#heading to bed now though i prommy

[quietlyblooms]

am i awake at almost 1 am bc i hyperfixated on an ask reply?? yeah and so the terrible sleep schedule continues :' )

[munch-mumbles]

kj post five hundred thousand lamenting the loss of my passion for drawing because its starting to feel like its never coming back

[misasimagines]

dating hcs / reader x Ren (Tokyo Debunker)

included characters: all about Ren (much like the rest of my blog sometimes...)

rating: SFW, nothing NSFW here I prommy.

warnings: he's just a menace. Only thing assumed about the reader is that you are smaller than him in one bullet point. These are also much more casual and not as polished as I try to make my normal fics so sorry if that bothers you!

I can't promise there won't maybe eventually be a part 2 or a NSFW version of this. genuinely someone save me please im being held hostage in my own brain.

Level 10 clinger but he won't admit it. He's just like Where are you going :/ when you get up and it's like bro I've been here 4 hours? And he's like …. whatever you can leave …. And that obviously means he does not want you to leave.

But it's somewhat okay! Because he actually gives really good hugs. Just only to you, everyone else gets the stiffest and most uncomfortable hugs that result in him shoving them away and groaning and complaining about harassment. With you, you get a nice snuggly hug and he groans and complains if you try to wiggle out too soon. give and take.

You can go make yourself some ramen and he's like hanging off you, arms wrapped around your waist, resting his chin on your head or shoulder like, are you making me ramen too? And you give in because he's being uncommonly cute. And then he's immediately giving demands like don't cook it too long and it gets mushy, that's gross, and don't add the seasoning packet on top like that because it gets all clumpy and gross like BOY do you want your ramen cooked for you OR NOT? No matter how you make it, he's going to make a face and be like “This is trash…no I'll eat it…it's whatever…” it's not trash, he's very touched, he's just insufferable.

If you're sleeping in the same bed as him and get up in the morning before he does, there is a non-zero (and by non zero I mean incredibly high) chance he's just grabbing you around the waist, pulling you back down, and complaining that it's too early. Okay? I have a job??? He will just hold you tightly and whine at you that he was warm and comfortable and you can't just leave him, he doesn't sleep as well without you. He's too tired to really realize what he's saying and will deny this later, instead being like ugh whatever you take up too much room in my bed, you're lucky I sacrifice so much for you… (wait don't go back to your room tonight, take me with you-)

On sleeping, you probably go in thinking that sharing a bed with him will be just sleeping on opposite sides as separate as possible. Not true. He's the big spoon and you are no different from a body pillow now the way he's laying half on top of you. If it's too hot though, then yeah, get out of his bed….I mean don't really, he'll complain if you leave, but he's sprawled out and doesn't want you to touch him at all.

Really doesn't want to go on dates. He's like we can just stay in, right? ….watch a movie and play games…. going out sucks and it's expensive and we could run into people we know and they'd ruin it anyway… but when there's a new movie that he wants to see, he's like we Have To Go. We Have To. But when it was YOUR ice cream shop he's like….it's too cold out to get ice cream why do you want to go there?? Just buy a popsicle at the convenience store or smth….

He will give in and do things you want, though. You just have to be clear with him that it should be fair and equal, where you go and when. You stay in with him one day, he goes out with you another. Equality. This doesn't stop him from complaining. He's true to himself there.

Really though he's just embarrassed about going out and being perceived as Guy Who Goes On Dates because that's just. Too much. So if he's ever really apprehensive, he's probably just overthinking and overstimulated by it and you should probably just accept it's a stay at home night.

Like if someone starts poking fun at him for being your boyfriend or something he's like instantly kind of freaked out and bothered. Not because he doesn't want to be your boyfriend but because having it pointed out and being a part of his identity just kind of scares him. He'll be off and probably a bit avoidant for a few hours at least because of this.

He DOES use you for excuses though. Haru walks in and Ren's like nope can't do anything today look, they're laying on top of me, can't move, would ruin their day, you don't want to ruin their day right? If you want them to suffer, you can make me leave and do work but that's on you then. And of course Haru is like 😭 I could never do damage to your lovely partner 😭 

Your own participation doesn't matter here. You could be standing up and the second Ren hears Haru's footsteps, he's yanking you down on top of him so he can make that excuse. 

As awful and selfish as he is, he can be sweet, he just can't have it acknowledged. He'll bring you stuff from the store if he thinks/knows you like it and he'll pick out movies you'd like and he would 100% follow you around in a mmo he made you start and just murder all the enemies for you so you can progress easily. + He's throwing high level gear your way because he doesn't need it and he would grind for the cute pet you wanted so he can give it to you.

If you want to vent and complain and bitch, he's your man. He's like yeah fuck that guy (never met that guy in his life) he sucks. He's your biggest supporter for being a hater. If you're like I hate this person - when he meets them? He hates this person too. They don't have a chance here.

Coworker or peer who's mean to you? He meets them and is immediately like [disgusted face] I see what you mean. And the coworker is like??? See what??? Bro???? And he's mean! He's not nice to them. He's not actively insulting them, but whenever they talk he's making a face and sighing like he's never been so disgusted before.

