#UUUUGGH FINALLY DONE

[todayisafridaynight]

commissions done for a lovely on twitter :]

COMMISSION INFORMATION (MAY, 2023)

[promptistrashqueen]

A Royal Commission (1)

yeah another new project! Courtesy of @fleetstreetfatality ft. tattooed boys again.

Prompto is Insomnia’s renowned tattoo artist and Noctis is about the get his first ink done!AU (yeah that’s a thing now)

The doors, tall dark glass with the shop’s logo emblazoned on them, were covered in chocobo doodles in white chalk. Prompto smiled brightly at the sight and laughed to himself as he turned his key, letting himself in. Sure enough Maddy was sitting in his chair, chalk dust on her fingers.

“Heyo! I hope you don’t mind I used the hida-key to let myself in early. I promise I stole everything worth anything.”

Prompto rolled his eyes, dropping his bag beside his chair and reaching to fist bump his long time friend.He’s grateful she always leaves him a little sign when she does this, or else he’d have a heart-attack. It does mean he has to wash the door at some point though....

“It’s fine. I wish you’d have called though, I can’t fit you in today, I’m booked up all week after you ran that article...best artist in Insomnia...really Mads.”

She just grinned at him and gestured to the tattoos on her arms and legs. He shook his head with another small laugh and starts to get things organized for the busy day ahead, glancing at the clock above the back wall. The soft grey walls are covered in art, potential ink designs and drawings that Prompto simply felt like. A whole wall is given over to photographs of the city and of people. The wall has a surprising number of photos of Prince Noctis, usually with his guards.

Maddy wondered over, looking the pictures over and tossing a look at Prompto who tries not to respond.

“You know, you are the best. I didn’t just write that article because we’re friends or anything. We took a poll, we did our job as journalists. You know who’s vote tipped it?”

Prompto sighed, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, “Are you even supposed to tell me?”

She laughed and shook her head, turning and heading for the door, she paused, ready to go, “It was one of the Prince’s men. You did a big piece for him, a bird of some sort, and he sent us a personal letter. You were already winning, but that did it….I’ll be back when you’ve got time to work on me! Love ya Prompto, later!”

He tossed her a wave, his hand lowered and he looking at his wall of photos, “Gladiolus…..”

His fingers hurt and he shakes them hard, curling them and uncurling them as he cleans up, just about ready for the end of the day. The last piece he’d worked on had been a massive project that was just being finished, an intricate clock and lace thing.

Prompto is used to the cramps in his fingers and the end of the day routine, but not to the sound of someone knocking on his locked door. He turns to look and has to blink, because on the other side of the now chocobo free glass is the Prince. He gives a little wave and is biting his lip with an apologetic motion of his head. Prompto practically vaults over his chair in his hurry to let in the Prince of Lucis.

“Prince Noctis, sorry sorry, welcome!”

The dark haired male smiles a little and nods, “It’s fine, I know it’s after hours...I’m looking for uh, Prompto?”

Prompto nods, rubbing nervously at his black jeans, “Y-yeah, that’s me. What can I do for you?”

The Prince looks him over more carefully, taking in the bright ink on his arms and the lip ring he plays with nervously.

“I read an article about you...and Gladio practically talked my ears off about how good you are...so I thought I’d come see for myself before I decided.”

Prompto’s eyes grow wide as it slots together, “Decided? You...you want me to work on you? Yeah...I mean, it would be really cool. Uh, have a look around, most the stuff on the walls is little, flash pieces and everything. Charlie’s stuff is on the left, Loqi’s all on the front wall by the door and the rest is me….”

Noctis nods, smiling a little and starts to examine the right wall, standing near the photos on the back wall. Prompto swallows nervously, shifting and trying to finish sterilizing the main space where he’s been working the whole day.

“Do you work on everyone out here?” The Prince’s voice is much closer than Prompto expects and he jumps a little.

“N-no. It’s only if there’s only one person in for the day, so we can keep an eye on the people coming in and out and everything. Or if we’re doing a demonstration sort of thing. I-uh, I usually work in the second room in the back, through that door.”

He points to a dark purple door set unobtrusively in the wall and Noctis nods.

