you called out, âHey Gladio, bring my husband back to me in one piece!â
 Gladio laughed loudly but Prompto yelled out before he could. Prompto addressed you with an air of playful formality, âFret not Lady Scientia, your knight is in good hands!â
 Ignis smiled at you one last time from the driverâs seat, before the Regalia pulled away slowly and increased in speed. You watched as the car disappeared into the distance. The gnawing feeling that something was severely wrong only increased once the car was out of sight.
 You sighed and wrapped your arms around your abdomen. You turned slowly back to the palace door. Tears started to trickle down your face as you walked back to the rooms you shared with your husband. All you could do was pray to The Six that everything would turn out okay in the end.
#ffxv#ffxv fanfiction#ffxv fanfic#ignis scientia#ignis scientia x reader#ignis scientia fanfic#fluff#angst
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Noctis Birthday Drabble: One More Memory
(So apparently someone is doing #noctâs birthday bash and offered prompts and implied that we could do any ship we wanted or no ship at all to celebrate Noctâs birthday on August 30th and the prompts sounded really fun so I combined two of them and then THIS happened so... HERE?)
   Prompt: Dancing/A Night on the Beach
   Noct/Luna Ship
   âIt is a little late to be fishing, is it not?â
   Noctis looked over his shoulder, then smiled and carefully reeled in his line. Nothing was biting tonight anyway, âThere are certain fish that only come out at night. BesidesâŠâ I canât sleep. He caught the words and didnât say them. It was a silly thing to say. Whiny even. Not being able to sleep just because of what day it was. Or would be in a few hours, anyway.
   Luna sat down beside him on the dock, her nightdress looking like silver in the faint light of the dock lamp and the stars, her toes dangling down into the water despite the chill, âItâs alright to remember. There is no shame in it.â
   Noctis grimaced and looked out over the water, a rippling mirror to the night sky above them. Beautiful and dark, scattered with lights and the swirling arm of the galaxy done up in violets and armiger blues, but he couldnât really appreciate it at the moment, âI didnât want to keep you up.â
  Slender fingers, calloused from wielding the Oracleâs trident, curled around his and squeezed reassuringly, âIs there nothing pleasant to remember this night, then?â
   Noctis shrugged, pulled her hand into his lap and played with her fingers, âI ⊠there used to be. Lots of them. But now when I close my eyes all I can see is-. Well. You know.â
  Luna watched him intently for a moment, blue eyes reflecting the violets and silvers of the stars on the lake surface. Then she stood up, pulling him up with her with a hand, âCome.â
   âLuna?â
   She smiled at him, sweet and open like she used to, before the Fall, before everything, and pulled him down the dock and onto the sand. Noctis wiggled his toes to acclimate to the feeling of sand against his bare feet and let his love pull him along until they were on a wide, empty stretch of it, with only the sky above and the reflections of the lake as their light. No lanterns, no docks, no caravans or houses. Just them, the sky, the water, and the sand. Turning to him, Luna took his other hand in hers and spread her arms, stepping back so they were at arms length, âWhen I was just a little girl,â she murmured as she took a step back and made him follow, âmy favorite holiday was the Night of a Thousand Stars.â She took another step back, then one to the side, gently coaxing Noctis into following her each time, âIt was the only night weâd get to stay up as long as we liked, and Mother would take us to a clearing in the Manor garden where there were no lights but the safety runes and the moonflowers and the stars through the tree canopy. The moonflowers would be blooming, all blues and lavenders and pinks, and the whole world would seem ⊠magical. Like anything could happen, any wish could be granted.â
   She stepped again, and Noctis realized with a jolt that they were waltzing. There on the sand with nothing but the lapping waves as their rhythm, âThere would be music in the pavilions where the servants celebrated. Singing and dancing and all sorts of games. The front of the manor grounds were opened to the people, and people came for miles around to celebrate there. But Mother knew we would have to be well mannered if anyone saw us, so she would take us to the back garden instead. Sheâd dance with us for hours, just the three of us, and then when we were out of breath, sheâd pull us down to sit under the tree and tell us stories until we fell asleep.â
   Her arms relaxed, and Noctis pulled her close so they were properly waltzing now. Noctis grinned at her despite himself, âThatâs ⊠that sounds amazing, Luna.â
   She smiled up at him, âYour turn. Tell me a favorite memory about tonight. Any memory at all.â
   Noctis blinked, âUhh. Um. Okay. One time, when I was ⊠sixteen, I think? I was sick as a dog with a cold, couldnât sleep, wasnât allowed to leave my apartment on Iggyâs orders. I thought it was going to be the worst night of my life. But uh, Iggy stayed with me, made soup and tea, and he called Prompto and Gladio and they came over and ⊠they stayed. The whole night. It was crazy. Prom and I finally beat this massive RPG weâd been working through in our off time and Gladio hazed us over how many times the final boss wiped the floor with us since Prom was under leveled and I couldnât really see straight, and then all four of us sat down on the living room in like this- blanket and pillow nest, spaced apart so they wouldnât get sick from me, and we binged all three seasons of Gladioâs favorite historical drama show.â
   Noctis laughed, surprised at himself, at the memory he hadnât realized existed still, âIgnis wouldnât stop hazing the plot and the intelligence of the characters until Gladio tried to smother him with a pillow. Prompto kept mixing up the character names, Iâm pretty sure just to watch Gladio start ranting about each character and their story arcs.â He shook his head with a grin, âI donât even remember what the show was about. I just remember spending the night with the guys, eating soup while they ate popcorn, arguing over stupid stuff and laughing over everything. We passed out around three in the morning and all three of them got my cold, but it was so worth it.â
   Luna laughed, soft but bright, and somewhere along the way, her hands had let go of his so her arms could rest on his shoulders, fingers twined behind his neck. His hands were on her waist now, and the waltz was less a waltz and more a calm, slow sway from side to side in a rough circle, âThere. I told you there were good memories of this night.â
   Noctis huffed, leaned down to rest his forehead against hers, âRight again. As always.â
   Luna leaned forward and Noctis felt her breath against his cheek as she whispered, âMay I create another memory of this night for you?â
   He swallowed, dared to press his cheek against hers, âAlways.â
   She shifted, rubbed their noses lightly together, then pressed a lingering kiss against his mouth. His grip tightened, then shifted into something more like a hug. They pulled apart, and he could see the reflection of starlight in her eyes as she whispered, âHappy birthday, My Noctis.â He hummed a dazed sort of agreement, mind filled with the pleasant fuzz of her kiss that never faded no matter how many times they did it.
   Foreheads still touching, they swayed across the sand, dancing to the music of the ocean, watched only by the carpet of stars above their heads.
#noct's birthday bash#Secret Engima Rambles#Melodies and Manuscripts#happy birthday noct#ffxv#noctis x luna#noctis lucis caelum#luna nox fleuret
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Proposal HCs
This is so cute!!!!! As soon as I saw this, I realized Iâve never really figured Nyxâs character out, so I must apologize in advance if he seems ... strange. But I will still try! I wonât get better if I only write for characters Iâm comfortable with!
Proposal HCs
WC: 1720
Prompto Argentum
(Note: this will take place in the first five years after Noct is taken by the Crystal)
You and Prompto have been together for about four years after you two literally ran into each other in the Citadel lobby.
He had just started his Crownsguard training, and you were an assistant to one of the Kingâs council members.
You were carrying papers that were stacked pretty high, and he was so nervous about training that he didnât see you walking towards him. When yâall collided, you were fine, but your papers flew everywhere. And I mean everywhere. They were still finding papers a few months later.
As soon as you hit each other, Prompto was snapped out of his daze and his beautiful blue eyes were wide with fear. Heâd already fucked up, and he hadnât even started!
He was quick to try and help you gather the papers, and it was when he looked you in the eyes that he accidently asked you out. Even years later, you would tease him: âHow do you accidently ask someone out?â âIt just slipped, okay?!â
Coming back to present, he was really nervous. It had happened during a pretty peaceful day about a year after Noct disappeared. You two were just chilling in Hammerhead, waiting for your next hunt. You were inside Takkaâs old diner, sitting in one of the few remaining booths.
Promptoâs arm was around your shoulders, keeping you close against him, and you had rested your head against his shoulder. As he watched you fall asleep, he knew that he wanted to marry you.
The thought was surprising, to say the least, and he immediately tensed up, which woke you up.
âWhatâs wrong, Prom?â
âItâs nothing, (N/n). Get some rest, âkay?â
He sat on that thought for almost another five years before he actually asked.
This time it was after a hunt. The daemons had been getting stronger over the past couple years, and this was the first night he thought he wouldnât come back alive. And as soon as he saw you in Hammerhead, waiting for him, he almost broke down.
You two had been intimate before, but that night was ... something else. Prompto was frantic, almost like he wasnât sure he was still here with you. (You wouldnât know what had happened on that hunt until a few years later). And it was rough. Not like he was never rough during sex; heâd get that way sometimes, more often than not after a taxing hunt. But that time he was sloppy, and afterwards he was more cuddly than usual.Â
Thatâs when it slipped.
â(Y/n),â Prompto mumbled into your shoulder, your back flush with his chest as his lips ghosted across your skin. His arms around you tightened as his nose nuzzled into your hair. You hummed, consciousness quickly fading. You were nearly asleep when he spoke up.
âMarry me.â
That got you awake, and you shot up, bringing him with you. You turned to face him, to maybe find some sort of sign that he had been joking or not. But he hadnât been; his eyes were focused on you, and you were quickly falling into them.
â(Y/n)?â Prompto frowned. You realized you hadnât said anything, and shook yourself.
âYouâre serious?â
âOf course Iâm serious,â he retorted, his frown deepening slightly. âI want to marry you. Iâve known for years, but I never--â
âYes.â His ocean eyes were wide as saucers as you took his face in your hands. You brought your face before his, your lips barely touching âOf course Iâll marry you, Prompto.â
âGods, I love you,â he groaned, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.
Ignis Scientia
Ignis would probably be the most romantic when he asks you, to be honest. (Heâd also be kind of like Kunikida from Bungou Stray Dogs (at least, I think so) in the fact that heâd only ask you after a certain amount of time has passed.)
When he asks, you two had been together for six years, knowing him when he was a teenager. It surprised Noct when he found out his future advisor had a significant other. The poor boy was speechless when he first met you. You were a snarky little spitfire that rivalled Ignis at every turn, even in cooking, and the crown prince had difficulty deciding who he was more scared of enjoyed having over to cook.
You got along with the prince right from the start, and you rarely treated him as royalty, which he appreciated.
The day you met Gladiolus Amicitia was the day Noctis swore off every trying to spar with you. For having no formal training, you kicked ass. Gladioâs, to be specific. And Ignis was just watching with a smirk, like he knew what was going to happen.
N e ways, you joined the boys on their journey after they had reached Lestallum to meet up with Iris. You had gotten out with the young Amicitia, and during your travels to Lestallum, you regaled her with the stories of you kicking her brother's ass (yes, it happened more than once)
Ignis was loathe to let you come with, but after he had watched you tear into a man that had gotten too close to Iris, his was miraculously fine with it (in actuality, he knew youâd kick his ass if he tried to talk you out of it, and he decided that letting you come with would lead to less broken bones for the bros, specifically him tho)
When he asked, you were in Altissia (Cliche? Yes. Romantic? Fuck yes)
Yâall were to help with evacuating the city the next day, and they all thought that you all deserved a little breather before then. So you and Iggy went walking around the city. (okay, he doesnât really ask you, per se, but youâll see what I mean...)
â(Y/n),â Ignis called, and you turned (e/c) hues to him. You were smiling broadly, which caused him to smile in return. âHow was tonight, love?â
âIt was perfect, Iggy,â you cooed, hugging his arm and resting your head on his bicep. Your eyes turned to face forward, and Ignis reached into his pocket. His touch was featherlight as he slipped the ring onto your finger.
At the feel of cold metal on your hand, you looked down and your heart nearly stopped. He had placed a beautiful band on your ring finger. It was carved to match Ignisâs daggers, complete with an emerald gem flanked by two smaller and paler green jewels.
âIgnis--â
âI love you, (Y/n),â he interrupted, and you cocked an eyebrow. He exhaled a quick breath before coming to stand in front of you and taking your hands in his. âI had planned to do this when we had gotten back to Insomnia, but then the Empire overtook the city and I thought you lost to me.
âI was so, so happy when I learned you were with Iris, and that you were alive and well,â he continued. With each word, his voice grew smaller and his eyes strayed from yours to gaze at the ground. After a pause, he met your eyes once more and gave you a delicate smile. âSo, allow me to ask: would you marry me, (Y/n)?â
The tears fell from your eyes before you could stop them, but you were quick to wipe them away and give the man your brightest smile.