He also holds grudges for you. Someone bumps into you in public and doesn't apologize? Permanent spot on his shit list. Friend argument that makes you upset or, even worse, cry? That friend is dead to him and he will not forgive them on your behalf. Doesn't matter if you don't care or you forgive them, he is not letting it go.

Will put on actually scary horror movies to watch so when it's time for you to go home/send him home, you're like……um I don't want to be alone, I'm scared. And then he can be like ugggh fine I guess I can stay, you're so needy (LETS FUCKING GOOOO)

Doesn't really do pet names, but if you call him a pet name like babe, honey, sweetie, etc he's blushing and he'll basically do anything you want because he doesn't know how to Think right now.

If you're upset about something, he's not great at advice or comforting words, but he'll cuddle you and let you relax and he won't complain about it. He'll even go pick up a comfort meal for you or make you some tea/coffee/etc. He'll be like, You like this movie right? We can watch it. - even though you know, for a fact, he cannot stand that movie. 

He'll just hold you and pet your head and listen and stay quiet for once.

Mostly, he doesn't like attention being brought to any of the sweet or generous things he does, and he has to ruin most of his own shows of affection by being selfish or whiney. It doesn't mean that he didn't have good intentions when he did the nice act, he just can't have them like super focused on because he gets embarrassed. Say thank you or give him a little kiss on the cheek and don't gush about it and he'll be okay. Maybe a little blushy but okay.

Also he's a drama queen. I don't think I even need to elaborate on this because it's so evident but he just reacts intensely to some things even if he tries really hard to be Too Cool to look more than just annoyed. Good Luck Fellow Soldiers.

Actually please pull the most basic “jump out and scare him” pranks because he screams every time and it's hilarious and he hates it but it's payback for all the bad horror movies.

Also payback because he'd let you borrow his hoodies, and the sleeves would be too long for you, and when you're not paying attention, he'd pull the loose ends behind your back and tie them together and then pull the hood over your face so you're trapped and can't see. This is because he is evil. And he does it whenever he thinks you've forgotten that he does this, and even if you remember and fight back, it's a losing battle. He deserves all the terrible things that happen to him 🫡

He looks so smug when he does this and mostly just uses it for leverage to make you stay with him longer than you planned to or if you were being bratty or something. 

If you Wise up and try to avoid this, he'll just come up with new methods. He's stubborn and you're basically challenging him so… best of luck, soldier 🫡

[sionisjaune]

🎁 I am, as you know, the biggest cneu fan... 👀 but if you're not in the mood for that i'll honestly love anything with nico or jenson in it to bits!! You write them so well after all Anyways happy holidays to one of my favourite authors <3 I've been saving your latest fic as a treat for the break so I prommy I'm getting to it very soon!

🎁mutuals get ficlets for the holidays!🎁

After smoking the rest of Jenson’s pre-rolls with his feet on Jenson’s lap, Nico peels himself off the sofa and follows Jenson to his bedroom at the back of the flat. Jenson watches him strip to his boxer briefs, throw his clothing in a pile in the corner, and flop on top of the sheets. He wiggles on the bed, twisting his spine like a cat, with a half-lidded expression that’s almost seductive. He’s just stoned. Jenson leaves his clothes on and climbs onto the bed after him. 

“Cheetah print?” says Nico, flicking his fingers lazily at the pillow shams lying against the headboard. “God, you’re so tacky.” 

“Never had any complaints,” says Jenson. Nico is sprawled across the exact center of the bed, somehow managing to consume all of the space on Jenson’s California king. It’s been a while since Nico last slept over. Usually it’s just spilling out of the back of a cab in the early hours of the morning, stumbling through the door of Jenson’s flat, and passing out on top of the sheets. Nico’s been occupied lately, though, with his racing driver. That anxious, possessive one that Jenson met in London. 

Nico hums, sliding the outside of his thigh against Jenson’s, hooking a finger in the neck of his shirt and tugging him closer. 

“You haven’t hit on me yet today,” says Nico, silkily. 

“I’ve been on my best behaviour,” says Jenson. He can feel himself grinning. Against his better judgement, he allows Nico to pull him closer. 

“I like you better misbehaving,” Nico purrs. His hips are about an inch away from Jenson’s dick, and he’s hardly wearing anything, just his lithely muscled body and the soft tousle of his hair. His cheeks are pinker than usual—not that Jenson spends much time admiring him in the daylight—and the skin under his eyes is flat and opaque. Jenson’s used to seeing blue veins and dripping mascara and flecks of glitter on his cheeks. 

Jenson curls over him, feeling rather like he’s shielding Nico from the world outside his bed. “Oh yeah?” he says. 

Nico nods, eyes dark and pupils wobbly, and employs the hand in Jenson’s collar to pull him down for a sudden kiss. Jenson feels momentarily like he’s being swallowed by the cloud of Nico’s hair and the heat of his body. Dry lips meet his mouth and a warm leg hooks around his calf. But just as quickly, Nico’s mouth is gone and he’s rolling away, hiding his face in the pillow. Jenson finds he's able to admit to himself that the print is a bit silly now that Nico's blonde hair is spilling across it. It looks like the kind of pillow a heartbroken teenage girl would bury her head in and cry into. 

