#ffxv writing

[primamchorus]

Short Notice

Due to the unfortunate nature of sharing an apartment with her brother, Primam felt compelled to make a request of a close friend.

Word count: 1,237

"Sorry that it was all…short notice. And…late…" Primam said, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder and looking up at Prompto with a sense of shame in her expression. She stepped into his apartment, kicking her shoes off at the entry way before stepping up into the main portion of his abode.

"Hey, it's no problem," Prompto reassured her, closing the door behind her and locking it. He turned and kept his attention on her. Concern settled on his features. "You and your brother didn't have a fight, did ya? I mean, my door's always open to you, no matter how late it is."

"Oh, no…nothing like that," Primam quickly replied, waving a hand to dismiss the very notion. She sighed deeply, her cheeks falling flush as she looked away from Prompto and to the floor. Her hand clutched more tightly into her backpack strap, embarrassment flooding her. "I-It's actually… I mean, I wish we had gotten into a fight. Just…sometimes he brings some people back home. People I don't know… And…well…let's say getting a good night's rest is…rather difficult."

Prompto's own cheeks and ears flushed as he started to catch Primam's meaning. Raising a hand, he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Ah… I see."

Clearing his throat, Prompto motioned further into his apartment and walked into the living room. Unlike Noctis' or even her brother's rooms, Prompto looked to have kept his apartment in pretty neat condition. This was much to Primam's surprise as she slowly followed after him, taking in the layout of the apartment and getting a feel for the place. She had a feeling that should Tandem develop these little trysts as a habit, she was going to be seeing more of Prompto's apartment in time.

"So, uh…" Prompto began, looking over his shelf of DVDs and movies, glancing over in Primam's direction as she wandered further into his pad. "Just, y'know, out of curiosity: why not stay with Noct? He lives in the same building as the two of you, doesn't he?"

Primam's expression grew sheepish as she furrowed her brow with an amused scoff. "I think you know just as well as I do that his living space is like a bio-hazard. Staying the night there is like to have me leave with a disease in the morning."

Prompto fell into light laughter at the comment before his attention went back to his DVD collection. Shaking his head, he scoffed, "Well, I guess I can't argue with you there. Has he always been like that?"

"Well…" Primam began, tentatively stepping over toward the sofa and slowly sitting down. Placing her bag on the floor, she then looked down at her hands after she set them in her lap. Her mouth thinned into a taut line upon her face as she considered how to really broach the subject in its entirety that she felt was okay to share from her side of things. "He…changed after an incident when we were eight. You might be aware that we attended school without Noct with us around that time… That's because he was recovering from an accident."

Sinking back into the couch and drawing her legs up onto the cushions, Primam frowned slightly. "After he recovered, he just…wasn't the same? Quiet… Less active than he used to be, but no less a bit of a troublemaker." Primam's expression softened, her eyes going to Prompto as he kept thumbing through his collection. "But…I don't think I should say too much more than that. Not really my place."

"I get'cha…" Prompto replied. While Primam had talked, he had already plucked a couple jewel cases from his shelf. He walked back over and showed them off to her with a sunny grin. "Since you're staying over, wanna watch something? I figured you'd probably like these out of what I got."

Looking over the DVDs, Primam read off each of the titles as her eyes glanced over each one; Stardust Echoes. Blood and Aether.

Primam sat up straighter, her expression turning to surprise as she reached out for the third movie and gently plucked it from Prompto's grasp. "No way! They made a movie of Of Winter's Grip!?"

"It's an episodic series, actually," Prompto replied. His expression brightened further as he went back to return the other DVDs to his shelf. As he put the other cases away, he went on; "It's new. I know you more keep up with books than shows or movies…but… When I saw the news they were making a series of your favorite book collection, I thought I may as well pick up the first volume. I watched the first couple episodes."

"And?" Primam gently, though excitedly pressed. "How were they?"

"Pretty good. I mean, they kept relatively faithful to the first few chapters so far from what I remember." Prompto came back around and lingered nearby where Primam sat. He took the jewel case back when it was handed it back to him. Nearing the television and turning it on, Prompto got the movie loaded into the player. "I think they chose a good actor for your favorite character, Vyressa."

As the DVD loaded, Primam and Prompto bantered a bit more about the show before the menu appeared on screen. Grabbing the remote from the TV stand, Prompto relinquished it to Primam's hold before he told her that he was going to get some popcorn made for the two of them as well as some drinks. As he walked off, he told her to 'start it without me' as he checked the cupboards of his kitchen for his container of popcorn kernels.

Once Prompto had come back with their show snack as well as some bottles of water, the night was…relaxing. A nice change of pace for Primam as the two of them watched the DVD through and the four episodes of Of Winter's Grip on it. Or…tried to, at any rate. With the episodes being nearly hour-long endeavors each, Primam's body had other plans as she nestled on one side of the couch and had curled up over time.

"So, that's it so far," Prompto started. He looked over at Primam. "What did you thin—"

Prompto paused, a soft scoff leaving his lips before he got up. Primam's eyes were closed, and her shoulders rose and fell with her slow, rhythmic breathing. She had fallen asleep.

Running a hand through his hair, Prompto paced over to his room and got the extra blanket he had set out as well as grabbed one of the chocobo plushes he had. Bringing them back over to Primam, he carefully draped the blanket over her to keep her warm…or…something. Prompto never really understood how Primam's mild hypoesthesia worked.