âYes. Yes, Ignis, Iâll marry you,â you sputtered, wrapping your arms around the man that had stolen your heart oh so long ago. âItâs always been yes.â
Nyx Ulric
(Okay, hereâs where I hit a bit of trouble. I tried to research what Nyxâs personality was like, and I think I found something? But Iâm not sure, and so Iâm going to be using a lot of artistic liberty with this one, along with some things I found on the FFXV Fandom Wiki (yeah, I know you canât always trust it, but it was the only lead I got after researching for half an hourđ). Okay, obligatory warning over. Enjoy đ)
You and Nyx were from the same area of Galahd. You grew up with him and Libertus, had even fought with them when your homeland was occupied by the Empire.
You were just a year younger than the fearless man, and it was known that wherever one of you was, the other couldnât be far behind. And that was pretty accurate, actually. After his sister died, you were always at his side; both to reassure him that you were safe (cuz at that point he thought of you like another sister) and to keep an eye on him (heâd get pretty reckless sometimes *cough* saving Libertus from Cerberus *cough*)
It was only when you both joined the Kingsglaive that his feelings for you changed. Not that it surprised him, really, but what did surprise him was how little time had passed between him realizing his feelings and him knowing he wanted to marry you. Seriously, it was like a month, tops.
After that, it only took him four months to work up the courage to ask you.
In Galahd, they had different marriage customs, and that included asking for oneâs hand in marriage. And each custom differed depending on the area one lived in Galahd. For him to ask you, heâd have to have something made for you; something with the symbol of his family on it. In this case, he had decided on a metal cuff in the shape of a Galahdian Coeurl -- the symbol of his family. The Coeurlâs one visible eye was a pale, almost icy blue to match his own, and it would coeurlurl around your wrist to bite its own tail.
You groaned as you rolled onto Nyxâs chest. You did not want to get up and go to work, especially after your and Nyxâs escapade last night. (E/c) eyes travelled down to your wrist, a soft smile reaching your lips as they were met with the bangle carved into a Coeurl. You felt the man below you stir, and you lifted your head to meet his gaze.
âMorning, Nyx,â you cooed, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. You watched with a laugh as his face scrunched in disgust. The man sent you a glare, and you laughed more, almost wheezing when Nyxâs lips latched onto your throat.
âMorning, (N/n),â he groaned, nipping lightly at the skin. Your eyes went wide and you started to smack his back.
âNyx! Donât do that there! Everyoneâll see âem!â you hissed. Even though you had told him no, you were still disappointed when he retreated, but not for long. Nyx placed quick, light kisses all over your face with a smile until you had devolved into a giggling mess.
âCâmon, babe. We gotta get ready for work.â
You groaned before throwing a pillow at your fiancé.
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Book Three: Pestilence (Ignis x Reader) Chapter Six
A couple of days have passed since the group's trip up the Rock of Ravatogh. They were currently back in Lestallum, heading toward the gas station on the main road. "Don't wanna keep Cid and Cindy waiting. They're fixin' up the boat as we speak," Gladio stated.
"We ought to thank them," Ignis said.
"Actually, Jared's the one we oughta thank."
"Yeah..." Prompto mumbled melancholically. "He really thought of everything."
Noctis and the others meet up with Iris at the Coernix Station, where she awaits them beside the Regalia. "Filled 'er up for ya!" She chanted when she turned and saw the group approaching.
"Thanks," Gladio said to his younger sister.
"So, um..." Prompto glanced around the large group. "How is this gonna work? There's six of us, but only five seats."
"Oh..." Iris mumbled in realization. "Maybe I should-"
(Y/n) quickly interrupted the young girl. "I've my own ride. Iris will ride in the backseat with Noctis and Gladio."
Gladio crossed his arms with a smirk. "More surprises for us?"
"More or less," she grins. Lifting her hand, she placed her fingers in her mouth and whistled. A cloud of smoke surrounded the group before dissipating. Standing a few feet in front of Pestilence was a horse.
Iris gasped, placing her hands over her mouth in shock. "How did you...?"
"This is Erra, my loyal steed. He will be my ride," (Y/n) exclaimed.
Gladio explained to his sister who the white-haired girl truly was while the horse meandered away from his rider and seemed to be attracted to Ignis. His hooves clicked against the pavement as he approached the strategist. Ignis wasn't fazed, more shocked than anything, as Erra sniffed the front of his dress shirt.
Pestilence watched with a giggly grin plastered on her face. "Seems you've caught his interest, Ignis."
Ignis stared into the white of Erra's eyes as he reached out a gloved hand slowly toward his muzzle. The horse stepped forward when it saw the advisor's hesitation and placed his muzzle against the man's hand with a joyous snort.
"Magnificent," Ignis gasped in wonderment as he petted the steed. Erra closed his eyes, enjoying every stroke of the tactician's fingers.
(Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest, popping out a hip. "What a greedy horse..." Erra heard his rider and his eyes opened. He trotted over to her and bumped his head against the side of hers, making the Horseman laugh. "Yes, yes. I know it's been a while, but I need your assistance now."
Erra bobbed his head up and down with a huff, nuzzling his snout against her cheek as a way to say he'll help. The Horseman scratched the top of his head with a smile.
After Gladio finished his explanation, Iris was in complete shock and stared at the ivory-haired girl with wide eyes. "No way..." She mumbled. "They're real? I thought the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were just a scary fairytale. Gladdy told me the tale about them a couple years ago."
"Those tales you speak of are falsified," (Y/n) stated. "Our true tale has yet to be written in the pages of any book."
"What's the real one?" Iris asked curiously.
***
Four souls were pulled from the four corners of Hell, gifted with abilities no human, god, nor daemon could comprehend. Each soul was given one of four aliases that accompanied their powers-War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death. Now dubbed the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by the Daemon King, Aeshema, they were sent to a world between the living and the dead known as the Inner Sanctum-a domain where the Four Horsemen would reside and keep order of the monsters who relish to break the seal preventing them from entering the world of the living and quenching their bloodlust.
With the seal preventing the monsters from escaping to the land of the living shattered, the Horsemen were tasked with traveling to the bustling world to hunt down the monsters that escaped and kill them before humans fell victim to their bloodlust. Once each Horseman slew their share of the monsters, they would be granted passage back to the Inner Sanctum.
Once the Four Horsemen reached the gateway and entered the portal, they arrived in the land of the living. Famine, Death, Pestilence, and War went their separate ways and disguised themselves as humans in order to walk among the living and hunt down the monsters incognito without startling the lives around them.
***
"It's shorter than I though it would be," the young Amicitia comments.
"That's because the story has yet to have a conclusion," (Y/n) grinned. "The final details are currently in the works as we speak."
"Wow," she gasped. "Does that mean all of us are a part of the story?"
Pestilence nodded. "Yes."
"That's cool and...a little scary."
"C'mon, ladies. Time to head out," Gladio called out to them.
Iris nodded with a joyous smile. "Let's get this show on the road!"
As the boys and Iris pile into the car, (Y/n) mounts Erra. She threads her fingers through his creamy mane and combs through a few knots. "All set?" She glanced down at the people in the car beside her.
"You bet," Noctis replied, looking up at her. "Think you can keep up?"
Erra scuffed his hoof against the asphalt in response, causing Pestilence to grin. "I should be the one asking you that question."
Ignis started the Regalia, the engine coming to life with a faint roar. Erra followed after the vehicle as it left the gas station and took off down the road away from Lestallum. Without needing guidance, the steed kept pace with the car, running beside it on the shoulder of the road.
From the corner of her eye, (Y/n) could distinctly catch a glimpse of the flash every time Prompto took a picture. While riding atop Erra, she could hear what the group was discussing. "Looking at the Regalia really reminds me of home," Iris said with a gentle smile.
"It sure doesn't look like any of the cars you see around here," Prompto points out.
"And it's a lot roomier, too! I can't imagine trying to cram five people, including Gladdy, into one of those things. Even just trying to squeeze Noct, (Y/n), and myself in the backseat would be difficult. Have you ever ridden in one?"
Noctis shook his head. "Can't say we have."
"There was barely enough room for our luggage! Thank goodness you guys could give me a lift."
"Think the others made it to Caem alright?" Gladio pondered.
"I suppose we'll find out when we get there," Ignis stated.
"I could check on them if you so desire," (Y/n) spoke up.
"Yeah, but how're we suppose to contact you?" Noctis asked. "Doubt you have a phone."
"The orb," she replied, grabbing Ignis' attention. "It's not just an artifact. It's a summoning device. Hold it in your palm and call my name. I'll be at your side within mere seconds." Their eyes briefly met before the advisor had to refocus his gaze on the road ahead to avoid crashing.
"It's okay, (Y/n)!" Iris shouted. "I'd rather have you along for the ride. It's nice having another girl around to talk to!"
Pestilence smirked at the young Amicitia before turning her gaze forward. She was about to respond but was interrupted by a roaring engine above. Glancing up, her eyes narrowed when she spotted an enormous ship flying overhead.
Gladio clicked his tongue with a groan. "Oh, great. Another flying fortress."
"You've encountered such a ship before?" (Y/n) asked.
"Indeed," Ignis replies. "Let's pull over."
"Noct..." Iris mumbled in worry, glancing at the young prince to her left.
"Relax," the raven-haired boy soothes her. "We've got this."
The royal retinue, Iris, and (Y/n) soon come upon Old Lestallum. Ignis pulls over and parks the Regalia in front of the motel. "Taking matters into hand?"
"Delivering justice for Jared," Noctis declares, climbing out of the vehicle alongside his companions.
"And for Talcott, too," Prompto adds.
The bodyguard eyed his little sister as she exited the backseat and walked toward the motel. "Iris, I'll need you to wait here."
She nodded in response. "Alright." She looked toward the (e/c)-eyed girl, wondering if she was going to tag along. "Are you going with them, (Y/n)?"
"We require her assistance," Ignis answered before said girl could. "Our apologies, Iris."
She shook her head. "It's fine. Just be careful out there-all of you."
The royal advisor reverted his gaze back to the prince. "Careful, Noct-only fools rush in. I suggest we review our intelligence and devise a plan."
Noctis agreed with him and placed a whistle in his mouth. Blowing into it, four chocobos came charging up the highway, answering the call. They skidded to a stop in front of the gas pumps a few feet from Erra and (Y/n). "Let's go!" The azure-eyed boy hopped onto the turquoise-feathered bird while the others mounted the remaining three chocobos.
The four chocobos, along with Erra, took off down the road and left the limits of Old Lestallum. They rode across the bridge and toward Fort Vaullerey. "Surprised to see 'em this far out," Noctis commented as they searched for a vantage point.
"Leave no plot of land unconquered," Prompto retorts.
"Those aren't conquering numbers," Gladio tells the photographer.
"Likely building a supply line it would behoove us to cut," Ignis stated.
They rode up the side of a hill around the side of the cement walls, spotting soldiers and machines patrolling the area around the fort. (Y/n) gestured to a watchtower located near one of the walls. "A perfect spot to devise a plan. With a view of the innards of the fort, constructing a plan will be a cinch."
"How're we suppose to get around the guards and the massive machines?" Prompto asked.
"If we attack, all eyes fall upon us and our plans of infiltration will be disrupted." (Y/n) hops off Erra and pats his side. "Be a dear and cause a distraction." The horse nods and takes off toward the prowling enemies.
Ignis, seeing the Horseman was without a ride, offered her a lift on his chocobo. She accepted his kindness and mounted the white-feathered creature with his help. The saddle was a little cramped, but it wouldn't be long before the two would have to dismount and head in on foot. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he tugged in the reins, urging the large bird to follow after his companions.
Feeling her arms around him caused his heart to race, threatening to burst through his ribcage and out of his chest. Never in his life has he ever been so conscious of a girl until he met (Y/n). Their conversations were full of meaning and never had Ignis felt such a deep connection with the opposite sex before meeting her. Though he has only known the Horseman for a week, he would be lying if he said their newly developed bond wasn't already on a much deeper level than he had anticipated.
Whenever Ignis thought of Pestilence, all he could imagine were their lengthy chats, her kindness, and the haunting images the nightmare that has infested his mind during his sleep plagued him with. For the past few days, the images became clearer and clearer. He could make out names and where the nightmare took place. He wanted to ask her about such gruesome imagery, but he felt it would be prying into something with much more deeper meaning than he could grasp. Every time he heard her hoarse, begging tone, he desperately would try to save her from plummeting to her death, but everything he did was all in vain.
"Ignis?" (Y/n) called out to him. He blinked a few times with a small 'hmm' before realizing they had reached a point where the chocobos refused to pass. She unwound her arms from around his waist and hopped off the bird. "Are you alright? You seem to have been deep in thought."
"Yes," he responds in a low voice, dismounting the chocobo.
Pestilence knew he was lying by the look in his eyes, but she zipped her lips and decided not to pry. "Shall we? The others have already rushed ahead."