“What the fuck was that?” says Jenson, blinking. Nico’s face is still turned the other way. Jenson tamps down on the urge to trace the smooth line of his naked back. “You weren’t actually going to fuck me, were you?”

Nico’s head shifts in the pillow. “I was going to try,” he says, muffled. 

“Bloody hell,” says Jenson. “You never want to fuck me.” 

“Still don’t, apparently,” says Nico. “God. This fucking pillow.” Jenson watches him wrestle it out from under his head and lob it violently at the wall. It nearly hits a lamp and lands in a sad heap on the floor. “My life is over,” says Nico. 

Jenson collects himself, ordering his blown-wide brain. He and Nico don’t fuck. Nico fucks everyone but him, including closeted racing drivers. Nico is his best friend, probably, and Jenson hasn’t seen him properly in months, and now Nico tries to kiss him and bails out at the last second. 

“It’s that guy, isn’t it,” says Jenson. He shifts on top of the sheets, pushing himself up to a sit. “You’ve been spending less time in London since I met him.” The muscles in Nico’s back twitch. 

“Fuck you,” says Nico, depleted. “Did you know I haven’t fucked anyone but him in months? And he’s away half the time anyway, so mostly I’m just alone, but I’d rather be alone than fuck anyone else.” He uncurls and rolls towards Jenson, still awfully feline, his arms tucked towards his chest. “And did you know that he’s faster than me too?” Nico blows out a frustrated breath. “And he, fuck, wants me to be sober when I’m with him, and—” 

Jenson arranges his head on the remaining pillow, facing Nico. The amount of separation between their bodies is almost platonic. “You know I would never ask that of you,” he says, trying to make it into a joke. 

“That’s why I like you,” says Nico. He untucks his head from the chest and opens his eyes, red-rimmed and shaky. “We’re going to do a fucking mountain of coke tomorrow, okay?” 

Jenson reaches forwards to brush a lock of hair out of Nico’s eyes. “Whatever Britney wants,” he says. 

[pocketmania]

hello!!! 🍊 anon here!!! I’m here to leave another request which is self indulgent :o

🎨🔫 ✨️ ☁️ ❤️‍🩹

Could I request one of the idols (Callie, Marie, Pearl, Marina, Shiver, Frye, or Acht) of your choice x reader who is comforting them from a headache? Perhaps with some forehead kisses? Thank you and have a nice day/night :)

Hi 🍊 anon! Thank you again! I'm gonna choose Callie for this one since she seems the most likely (besides marina) to do something like this :]

Also, I'm so sorry for the wait!

Now onto the thingy

‎‧₊˚✧[ Recovery Hubbery ]✧˚₊‧

(🎨🔫☁️❤️‍🩹) - splatoon fluff/comfort

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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You groaned in pain as you rubbed your forehead, sweating buckets. You were abed and had come down with a terrible case of the Ick. Fever, chills, achy body, sore throat, that sort of thing.

Your biggest problem, though, was how much your head was pounding; it was like your brain was trying to escape your head. You had taken some medicine earlier, but it didn't seem to do squat.

Just then, you heard the sound of your door opening. Your girlfriend, Callie, had just finished making food for you. You were too exhausted to care what it was. She made her way to your bed and beamed at you.

"Food time!" she sang happily, the sound of the door busting open startling you. You managed to sit up, wincing at the sudden loud noise. Callie realized you had a headache and attempted to stop making so much noise. "Sorry!" she shout-whispered.

She set the tray on your side table and sat next to you. "So, how ya feelin'?" she said, patting your thigh gently. "Still got a headache? That food's for you when you wanna eat, by the way." You slowly nodded your head, and Callie pursed her lips, seemingly thinking of something. She got up from the side of the bed and moved to the empty spot next to you. You shifted and lay back down so she had more room.

She immediately cuddled up against you and began to smother you (as she usually does). You tried to push her away in fear of getting her sick, but she didn't seem to care about that. "Stop..! You're gonna get sick!"

Callie shimmied her way up to meet your face level and grabbed both of your cheeks. "It'll be okay.. I prommy!" she whispered as she began to kiss your forehead. You tried to shove her away again this time because you had a fever and didn't want her to kiss the sweat on your forehead, if you had any.

But she kept going, anyway. Each time her lips broke away from your forehead, she would whisper 'I love you' just loud enough for you to hear. You eventually stopped resisting and just let it happen.

This went on for about 5-10 minutes before her smooches of your forehead slowed and came to a stop. She finished it off with one 25-second kiss and made an audible "mwah!" sound. She rested her face close to yours.

"So? Feeling any better?" You glanced at her smiling face and wrapped your arms around her and kissing her forehead for a change. "Yeah, a lot." You replied hoarsely.

"Good. Now, eat up! You need nutrients, and I didn't cook for nothin'!" She commanded you, sitting up and leaning on you. You sat up as well and chuckled, grabbing the tray of food that she had so generously prepared for you.

It was a basic meal; a fruit bowl, some (fancy) toast, and some Jellyade. You were grateful for it, however. Grateful for every bite and sip you enjoyed.

You looked down at your girlfriend, who was cuddled up against you, scrolling through Inkstagram. You smiled at her as you munched on your toast.

You were so happy that you hadn't even noticed that your headache went away.