“Good, I’d hate to be stared at while I get work done. Can I make an appointment for tomorrow?”

Prompto nearly chokes, because he expected the Prince to choose one of the other’s, after all Loqi’s work is beautiful, angular and geometric, and Charlie’s is all what he expected someone who looks like Noctis to like, skulls and hyper realistic things. His own is more surreal, more like his photographs, sort of blurred at the edges.

It registers he hasn’t actually answered the question though and as much as he hates saying no, especially to a Prince...he believes in satisfying all his customers.

“I uh...I’m booked for the whole week. I’m sorry. I can get you in next Tuesday though? Or uh, I think Charlie had someone cancel on him?”

The Prince’s face is unreadable as he looks at Prompto and the blue grey eyes seem to see too much. Prompto shifts, worried that he’s made a misstep in turning down the request. Then the Prince smiles, a wide stretch of his lips and laughs.

Prompto smiles, a little confused, in return, feeling blindsided. A hand is stuck out and the other man rubs at his neck.

“Tuesday is fine! I-uh- I’d like you to call me Noct.”

Prompto takes his hand, shaking it, “Al-alright. I can do that. Just, take my card,” He tugs one out of his back pocket and hands it over, still holding Noctis’ hand, “you can email me or call to talk about the design. I’ll draft something up, unless you already have the image?”

Noctis’ smile just brightens, “Nothing at all, just an idea.” He releases Prompto’s hand, finally and Prompto is left feeling like something's been lit in his chest.

“I’ll see you Tuesday Prompto.” Just like that he’s gone again, walking away from the shop in the evening light and Prompto’s standing alone.

“Yeah...Tuesday.”

The first email comes in on Wednesday. It’s late in the evening and Prompto’s running on coffee, because Loqi keeps making him drink it to get work done, and he’s bleary eyed as he clicks to open it. Immediately he feels a little more awake, probably because his heart-rate picks up seeing Noctis’ question.

Prompto,

    Before we start talking about the actual design, I wanted to make sure my placement would work. How difficult would it be to integrate or cover a large scar? I...would rather not send a photo of it, so I understand if I need to choose a new place for the tattoo.

Thanks.

Noct

P.S. Ignore the stupid signature thing, I can’t delete it :(

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prince of Lucis,

Guardian of Insomnia,Protector of the Divine Light

Prompto reads the email twice, his stomach clenching. He hates the thought of Noctis being hurt, especially because the way that the Prince says he doesn’t want to involve a photo of the mark. He knows it’s stupid, because he doesn’t really know this person, but he’s always thought Noctis was a kind and lovely person, or at least good at acting like one. That’s why there are so many photos of him on the wall.

The wall he’s now seen.

Prompto groans, rubbing a hand over his face in embarrassment, because how did he not realize that? Changing it now might only draw the Prince’s attention to it, so he supposes he’ll have to leave it.

The email though...he bites his lip, tongue fiddling with the ring thoughtlessly.

“Okay��” He sighs and types his reply.

Noct,

Hey! So, it’s hard to say for sure without seeing the area you’re talking about or knowing anything about the design...but if it’s a design that I can make work around the scar I will! I want it to be where you wanted it! So let’s talk about the designs first and then we’ll see...I probably can’t cover it T.T sorry, but I can work it in, I hope! :)

Prompto.

P.S Yeah I hate them, so troublesome uuuuggh :))))

Prompto Argentum

Awesome tattoo artist, like the best

Really likes energy drinks and dumb jokes

He sends it, silliness and all and stumbles off to bed.

[writingforcats]

I hope you don't mind if I use a few of these. They're really good.

1. As a hello

"Jeremy!" She laughed as she threw her body towards him, stopping just inches away. Bemused, Jeremy opened his arms, casually inviting her closer. Without any hesitation, she closed the gap, rubbing her face into his chest. "I love you," she sighed. He chuckled.

"Nice to see you too." Gently, He let his hand rest on her head, snuggling her even further into his embrace. Surrounded by him, she relaxed. Finally, she was home.