The strategist nodded and followed the others up a stairwell, eliminating a couple of soldiers before trekking up the stairs leading to the watchtower. Noctis tugged at his bangs and glanced at the two latecomers. "What were you two doin'?"
"Chatting," (Y/n) responded.
"A.K.A. flirting," Gladio grinned playfully.
The Horseman placed a hand on her hip and stared disapprovingly at the brute. "I've no clue as to why you think we're "flirting" nonstop, but not once have we exchanged intimate words. Hold your tongue, Gladiolus."
"Ooh," Prompto snickered. "She didn't use your nickname, big guy. (Y/n)'s got a sassy side to her!"
The Horseman rolled her eyes with a frown. Noctis cleared his throat, grabbing everyone's attention. "So, what's our plan?"
Ignis, mentally thanking the prince for changing the subject, spoke. "Find the base commander and take him into custody. Targeting metal men will yield little in the way of reconnaissance, but bones bend easily. We'll split into two groups of two. Prompto and Gladio will generate a diversion. (Y/n) will accompany us in procuring the commander."
Prompto hooked his fingers through the belt loops of his pants and grinned. "Aw, yeah-making a scene is what I do best."
"A spark of confidence is all it takes," (Y/n) states.
Ignis adjusted his glasses, glancing between the interior of Fort Vaullerey and the raven-haired boy. "Noct, are you prepared?"
Noctis met his advisor's determined gaze with his own unwavering one. "Let's do this."
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Prompto paces back and forth in the hall. Everything so far is going according to plan, minus the fact heâs sure heâs sweating through the fancy suit Ignis helped him pick out for the meeting.
He loosens his black tie a little, hoping he doesnât start to hyperventilate due to his rising anxiety. Does he smell nice? Does his hair look ok? He slicked it down just for the occasion.
Promptoâs not had his hair down in public for several years now; the last time he recalls having it like that was high school, but today is a special day and he wants to look his best.
The blonde attempts to discreetly check his suit to make sure thereâs no huge pit stains. Heâd die on the spot if there was, but thankfully the Astrals have decided to give Prompto Argentum a pass.
Prompto carefully pulls his phone out of his suit pocket, checking the time. Itâs early still, so he decides to flick on the camera and check if he looks ok.
Heâs a little paler than usual, but thatâs to be expected with the subject of the appointment heâs planned. Heâs going to ask King Regis for his sonâs hand in marriage.
He sighs and places his phone in his pants pocket before nervously biting at his lip and patting his back pocket to make sure he has the ring box.Â
Maybe it was foolish to also bring that, but if he gets Regisâ blessings he wants to know if this ring screams âNoctâ.Â
âDonât faint or puke on the kingâŠâ he mutters to himself. âYou can do this.â
He carefully pulls the ring box out of his back pocket and almost drops it, which nearly causes a panic attack right there.
He steadies himself and opens it as though itâs made of glass. Itâs a small, pure black ring with a tiny skull on it. He even had an engraving inside the band: âEver at your side.â
He hopes itâs ok. Heâs spent weeks panicking over it, worrying way too much if it was tacky. Prompto quickly closes it and stuffs the tiny box back into his back pocket to avoid more anxiety and stress.
Promptoâs seconds away from bringing his mobile back out and panic dialing Ignis before King Regis wanders into view.
âPrompto, is everything alright?â he asks, concern crossing his features.
Prompto bows in a shaky manner, which Regis immediately notices along with the blondeâs paler than usual complexion.
âWould you like to come sit down? Have a cold glass of water?â he asks Prompto.
âY-Yes your M-Majesty,â he stutters out as Regis places a hand on his shoulder, then the two carefully make their way to Regisâ study.
* * *
He fidgets in his seat, hands between his knees to stop them from shaking. Heâs barely drank the ice cold water one of the butlers brought in.
Regis notices how nervous he looks. He knows the boy has anxiety, so he tries his best to help ease it. He knows that Prompto isnât as nervous about meeting with him nowadays, but today states otherwise.
âSo what brings you here today? We normally donât meet soâŠFormally,â Regis says.Â
âUm itâs a s-super important t-thing your M-Majesty,â Prompto spits out, mentally cursing himself as he does.
âI promise you have nothing to fear. Think of this as a casual conversation, Prompto.â
It feels less casual when heâs talking to Noctisâ dad, the King. Same man who could probably exile him if he wants or send him to the dungeon. Do they still have dungeons? Prompto canât help but wonder.
âWell, I umâŠâ
âTake your time.â Regis smiles at him. Itâs warm and kind. âTake a few deep breaths. Itâs ok.â
Prompto nods and carefully takes a few before reaching into his back pocket. His hand trembles as he grips the little box in it, carefully dragging it out.
âI-I wanted to do somethingâŠB-But I wanted your approval first,â Prompto says, shaking as he does.
Regis raises a brow in confusion.
âI-I read somewhere they did this with RoyaltyâŠI donât know if they still do this,â Prompto babbles before sighing and carefully placing the box on Regisâ desk.
He closes his eyes, trembling before he blurts out: âCan I marry your son?â
Regis looks surprised for a second before a smile spreads across his lips.Â
Prompto keeps his eyes shut. Dreading opening them to the worst possible outcome.
What if heâs rejected and exiled for daring to ask for the crown princeâs hand in marriage.Â
Prompto opens his eyes to find tears falling down the Kingâs cheeks. He panics for a second, thinking he could be in trouble for making the King cry.
âGods Iâm sorry! Iâm so sorry!â Prompto cries.
The king shakes his head, placing a hand over Promptoâs.Â
âIâd love to have you join the family,â Regis says, drying his eyes with his free hand.
Prompto blinks before miming âI can marry him?!â to the king who laughs and nods.
âMay I open the ring box?â Regis asks rather softly, to which Prompto nods.
The blonde is a little teary himself, but somehow heâs holding it together.
Regis carefully opens the box, gasping as he does. Prompto is sure his eyes light up, something heâs rarely seen in the tired King.
âIs it ok?â Prompto asks, unsure.
âItâs perfect. Heâll love it."Â
Prompto canât help but beam at that point, tears finally pouring.
He leaves with the Kingâs number and a hug from said King. Regis wants to know what answer his son gives, but something tells Prompto he already knows.
* * * The proposal happens later that day. Â Theyâre gamingâ or Noctis is. Promptoâs shaking like a leaf trying to make himself propose.
"You feeling ok?â Noctis asks. The gameâs paused and Prompto doesnât know when that happened.
Noctis is looking at him, concern in his eyes. He looks five seconds away from calling Ignis.
Prompto canât bring himself to speak so he nods. How does he do this? Should he ask via the game? Just get down on one knee?Â
Prompto takes a few breaths and flops down, head on Noctisâ lap, startling the prince. He feels a hand pressed to his head and sighs.
âGive me a minute,â Prompto mutters.
âYouâre not sick, right?â Noctis asks.
âFeel like I might throw up, but Iâm not sick, I swear.â
Noctis gives him a quizzical look.
âThat sounds like youâre sick.â
ââŠWill you marry me?â Prompto asks.
 The princeâs eyes to go wide.
âW-What?"Â
"Marry me?â Prompto repeats, fishing the ring box from his back pocket and carefully opening it. âI-I asked your dad and he gave us the go ahead. If you want to of course.â
Noctis goes quiet and blinks a few times, and for a split second Prompto thinks he may have broken his boyfriend until a smirk stretches across Noctisâ face.
Seconds later the prince bursts out laughing confusing the hell out of Prompto.
âSure Iâll marry you,â he mutters fondly, trying to stop himself from laughing as he carefully slips the skull ring on.Â
Prompto slowly sits up and plants a kiss on his fianceâs cheek before he speaks up.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âYou. You asked my dad,â the prince snorts.
âI thought I had to!â Prompto cries making Noctis laugh a little more.
âNo. Thatâs a super old tradition that died out,â he laughs before planting a kiss on Promptoâs lips, laughter quickly dying down. âDidnât anyone tell you?â
âNo,â Prompto mutters, making Noctis snort again. âMaybe they thought I wanted to bring it back.â
âDork,â Noctis mutters back with a smile before staring at his ring. If anything the smile widens.
âTakes one to know one,â Prompto replies, planting a kiss on his head. âSoâŠDo you like it?â
Noctis nods and smiles brightly. His eyes close and itâs that adorable smile Prompto loves so much.
âI love you,â Noctis whispers, bringing him into a hug.
âAww~ I love you, too,â Prompto mumbles against his chest. Heâs sure his fiance may cry later when this all fully sets in. âYour dad told me he wants an update.â
âIâll call him later,â Noctis replies, running a hand through Promptoâs hair.
#darkrose17 writes#darkrose17 writing#Promptis#this is based on a hc I sent to promptis imagines#I tried my best and I hope this is ok#God I love these two T-T#Cue Noct getting a ring for Prom like the next day or something just so he can have one too#I spent a while looking up rings for this if I'm honest like I like refs for stuff sometimes#I had to pick skulls like it's Noct's family crest and I just really like skulls
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Holding On
pairing: Gladiolus x Reader
genre: fluff, angst
words: 2.3k
summary: Itâs been getting harder and harder to see your boyfriend. This wasnât the first time youâve been left hanging, and youâre certain it wonât be the last.
There was a heavy feeling in your chest as you continued to wait for the approaching hour that you have now waited for the shield. You half relieved that you were waiting in a cafe compared to a restaurant, the embarrassment would have been too much for you. Although, with how things had been going lately, you would decline having dinner with him at a restaurant. He wouldnât be able to make it if his recent behaviour is anything to go by. Nevertheless, you didnât want to give up but if things continued youâd have too at some point. A sad sigh left your lips at the thought of confronting your lovable boyfriend, but it had to be done, sooner or later.
Your phone light up and buzzed from its spot on the table, showing a text from Gladiolus, saying what you feared would happen.
âSorry babe, wonât be able to make it. Need to be at the Citadel a little longer.â
Another sigh left your lungs, you were tired of this game of cat and mouse. A short reply was given before you got up and throwing out the once warm drink into the garbage before making your way home. This wasnât the first time and it certainly wasnât the last. You had hoped, knowing the saying that the third timeâs the charm, but by the Gods was this difficult. You knew he was busy and yourself as well, but all you wanted was at least an hour with him enjoying each otherâs company being out in the city. A night walk would satisfy you, but the hunk of a man would get home late and rise early in the morning. You just wanted to be near him without any distractions, but it seems like itâs too much to ask.
You walked into your apartment solemnly, taking your coat off in the slow pace as you thought about what to do. You could start with the laundry, and then do the dishes before studying for the up coming test. However, as you went along with your chores, all you could think of was him. The apologetic look in those amber eyes as he whispers out more sorryâs and promises. The wide grin and warmth he would give when you had accepted his apologies but your heart would feel lighter, thinking maybe, maybe this time he wonât be delayed or forget. But, you were a fool.Â
âI just want to be with you, Gladiolus, is that so hard to ask?â You whispered, heart heavy as sadness filled you. Not having the energy to finish the dishes. It was getting tiring and discouraging to make the plans but then, to either be rejected or wait an hour before receiving a text saying he wonât be there. You inhaled deeply as you placed the final plate back into the cupboard, body heavy as you made your way towards the couch. Flopping down on the soft surface and tried to think of something else other than the shield.
Lo and behold, a saviour; your phone rings loudly. You grumble as you get off the couch making your way towards the kitchen where you left your phone. The caller is Iris, a light smile appears on your face. You answer it happily, voice carrying through your tiny home.
âHey! Howâs it going, Iris?â
âIâm doing alright, how are you?â Irisâ voice carried through the phone, happily humming on the other side.
âIâm alright, a bit bored.â You responded.
âBored, huh? How about coming over and helping me out a bit? Iâm having some trouble with some of my homework.â
âOf course! Iâll be there in twenty.â
Iris cheered before you said your goodbyes. Filled with a renewed vigour, you pulled on your shoes and jacket once more, keys in hand and back in to the car. True to your word, you did arrive in roughly twenty minutes at the Amicita household. Knocking loudly, to alert Iris of your presence. You giggled at the sound of hurried footsteps on the other side of the door, before it swung open.
âYou made it!!â Iris said happily. âIâm so glad you accepted to help me out, Gladio has been ignoring all my calls lately. I can never seem to get a hold of him.â You let out a small laugh.
âDonât worry, Iris. Iâll be your knight in shining armour.â The two of you let out a laugh.
From there you helped out Iris with her homework, and about an hour in of handwork you declared it was time for dinner. It was getting late and neither of you had eaten yet.Â
âReally? Youâll make dinner?â Iris said.
âYeah! Iâm sure youâre hungry as well, besides if we make it soon, Iâm sure your Dad would enjoy the nice surprise.â
âOh, youâre right! So, do you have ideas on what we could make?âÂ
âHmm, well, letâs see whatâs in the pantryâŠâ You trailed off, moving from the living room to the kitchen, to the pantry. âI could make⊠curry. I think, at there is! I can make curry if you would like?â
âPlease!!! Whenever you make food here itâs absolutely delicious. Remember when you made those mashed potatoes and gravy? Dad and Gladio wouldnât stop talking about for a week.â Iris whined, but it only brought a smile to your face.Â
âWe can make this one together! Grab a pot so we can get started!â Your smile grew brighter as the event unfolded.