- - - - - - -

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[piastrinorris]

how would older!tom grant react to you just randomly biting his big, beefy bicep?? like maybe you’re a bit sloshed and the urges™ are just too strong to resist, so you just…

like you don’t sink your teeth in enough to truly hurt or to draw blood, just enough to satisfy the urges™.

what’s his reaction???

ik, in canon, ruth bites into like his pec and he’s just like “oh??? … erm, ok.” and accepts his fate, but like… what’s older!tom grant’s reaction??? what’s his response to you randomly sinking your teeth into his beefy bicep??

(prior to seeing jq in that clip from hoard, i would’ve never considered myself a bitey kind of person… but here we are)

oooooh i have the PERFECT mental scenario in my head for this!!

okay so let's say it's been a friend's birthday, or a friend is leaving town, or it's a big work event. for whatever reason, you two went out for dinner with a big group of people, and even though you didn't drink loads, the couple of drinks you did have definitely hit you quicker than they would have when you were in your 20s. not enough to go off the rails or anything, but you're both definitely a little buzzed from it. (this is important, i prommy)

anyway, when you get back home, you guys slip into your usual night-time routine. tom gets in the shower first while you're doing your thing (maybe you're the sort of person who likes to get dolled up so you're taking all your accessories off, maybe you're more chilled w your appearance but you go around making sure the flat isn't a total bombsite once you wake up with an inevitable headache, whatever it is you do), and while you're in the shower, tom does his thing of getting into his singlet + undies (specifically YOUR fave visual there cass heheh), making sure you've got a fresh bottle of water beside your bed for the night, and settling in himself to scroll through reddit or whatever

you go and join him in bed and obv you wanna cuddle up to him bc a) he's tom and b) maybe you get a little extra affection-needy when you've been drinking. however, i think tom's the kind of drunk who literally cannot multi-task to save his life. he'll do whatever you want, but it has to be a "right, we're doing this now, let's go" kinda thing or else he'll just space out. so you're sat in the bed waiting for him to realise and at least put his arm around you while he reads, but he's too engrossed. (again, not ignoring you deliberately, he's just a lil dopey, bless him) you poke him in the arm, and he makes a weird sound but still remains scrolling through his phone. and so, with the last remnants of the night's alcohol taking your inhibitions away, you lean down and just press your teeth into his bicep. not a full on chomp, nothing painful, just enough so that he definitely feels teeth digging into him.

so he looks over with a Classic Tommy G Look™ like:

and you just look up at him, mouth still on his arm, and he just starts laughing, "what are you doing there, you wazzock?"

(wazzock is a term used in the general midlands dialect as an alternative word for like. idiot, silly goose, etc. there's a specific dialect where tom's canonically from, though, if you want to look up the sort of things he'd say, here's some good examples + i'm more than happy to try and help navigate what some words and phrases mean/are supposed to sound like lol)

anyway, you explain that he wasn't listening to you so Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures and he laughs it off with you and wraps his arm around you for the night

except as time goes on, you start realising that actually, even though you've only done it the once, you miss the feeling of biting tom's arm. it doesn't help when the weather gets warmer so he's wearing tank tops and short sleeves all the time and just... putting them on display, it's torture. so any time you're running on autopilot, or you just really need to do something impulsive, you'll go up to him and bite his arm. at first it still takes him by surprise a lot and makes him laugh, but eventually, he just sort of looks at you like, "y'alright?" and you'll just nod and he'll nod back and carry on doing whatever he's doing

besides, he totally gets you back for it when you guys are getting intimate. he doesn't bite anywhere that'll be super obvious, you're not teenagers leaving hickies on each others' necks, but he'll leave a nice little toothy bruise on your inner thigh, or just beneath your breast, or on your hip. just so that whenever you catch a glimpse of yourself in the shower or whatever, you're reminded that he can bite back, too 😌

[cacaocheri]

I THOUGHT YOU LEFT TO SLEEP GO SLEEP!! >:000

AWWWW MAN BUSTEDDD!!!

listen listen listen. I WAAAAS getting ready for bed and brushing my teefs and all that, but then I saw the funny hahas and got distracted......can you blame me

I'm headed to bed now though I prommy 🙏

[fiymywings]

hollow railway of remembrance story summary/liveblog for initial stories ch 1-5

ch. 1

starts off with everyone (len, shion, hollow, and emma) discussing the request the federation (still dont know if that’s what ymkren uses) gave them which is to investigate the train thats been kidnapping people

len once again makes a comment from what i could tell being distrustful of hollow because of how he looks, and while shion and emma go to defend him, hollow says len’s response is perfectly normal given his appearances. for clarification/context, in the event story prologue he aims at hollow initially on the account of him looking like a grim reaper and uses that as his excuse when asked to apologize for aiming at him (BITING THROUGH DRYWALL BITING THROUGH DRYWALL BITING THROUGH DRYWA-)

HOLLOW... SUDDENLY APPEARS BEHIND EMMA AS SHES FIGURING OUT WHAT TO DO AFTER THEY ALL BOARDED THE TRAIN AND EVERYONE WAS EITHER SPLIT UP ON BOARDING OR SPLIT UP TO INVESTIGATE, TOUCHES HER SHOULDER AND GOES “Fooound youuu~”. HOLLOW...