Taking the chocobo plush from under his arm, he then gently brought it to her face. Prompto watched as Primam scrunched her nose slightly, but his favorite part he knew would happen, happened. Primam reached up instinctively, taking hold of the plush then hugged it to herself, nuzzling her cheek and nose into it before she settled back into place.

"… Sleep tight, Prim. See you in the morning…" Prompto quietly said, going over to turn off the television and then dim the lights. With a lingering glance in her direction, Prompto soon headed to his room to let her sleep in peace.

[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Nineteen

Prompt: Taken Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Primam Chorus, Tandem Chorus (brief, Echo) Word Count: 843 Notes: Non-canon to Nomin; more of a 'what if' scenario based on RP I had in the past regarding Primam and how I'd imagine Nomin and Primam interacting and really meeting one another.

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Murmurs and the sound of ocean waves filled the open atmosphere of the Shiokaze Hostelry. An occasional cry of a seagull pierced the chatter.

Nomin stared at the woman before her for a long time, her brow furrowed and her lips pulled taut into a line. She could feel the rising nervousness from the woman. After all, Nomin had been able to tell that the woman was weaving a lie: a well-practiced one, but a lie nevertheless. A lie though it was, however, the thing that struck Nomin was that the woman had no intended malice, simply that she was…lost.

The other thing that was striking…was that her aether felt different. Almost non-existent. Yet, she had a wealth of magic that she utilized in combat…

“I’ve been to Ala Ghiri recently…” Nomin mentioned. The woman in question was called Primam Chorus -- a very Garlean sounding name despite being from Gyr Abania. Her complexion matched well enough, but her explanations left much to be desired. Especially to one that could feel those shifts in aether when it came to emotions.

“H-Have you?” Primam asked, her expression turning sheepish. She drew her hands together over the tabletop, fidgeting.

“Ala Mhigans are returning to Gyr Abania -- to their home. Is there a reason you do not return?” Nomin asked, hoping to press for answers from Primam who accompanied her during their time seeing to Hancock’s want of exploring Mount Rokkon. They had come back, a few extra notes and trinkets to show for their efforts that Hancock was pleased to receive.

“I…have a home here, now. In Hingashi…”

Uncertainty.

“Far be it from me to prod further…” Nomin said, grabbing her chilled bronze cup and taking her waterskin to fill it.

“I was young when my brother and I had to flee.” Primam brought her own cup closer -- unlike Nomin, it was a cup offered by the Hostelry itself, filled with water of her own. “I hardly remember anything about Gyr Abania, let alone Ala Ghiri.”

Nomin took a sip. A lie vague enough to believe if circumstances were different.

A headache formed, one all too familiar as Nomin placed her cup back down and screwed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw. She heard the worried voice of Primam, drowned out by the hum of an entirely different scene unfolding before her.

It was like coming up for water when Nomin could finally see the land and setting around her. There were buildings she did not recognize, many of them on the verge of complete dilapidation. The lands had sparse foliage, and most strikingly, the sky was blanketed completely in black skies. It would have been darker than anything she had ever seen before if she had not been to the Thirteenth.

Nomin had the sense that this sky was something that had shrouded the land for years now at this point. Not unlike the First and how light blanketed the land in eternal daylight, and not unlike the Thirteenth bathed in eternal darkness.

A bright orangish-white light pulsed in the sky before it spread.

“What is that?” came a masculine voice. Looking over, Nomin saw someone who was strikingly similar to Primam. Her brother, no doubt.

“I-I don’t know… Nothing like this has shown up in the history books…” Nomin was speaking…or rather, she was an uncertain Primam. Shortly after her words left her, the light soon engulfed them and several others before the feeling of being submerged happened once more. But this was different -- it was Primam’s experience in traversing the rift.

Tumbling… Tumbling…

Nomin gasped, a new scene before her. Though she normally did not experience an actual soaked feeling, she was absolutely drenched this time. Primam had ended up in a body of water, sputtering and coughing. Nomin could feel how the water burned her lungs, the desperation for air as Primam swam to the closest body of land to right herself.

When eventually Primam got up and looked around within the Echo, Nomin realized she recognized the area: Yanxia, just short of Namai.

“Where…am I…?” was the question that left Primam’s lips before the hum and chatter of the Shiokaze Hostelry started to come back, the vision fading as Nomin blinked her eyes and came back to reality.

“Nomin, are you alright?” Primam asked, seeing that Nomin was shaking her head to rid herself of the feeling she just experienced.

“Don’t worry about me…just something that happens every now and then…” Nomin explained, not wanting to get into the details of her Echo. However, she looked at Primam. She realized now that she was a woman taken to a land not her own. A familiar kinship began to bud within Nomin, even if the circumstances were a bit different.

Taking a long swig of water, Nomin thought of all the questions that bubbled in her mind. She wanted to know more about this land -- this place that Primam was from. But…she supposed she would have to save those questions for such a time perhaps a better friendship could be formed.

[noolsart]

Finding 3-4 year old art I forgot to upload here. Old zine work and stuff

[risingmoonyue]

AU in which Noctis decides Prompto needs a new dad since his parents suck. Unfortunately, despite being The Real Actual Prince, he is still not legally allowed to keep Prompto. Which just means he's got to find one himself!