Iris was a huge help, even catching you on some stuff. Your heart almost leapt out of your chest when she said the curry was sweet, thinking you had put sugar instead of salt, but when you heard her laugh, you relaxed. Playing a prank on you in the middle of cooking, how sneaky.Â
It was ready when Clarus had gotten home. It was a nice surprise, Clarus had mentioned. He wasnât expecting to come home and be greeted with dinner waiting for him. He helped you and Iris set the table as he talked about his day at the citadel, making a small mention about how Gladiolus wonât be joining them for dinner because he was stuck with Cor. You refrained from doing an eye roll, feeling a little annoyed with how things have been between the two of you.
However, you refuse to let it control you for the rest of the night. You wanted to enjoy the company of the Amicita family, even if Gladiolus wasnât there. It wouldnât stop you, and you were happy. Conversation and jokes bounced between the three of you as you ate dinner. You felt warm and at home, even when it came time for you to leave. They made you feel like you were a part of their family and you would be forever grateful for it.Â
So, when you arrived home, you were expecting to find your boyfriend mostly likely in bed and fast asleep. You were barely through the front door when you phone rang loudly once again. You scrambled trying to reach for the phone while trying to close the door, answering it without question.
âHello?â
âY/n, hello, Itâs Ignis.âÂ
âIggy? Why are you calling me at this hour?â You were so confused. Ignis rarely calls you, never mind this late.
âItâs about Gladiolus, he seems to be rather⊠melancholic.â Ignis said, as if he was assessing the situation in front of him. Your confusion increased.
âWhat? Where is he?âÂ
âHeâs with me, at Noctisâ apartment. I believe youâll understand when you get here.â There was a faint shout from Noctis about telling Gladiolus to get off of him before Ignis hung up. You blinked owlishly at your phone trying to piece the situation together.Â
He was sad; at Noctisâ apartment and if Ignis is there along with Noctis, Prompto is most likely there. It makes sense for them to be together, they are friends, but you donât understand why you had to be called to the apartment. Thoughts float in as you lock your door behind you for the third time that day.Â
The drive there was uneventful but it was already 11 oâclock and you still couldnât understand why Ignis had called you to come over and see Gladiolus. It wasnât even because he needed to be picked up, Ignis just wanted you to see him. Ignis was responsible, you were sure he could handle Gladiolus when heâs being mopey, but it didnât make any sense. Why was he down in the dumps?Perhaps he was right when he said you would understand when you get there.
Itâs another two minutes before youâre in front of the apartment door and before you can even knock, you hear a shriek before it goes dead quiet. The anxiety it gives you makes your heart race and you open the door with haste. You announce your presence and all the boys look to you.Â
Gladiolus has Prompto wrapped around him with his head in a headlock. Noctis is in a chokehold trying to reach for something so he can potentially warp away, but Gladiolus is keeping him reined in. Ignis stands not too far from you with a neutral look on his face. Gladiolus though, the bright grin that was on his face begins to fade, his eyes goes soft and a sadness washes over him. Your brows furrow as a frown is etched into your lips.
âLet go of them, Gladio.â You say firmly and he follows, arms releasing the two younger boys who scramble to get away.
âY/nnnâ Prompto whined. âPlease take Gladio home, he wonât stop talking about you! Itâs all heâs been doing since he got here!â
âIndeed. It was to be a quiet evening.â Ignis chimed in.
âHow are we supposed to watch one damn movie when youâre constantly talking about her?â Noctis spoke up.Â
âHey nowââ Gladiolus went to defend himself, but you interrupted him.
âLetâs go home, letâs leave them to watch their movie.â You said in an annoyed tone. âYou all have things to do in the morning right? Try not to stay up late.â
âRight! Thanks, y/n!â Prompto called out as Gladiolus grumbles his way towards you and grabs his things.
âIâll make sure theyâre not up too late.â Ignis said. You smiled.
âIâll leave it to you.â You say in reply.
Gladiolus and yourself say goodbyes when heâs finally ready. You can tell theyâre just all too happy to have Gladiolus gone, he must have really pushed on their buttons. You sigh heavily when you reach your car, resting your head on the doorframe of the car.Â
âYou ok, babe?â You hear him close, then his heavy hand on your shoulder. You pause for a moment, gathering your thoughts.
âNo.â You said plainly and youâre sure he wasnât expecting a straight answer. âWhy is there enough time for the boys, but not for me?â You look up to your boyfriend and see the heartbroken expression on his face.
âThatâs not trueâŠâ He says it quietly.
âThen how come you were with them, and not with me this afternoon? Back in that cafe where we planned to be together.â You argued tiredly.
âIâm sorry that I couldnât be there this afternoon. I was going to be there, I was on my way out that door when Cor caught me.â Gladiolus said, hands balling into fists. âI tried telling him I had somewhere to be, but he kept saying it will only take a few minutes, which ended up taking the whole afternoon.â
You could feel the anger within him as he spoke, he must have been just as excited as you to finally meet up. Life had seemed to swallow the both of up, as easy as the ocean can drift you away from the shore. You didnât want to float away from him. Your hand reached for his, being enveloped with ease. There was another whispered apology that came from his lips.
âYouâre free right now, right?â You said looking up towards his eyes. Confusion filled those amber coloured eyes you loved so much. He couldnât see what you were planning.
âYeah, but I donât getâOh. I see.â A smile appeared on your lips when he got it, growing only wider at his wide grin.Â
âWould you be so kind to join me for a movie and some quality time at home?â You said, giggling. Gladiolus sent a wink your way.
âOf course, what kind of gentleman would I be if I refused a pretty lady such as yourself.âÂ
You let out a loud warm laugh at his response, and the air felt warm between the both of you. Quickly entering the car and making your way home, hands tangled together. You felt at home for once, warm and happy. Gladiolus was your home away from home and you hoped it would continue to be like this. Where your laughter and smiles would brighten the day and there was nothing to worry about. Where small touches would carry paragraphs and hidden gestures would mean so much more than words could express.Â
Cuddled together in bed as you watch some Rom-Com with a large bowl of buttered popcorn in between the both of you. Echoing the characters sweet, sweet words and babbling about what would be better, chocolate or flowers? You may have missed out on some opportunities to be with each other, youâll always treasure the moments you do have together. Itâs another squeeze to your hand that reminds you of something, one thing you almost forgot to say today.
âGladio.â You called, head turning towards him. He shifts, eyes just reaching yours at the angle heâs on. He hums as he looks at you with such loving eyes. âI love you.â You feel so warm, bubbly and happy that heâs the one that you love. The ever so tender touch to your cheek is another action that speaks a thousand words.
âI love you too.â Gladiolus whispers, leaning in to give you a kiss. One that you happily reciprocate, and hope to continue when the days, weeks, months, years pass the both of you by. You could only hope that these moments will keep you strong as the days did stretch on.
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Worthy Chapter 2: Adjusting FFXV A/B/O Promnis
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Ignis Scientia was true to his word and had arranged for a discrete transport back to Niflheim for Prompto. Â The only catch was he would have to travel the day after the royal banquet. The blond would have to remain in Noctisâ quarters until that time. Â With this plan came the realization that Prompto would have to spend the night, twice, in an unfamiliar place.
 He was nervous at first when the idea was brought up.  Ignis had called Noct right after they had eaten dinner to tell him the news, since he was still in meetings.  The prince of Lucis seemed to take it in stride and announced quite casually that they were roomies for a few days.
 Prompto was secretly grateful that Noct was nice and a beta.  He didnât know what would have happened if he had to share space with an alpha.  He was nineteen and really needed to get over his fear, but it was easier said than done.  Alphas scared the shit out of him. Not having had a single good alpha experience until earlier that day with Scientia, Prompto had been avoiding them most of his life.
 His mother was a beta, as had been the king.  The astrals clearly wanted to turn the tables, and his step-father had produced a litany of alphas in his wake.  His first wife must have been pregnant for years, and she was guilty of the worst of the bunch. Five sons, all alphas, and they were all dicks.  She died due to complications of the fifth birth. Wife number two came along and popped out three more alphas. She requested a divorce when her youngest was barely weaned.  She cited difficulties with the eldest sons as the issue.
 Wife number three managed to survive a little longer. She produced four more alphas to the king and unfortunately was caught cheating.  The separation was quick, and Prompto sees her around visiting her sons from time to time. The king never wished to bar her from her children.
 Wife number four, Promptoâs mother, met the king at a party, and it was love at first sight.  They were able to spend several happy years together, and the king accepted her only son without question.  Prompto had been fourteen when they married.
 The kingâs death was due to illness, and it shook his mother terribly when he passed.  She remained strong for her son and carried on in the role of queen for the people. The general populous had grown to like her, and his step-brothers knew if they kicked her out bad press would follow.  Â
 So here he was, two years later, and still no further up the line to the throne.  If anything, after the kingâs death, his chances had gotten worse. Thinking about his lack of a future was depressing.  If only heâd been born an alpha. Then maybe he could have stood a chance.
 Prompto realized he was spacing out again when Noct sighed loudly and cleared his throat.
 âYou okay over there?  I know this is all kinda weird.â
 âHuh? Oh, Iâm fine. Iâm just thinking about stupid stuff.â
 âJudging by your facial expression, it didnât look stupid.â
 The blond laughed nervously. He wasnât used to people actually talking    to   him.  His mother didnât count. She never pushed for fear of upsetting him.  âIâm okay really.â
 âFine, if you say so.  How late do you want to stay up?  Iâve got lots more games we could play, or if you would rather be left alone, I get that.  This must all be very overwhelming,â Noct replied.
 Prompto bit his lips trying to think of a response.  Yes, he was overwhelmed, but the prince didnât contribute to that feeling.  It was being in a new place with the constant fear of running into people he didnât know that worried him the most. âI donât need to be left alone; it helps to be with someone.â He offered softly.  âIâm glad youâre not an alpha.â
 âWell, youâd be one of the few to admit that.  Most people seem to think royalty should be an alpha.  I have no idea how you deal with it, since youâre an omega.â
 âNo one notices me, so not many people talk about it.â
 Noct didnât respond right away, but looked confused for a moment.  âDo you not give them a chance to notice you? Do you hide instead?â
 Prompto nodded slowly.  âItâs easier that way.â
 âHuh, interesting.â  Noct pondered.
 It was obvious that there was more on the princeâs mind, but he chose not to say anything else.  Prompto could only assume heâd realized that their lives were completely opposite. Picking up the game controller once more, he smiled, hoping Noct would understand.  The rest of the evening progressed until Prompto passed out on the sofa.
  --
 Opening the door to the suite, Gladio immediately noticed the distinct smell of omega.  Ignis had been correct: the young Niflheimian prince had a unique scent. Heâd been briefed earlier that morning by the advisor on how to handle the newcomer.  Apparently, he suffered from a severe fear of alphas.
 Ignis was extremely busy setting up the banquet for later that evening, so heâd sent Gladio to collect Noct.  However, he was given strict instructions not to approach Prompto unless he was comfortable first. As Gladio trudged into the main room, he realized this would be a difficult request.  The two princesâ had clearly stayed up far too late and had fallen asleep in the living room.
 Noct was sprawled out over a large armchair and snoring lightly.  He could literally fall asleep anywhere. Prince Prompto seemed more relaxed and was sleeping on the sofa.  The shield seriously debated leaving the suite and calling Noct on his cell phone. There was no way he was going to be able to wake Noct up without disturbing Prince Prompto.
 Secretly, he knew his charge wouldnât rouse from a simple phone call, so he had no choice but to go the old fashioned route.  Taking a deep breath and focusing on releasing calming pheromones, he slowly walked over to Noct. Sitting down on the coffee table in front of Noct, he reached out and shook the sleeping prince by his shoulders.
 âNoooooo,â Noct groaned.  âFive more hours.â He pleaded.
 âDonât you mean five more minutes, princess?â Gladio snickered.
 âNO!â he grumbled trying to sleep again.
 âCome on. Ignis needs you to get up so you can go rehearse your speech and do other royal bullshit.â
 âWhy me?â  Noct lamented.
 âYou know Iâm more than willing to carry you to your next appointment in yesterdayâs clothes, Iâm not Ignis,â Gladio offered with a smirk.  He was about to add more when a quiet yelp from behind him caught his attention. Their guest had most likely woken up, but he didnât dare look to confirm it.  Judging by the sudden change in the omegas scent, he was scared.