HELP ME THE TWO OPTIONS ARE “COUNTERATTACK” OR “SCREAM WITH ALL YOUR HEART” NOOO

“Emma? Are you alright?” HOLLOW.

Oh my god she got so startled she fell over and Hollow offers to help her stand up afterwards Im gonna cry this is so fucked up hollow i love you dearly but with every fiber of my being i wouldve fell over too

emma expresses concern over shion and len’s whereabouts, and while worrying hollow tells her to lift her head and assures her he’ll protect her and i :sob: hes so good. i love him so much

[ Looking at Hollow’s hand he’d held out as a gentleman, I unconsciously smiled. ]

H: Oh, is there’s something the matter with my hand?

E: I remember sometime before, you held your hand out to me like that.

H: Nfu~ I remember that quite well. Though I am someone people grant the title “grim reaper” to... would you mind holding my hand once more?

E: Of course!

ch. 2

hollow reaffirms the train is no ordinary train on the basis that he’s unable to dismantle it as usual (his tool basically just bounces right off), and while they’re trying to asses the source of it’s strangeness he goes into another mini “I WANNA DISMANTLE IT!!” bit as a result of wanting to understand it thoroughly (to which emma has to remind him to calm down)

NOOOOO

“Speaking for myself, rather than such romantic place, a graveyard is more fitting for me I believe.” HOLLOW ODNT SAY THAT YOU LOOK GREAT!!!PELASE!!!!!!!!!![CAT YELL]

ah. after a mild scene jump it jumps to emma wondering what to do since they’re locked in the train and hollow’s being hollow and gushing about machine parts. i love this beast

options: “hide watch/clock behind back” / “pause speaking”

help me emma snapped him out of it and he basically goes “anyway im good now!! i was a lil frusrtated earlier but i prommy im all good now : )” and emma goes “.......the way you said it sounds So Suspicious” (i agree with her since it was essentially the same manner of speech he did in main story trying to get his mind off of the monitor) and hands him the pocket watch likely as a way to help stimulate his brain

hollow talks about how the pocketwatch radiates a gentle feel and emma says “its like your praising me in a way” and he corrects her saying “i Am praising you because it wouldnt have this feeling if it wasnt for you”

ch. 3

while investigating, they still come up blank with ways to get out, and hollow suggests they take a small break leading emma by the hand to the bed in the sleeper car. he insists emma take a nap and reassures her that he’s standing guard while emma tries to argue they should find shion and len. hollow tells her slow and steady wins the race and that they’re all trying to find each other, and emma comes to realize her exhaustion might be showing through b now

options are among the lines of “maybe thats what it seems?” and “that’s probably the case”

H. HOLLOW SAYING “hiding somewhere out of sight while holding for my breath is my specialty” IN RESPONSE TO HIM RAISING THE OPTION OF HIDING IN A CORNER OF THE ROOM TO HELP HER SLEEP... of course she objects and eventually she tries to go to bed and hollow wishes her a good ngihts rest (i am going to be saving that soundclip btw. god bless)

after hollow exclaims, emma wakes up to the traincart filled with briars and a window reflecting hollows memories back to when he was a child (around when he was 5 years old i think?). from the window a grandfather clock starts sounding, and hollow starts having an episode and while attempting to reach the clock sound, he rips the briars off which disconnect the window from his memories. it doesnt stop his episode nor does emma trying to shake him out of it, in an act of desperation, emma hands him her pocketwatch which he dismantles in his usual speed (read: Fast.) which finally snaps him out of it. i cant read who has what but i believe if im reading right emma makes eye contact with hollow who’s teary eyed from the episode (THEY RIPPED THE JOY OF THE CUTE SLEEP MOMENT OUT OF MY HANDS SO SO SO FAST THAT WAS FUCKING VILE)

ch. 4

they moved traincarts and hollow immediately apologizes to emma and starts putting it back together, options were to either praise him or just watch, most of the chapter is them talking abt what they saw and hollow feeling as if he cant really forgive himself over what happened and mulls over a scenario where he might not have been able to repair something and ruined someones memories forever to which emma insists shes really not upset and knows its not on purpose, short summary because i was still emotionally recovering from last chapter but i think i got the most important parts

ch. 5

emma asks hollow a question, more specifically about what she saw in the window. from what i can make out, she feels its her responsibility as a guild keeper to help hollow as much as she can. they start to unpack the reason behind his episodes by linking it to the past, and he lays out that his family used to live and own a clock store and the memory shown was him age 5 at the birth of what would’ve been his younger brother. however a fire broke out and his family perished, and his memory of before and after the incident are hazy + the incident left him having episodes where he’d lose control of himself (as you see in his stories) nor does he understand the guilt he feels immediately after an episode, all while holding a hand to his chest like hes trying to search for it. later on in his childhood after he was orphaned, a mechanic took him in and he ended up taking the same career path likely because he was influenced

IN SHORT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim #17: Papercut

Masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, starvation, begging, death wish, very slight mouth whump

tags sound bad but this is the happy one ok i prommy

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It had been a month since Jim brought Kane home, and they were settling into a routine. Every morning, Jim would wash up, eat breakfast, and go get Kane. He would wait outside the bathroom while Kane washed up, the two would just do their usual all day, and he would lock Kane back downstairs before sunset. Kane’s injuries were almost all the way healed by now, though Jim still denied his repeated insistence on trying to help around the house. Even healed, he was clearly too weak to be moving around much, and Jim didn’t really need help anyway.