(He's now taking interviews.)

(The Citadel lives in fear of the most motivated Prince Noctis anyone has ever seen)

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Noctis: so, dad

Noctis: what are your feelings on adoption?

Regis:

Regis: is this about me not letting you adopt Prompto...? I told you it doesn't work like that.

Noctis, narrowing his eyes and pulling out a clipboard and red pen: subject seems adverse to giving the best chocobo eyed sunshine children loving homes

Regis: now hold on a minute--

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Noctis: if someone--say, a bully named Trevor Fabius who lives three houses down the street from the corner store on 6th Ave--tripped someone else who happened to be your beloved, most adorable and sunshiney son in everything but flesh and blood in the middle of the street what would you do?

Nyx: this sounds very specific.

Crowe: stab them why

Libertus: I mean maybe not STAB stab them. A bit of light terror here and there.

Noctis, taking notes on his clipboard: interesting.

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Noctis: so--

Clarus: listen, Highness, as nice as I think your friend is, I have my hands full with my actual two children already.

Noctis: drat.

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Noctis, pulling out the puppy eyes: Iggy--

Ignis, not bothering to turn around: I am still unable to adopt people Noctis

Noctis: Gladio--?

Gladio, turning a page in his novel: yeah no me neither. Did you try Cor yet?

Noctis: he's next. but im trying to see if I can't get him to soften up to the idea first

Iggy and Gladio: ????

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Cor:

Noctis:

Cor, handing over a large stack of adoption fliers, brochures, and paraphernalia: maybe try a little more subtly next time.

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Prompto, beet red and hiding his face: astrals, Noctis, WHY

Prompto: I HAVE TO LOOK AT SOME OF THESE PEOPLE IN THE FACE AGAIN

Noctis: I mean that's the idea

Prompto: [incoherent screeching]

[jepzer0]

I love the idea of promptis getting together in the dumbest way possible. Like prompto being exhausted after a long day and just forgetting that noctis doesn't know he's head over heals for him and so he kisses him goodbye before he gets out the car and goes inside, leaving a stunned and flustered noctis sitting in the back of the car with ignis and gladio giving him looks knowing looks as he processes what happened. And prompto doesn't even realise cause he's that tired. He just collapses onto his bed as soon as he gets in and sleeps way into the next morning where he wakes up to a series of texts from noctis, ignis and gladio and then realises what he did.

[drxcorelibre]

Overcoming Distance in Love P.A.

: ̗̀➛ Freeing oneself from long-held desires x

⚠ Genre/warnings: situationship to lovers idk i just love prom and he deserves this sm, slight nsfw (heated makeout), pinning, atp cindy4life lol, this is so damnn

✎ Reading time: approx. 16min

₊˚ʚ It was as if the months apart had never happened, the chemistry between you still as strong as ever.

₊˚ʚ Prompto pushed himself away from the garage wall and began slowly making his way towards you. Each step he took was measured, his eyes never leaving yours.

₊˚ʚ Suddenly, it was as if a dam burst. All the pent-up emotions, the months of silence, the questions left unasked, came rushing out at once.

The night was quiet, and the stars above were the only witnesses to your departure. The journey to Hammerhead was cold and lonely, the silence only broken by the crunch of gravel under your shoes.

You made your way along the path, the lights of Hammerhead growing closer with each step. The thought of leaving the group behind weighed heavily on your heart, but you had made your decision.

As you finally reached the base of Hammerhead, Cindy, who was working late into the night, noticed your arrival. She looked up from her project, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of you alone.

"Well, now, ain't that a sight," she remarked in her soft drawl, taking in your state. "What're you doin' here this late and by yourself, darlin'?"

"i left the guys."

Cindy's curious expression quickly turned to surprise. "Left the boys, huh? Ain't that somethin'. What happened there, if you don't mind me askin'?"

"just- realised i never belonged."

Cindy's brow furrowed at your words, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Never belonged? What makes you say that?"

"At the end of the day, we girls can't afford to stay with the boys." you chuckled.

Cindy raised an eyebrow at your chuckle, a puzzled look on her face. "Why's that, darlin'? Nothin' wrong with a girl hangin' with the fellas."

"i caught feelings." you said, gripping onto your belongings.

Understanding dawned in Cindy's eyes as you confessed. She looked at you with empathy, seeing the pain behind your words. She took a seat on a nearby crate and patted the spot next to her, gesturing for you to sit. "Come on, sit down. Let's talk."

You hesitantly joined her, sitting on the crate and placing your belongings beside you. The night air was still and quiet, the only noise coming from the faint sounds of machinery and distant crickets.

Cindy looked at you, her voice soft in the moonlight. "So, you been likin' one of the boys, huh? Can't blame ya, they're handsome fellas. Which one was it, if ya don't mind me askin'?"

"Prompto" The thought of him sent tingles down your spine as you spoke his name out loud.

"Ah, Prompto. He's a good kid. Real peppy, always crackin' jokes. Can't really blame ya for falling for him."

She paused, her eyes studying your face, "But somethin' tells me it ain't as simple as just likin' him, is it?"

You played with your bracelets as you spoke nervously, a bit worried for Cindy's judgement of the situation you put yourself in.