 Noct made an attempt to sit up fully.  âGladio, ya know it would be easier to wake up if you werenât pumping out such a relaxing scent right now.â  The dark haired prince yawned loudly and managed to pry his eyes open. âWhat gives?â
 Gladio looked at Noct and rolled his eyes.  âAre you going to introduce me to your new friend?â he asked instead of verbally berating the prince for his lack of awareness.  He truly was a smart man, but sometimes he missed the painfully obvious.
 âHuh? Oh, Prompto, yeah sure.â  Noct seemed to finally take in the state of his guest and threw a puzzled look over Glaidoâs shoulder. âHey, are you okay? Whatâs the matter?â
 The strangled noise that came as a reply was heartbreaking.  The poor guy was terrified. Gladio still hadnât turned around fully and was waiting for Noct to sort the young prince out.  Opting to keep his body relaxed and his eyes down cast, he waited for Promptoâs scent to change.
 âThis is just my shield, Gladio.  He wonât hurt you. Itâs okay.â Noct didnât wait for a response this time and quickly clambered out of the chair, stumbling over Gladio in the process.  âI promise heâs really good at keeping princes alive. You have nothing to worry about.â
 Finally, Prompto uttered a response he could actually hear.  âOâOkay.â
 Gladio took this small utterance as permission to finally face the Prince.  âHighness, itâs a pleasure to meet you. My name is Gladiolus Amicitia, shield to prince Noctis.â
 âHi,â was all the blond haired man managed to squeak.  His bright blue eyes were huge and threatening to bulge out of his head.  Then, as if something suddenly distracted him, he furrowed his brow. âYou keep mentioning a shield, but youâre not carrying one.â
 Gladio answered before Noct could.  âI act as his bodyguard, so itâs more of a metaphorical shield.â  Â
 âWhy wasnât Lord Amicitia with you yesterday when you found me?â Prompto blurted.
 Noct started turning a few shades of pink and looked away.
 âSometimes he ignores the rules and sneaks out.  From the sounds of it, I may need to start training you, too, if this one managed to subdue you.â
 Noct smirked and then frowned.  âHey! What are you insinuating?â Â
 A small giggle broke the tension, and Prompto quickly covered his mouth to try and hide his smile.
 âHe made fun of you, too!â Noct exclaimed.
 âTrue, but Iâve not had training, so I believe the insult is worse for you.â    Â
 Looking directly at Prompto, the shield nodded in agreement. âHighness, please feel free to call me Gladio. Lord Amicitia is my father'sâ title.â
 âHeâs the king's bodyguard, right?â Prompto asked quickly.
 âCorrect. My family has been protecting the Lucis Caelums for generations.â
 âThat is so amazing that you get a bodyguard,â Prompto mused.
 âYou donât have a personal guard back home?â  Noct asked incredulously. âI would have thought you being an omega meant youâd get extra protection.â  Prompto stayed silent and looked at the floor. âUh â damn, that sucks.â Noct sighed.
 âIâm afraid I have to steal Noct away for a few hours.  Will you be alright in the suite by yourself?â Gladio asked.
 âI think so. No one else new will come in, correct?â
 âThatâs correct, Highness. I do have a trusted beta guard on duty nearby, and I will give you his phone number.  If anything urgent comes up, call him and heâll help you until we get back,â Gladio announced.
 âWhatâs their name?â Prompto asked slowly.  âThey wonât come in here unless I ask, right?â
 âHis name is Nyx, and no, he wonât come in unless you ask.  Heâs patrolling this wing, so he wonât be in front of the door.  Heâs been told to keep an eye on the corridor and make sure no one disturbs you.â
 âWhat should I do if someone knocks on the door?â
 âIgnore it.  If you sense danger, hide and call Nyx.â
 The last statement seemed to calm the fair haired prince. âOk, I can handle that. Will you all be returning for lunch?â
 âNo guarantees.  Ignis likes to keep a tight schedule.  I will check with him and get a message to you one way or another.â
 âI have Noctisâ phone number,  so he can text me.â
 âI told you a bunch of times already, itâs alright to call me Noct.â  Prompto bobbed his head in response and smiled.
 Gladio stood up and gave a slight bow to Prompto before walking towards the door.  âIâll wait outside for you, Noct.â He continued on his way and went to seek out Nyx with an update.  Once he was confident all was well, Gladio directed his sleepy prince towards his next meeting.
  --
   âOne more meeting to go, highness, and then you are done for the day.â Ignis sighed.  âIâve worked to clear your schedule for the afternoon, so you can rest before the banquet.â
 âGood, Prompto and I can play more video games together.  He likes all the same ones I do.â
 âDo remember you need to rehearse your speech. Donât waste away the entire afternoon gaming.â
 âYeah, I know, but itâs nice to have someone around my age who likes the same stuff.  I donât know how he doesnât go crazy at home. It sounds like heâs got nobody to hang out with besides his mom.â Noct paused with a frown.  âIâm not knocking that. Itâs nice sheâs there for him, but heâs alone the rest of time. I have you and Gladio, but heâs stuck there in a sea of stupid alphas. No offence, but his step brothers sound like grade A assholes.â
 Ignis went quiet suddenly.  Noct had enough issues being a beta prince; he could only imagine the hardships Prompto must endure.  âDid you happen to figure out his real reason for visiting?â
 âNo, I tried to pry lightly, but he seemed unwilling to talk about it.  I know that sightseeing bullshit was a lie. I canât figure out what would be worth all the trouble he went through to get here.â
 âPerhaps in time he will tell us.  Do you think you will try and stay in touch once he returns home?â
 Noct shook his head and threw a look at Ignis.  âWho do you think Iâve been texting all morning?â
 âThough Iâm upset at your lack of manners during meetings, I will commend your effort at making a new friend.â
 The final meeting of the day was blessedly canceled, and the trio made their way back to Noctâs royal chambers.  Ignis spotted Nyx nearby when they approached and gave a discreet nod for his help. The advisor had selected Nyx specifically due to his dynamic and good natured attitude.  The man also knew how to keep a secret, and that was essential.
 âYou did warn him that Gladio and I were both coming, correct?â Ignis asked as he went to unlock the door.
 âYeah, he knows. Want me to go in first?â
 Ignis didnât answer but pushed the door open and allowed Noct to slip past him.  âGladio, do remember to give Prompto his personal space.â
 âI have been through diverse dynamics training Iggy.  Iâm not an animal. I did really well this morning. You wouldâve been proud.â
 âThat fact that I let you come alone should have been indication enough that I trust you explicitly,â  Ignis calmly offered. Gladio smiled, and if he puffed up his chest slightly, Ignis chose not to comment.   Â
 When they walked into the living room, both princes were talking a mile a minute.  Prompto had found a hidden level in a game theyâd played the night before. Noct was regaling him with tales of the boring council meeting heâd had to endure. Â
 âTwo peas in pod, huh?â Gladio admitted when he noticed the exchange.
 Ignis shook his head but still smiled at the sight.  âIâll be in the kitchen preparing lunch if you need me.â  Gladio nodded but ended up following him in with an excuse of not being able get a word in edgewise.  The two younger men had tuned out the Eos around them.
 He was halfway through cutting a sandwich when Gladio piped up again. âWhy are you taking extra care with prince Prompto?â
 âHmmm, whatever do you mean?â
 âIâve never seen you so hyper focused on someone elseâs well being aside from Noct in a long time.â
 âI care about others,â Ignis huffed with a pout.
 âShit.â Gladio grumbled.  âNot what I meant. Uh â how do I put this â you have been treating him exactly like Noct.â
 That made him pause.  Had he really been doing that? âI merely wish to ensure his safety since heâs here unaccompanied.  I wouldnât want to have to face his mother should something happen.â
 Gladio titled his head in thought.  âI get that, and if he stays in touch with Noct once heâs back home, then you can make sure heâs doing okay.â
 Ignis was struck with an odd thought after Gladio stopped talking.  Why would he care about this strange omega so much? Theyâd barely spoken more than few sentences since heâd arrived yesterday.  However, he felt drawn to the blond. Not really wanting to blame base dynamic chemistry, Ignis shooed the idea away and finished fixing lunch.
 Thankfully, lunch was an easy affair, despite a slightly rocky start.  Prince Prompto had been visibly nervous to be at the table with Gladio and himself.  For once, Noctâs complete lack of tact actually helped. Heâd picked up right away that his new friend was behaving differently in front of his retainers, so the dark-haired prince simply announced that his alpha friends didnât bite.
 Gladio had to work hard to stifle a laugh, which unexpectedly set Prompto off in a giggle.  The tension was broken and lunch continued. Noct, of course, chose to ignore Ignisâ piercing gaze from across the table.  Years of etiquette training, and he throws it away in the blink of an eye.
 Lunch was soon over and more work beckoned, as Ignis had to verify things were getting done properly for the banquet.  He quickly said his goodbyes and slipped out to return to work. However, he couldnât seem to shake the empty feeling he had once heâd left the suite.  Was it even possible for an omega to make someone feel this way? He had no time to dwell on the thought, since he had a banquet to coordinate.
 -- Â
  âYou sure youâll be okay?â Noct asked for a third time.
 âYes, Iâll be fine.â Prompto sighed.  âYou said that beta soldier was stationed nearby again, right?â
 âYep, Nyx. Heâs really nice, and he will be available if you need him right away.â
 Prompto nodded and leaned into the sofa cushion to rest his head. âHow long will you have to stay?â
 âUgh, I have to make a speech at around eight, and then Iggy will want me to meet and greet.  Blech, I detest talking to total snots.â
 âHopefully you wonât have to talk to my step-brothers too much.  Alban is only there to meet chicks.â
 Noct laughed at the admission.  âI hope he realizes that the women that attend these functions are horrible.  All they want is your money and title. Iggy has to beat them off with a stick sometimes if they come after me.â
 âThatâs really nice that you have Scientia to do that for you.â
 âYou can call him Ignis. He wouldnât mind.  Iâm sure of it, actually, since heâd been nothing but super nice to you.â
 âWhat do you mean?â Prompto asked.
 âHeâs been treating you better than me!  Asking Nyx to do guard duty is huge. The manâs a decorated, high-ranking soldier; he graduated past guarding a door a long time ago.  Iggy has also been controlling his scent around you. Gladio, too, but I think Iggy told him to do that,â Noct offered.
 âReally?â The blond mumbled. âThose are good things, though, right?â
 âYeah, totally. It just means he likes you is all.â
 âIâm only an omega. Thereâs no reason for him to do any of that.  Heâs being nice, because you would get mad otherwise.â
 Noct narrowed his eyes at Prompto.  âNah, I know Iggy, and he wouldnât act like without a good reason.  Iâm pretty sure Iâm not the reason.â
 âOh.â Prompto wasnât sure what to think of that information.  What did Noct mean by âlikeâ? He knew the prince had to leave soon, but he wished he could go with him and see all the people dressed up. âWill you have your phone?â He asked finally.
 âYeah, Iâll send you pictures when I can.  There are always some really funny people wandering around.â
 âIs it okay to use the kitchen when I get hungry later?â Prompto asked when Noct stood up to retrieve his shoes.
 âOh, I almost forgot Iggyâs got dinner being delivered for you. It will be the same catering as the banquet, so you get to taste the food.  See! Yet another nice thing my advisor has done for you!â Noct exclaimed.
 âWill I have to talk to someone for the food?â Prompto asked nervously.
 âNah, the dumbwaiter in the kitchen will buzz, and you can go collect it.  It only fits a tray of food, so youâll be safe.â
 The blond relaxed and smiled.  It appeared his hosts had thought of everything.  âDonât forget to send me stuff.â
 Noct smiled. âI wonât, donât worry.  I wish I could stay here with you and be lazy, but duty calls.  Gladio should be here any minute. Call me if something urgent comes up. Otherwise, I think you should be fine.â
 Prompto instinctively ducked down behind the couch when Gladio showed up to collect Noctis.  The alpha had changed into formal robes and he looked very handsome. Gladio smiled at him and waved goodbye when they left a few minutes later.  Suddenly wondering what Ignis was wearing, Prompto hoped Noctis would send him a picture.
>Next Chapter 3
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Hello Beauty :) Can I request a headcanon of the chocobros with a s/o that does parkour at height/rooftop parkour and freerunning ? Take care of yourself !
Sayaoqueen! Iâm always glad to get requests from you! ^^Â Youâre so sweet! Iâll try to take care of myself, at least a little bit. đ
Iâve only watched parkour videos, so that shows here. Also, I think itâd be really cool for the s/o to use parkour in battle! Enjoy!â€
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Noctis
Doesnât say much but watches with wide eyes and an open mouth as you sprint across ledges and flip between buildings.
Heâs used to heights from warping out of danger,
But he just hangs around.
You seek out the heights,
Using them like a new road,
Finding ways around your foes,
And making it all look so easy!
How do you do that?!
In Insomnia, he used to watch as you performed your tricks,
Thinking them amazing in person,
Or a cinematic masterpiece when he watched your videos.