Jim didn’t have a job-- he was still making enough royalties off the book. The stupid book, even ten years later. Against All Odds: The True Story of Jim Lieberman. A fucking international bestseller based on interviews with him. Truth be told, he still hadn’t read the damn thing all the way through. He’d tried, of course, but he just couldn’t. He’d read the ending a million times, though. That was the part he liked, the part where he got out.

The book made him seem like a superhero. He got out, and then the book ended, all nice and clean. No PTSD, no chronic pain, no fucking nightmares where he never really left. No trying to finish high school at 25 and failing. No trying therapy and failing. No sitting in the bathtub in his sister’s house, clutching the stick he found in the woods so tightly it made his hands bleed, screaming at her that he can’t go to bed because Kane is going to find him. No moving to the middle of nowhere to get away from everyone who had read the book all the way through, to get away from the looks in their eyes that told him they knew all the details.

And certainly no keeping his former jailer captive in his basement.

They spent most of the day watching T.V., usually. Jim loved T.V. and he loved movies, always had. Back when he was Kane’s prisoner, the vampire had a T.V., but it wasn’t connected to anything. It could only play whatever VHS tapes Kane had. No episodes of Jim’s favorite shows. No new material. No news of the outside world. Now, he could watch as much as he wanted.

Kane seemed content to sit on the couch, huddled comfortably in a ball with the hood of his jacket pulled up. Sometimes he would bring the blanket up, too, though he’d started doing it less and less. Jim took it as a sign that he was beginning to feel safer, after a month of peace.

It almost seemed like it could go on like this forever.

Jim lived far enough away from the nearest town that he only got his mail delivered once a week, and today was mail day. As usual, it was mostly junk. As he thumbed through the letters and leaflets, he accidentally sliced his thumb on the sharp edge of one of the papers.

Instantly, something hit him with such force that he was knocked to the ground, the back of his head hitting the wooden floor hard as he looked up.

Kane, an uninjured, hungry vampire, was right on top of him, fangs bared and eyes crazed mere inches from his face. His hands pinned Jim’s wrists to the floor, and drool dripped onto Jim’s cheek as the vampire leaned in--

Jim screamed. His chest spasmed in panic, breathing heavily with his heart feeling like it was about to pound out of his body.

“N-n-no, no, no,” he whimpered, eyes welling up with tears.

The wild look in Kane’s eyes morphed into abject horror.

Kane hastily pushed himself up, took a few wary steps back, and raced in the direction of the basement. Jim could hear a distinctive thunk followed shortly by the sound of the basement door slamming shut.

Jim did not get up from the floor, shoulders quaking. Oh god, Kane’s in his house. He’d forgotten. This was Kane. Jim had interrupted feeding, he’d forgotten who he belonged to, he was going to be beaten again, he couldn’t breathe--

A piercing wail interrupted his spiral, the most distress-filled sound Jim had ever heard, long and broken.

-

When Kane realized what had just happened, he was already on top of Jim, pinning him to the floor while the human cried and pleaded.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

Kane reeled, backing away slowly for a few steps before making a run for it. Back down to the basement, back down where there’s no sun--

He tripped over the ankle restraints, hitting the floor with a crash. The dull pain was nothing compared to what he was about to experience. Not wasting a moment, he got back up and made it to the basement, slightly singeing his hands on the door’s silver lining as he shut it firmly behind him. Like the fall, he barely noticed.

Kane was going to be sent back. There was no getting around it, there was absolutely no way Jim was going to let him stay after what he’d just done.

He collapsed at the bottom of the stairs, sobbing. He liked it here. He had felt good for the first time in so long. Jim had allowed him to heal. The only thing that ever hurt at all anymore was the agonizing twisting of his stomach, and he’d suppressed that for so long that it was almost negligible most of the time, until the scent of blood hit him with absolutely no warning.

Jim gave him a bed, and clothes, and a blanket, and the jacket, and let him take a bath every day, and never once hurt him, even after everything he’d done. Not even so much as a cruel word. Here he got to be Kane again, instead of the leech.

But not anymore. Because he was going back. Kane shuddered on the ground. He would have to go back to being the leech. Back to the cell, to being exposed, to sleeping on concrete. Back to pain, pain, pain, every minute of every hour of every day without reprieve, and this time no one was going to come save him. He would never be allowed to feel another good thing ever again, because he didn’t deserve it. Even after everything, after claiming he’d learned his lesson, he’d still attacked. Attacked Jim, again. And now he was going to pay. Forever.

Kane wailed, his overwhelming anguish unable to be contained by his body anymore.

-

Jim snapped out of it at the sound of the blood-curdling scream.

He wasn’t there. He didn’t belong to anyone, not anymore. He wasn’t going to be beaten. Kane wasn’t going to hurt him anymore. Things were different now. He was home.

He was having trouble breathing because his own hand was clamped over his neck hard enough to leave bruises. He slowly unclenched his hand, not removing it entirely, just not pressing down anymore.