"I felt like my feelings could potentially ruin the group dynamic so i left, realising I don't belong."

Cindy chuckled with empathy, "Sounds like a bit of a mess, darlin'."

"But it ain't your feelings that's ruining things. You have a right to feel the way you feel.

Cindy shifted slightly, turning to face you directly. "You ain't ruined nothin' by likin' Prompto. That's just how the heart works, can't always control who you fall for."

"it's fine! I'll get over it..."

Cindy could sense the resignation in your voice, and it tugged at her heartstrings. "It's not gonna be that easy, darlin'. Feelings like that don't just go away, especially not overnight."

You held your head up, looking at her sheepishly. "That's why I came here to ask you... If i could stay here, work, get my mind off of them?"

Cindy's face brightened at your request. "You wanna work here, huh? Well, we could always use an extra pair of hands. Plus, keepin' busy is a good way to keep your mind occupied."

She patted your back with a warm smile. "Sure, darlin'. You can stay and work. I'll teach you the ropes, and before you know it, you'll be a regular mechanic here at Hammerhead."

"thanks"

Cindy gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "No need to thank me, darlin'. We all need a fresh start sometimes, and that's what Hammerhead's all about. New beginnings."

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. You found solace in the rhythm of the garage, the familiar hum of machines and the hum of the desert night lulling you into a sense of peace. Your days were filled with the scent of oil and the occasional banter with Cindy and Cid, the gruff yet affectionate owner of the garage.

The work was challenging at times, but you found comfort in the routine. The distance from Prompto and the guys allowed you time to process your feelings and come to terms with your new life. Despite the occasional pang of friendsickness, you found a sense of belonging in your new role at Hammerhead.

Over time, you adapted to the garage life, your hands becoming calloused and greasy, your laughter and skills familiar to the regular visitors of Hammerhead, who welcomed you as one of their own.

But every now and then, thoughts of Prompto and the group would creep into your mind, like a faint whisper in the wind. You pushed them aside, reminding yourself of the reasons you had left in the first place. Still, the ache in your chest was undeniable, the memories and what-ifs lingering like a bittersweet perfume. It was a constant struggle, balancing the tranquility of your new life with the lingering pull of the past.

As the familiar sound of the Regalia's engine echoed through the air, you looked up from your work on a nearby car, your heart skipping a beat. It was the chocobros, here for some vehicle upgrades.

Noctis led the charge, followed closely by Ignis, Gladiolus, and... Prompto. Seeing them all again, so casually together, sent a pang of nostalgia and longing through you.

Hiding your feelings behind a neutral expression, you quickly tried to push down the emotions welling up within you. You feigned distraction, continuing to tinker with the car in front of you, hoping they wouldn't notice your internal struggle.

Cindy, however, had a keen eye for reading people. She noticed the flicker of emotion in your eyes as the group approached. She sidled up beside you, a knowing look in her eyes.

"You all right, darlin'?" she whispered, her voice low and understanding. "They can't see it, but I can."

"I'll be alright." You said, wiping oil grease from your cheek, giving her a reassuring smirk.

Cindy gave you a supportive smile, patting your back gently. "You've got guts, holdin' it together like this. 'Course you'll be alright. Just remember, I'm here if you need to vent, scream, or just a shoulder to lean on."

The rest of the group had been engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to your momentary struggle. Prompto's laughter echoed in the background, causing your heart to clench slightly as you tried to focus on your work.

The urge to run towards them and hug them all while spilling so many sorry's went through your mind for a split second, but you knew that won't do.

The guys approached the garage, peeking in at your figure working on some badass vehicles.

Everyone had noticed the transformation. With your new outfit, your voice resembling Cindy's Southern drawl, and your mannerisms changing to match hers, you had become a bit of a chameleon, blending into the environment of the garage.

Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus glanced your way, their eyes widening slightly as they took in your appearance and demeanour. But it was Prompto's reaction that caught your attention.

He stood there, stunned for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at you. The gears in his head were clearly turning as he tried to reconcile the 'new you' with the person he once knew.

He seemed to be at a loss for words, the familiar banter and jokes that usually flowed effortlessly from him were nowhere to be found.

As the group settled in and started discussing the upgrades they wanted for the Regalia, Cindy smoothly took charge. She launched into a friendly negotiation with Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus, while Prompto lingered in the background, his eyes still resting on you occasionally.

You, however, tried to keep your focus on your work, pretending not to notice his glances. The sounds of the garage faded into the background as you tried to keep your hands steady and your mind clear.

Every so often, you'd catch a glimpse of Prompto in your peripheral vision, his eyes meeting yours before quickly averting them, looking a bit flustered. The air between you both was heavy with unspoken emotions, an invisible thread of tension stretching tight.

Cindy, ever observant, noticed the silent communication between you and Prompto. She suppressed a slight grin, her eyes flickering between the two of you as she continued her negotiations with the guys.

As they finalized the details with Cindy, the conversation wrapped up, and they began to prepare to leave. Prompto lingered a moment longer, his eyes still on you, his expression a mix of longing and hesitation.

The group sauntered out of the garage, heading toward the nearby restaurant, their voices carrying on the warm evening air. Cindy watched them go, then turned to you with a knowing smile.