A real life Assassinsâ Creed!!
But he never imagined that itâd be this useful one day!
He tries to learn from you at one point,
But honestly, heâs not that fast,
Or that graceful.
He relies too much on warping to be able to keep up with your footwork.
Ends up hanging by his sword as you run by, stealing a kiss!
So heâll stick to watching you as you steal his heart from the rooftop.
Prompto
He freaks out the first time he sees you.
âWOW THAT IS SO COOL!!!! HOW DID YOU DO THAT!!!â
Zero chill.
He wants to video you doing it.
You may let him.
Heâs brave enough to be in some precarious positions for a good shot,
But not quite ready to try running along those edges or flipping off of them.
Honestly, you do scare him sometimes.
He flinches when you âmiss,â
Hanging from your fingertips.
But you always recover.
He trusts you, but he doesnât trust gravity.
But with his help, any videos you make look better than ever!
In battle, heâll barely be able to keep track of you!
All heâll see is a glint in his peripheral as he aims for another MT.
But youâll always be in the right place at the right time!
You blow this manâs mind!
âYouâre a real life assassin!â
âYouâre so amazingâŠâ
Your boy is starry eyed and dazed at your skillsâŠa lot.
You canât help but be flattered at his joy!
Ignis
The first time he sees you perform a rooftop stunt,
Heâs terrified.
His first instinct is that itâs a bit excessive,
But he canât deny the absolute beauty and thrill at what you do.
Itâs so graceful.
Heâs frozen, just watching you.
Heâd be the least familiar with any videos youâve made.
So the other guys would laugh at his reaction from first seeing you.
But donât worry, theyâre just as amazed.
Ignis truly does find you to be an assassin.
An innovative, deadly, and calculating force.
But one with the grace of a dancer and the agility of a gymnast.
Heâll call you âangelâ.
To him, youâre an angel of justice,
Raining death down upon your enemies from above.
Ok, death metal like fan boying is done.
Heâs only sort of joking.
Heâll turn you down if you ever offer to teach him.
Not because heâs uncomfortable with heights or complex footing,
But because he worries heâll slow you down.
Will surprise you with a rooftop dance along the ledges, one night.
The two of you wrapped in each otherâs arms,
Dancing to soft music,
As your toes hang over the buildingâs ledge.
Itâs romantic and thrilling.
An intoxicating combination.
If anyone truly appreciates what you do
Itâs this man.
Gladio
Heâll be so joyful as he watches you for the first time!
Thinkâs itâs so cool!
Has some chill.
Heâll jokingly refer to you as his monkey.
Because he thinks you monkey around on the rooftops and cliffs.
Donât like that nickname?
Too bad.
Will try to show you that monkeys are cool.
Youâre the master of the âtreetopsâ in battle,
Hitting with precision from above before anyone else knows where you are.
This concrete jungle is your kingdom.
Gladio is not a fan of heights.
Big guys land hard.
Heâll always be prepared to catch you.
But no. He will not join you.
Watching your POV videos makes him nervous.
He loves watching you, but from the ground.
Will likely get turned on, watching you in battle.
So you need to return to the ground,
And to his arms.
Ravus
His fighting style is all about strength,
But he appreciates styles different to his.
So heâs struck when he sees you jumping between rooftops the first time.
He wonât say anything,
But he canât take his eyes off of you.
âNot the most efficient use of your energyâŠâ
He may remark,
But donât be fooled,
He loves watching you.
If you fight side by side, heâll adjust to your style.
Leaving room for your acrobatics.
The only time heâll ever join you on the rooftops is in Altissa,
When youâre racing towards Luna.
Surprisingly, he keeps up quite well!
Heâs not anywhere near as graceful as you,
But he doesnât really slow you down.
If he fears heights, he doesnât let it show.
(Donât let that fool you, Ravus wants down NOW and feels extremely clumsy up here)
But heâll be impressed and watch any videos youâre in in private.
Luna
Pleasedonâtfallpleasedonâtfallpleasedonâtfall
Sheâll initially be terrified for your safety,
Then amazed by your grace and skill!
She trusts you,
But sheâll still worry.
Will likely clap for your âperformancesâ .
âYouâre amazing!â
She looks starstruck!
Sheâs not afraid of heights or falling.
So sheâll join you on the rooftops.
But she hasnât trained for battle like you have,
So sheâs slow on the uptake and lacking in speed.
But sheâll gladly walk along the ledges with you,
And let you perform any coupleâs stunts you want.
While she giggles and is thrilled to be so close to the heavens with you.
Cor
Kids and their acrobatic fighting styles, nowadays.
Itâs not enough just to swing a swordâŠ
Ok, that was sort of useful.
He truly is impressed the day you climb Cindyâs shop and manage to get to the top of the cafe as MTs surround him.
You launch a surprise attack from above.
To himself, heâll admit he was wrong.
Youâre an assassin.
One of the oldest forms of fighting styles.
And he fully respects it.
But, noâŠheâs too old to be up there with you.
Heâll almost jump out of his skin if you hang from a ledge.
âYouâre doing that on purpose!â Heâll accuse.
Secretly, heâll really hope you are because heâs not sure if he could save you from down here.
To him, youâre an ancient warrior, gliding along the rooftops in search of your next target.
But youâre also his love, soâŠjust be careful!
Nyx
Would be psyched!
Wants to go running together!
The two of you perform high velocity rooftop dances.
Complete ninjas at night.
He loves that you can do this together.
You make games of it with the other Glaives.
Totally creating the next viral video.
Ardyn
âThatâs amazing! Now get down.â
Heâs immortal, not you.
Get down before you get killed.
He loves watching your skills,
But he knows how short your life is and hates anything that could cut it off faster.
Sure, heâll join you on the roof,
But he wonât run.
Claims he doesnât have nearly enough grace for that.
Honestly, heâd fall within seconds if he tried.
Want to see Ardyn faceplant? Now you do.
He wants to be supportive of your skills,
But, by the six, this man will worry about you.
Aranea
With a jump like hers, itâs hard for things to impress her.
At first, sheâll act like your skills donât.
But she is really quite proud of you.
Itâll be one of those moments where sheâll show you off.
Sheâs cornered and comments on how the enemy should look up,
As a devilish grin graces her face.
And you strike from above.
Sheâll glide through the air beside you as you run,
Making a pairing even the birds would be jealous of.
#ffxv#parkour#noctis x reader#prompto x reader#ignis x reader#gladio x reader#ravus x reader#luna x reader#cor x reader#nyx x reader#ardyn x reader#aranea x reader#noctis#prompto#ignis scientia#gladiolus amicitia#ravus nox fleuret#lunafreya#cor leonis#ffxv nyx#ardyn izunia#aranea highwind#hcs#asks
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Coffee Shop AU
Choose your ending coffee shop au!!! (It strays from coffee shop au)
Pairing: Prompto/Reader/Noctis
Words: 2600
Genre: Slice of life, fluff
Coffee. The worldâs biggest gift to the average college student. At least, thatâs what everyone said. By that logic, you should absolutely love coffee, given your late nights doing homework and last minute studying.
However, that was completely wrong. In fact, you despised coffee. It was disgusting, tasting like a bitter, burned beverage that made your entire face morph into one of pure hatred as your tongue recoils in a mixture of horror and disgust.
Gods, you hated coffee, but goddamn did you love cafes. In fact, your best friend worked at one, so the free teas and lemonade-reminiscent sweet drinks combined with the smooth atmosphere left you as a frequent visitor (It also helped that one of your best friendâs coworkers was a cutie).
You preferred to visit at night and in the evenings, but you wouldnât mind going at other hours. However, todayâs visit was one of your regular 9 PM visits as you worked feverishly towards a 10 PM deadline for your least favorite class.
The cafe was empty; there werenât a lot of visitors around here at night, which was very lucky for you and the cafeâs workers. Still, you paid no mind to anyone else as you typed away, using the distant sounds of cups and mugs clinking as the perfect background noise to focus on your work.
It was not to last, as someone threw their body down in the seat across from yours with a loud sigh, drawing your eyes away from the bright screen of your laptop.
Your eyes narrowed, your foot reaching out to kick your best friendâs leg. âShouldnât you be working, lazybones?â You asked, your voice teasing as you smirked.
Noctis cracked an eye, âShouldnât you be working?â He asked, eyes flickering to your laptop with a shit-eating smile. âWhich essay is that? The one due tonight or⊠yesterday?â He nudged your leg with his own, smirking at you.
âI am working, dumbass.â Your eyes flickered back to your screen, your fingers slipping back into their methodical typing as you tried to continue where you left off. You paused just long enough to give Noctis another sharp kick to the shin.
 âOw--ow, fine, Iâll get upâŠâ He laughed slightly, hauling himself out of his seat.
âYeah, Noctis! You better get up! Ig said heâd stop by for a surprise inspection tonight!â You heard Promptoâs familiar whine behind the counters as he feverishly wiped up spilled coffee and that one stain that never seemed to come out.
âDonât worry, Prom,â You called, regardless of the pounding in your chest at the sight of him. âYou work hard enough for the three of us. If anyoneâs getting in trouble, itâs this lazyass.â You nodded towards Noctis, earning a mock glare from him.
Prompto was easily the primary reason why you came to this cafe. Yes, free drinks from knowing him and Prom was great, but nothing beat seeing Prompto everyday. He was a sweet guy, always doing his best at both his job and being a good person. Sometimes he even gave you and extra cheese danish on those longer nights, free of charge. It always made you blush.
You only knew him through Noctis, who had dragged you here one day after class claiming that he could score you two some free drinks from work. Of course, that was the one day Ignis--a sucker for the rules--was working register, meaning no free drinks despite Noctisâ promise.
Still, Prompto was on bar that day. He had greeted Noctis with a massive grin as he shook a couple of drinks, and later as you collected your own drink, introduced himself as Noctisâ best friend and closest confidant, Prompto Argentum.
He was cute. You couldnât count the number of times you wanted to walk up to him and ask how he was doing, or had the urge to count every single solitary freckle on his face. His blue eyes were always bright and eye-catching; you swore you could drown in them.
Your eyes were still drawn to him, months after officially meeting him and even hanging out with him on occasion (always with Noctis). Even now, your eyes couldnât help but linger on the slope of his nose, trailing down to catch his cupidâs bow and the soft curl of his pink lipsâŠ
Tap tap
You jolted, eyes flickering to Noctis. He was leaning on your table, smirking at you. He had knocked against the wood to get your attention and his eyes held a teasing glint as he smirked.Â
âSorry, what was that?â
Noctisâ smirk only grew. âI said, do you want to grab some late night pizza with me and Prom after we close? My treat.â
You blinked, your eyes flickering back to Prompto, whose cheeks were flushed from his flustered cleaning. Pizza⊠with Prompto (and Noctis)... It didnât sound half bad. Maybe you could finally say more than two sentences at a time towards Prom?
Prompto looked up, his blue eyes catching your own for a moment. He threw you a smile. You could barely return the action before ripping your eyes away from him to respond to Noctis.Â
Noctis had an absolutely shit-eating grin on his face.Â
âDonât fucking say it.â
âI wasnât gonna say anything,â Noctis smirked, crossing his arms. âNow, are you in or what?â
You glanced back at Prompto, and then to your unfinished paper. You could.. Probably get it done in the next half hour. Maybe. Looking back at Noctis, you gave him a nonchalant nod, âSure.â You said calmly, despite your burning excitement.
Noct smirked, returning to his shift with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You were barely aware of the last two paragraphs to your paper, turning it in without even a second glance. Your mind was too focused on pizza with Prompto (and Noctis, of course. You swore you werenât forgetting about him). The idea was both nerve-wracking and exciting.
By the time Noctis and Prompto finished closing, it was easily half past 10. You didnât mind, it gave you time to try and figure out what you would talk about, how you could interact with him, even time for you to run through a couple of greetings in your head.Â
Of course, they were all ridiculous and you gave up rather quickly. You were simply too nervous to even think of a few proper topics to talk about.
âAlright, you ready?â Noctis called to you, already folding up his apron.
You looked up, catching Noctis and Promptoâs eyes as they walked out from behind the counter. âYeah, just gotta pack up,â You called, trying to keep the panic out of your voice. It half worked; there was still a nervous little trill that hung onto your last word.
It didnât fool Noctis. âHey, Prom, you wanna go ahead? Iâll help them pack up.â He said, nodding towards you.
Prompto smiled, the sight making your heart stutter for a moment. âSure thing, Noct!â He headed towards the door, throwing a smile towards you before disappearing behind the glass door.
As your stomach flipped, you realized that you probably wouldnât make it through the night.
Noctis leaned against your table as you threw your laptop into your bag, collecting your notebooks and pencils haphazardly. âYou need to calm down,â Noctis told you, watching you with a raised eyebrow.
âIâm plenty calm.â You proceeded to drop half of your pencils.