Jim took a deep breath and forced himself to assess the situation. Kane had tackled him. Because he was starving. Because I’m a fucking coward. Even still, Kane had managed to hold himself back and retreated without biting. That was... commendable.

If the scream was anything to go by, Kane was expecting something bad. Execution, maybe, or some form of horrifying torture Jim couldn’t even imagine. Whatever had caused the marks that had painted every inch of his skin up until recently.

Jim got to his feet. Before he could deal with Kane, he needed to make sure it wouldn’t turn into a repeat of what just happened. He got out a band-aid and secured it around his thumb, frowning. This... wouldn’t be enough, probably. He headed to the kitchen and encased the digit in plastic wrap for good measure. He was still unsure if this would be enough to block the scent of blood to a starving vampire, but it would have to do.

Just in case, he went to his bedroom to retrieve his stake. He usually kept it under his pillow, gripping it hard in the middle of the night when the fear was the worst. Never used, always handy. It wasn’t large, didn’t need to be. It went in his back pocket.

And then, the basement. As he got closer, the sound of pitiful weeping got more and more audible. Jim felt his heart twist: the guy must be absolutely terrified.

Probably best to knock first. No more surprises. The crying stopped immediately as he rapped lightly on the door.

“Kane? I’m coming down, alright?” he called.

A low, miserable whine in response.

Tentatively, he pushed open the door. Kane was crumpled in a heap on the floor, shaking in fear.

As he cautiously descended, Kane moved himself into a kneeling position. Jim opened his mouth, but before he could get any words out, Kane spoke first.

“I’m sorry. P-p-please kill me instead.” he begged, his voice shaking uncontrollably as he convulsed with sobs. “I, I know I can’t b-be allowed to st-stay here after what I’ve d-done. Please,” he looked up at Jim with desperate intensity, “Please don’t m-make me go back. I can’t. I can’t t-take it.”

He brought his trembling hands to his head, gripping fistfuls of hair. “Please just kill me. P-please, Jim, mercy. I’m s-s-so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, please not ag-gain. N-no more, please, I can’t take any m-more pain, I can’t. Please d-don’t send me back there. I’ll d-do anything, please, anything but that, please have mercy, I’m s-sorry.”

Kane thought he was going to send him back to be tortured.

He stepped closer. The vampire tensed, staring at him with bated breath and eyes full of despair.

“I’m not sending you back.” he started.

The effect of the words was immediate. Kane collapsed on himself, crying into his hands. “Thank you.” he breathed. “Th-thank you, thank you s-so much. I, I’ll be good. I w-won’t fight it. Thank you.”

It would be so easy. The stake was in his pocket. Kane was willing, begging him to do it. He could kill his captor right now and be done with the whole affair and never have to bleed again.

But when he looked at the sobbing, fearful man in front of him, he couldn’t see the monster who’d held him captive, who’d hurt him over and over and over again. All he could think of was when he’d been there, before, when their roles were reversed. How much he’d yearned for mercy, for Kane to just agree not to hurt him, for anyone to tell him that everything was going to be okay. Kane looked as miserable as he had felt then.

And he couldn’t do it.

“I’m not going to kill you either.”

Kane’s head snapped up, eyes widening in shock. “Wh-what are you gonna do to me?”

Jim steeled his nerves. “I’m going to feed you.”

-

Kane couldn’t believe what he was hearing. That, that couldn’t be right.

“What?” he asked, voice small.

“I’m going to feed you.” Jim repeated, even more confidently than the first time. “We can’t go on like this. It’s not right. You need to eat. Shit, I’m impressed you stopped yourself earlier.”

Kane didn’t understand. He just didn’t understand why, of all people, Jim would do that for him. After he’d attacked, no less. The dissonance scared him.

When Kane didn’t respond, Jim continued. “I’m going to drain some blood into a cup upstairs and bring it down here for you. No biting. Okay?”

Kane nodded mutely. He was going to be given blood. He’d given up on ever being allowed to feed again for as long as he lived, resigned to the constant feeling of need.

He still hadn’t responded. Jim was going to give him everything he’d ever wanted, more than he could ever hope to deserve, and he hadn’t even thanked him for it.

“Thank you!” he practically yelled. Loud, too loud. Jim flinched, staggering backwards.

He’s afraid of me. Of course he is.

Kane clasped his hands over his mouth. “S-s-sorry. Thank you.” he repeated in a muffled whisper. “I... I’m not worthy of your kindness. I’m beyond grateful. Thank you.” He bent forward, ducking his head in reverence.

“It’s f-fine.” Jim stuttered. “I’ll, uh, be right back.”

Kane heard the door lock behind him.

This was it. He was going to be allowed to feed, for the first time in years. He couldn’t remember what it felt like to not be hungry. Realistically, he’d probably still be hungry afterwards, but he didn’t care. He would take anything. Jim had said it in a way that made it sound like he would get regular feedings, too. How often? Once a year? Every few months? Maybe, if he was lucky, even once a month. He was giddy at the concept.

Kane could smell it, suddenly. Like when Jim had cut his finger earlier. Farther away, but so much more, and he began salivating at the aroma. He needed it, needed it. With difficulty, he fought the urge to ram his body against the silver-lined door in desperation. Jim was going to let him have it, he just needed to be patient.