"You sure you don't wanna join them, darlin'?" she asked, her tone gentle but laced with encouragement.

"it's better this way."

Cindy nodded understandingly, her smile turning slightly bittersweet. "I get it, darlin'. Sometimes, what you want and what you need are two different things."

As you continued to work on the car, your thoughts were a tangle of emotions. Seeing Prompto and the guys again had stirred up feelings you had been trying to suppress, and their departure left you with a mix of relief and a strange pang of emptiness.

Your heart ached with an unspoken longing, a silent plea for just one more moment, one more look into his eyes. The familiar banter, the laughter, the bond you used to share - it all seemed like a lifetime ago.

The hum of the car under your hands was a temporary distraction, but it couldn't drown out the persistent pull in your chest, the deep-seated desire to see Prompto again, to hear his voice, to feel his presence.

The hours ticked by, the sun slowly descending towards the horizon. The guys finished their meal and emerged from the restaurant, their voices echoing through the still night air as they discussed their plans for the night.

Your eyes found Prompto amongst the group, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the sunset. His gaze roamed over the garage and, for a moment, seemed to linger on you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Prompto's gaze fall on you for a moment. Reflexively, you ducked your head, using your long bangs and ponytail as a makeshift shield, hoping he hadn't noticed you watching him.

The sound of the guys' footsteps approaching sent a jolt through you, your senses hyper-alert to every sound and movement. You could hear them saying their goodbyes to Cindy.

Noctis sauntered over to you, an intrigued look in his eyes. He leaned against the hood of the car you were working on, observing you quietly for a moment before finally speaking.

"You've changed a lot, haven't you?" he noted, his voice nonchalant but his eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Still sharp, even in a new shell," he commented, his tone holding a hint of pride. "You're good at adapting."

You couldn't really speak up, although you felt like there was so much to say. You nodded in confirmation, getting back to work.

Noctis watched you silently for a moment, his expression a mix of confusion and a hint of frustration. It was clear he had more to say, but you had already shut him down. He gave a slight shrug, realizing that pushing further would be futile.

"Take care."

The guys climbed into the car, the Regalia's engine roaring to life as they pulled away from the garage, disappearing into the night.

The silence that settled over Hammerhead after they left felt deafening. The hum of the garage, the occasional rustle of the desert wind, and the beating of your own heart were the only sounds left in the stillness of the night.

The thought of them driving off into the night, continuing their adventures without you, stung more than you cared to admit. But you shook the thought away quickly, reminding yourself of the reasons you had left in the first place.

You turned your attention back to the car you were working on, determined to bury yourself in the familiar rhythm of the garage work. The sooner you lost yourself in the work, the sooner you could forget about the ache in your chest.

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The days were filled with the hustle and bustle of the garage, and the nights were spent catching up over the dinner table with Cindy and Cid, listening to their stories and sharing a few laughs.

Time had flown by in a blur of car repair and tire changes. The days had been long but filled with the fulfilling sense of accomplishment and routine. 11 months had passed since you had left the group, the pain of separation slowly fading into a dull ache you had learned to live with.

The nights were the hardest, when the silence of the garage seemed deafening, and the memory of Prompto's face would surface in your mind, unbidden.

The sound of the Regalia's engine roaring into the garage was a welcome yet unwelcome intrusion one day. You looked up from the car you were working on to see Noctis, Ignis, Gladiolus, and Prompto stepping out of the car, looking a bit weary but no worse for the wear.

They looked more seasoned, their faces sporting a few more scars, but their eyes were still filled with the familiar determination and bond they had shared since the beginning of their journey.

Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus greeted Cindy and Cid with some casual banter, their voices familiar and almost comforting. Prompto lingered a bit behind the rest, his eyes scanning the garage until they landed on you, as if time was repeating.

Your gazes met, and that familiar rush of emotions washed over you both. The weight of the past six months hung heavy in the air, a silent conversation passing between you both through the brief exchange of looks.

A mix of surprise, relief, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on flickered in Prompto's eyes, but it was gone in an instant as Gladiolus said something, drawing his attention away from you.

You returned your focus to the car, pretending to be busy with tuning, but your heart was racing in your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Prompto stealing furtive glances in your direction.

Every glance sent a jolt of electricity through you, reminding you of the chemistry you had shared before you left. The silence between you both felt heavy, filled with unspoken words, emotions, and a thousand questions.

You returned to your work, but the ache in your chest grew more insistent.

The evening descended upon Hammerhead, bringing a gentle coolness to the air. The stars above glittered like diamonds against the inky black canvas of the night sky.

The sound of footsteps in the garage startled you, breaking the peaceful silence of the night. You looked up to see the unmistakable silhouette of Prompto, framed by the dim light spilling in from the outside.

Prompto stood at the entrance of the garage, his lean frame casually rested against the door frame. His eyes were fixed on you, studying you intently. He didn't say anything for a moment, just watched you silently.

The air between you was thick with unspoken words, a thousand emotions swirling in the silence. Prompto's eyes were unreadable, his expression a mixture of curiosity.

You couldn't breathe, you couldn't speak.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you met Prompto's gaze, and suddenly, you found yourself at a loss for words. Your mouth felt dry, your thoughts a tangled mess. It was as if his presence had sucked all the oxygen from the air, leaving you in a state of breathlessness.