2. With a hoarse voice, under the blankets.

"Uuuuggh," Martha groaned, flinching further into herself. Jen grimaced. There wasn't a lot she could do for her partner. Hopefully, a hot pack and some chocolate would help.

Carefully, Jen eased herself onto the bed, sitting herself next to the shivering lump of blankets. "Hey, Martha." She said soflty. Martha moaned. There was no other response. Jen tried again, "I brought some milk chocolate lindts." The shivering stopped. Slowly, a pair of eyes peaked out from beneath the covers.

"Really?" Jen flinched at the hoarseness in Martha's voice. Her poor baby.

"Yep," she said, "15 of them. I also have some medicine, some water, and this." She held the hot pack out to Martha, and a hand wobbled out from beneath the blankets to grab it.

"Thanks..." Martha grumbled. Jen smiled in relief. Gently, she helped her partner up to take the medicine, and left her back under the covers with the chocolate and hot pack when she was done. Relieved that she'd managed to help, Jen cleaned up and shut off the lights. When she was about to shut the door behind her, a raspy voice called out.

"Jen?" She stopped. There was a long pause. Jen said nothing. She only waited patiently, wondering what else Martha needed.

"I love you." The words were mermered quietly and muffled even further by the blankets, but she'd definitely heard them. An amused smile grew across her face. She debated with herself for a few seconds. Is teasing a sick person really what she wanted to do? She shook her head.

"Love you too." She said, and shut the door behind her.

3. A scream

They wouldn't find them here. Jessa had been sure of it. But now, sweat in her eyes and adrenaline running in her ears as she strained to hear their footsteps, she wasn't so sure. Closer, they came. Thud. Thud... Thud. Right outside their hiding spot. Behind her, she could hear her little brother's breathing stutter. Tears swept the sweat from her eyes. Please don't find us. She prayed. Just this once, let us go. A sob stuck in her throat when she saw the soldier's shadow ease closer.

"Found you." He smiled.

A scream ripped from her as she was yanked off the ground by her arm. Twisted around, she tried to fight back, but stopped dead when she saw them grab her brother. He wimpered in the hold of another soldier.

"Jessa." He cried. She grimaced.

"Let him go." Steel filled her eyes. "Let Him Go. Let him go. Let him go lethimgolethimgolethim-" She was cut off by a loud thwack. The soldier had smacked her with a baton."These criminals are unruly. Separate them."

"NO!" She yelled. Her brother sobbed.

"JESSA!"

"FIN! FIN! Be a good boy ok!? Be a good boy!" They'd started dragging her away. She was looking sight of him.

"I LOVE YOU! FIN! FIN!"

Another loud thwack, and darkness fell.

4. Over a cup of tea

Raspberry again. It had been her favorite, 16 years ago anyway, and she was touched that he remembered. She just wished he brought herbal tea once in awhile. Or green tea, even. Heck, she'd even take peppermint, which wasn't even tea in her opinion. But no. It had to be raspberry.

"How was your day?" He asked. Awkwardly, he stirred his cup and glanced at up her. She sighed.

"Good. How was yours?"

His eyes flicked back down. "It was alright."

Clinking filled the silence. It did nothing to clear the air.

"Marge..." he started. She sighed again. What was it this time? Hadn't he given up yet? "You know I love you, right?"

She pursed her lips. "Yes Harold. I love you too." If only I loved you a little more... She thought. Harold looked at her as if he'd been betrayed. As if he could read her mind.

She sighed.

The way you said “I love you.“

Some fluffy, some angsty prompts

As a hello

With a hoarse voice, under the blankets

A scream

Over a cup of tea

Over a beer bottle

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

As a thank you

As an apology

When baking chocolate chip cookies

Not said to me

With a shuddering gasp

When we lay together on the fresh spring grass

In a letter

A whisper in the ear

Loud, so everyone can hear

Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

When the broken grass litters the floor

From very far away

With no space left between us

As we huddle together, the storm raging outside

Over your shoulder

Muffled, from the other side of the door

Through a song

Without really meaning it

In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep

Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

When I am dead

Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey

Too quick, mumbled into your scarf

In awe, the first time you realised it

In a way I can’t return

On a post-it note

Before we jump

As a goodbye