Noctis only rolled his eyes, leaning down to help you pick them up. As he tossed the last one into your bag, he stood up straighter, crossing his arms and looking at you with a strange look on his face.
It wasnât a look that you caught from him often. It was something soft, mixed in with indecision. You were caught a little offguard, your eyes silently questioning him.
Noctis let out a sigh, âLook, you really like Prompto--â
âNo, I donât!â You were quick to disagree, despite the bright red blush that rushed to your cheeks.
Noctis smiled slightly, âOkay, fine, you donât like him,â He said, despite the look in his eyes that clearly stated âYouâre infatuated with the guyâ. He paused, âBut you are kinda freakinâ out.â
You tried not to acknowledge his words, but he noticed your hesitation as you zipped up your bag. âIâm just⊠I donât want to scare him off.â You managed a slight laugh, fiddling far too much with the zippers on your bag. âHe seems⊠really nice, you know?â
Noctis watched you silently for a moment with that same strange, soft look on his face. One hand reached out, covering your own for a moment to stop the jingling of your bagâs zippers. âYouâre not gonna scare him off,â Noctis told you, suddenly much closer to you now.
You looked up, surprised. For a moment, the two of you were inches away. His blue eyes were so serious as he looked at you and you felt more vulnerable than ever before. âHow do you know?â You heard yourself whispering, your heart pounding in your chest.
Then the moment was broken.
Noctis smirked, stepping back and snatching your bag as he backed away. âWell, you havenât scared me away yet, even though you are one hell of a weirdo.â He grinned, turning around and heading to the door.
âWha--Iâm plenty fucking normal--hey!â
Together, the two of you caught up with Prompto, Noctis bumping his shoulder against yours with a warm smile along the way. You tried to suppress the butterflies that it triggered, trying to ignore your pounding heart every time Noctisâ hand brushed against yours.
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You both caught up with Prompto fairly easily, his bright smile and freckled features turning your legs into jello.Â
âHey, did you guys get everything?â He asked, smiling.
You only managed a nod, desperately trying to keep your cheeks from turning bright pink.Â
âSure did, although this one did knock their pencils everywhere.â Noctis smirked, tapping your head with one knuckle.
You tried to quell the blush that came rushing forward in your cheeks as Prompto smiled at you, âUgh, that happens to me all. The. Time! I usually end up losing more than I can find.â He whined, his freckled face pulled into one of mock exasperation. The sight made a tiny smile bloom across your face.Â
Only when Noctis nudged you with raised eyebrows did you notice that you were staring again, and thankfully Prompto hadnât noticed.
The three of you entered the pizza establishment a moment later, heading to the Noctâs favorite corner booth. Noctis was quick to toss himself into one side, lounging with his feet up and throwing you a distinct smirk as he claimed the entire seat to himself.
âDonât worry,â Prom told you from his spot opposite of Noctis, âYou can sit with me!â His smile was so bright and friendly that you couldnât help but smile back. âAfter you?â He offered, smiling and stepping aside to let you slide in. The genuine kindness in his voice and his welcoming manner made your stomach flip once again as you were taken aback at how sweet he was. It wasnât often that you met a young man like that, and you were falling head over heels for him.
By the time you pulled yourself together and managed to will your panicked emotions away long enough to speak, Noctis and Prompto were neck deep in a conversation about Kingâs Knight, arguing about which character was the most powerful.
âNo way,â Noctis snorted, âThat tactic is weak! Even the devs say so--â
âActually, itâs not a bad strategyâŠâ You interrupted, coming to Promâs defense. It was almost instinctual, and you almost regretted it the second their heads swiveled in your direction. Despite your cheeks heating up, you tried to continue. âEspecially if you take the longer route and circle back, you can totally get some extra damage thrown in there and wipe the other side out,â You tried to say, stumbling over a couple words.
It was silent for a moment. âYou play Kingâs Knight?!â Prompto gasped, leaning forward towards you with wide eyes.Â
You swore your brain almost short circuited. Being so close to Promptoâs face was dizzying, his blue eyes so much brighter up close. âU-uh, yeah, sometimes--â
âO--M--G.â He whipped his phone out, clicking frantically. âWhatâs your username? We totally have to battle!â His smile was so big as he looked at you, phone in hand, as though you were suddenly the only person in the room.
You were taking too long to respond, only being brought back by a sharp kick from Noctis. You silently thanked him with a grateful look in your eye, pulling your phone out and shyly relaying your username back to Prom. âI donât play too often but I do have fun with it,â You said, managing a small smile.
Prompto beamed, âAnd thatâs what counts, right, Noct?â
Noctis laughed, âYeah, says the loser--â
Prompto grinned, a determined glint in his eyes. âOh, youâre so on.â
And with that, you three entered an intense game of Kingâs Knight. As you all played, you guys managed to keep the conversation flowing and you managed to say actual sentences to Prompto. Prompto was genuinely interested in what you had to say and think, and the way he looked at you made you feel like an actual human being with worth. It wasnât often that anyone besides your best friend, who youâve known for years, ever gave you that look. It made your heart beat just a bit faster at the thought.
Noctis sometimes nudged your foot or gave you a little teasing smirk. And when you werenât looking, either too infatuated with Prompto or too wrapped up in Kingâs Knight with your cute little focused face, that same, soft look fell over his features as he looked at you.
Meanwhile, you and Prompto surprisingly talked a lot. At first, it was difficult to get over your blushing and shyness, but as you spoke more and more with him, you realized that he was every bit as dorky as you were. You found yourself talking easily with him, joking around with Prompto and Noctis together as if you hadnât been freaking out earlier at all.
About an hour into the dinner, half a pizza, and three rounds of Kingâs Knight later, Noctis let out a rather dramatic yawn and stretch, starting to get up. âWell, guys. Iâm beat. All that hard work earlier really wore me out, so I think Iâm gonna head home.âÂ
Prompto looked alarmed, âOh, shit, I didnât notice you were so tired, Noct,â He started getting up, looking concerned for Noctis. âWe can get you home--â
"Oh no, please, stay,â Noctis waved Prompto off. âThereâs still half a pizza left, and you guys are having fun, donât let me stop ya.â He yawned again, standing up and placing a wad of cash on the table. âFeel free to order another pizza or some more drinks, guys. Iâll text ya later.â He threw you two a lazy wave as he began to leave.
You looked at his retreating back, part of you longing for him to stay, or even to go with him. And yet, you glanced at Prompto, who turned away from Noctis and was smiling brightly at you. Prompto was a sweetheart to begin with, and you genuinely did enjoy talking to him.
You realized right then that you had a choice to make, to either leave with Noctis, your longtime best friend who left your heart pounding, or to stay with Prompto: your cute, barista crush who always had your cheeks blushing and left butterflies in your stomach.
Promptoâs Ending
Noctisâ Ending
#ffxv#final fantasy xv#ffxv noctis#noctis#noctis lucis caelum#ffxv prompto#prompto#prompto argentum#coffe shop au#oneshot#fanfiction
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"Hand Gagging " for the bthb please :D
Here you go! Sorry it took some time :3 it ended up slightly longer than I had planned eheh
This is the first time Iâve written and posted any ffxv stuff (even though it is one of my longest whump fandoms eheh) so please be kind :>
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BTHB#2- Hand Gagging
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Characters: Prompto Argentum, Cor Leonis
Whumpee: Prompto Argentum
Word count: 1950
Warnings: kidnapping
Itâs already dark when Prompto steps out into the crisp evening air, waves one last goodbye to his friends and begins on the walk home. Gladio had offered to follow him part of the way, but Prompto had said no. He knows the way well, and itâs not too far. Besides, he really doesnât mind walking on his own like this. He quietly hums along to a song he doesnât remember the name of, one Iggy had put on earlier that evening, and pulls his phone out of his pocket. Heâd better give Cor a headâs up that heâs coming home soon.
*Omw home now.* He sends the message, puts the phone back in his pocket and blows a breath of warm air on his hands before stuffing them too into his pockets. He shouldâve brought a pair of gloves, Prompto thinks as he absentmindedly crosses the street by a corner. One lone car passes slowly behind him when the phone buzzes. Prompto takes it out and the screen lights up with the new message from âDadâ.
*Fun evening? Eaten anything yet?*
*Yeah! And no, we sort of forgot.* That isnât entirely true. Ignis had made valiant attempts at getting them to eat something substantial all evening, but he and Noct had been busy with Noctâs new game. Which Prompto had beaten him at fair and square, no matter what the prince would say to that. The two hadnât really had time to focus on eating.
*Thereâs leftover thai, want me to heat it up for you?* Comes the answer from Cor, faster now than last time.
*Oh yeah thanks!* Thai sounds delicious right about now, and the thought makes his stomach rumble.
Promptoâs legs have been moving on autopilot up to this point, but now he glances up from the phone at his surroundings. Aside from one lone car at the end of the street, heâs the only one around. Promptoâs eyes land on a familiar old sign shaped like a pretzel and he sends another quick message to his dad.
*Iâm by the old bakerâs now, so Iâll be home in 10.*
*Great, see you then.*
*Yeah, see you later!*
After the exchange Prompto again stuffs the phone and his hands back in the warm pockets on his jacket. He looks quickly to both sides before crossing the road again, and well over on the other side he turns right. Thereâs a shortcut a bit further down that he plans on taking. Behind him, a lone car starts moving slowly in the same direction heâs going. But Prompto doesnât notice it. His head is full of longing thoughts of warm thai food, and the song that he still doesnât remember the name of.
He keeps walking for another few minutes, where the most interesting thing to happen is a squirrel jump-scaring him by running across the road up ahead. Then, the phone in his pocket buzzes and lights up to show a message from Noct. Itâs a shot of the tv screen and the princeâs new game, with a new personal best heâs showing off. Prompto snickers and writes out the reply.
*Oh shit, didnât know specs knew how to play that. Heâs really good!*
*Screw you xD* comes the answer.
The two bicker back and forth for a good while, and Prompto vows to beat him again soon enough, which Noct does not believe he can do. Prompto smiles at the screen, letting his legs carry him absentmindedly along, he knows he can. He beats Noct fairly often, and not that he would brag or anything, but heâs pretty good when it comes to games.
Had Prompto been less distracted he would have no doubt realised something was off. He would have easily noticed the car, which has been following him down two and a half streets already. Never too far behind, but never passing him either. But Prompto hums and types excitedly as he walks along. It doesnât occur to him to check, and why would it? He walks this way home all the time, and nothing bad has ever happened before.
Reaching the sharp left turn, Prompto begins on the way down the alley he knows will cut at least four minutes off of his normal walk. He gets a glimpse of the car when he rounds the corner, but itâs out of his line of sight soon enough. The alleyway here is narrower than the previous road, and darker too, but that doesnât scare Prompto. Though something about that car does feel off to him. It feels familiar and gives him the strangest sense of dĂ©jĂ vu. Prompto makes a valiant effort to shake the feelings of unease now creeping up in him, but it doesnât take long before the sound of tires screeching to a halt stops him in his tracks. He swirls around and scans the entrance to the alley, but no car is visible there. Still, his stomach twists uncomfortably, and he finds himself regretting that he passed up the offer from Gladio to walk with him.
A growing sense of foreboding dread settles in his stomach as Prompto slowly turns back around and keeps walking. He must be imagining things, heâs almost sure of it. Almost. The wind picks up, howling loudly in Promptoâs ears. The sound of it rustling the leaves on the ground could almost be mistaken for light footsteps. A chill runs up Promptoâs spine at the thought, but he doesnât dare look back, instead upping his pace slightly. Thereâs probably nothing, says the rational part of his brain, but then again... How many times hasnât Cor repeated that itâs better to trust your gut, and that if a situation feels off then itâs better to be safe than sorry? Well, it is better to be safe than sorry, Prompto decides and finds his dadâs number in the contact list. His finger is shaking slightly as it hovers over the call button, a combination of the cold and the nerves.
Just then, as he presses down on the button, something heavy collides with him from behind. His eyes widen and his mouth opens in a surprised shriek, but any sound is muffled by the big hand clamping over his mouth. Then he's yanked back, barely having time to register the screen on his phone changing to show the call trying to connect before it clatters down on the ground. Adrenaline and panic rushes in his ears and he struggles, instinctively twisting and squirming and trying to pull the person's arms off of him as he is dragged back. The haze of fear and confusion lifts for just long enough that Prompto's brain can finally catch up to what's actually happening, and it does in no way ease the panic. A muffled, terrified, squeal bubbles up in his throat and his struggling intensifies, limbs flailing as unknown hands grab around his face and chest. As if by a miracle his elbow connects with something soft and a pained groan sounds from behind, but if Prompto had any hope of that making things easier he was soon proven wrong. With a guttural curse the person behind changes direction, manhandling Prompto around so he almost loses his balance and pushing him up against the wall of the alleyway. A low whine, muffled by the hand, escapes as he pushes uselessly against the bricks in an attempt to give himself any leeway.