You tried to say something, anything, but no words came out. You stared back at him, your eyes wide, your heart thudding loudly in your ears. The silence between you was deafening.

Prompto's gaze had changed. His eyes shone with a new, more masculine air, his once boyish features now sharpened and matured, giving him a more rugged and handsome look.

His blue eyes were like twin pools of shimmering water, seemingly drawing you into him. You noticed the freckles that sprinkle his tan skin like stars on a night sky. His hair was messy yet attractive, falling effortlessly in shaggy layers around his face.

You noticed this change as he looked at you. His gaze was no longer the playful and innocent gaze you had grown to know.

His gaze held a confidence that hadn’t been there before, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Prompto seemed to sense your inner turmoil, the way your breath hitched and your eyes widened. His gaze softened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his face.

Prompto pushed away from the door frame and began slowly making his way towards you. Each step he took was measured, his eyes never leaving yours. With every step, the distance between you seemed to shrink, the tension building silently.

As he closed the gap between you, you could see the myriad of emotions playing out in his eyes. He came to a stop just a few steps away from you, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"h-hello again..."

Prompto's expression softened further, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Hey."

His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was trying to gauge your response to his presence. He looked at you quietly for a moment more, his eyes searching your face.

The air was filled with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation, both of you teetering on the edge of something unspoken.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just stood there, watching each other. Prompto's eyes held an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, and there was a vulnerability in his expression that you had never seen before.

Suddenly, it was as if a dam burst. All the pent-up emotions, the months of silence, the questions left unasked, they all came rushing out at once.

Without a word, Prompto closed the remaining distance between you, his hands reaching out to grasp your arms. He pulled you towards him, his grip firm but gentle, his eyes never leaving yours.

You stumbled slightly as he tugged you closer, your body colliding against his. His breath was warm against your face, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart mirrored in your own chest.

He stood there, holding you tightly, his eyes roaming over your face, tracing the contours, studying your expression. His fingers started to rub small soothing circles on your skin, sending small frissons of electricity down your spine.

The kiss was sudden and intense, his lips claiming yours with a desperate hunger. It was as if months of pent-up frustration, longing, and unspoken words were poured into that single gesture.

Your mind went blank for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact. But then, a wave of desire washed over you, and your body responded on instinct. Your arms reached up to grip his shirt, pulling him closer, as you returned the kiss with equal fervor.

His hands moved from your arms and settled on the sides of your face, holding you as he deepened the kiss. It was as if the months apart had never happened, the chemistry between you still as strong as ever.

The sound of the boys calling out for Prompto shattered the moment, reminding you that the outside world existed.

Reluctantly, you both pulled away from each other, your breaths ragged and your eyes slightly dazed.

You looked into each other's eyes, both of you trying to regain your composure, the passion of the kiss still lingering on your lips. Prompto looked torn, his gaze reluctantly moving towards the sound of the guys' voices.

You could see the struggle on his face, the desire to stay with you and the pressure to return to the group. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go, taking a step back, putting some distance between you again.

Prompto gave you a small, almost rueful smile, his eyes locking with yours. "Yeah, I'll make sure I do more damage to the Regalia during our trips..." He said, indicating they were all here because of his little mischief.

He glanced back over his shoulder at the direction the guys' voices were coming from. "Duty calls," he said reluctantly, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Taken by surprise, Prompto stumbled back towards you, his mouth forming a small 'o' as you pulled him in for another kiss. The unexpected gesture caught him off guard, but after a moment, he melted into the kiss, his arms encircling your waist as he held you tightly.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath still a bit ragged. "Wait for me?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper.

"like i always do."

Prompto's breath hitched at your words, and for a moment, he just held you tighter, his eyes searching yours. A mixture of emotions flickered across his face - surprise, hope, and a touch of disbelief.

He closed his eyes and let out a slow exhale. "Damn it," he muttered as if he was both frustrated and relieved. "I can't leave now knowing you need me, can I?"

Prompto pushed you against the garage wall, his body pressing against yours as he captured your lips in another fervent kiss. The cool night air was a contrast against the heat between you. His hands explored the curves of your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

The world around you seemed to fall away, the only thing that existed being the two of you, your bodies pressed together, your breaths mingling in the dark. His lips left kisses against your neck, tasting and teasing, igniting a fire that you thought had died months ago.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps followed by a collective gasp. You looked up to see Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus staring at you two, their mouths hanging open.

They stood there, completely taken aback by the sight of you and Prompto locked together against the garage wall. You both froze, your eyes widening in surprise and slight embarrassment at being caught.

Noctis was the first to break the silence, a shocked and almost comical expression on his face as he looked between the two of you. "What the hell?" he blurted out.

Ignis and Gladiolus were both speechless, their eyes wide as they tried to process what they were witnessing. Gladiolus whistled low, breaking the silence with a low, appreciative "damn."

Prompto pulled away from you, his hands still holding onto your waist as he turned to face the others. He looked sheepish and a bit guilty, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "Uh, Hey guys..."

Noctis pinched his nose and you pushed Prompto lightly towards them. "You gotta go."

Prompto gave you an almost pleading look, as if he didn't want to leave, but seeing your insistence, he reluctantly let go of you, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Noctis, still looking utterly bewildered, just shook his head slightly, mumbling something along the lines of "I can't believe this." Ignis, chuckled at the prince's comment.