"Come quietly pretty boy, and you won't have to get hurt." A deep manâs voice hisses. The voice is low and dangerous, and the manâs breath is hot on Prompto's ear. It makes him shiver. He attempts to shake his head, to protest, he wants the man off of him. His fruitless struggling evidently makes the man laugh, a mocking bark of a sound comes from behind and then-
"-Prom? You there kid?" The call on his phone, now on the ground somewhere, has gone through. Thatâs Corâs voice. Prompto recognises it instantly and relief floods through him. For a short moment both he and the man holding him stand completely still, then Prompto gathers himself and wrenches free of the grip. He gasps in a breath of fresh air.
"Dad! Da-" and the hand is back, clamping over his mouth again with bruising force and muffling the rest of his yelling.
"Prompto?! What's going on?" Cor's voice is louder as he presses on, more urgent. He can tell something is wrong, it's obvious in his voice, and the man holding Prompto curses loudly. Out of the corner of his eye Prompto sees another silhouetted person approaching. For one wonderful moment he thinks it might be someone coming to help, but it isn't. The other person strides forward, past Prompto and the man, and through Prompto's muffled yelling brings the heel of their boot down on the phone, hard. Once, then twice, until Cor's voice distorts and disappears and the broken screen flickers to black. With his dad's voice gone again Prompto feels more alone and hopeless than at any other point this evening, and fear grips his chest tight.
"Should teach Leonis to watch who he messes with." the silhouetted person turns back, and Prompto can see the sharp features of another man, mouth twisted in distain at Cor's name. He spits on the ground and starts walking again. "Let's move."
The man holding Prompto nods in response, and without warning manoeuvres him around to walk back towards the entrance to the alleyway. The sudden movement wakes Prompto from his petrified state, he stumbles, but is quick to regain his balance and plants his feet firmly on the ground. Cor knows something is going on. That means he'll come look for him, Prompto is sure of it. He can't let the men take him away before his dad comes for him. He bucks and twists in the man's grip with renewed energy, if he can only stall for long enough this will be fine. Cor will come and he will be fine. It's the only thing on Prompto's mind as the man holding him grunts in effort at keeping him subdued. A few feet up ahead, the commotion alerts the second assailant, who wastes no time rushing back towards the two.
"Stop fucking struggling." he almost spits the words as he comes closer, but Prompto meets his eyes defiantly. He doesn't intend on going along quietly, especially not when he knows Cor is coming. "Fine." the second man spits through grit teeth. Then, with no prior warning letting Prompto know to brace himself, a clenched first collides with his stomach. The impact knocks the air out of him, he cries out into the hand, and if it weren't for the man's tight grip he probably would have fallen. For a short dizzying moment he thinks he might puke, he tries to gasp, but with the hand still over his mouth it doesn't work. He's not getting enough air. Then they're on the move again, and Prompto has no choice but to follow suit. He's more carried than walked to the alley's entry, where the black car from before is parked just out of sight behind the corner. Prompto's heart sinks in his chest at the sight of it, and he tries one last time to pull the man's hands off of him. Some small part of him hopes that maybe if he can yell again now someone will hear and come help, but he's tired, and the hand won't budge anymore. He struggles still, of course, but his resisting doesn't help him as the men lock him up in the dark trunk of the car and drive off.
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Where Are You?! (ft the Chocobros and Nyx)
Hereâs your angst babes, @ta-ka-shi-ma! Iâm a bit mad it took me so long to get this started and finished (considering I had been working on it for a while before I replied to your ask...) but itâs done now!
As usual, let me know if any typos or grammar errors are found! Itâs much appreciated and lemme know what yâall think??
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It had been a normal mission, an easy in, get the intel, and get out. The only concern was that you were paired up with a Glaive member that you didnât quite get along with. Your boyfriend didnât think much of it, he just assured you that you were one of the best so it would be easy enough for you two to accomplish and then youâd get to be spoiled for a job well done. He knew there would be radio silence once the mission was started, so he didnât worry when he hadnât heard from you for a while...
Ignis
He wasnât able to see you off on your mission due to conflicting schedules, but had sent you a text to remind you to be safe. He felt bad for being busy so early in the morning but knew you wouldnât be bothered. You had accepted that your schedules would clash at times and just rolled with it at this point. Your response consisted of telling him to not overwork himself while you were gone and to rely on Gladio and Prompto for assistance, which had him smiling softly at his phone.
By the end of the first week, he felt something was off but dismissed it as just merely missing you. You were due back a few days ago, but he knew life hardly ever went according to plan. He kept himself busy with work and probably drank more Ebony than he would admit to. He started sleeping poorly due to his worry about you, which also played a part in his Ebony intake.
The second week saw him sleeping less and spending more time awake, worrying more than heâd like to think about. He knew, he felt it in his gut, that something was definitely wrong. Even if you were delayed in returning, it shouldnât have taken more than a week to arrive back home to report in. He didnât know a search party had been sent out until he came upon the paperwork for it a few days afterwards. He had managed to sign off on it and not remember it.
His stomach dropped when he read over the report detailing the finding of your partnerâs wounded body and with it, no sign of you. You were going to be listed as MIA until they found your body, so they were really expecting to update your status at some point to KIA and that tore him up. That explained the looks he had been getting recently, the pity, the hesitance to say anything to him outside of simple greetings. He hadnât listened to his gut from the start and maybe if he had, you would be back by now. He threw himself into his work in his grief, giving it 110%, so he could distract himself. In the following days, he would diligently read any papers coming from Corâs office, making sure he missed no updates on the search for you, still not sleeping regularly.
Prompto
He was actually the one to wake you up for your mission, having been unable to sleep any longer. He even prepared breakfast and had it waiting on you so you wouldn't have to rush. He also made sure you got at least three goodbye kisses before you left, making you smile in the process. He even made sure to send you a text to be safe but speedy so you would come back on time, so you two could plan your next date night. He had nothing set in stone, knowing you may end up a bit delayed or if everything went smoothly you could even arrive home earlier.
He was eagerly waiting for the end of your assignment. When the first week came to an end, he was a bit of an anxious mess. He was so sure something had happened but his concerns were waved away, saying he was just being antsy and that you would be back soon, so he was worrying for nothing. His lip was bitten to the point it was almost raw and bloody from his constant worrying. He got pulled into training and sparring with the rest of the boys pretty frequently to distract him, which worked. Until it didn't.
It was by the time the second week was ending that sparring and training stopped distracting him. He ended up needing healed more by then that the other three were ordered to stop it, they were going to run out of potions if they kept it up. A search party was planned on the down low, trying to keep Prompto from getting his hopes up or bringing his mood down even further. But he still managed to catch brief whispers of it and so he stormed into Cor's office, demanding to be added to the party. Cor hadn't wanted to give in, but ended up doing so, assigning Nyx to stick with him and keep him from doing anything stupid or suicidal.
The party found your partner badly wounded and barely clinging to life outside the city, abandoned in a ditch. It was hard to tell if they were dumped or just happen to fall into it themselves. Nyx had to hold Prompto back from jumping down your partnerâs throat for an update on your status, saying that rescuing them was more important right now because if they lived, theyâd have some sort of information or an update about you. However, your partner didnât make it back to the city and he was beyond devastated. He let out a wailing roar and turned to take him anger out on the closest object to him, which happened to be Nyx. The older Glaive member let his hit land and watched as his face crumpled and tears started falling. He waved the other members ahead to report in and to get the body to the morgue while he steered Prompto home, making sure to keep an eye on him as he was feeling partially responsible for the reaction he was dealing with.
Noctis
Like Ignis, he had been unable to see you off, but not because he was busy working. You knew he had gotten back late, so you didnât bother to wake him up, just left a little note telling him youâd be back when it was over and to try not to overwork himself or to let himself sleep the time off he had away. He smiled softly at the note when he found it and set it back on the nightstand. He was a bit pouty since you didnât wake him, but he pushed that aside to get ready and go about his Princely duties.
When you werenât back by the date you had told him, his stomach seized a bit and his mood plummeted. He knew, logically, that you were probably just delayed in returning, but he had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. He brushed it aside for the more logical side, knowing Ignis was probably right when he told him not to worry. Ignis was never wrong about these things, so he focused on his job, making sure to perform them to the best of his ability so you wouldnât have cause to scold him when you were back.
He awoke at the end of the second week and felt ill, fear freezing the blood in his veins and his depression taking over. It was a chore just to get out of bed to get ready for his day. Prompto had arrived to escort him to work, since the trio was taking turns to make sure he wasn't wallowing in his fear and worry or letting his depression get the best of him. Once at his desk, and going through his papers for the day, his head darted up so he could find Ignis as soon as he read that you were being deemed as MIA, his eyes wide.
He was out of his chair and subsequently his office moments later, ignoring his friend trying to stop him. He was close to hyperventilating when he arrived at Cor's office and barged in, ignoring that there was someone already in there. Cor dismissed the Glaive member he had been talking to immediately after taking one look at Noctis. He stomped over to the desk, slamming his hands down onto it as he breathed heavily, demanding that he keep searching for you. He would accept no less than you being brought home and he would fight to see it done. You were his other half and there was a gaping hole in his life, his heart, with your absence. Without giving Cor a chance to rebut it or even reply, he turned and stormed out. That night it was a fight to get him out of his office and to go back home, his grief was starting to set in at the loss of you and his depression flared up terribly. The following days, weeks even, he didn't get out of bed for much unless Gladio was there to physically drag him from it.
Gladio
He had seen you off for your mission by giving you a tight hug and a couple kisses, telling you to come home safe. He could still see the face you had made in his mind at that statement, eyes sparkling with excitement and your lips turned up in a half smirk, half smile combination that was unique to you. You had told him that you would be back before he could fully miss you with his busy schedule. You had made the same promise before going on much more dangerous missions, so he accepted it without batting an eye.
The first week you were gone, he didnât really have any time to miss you. He was kept busy with training some of the new Kingsglaive members for Cor and then when he wasnât doing that, he was following Noctis around to be his bodyguard/Shield. It was only at night, in the few minutes he laid awake in bed before his exhaustion drug him to sleep that he missed you the most.
The second week passed by at a crawl for the entire Amicitia household. Iris was more inconsolable than Gladio himself was because she was attached to you as an older sister figure and she couldnât handle you being missing. Gladio pushed his feelings aside to console his sister and try to bolster her spirits about it. He wasnât going to accept that you were gone and he joined a scouting party to go looking for you and your partner. He shouldnât have been allowed to join but his dad and even Noctis backed the decision so Cor had no choice but to grudgingly allow it.
He could swear his heart shattered when they found your partnerâs body lying in a ditch. There were multiple stab wounds and each one cut deeper than the other, knowing you were probably just as injured! He felt a calm rage settle in him, his heart eerily calm. His blood felt like ice in his veins and his face was void of any emotions. Prompto, who had chosen to go along with the Shield, placed a hand on his arm, the blondeâs face twisting with fear and grief for his friend. The search party returned, bringing your partnerâs body back for burial, and reported their findings to Cor and subsequently Regis and Clarus, who were there when they arrived. Clarusâs heart sunk for his son and he fought to keep his face impartial but whispered to Cor to keep a close eye on Gladio because he wasnât likely to leave it at this. He took his rage out by training constantly when not guarding the Prince, withdrawing from his friends and family, and he did refuse to accept that you were just gone.
Nyx
He saw you off with a tight hug and a sweet kiss, wringing a promise to return home safely from you. He wasnât worrying, not yet, not until more time had passed, but he was kicking himself for not asking the other member to switch with him. It wouldâve been much better than being left behind and waiting for your return. Even when he was on a guard shift or had to go on his own missions, his thoughts would still drift to you and hoping everything was progressing smoothly for you.
By the time a week had passed, he was starting to worry. He could feel that something was wrong, but since your partner hadnât returned yet to deliver any news, his concern was mostly waved away as just him missing you. Which wasnât a lie...but he didnât have concrete proof to back up his words.
When the second week came to an end, he knew for a fact something was wrong. This time, when he voiced his worries to Cor, he was taken seriously. A small search party was organized, with Nyx volunteering immediately. He was stared down by Cor in his office as he considered it. The only thing he was told in response was a stern âDonât go making this a suicide mission, no matter what is foundâ. The search party found your partner, dead, outside the city, so you were automatically thought of as dead too.
His heart broke at the statement from Axis and he refused to believe it. He actually ended up attacking his teammate in a fit of rage. Crowe had to pull them apart and stand between them before ordering Axis to head back to report to Cor ahead of them, so she could stay with Nyx and try to calm him down, her heart breaking for her friend and for the loss of another. Cor pulled him from the mission roster, giving him time to grieve, but he didnât take it well. He blew up at him and got suspended after his grievance period was over. He refused to accept that you were just gone like that, with no warning, no sort of sign from the Six.
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