Ignis and Gladiolus had similarly surprised expressions on their faces, though Gladiolus just looked amused and somewhat impressed. He clapped a hand on Prompto's shoulder as they started walking back to the Regalia, Prompto throwing one last glance back at you before disappearing into the night.

The ache in your chest was replaced by a feeling of affection as you anticipated your next encounter with Prompto, envisioning another good memory to cherish.

@drxcorelibre - do not steal, plagiarise or repost my posts on any other social media. This is my only account.

[phoenixwithapencil]

Ya ever find it weird that Bahamut barely has his role talked about in game? How strange his role really is?

Bahamut, the bladekeeper

Bahamut, the draconian

Bahamut, the keeper of prophecies and creator of the crystal

Bahamut, the god of war

Bahamut, the god who never provided a real reason for why so much blood had to be spilled for his prophecy to come true

Bahamut, who misled Ardyn and Somnus both into petty violence

Bahamut, who told Ardyn to spread the scourge upon the world for decades

Bahamut, who let Ardyn go on a vengeful killing spree just long enough to really hate Lucis- but not get his revenge- and then let him go back on his merry way to Nifilheim and Verstael Besithia who had ambitions of war and tin soldiers powered by scourge

Bahamut, who enabled a war that killed nearly everyone on both sides not to mention those who were caught in the crossfire- a war that would not have been so bloody had Ardyn not had such a hand in it

Bahamut, who demanded a blood price 2,000 years in the making- who really demanded two sacrifices- Ardyn and Noctis- who did not need both for there is a world where Noctis at least lives and the sun rises and no one else needed to die for it.

Bahamut, the god of war, the creator of the crystal

It’s a strange pairing when taken with the story of ff15. That’s all.

[avianscribe]

Road Trip: A Final Fantasy XV Collection

IT'S HEEEEERE!

Now you too can make yourself a copy of this illustrated FFXV story collection! I've posted this 26-page PDF for download via my ko-fi shop FOR FREE! It's set up to easily print double-sided so you can cut and fold it into book shape!

It is formatted for 8.5"x11"; I want to make an A4 size available, too, but I don't have a way to test-print it at this point. Baby steps!

In any case, enjoy!

And if you end up making yourself a copy, I'd love to see pictures!

[flowers-of-tenebrae]

One day, Noctis randomly sends Lunafreya a sticker of a goose via their notebook. "How cute," she writes back, thinking nothing more of it in the moment.

The next time it's a postcard of the Crown City Botanical Gardens with a small goose swimming in the foreground. "I should very much like to hear more of your recent outing, Noctis," she scrawls beneath the glossy card. A school excursion, she thinks. Or perhaps a trip with friends?

Weeks later, Umbra brings word of Noctis' latest tidings. Tucked at the end of a lengthy letter is a photo of Noctis posing with a white duck. An arrow points to a caption that reads: "We couldn't find any geese. Prompto took this instead."

The pattern continues for some time, stickers of geese littering the notebook's pages with the odd duck here and there.

One goose clutching a sylleblossom flower stands out in particular.

Lunafreya finds no traces of other birds, and so rules out bird watching as a hobby. It is a perplexing conundrum, a tiny enigma with but a single recourse.

"Dear Noctis," she writes, "Pray, do not take this the wrong way, but I fear I must ask. How did this obsession with geese and ducks come to be?"

For a mercy, Noctis' reply is swift:

"Well, you see there's this game...with a goose holding a knife and..."

[lexsssu]

Wish (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

TAGS: Noctis/F!reader, breeding, impregnation, reunion sex, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“ ...make up for all the time we spent apart and keep you so full of me that you’ll forget what it’s like not to… ”

Noctis loves the way your legs lock around his waist even tighter in response to his promise. It reassures him that you want this as much as he did.

That you want him as much as he wants you.

Despite being left to raise your son alone (albeit with help from the gang and everyone else) for all these years as he fulfilled his destiny, it soothes the king’s weary heart to know that some things never change.

Although both of you were a little older, a little more damaged than the young adults who had to carry the weight of the world upon their shoulders, Noctis is relieved to have you clutching him as tightly and desperately as he did to you.

He’d long lost count of how many times he came into your greedy hole that seemed all too happy to receive his cum. With Aelius tucked in bed, it was time for mommy and daddy to get to work and give the boy the baby siblings he’d been asking for.

And because Noctis had most of his son’s childhood to make up for, how can he deny his heir’s wish? 

If anything, the King of Light knows for sure that his own old man is probably smiling down from somewhere in the big sky at his earnest efforts to expand your little family.

.

.

.

Huh, maybe he should convince you to do it on the throne one of these days—

[primamchorus]

Partial Dossier #025 :: Sal Scientia

VOX INTELLIGENCE BUREAU SAL SCIENTIA

REPORT FROM PAX VOX

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Born Sal Saxum to a lesser noble family, Sal was a member of the Crownsguard and later turned into a member of House Scientia by way of marriage to Nix Scientia. During his time in the Crownsguard, Sal was in service to King Mors Lucis Caelum, and then later, King Regis Lucis Caelum. In his years of service, Sal did not often see a place at Mors' side. It was only after being wed to Nix Scientia where Sal was elevated to assignments closer to Regis' side once he ascended the throne as king.

In his youth, Sal was enrolled into private royal academics, receiving education in political science and history. Though unable to put much of this into actual practice when it came to serving under either sovereign, Sal's education was instead used in service to the Vox Intelligence Bureau in amending and clarifying documents within the records where applicable. It was within this profession that Sal became acquainted with Nix Scientia.

After being wed to Nix, Sal's status was elevated to a more secure position at King Regis Lucis Caelum's side. Sal's abilities as a member of the Crownsguard often saw him accompanying Regis to meetings and social events — often alongside Nix. Showing a sense of duty and scrupulous manner, Sal was entrusted to serve House Viridis at Aulea Viridis' side in order to keep her both safe and tended to. As Sal has reported in the past, this seemed to be a notion Aulea was not as keen on, but eventually grew into.

In the summer of M.E. 744, Sal was pronounced dead having protected Queen Aulea Viridis Caelum and son Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum in their return from their summer vacation home in Cape Caem. In an unfortunate string of events, Sal was rendered unrecognizable — only the identification on his person at the time gave the Viridis morticians any confirmation on his identity. He has since been buried alongside Nix Scientia within the royal cemetery grounds.

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Remember that idea about Regis thinking Ardyn is his brother and derailing the peace talks? The one you definitely were not going to write?

Anyway, how's it doing?

*makes the sound of a dying engine*

It's going. Somehow. And slower than a snail. The muses dared to abandon me for a few months there and I was not happy about it. At all.

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For the first time in years - maybe even decades - Ardyn did not know what to do. The only reason he kept a grin fixed on his face was pure habit. It was the kind of grin that made both Aldercapt and Besithia grind their teeth loud enough that he could hear it. It was amusing. Regis's reaction, however, was a strange kind of bemused worry.

Ardyn wanted to be angry about it. He really did. But instead something deep within him seemed to relax. Just the tiniest bit. It made him feel like he was about to fall apart. Was this another one of Bahamut's tortures?

"Apologies, Majesty. I was too engrossed with this truly marvellous meal, to catch your gestion. May I trouble you to repeat it?"

The Lord Shield shifted in his seat like he dearly wanted to say something, but held his tongue. The King must have given his trained dog instructions on how to behave beforehand. How... cute.

"No worries, Chancellor. Our cooks have simply outdone themselves this time." Regis gave Ardyn a smile that could have been bland but somehow wasn't. Ardyn didn't know what it was. "I was simply wondering how you have come to hold the position of Chancellor. There must be quite a story there."

Ardyn did not know how, but somehow the King managed to communicate a kind of earnest curiosity that made his stomach churn. He needed to know what the King thought he knew about the situation. The question was how to go about it.

He took another bite of whatever was on his plate. It tasted like stale ash.

[risingmoonyue]

Guard: hold it! This is a restricted area!

Prompto: oh don’t worry, I have a permit

Permit:

[serotoninbetweenpages]

TBT to when I finished playing Prompto's DLC and a 10 year old asked me: "what did you get about that ending?" The scene was Prompto, rolling away after bidding goodbye to Aranea and then Ardyn appears.

I was confused, and I hadn't thought much of it since Ardyn, as natural, was a pain in the ass during the whole game, making his apparitions and narrating his monologues. So I went: "Well, idk, that Ardyn was there following Prompto the whole time, and he know's where he's going?"

THE 10 YEAR OLD LIL' DUDE GOES: "I think Ardyn was Aranea the whole time". AND WTF, THAT'S GENIOUS? I DID NOT THINK ABOUT THAT, HOW A SINGLE DECADE OLD BABY CAUGHT THAT AND NOT ME THAT I'M ALMOST 2 DECADES OLD?

[indexvirus]

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Being inspired is a beautiful thing, and should be acknowledged and discussed freely and without judgement or shame. No one needs to be banned or bullied for not understanding how crediting works, and new blogs should not feel like the moment they set out to the social media, nothing they create is their own. Art may take hours even days planning and creating.

Credit people, lovelies. And have an awesome time in the fandom!

[phoenixwithapencil]

I wonder- does Gladio blame himself in Altissia? Does he bandage his friend’s wounds and feel he’s failed his duty? If he’d just been quick enough, neither Noctis nor Ignis would be injured. If he’d done his one job, could he have at least taken the damage instead of his friends?

Does Gladio blame himself, when Prompto is pushed off the train? If he’d not snapped at Noctis, would they have been isolated enough to get into this mess? If he’d had a more level head, would Prompto not have felt the pain and despair of his isolation in the Nifilheim tundra?

Does Gladio blame himself, when Noctis is subsumed into the Crystal? When he’s not strong enough to avert Noctis’s fate? Was it his fault that Noctis put on the ring, didn’t, for once shun the weight of the crown and crystal? Would it be his fault if Noctis doesn’t return?

Does Gladio blame himself, in the long night, for each lost life, each wounded hunter? Does he temper it with an eternal mantra of ‘one more hunt, one more shift on patrol,’ pushing himself past breaking, just to atone for his guilt? He can spare anyone else the pain. He won’t fail to protect them this time.

Does he blame himself, after the dawn? Ten years, surely they could have figured out how to spare Noctis. Surely he could have done something.