A possibility suddenly occurred to him: What if it was all a trick? A taunt to punish him for attacking?

It would be justified. He’d attacked, after all, and done so much worse to Jim before that. And Jim wasn’t sending him back, that was all that mattered. A false promise of blood was the mildest punishment he could possibly imagine for such an offense. He’d take it gladly.

And even so... he thought of Jim’s kind words, his generous gifts. Letting him upstairs to relax on the couch with him during the day. Closing the blinds to protect his skin. The way he’d spoken about the hunters’ treatment of him as if it was wrong. And he just couldn’t bring himself to believe Jim would do it. Kane found himself believing Jim’s words.

He was going to be fed.

The smell was getting stronger and stronger. Jim was bringing the blood here. Still kneeling, he dug his nails into his thighs, hard enough that he would have likely broken the skin if not for the fabric of the pants he’d been given, and forced himself to be still.

The door opened, and the sensation was overpowering. Kane let out a strangled noise against his will and stopped breathing, tenser than he’d ever been in his life, staring up at Jim. He couldn’t attack again, he couldn’t. 

Jim approached hesitantly, a mug about one-quarter full of delicious delicious blood in one hand, his other hand behind his back. The arm he could see had a bandage wrapped around the elbow.

“Here.” Jim said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world and not the act of a saint, and held out the mug.

At the granting of permission, he finally let himself grasp the mug from Jim’s hand and brought it to his lips.

Kane had never felt anything so amazing in his entire life, tears streaming down his face as he gulped it down. It was more heavenly than he could have ever imagined, it was everything, and it was gone in all of two seconds. He lapped at the inside of the mug, licking up every last drop.

But oh, there was more, deeper in the mug than his tongue could reach, and he needed it. He felt newfound strength flowing through him, an energy he hadn’t felt in so long, and almost felt like he could just--

The ceramic shattered to pieces in his hands, allowing him to access the sweet remnants of blood at the bottom of what used to be a mug. He gleefully licked up what was left, uncaring as the jagged edges cut his tongue and added his own blood to the mix. A few drops had spilled on the floor, and he licked those up too. Finally, he had consumed every smidgeon of blood offered to him, the only remaining scent of it coming from his savior.

-

Jim watched, stunned, as Kane licked scattered drops of blood off the floor, broken pieces of mug strewn around him. Slowly, he lowered his hand from where it gripped the stake in his back pocket as his fear ebbed away. At last, Kane looked up, his face full of dazed wonder.

“Uh, so, I’ll use a bowl tomorrow. Got it.” Jim commented.

Kane seemed to snap back to reality at his words, eyes flicking down to the mess surrounding him before returning to Jim, more fearful. “Thank you so, so much, I, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jim waved him off. “It’s just a mug. You were literally starving.”

Kane’s shoulders relaxed at the reassurance before suddenly tensing back up, his eyes widening impossibly. “Wait-- tomorrow?”

Jim paused. This was it, he was committing. He was going to do this every day for the foreseeable future.

But... it was different, now. He was in control of his own body. It was his choice this time. It honestly hadn’t been as bad as he had expected, making the cut alone with his own hands. And looking down at Kane, eyes wide and fragile, so desperate that he’d just licked his blood off the floor without hesitation, there was no other answer he could have given.

“Yeah. You’ll be fed every day.” Jim confirmed. “Should have been that way from the day you got here.” An I’m sorry almost crossed his lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Not to Kane. Not after the last time he’d said I’m sorry to him.

Kane looked up at him like he was a god.

“I-” Kane stammered, “I don’t... I don’t know what to say. How I could ever repay you. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” he replied, uncomfortable.

There was one more thing.

“Kane, I just wanna make something clear.” he said seriously. Fear crept back into Kane’s eyes at the tone as Jim crouched, meeting him eye-to-eye.

“You are never going back there. I don’t expect this to happen, but if there were ever a problem-- if you ever did something... so big that I couldn’t keep you here anymore, I would kill you. I will never, ever send you back to those sick fucks. Do you understand?”

Jim had never seen someone so relieved in his entire life, let alone at the promise of potential death. He could see the tension visibly leave Kane’s body.

“I understand.” he said, his voice light.

And for the first time in five years, Kane smiled.

-

my face started bleeding while i was writing this (it’s fine) and i wiped it off then licked the blood off my fingers, so i’m living the dream kane-style too

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i made a fairytale au for cam and luther and then wrote nearly 5k words of fic for it?? which is wild bc i am not much of a writer. but. that’s under the cut. content warning for a pretty violent scene towards the end but there’s a happy ending i prommy

Once upon a time, there lived a prince. This prince, Luther by name, lived in a kingdom that was plagued by monsters. His father, the king, had gained his throne by feats of heroism, most notably by slaying a fearsome dragon that had ruled the land for years. The time came for Luther to prove he was worthy of the title of prince by slaying a monster of his own… 

Down in the countryside, farmers have been complaining for weeks of an ogre stealing their cattle and frightening their children. So Luther sets off in a splendid suit of armor, with a sword sheathed on one hip, a quiver of arrows on the other, and his bow slung on his back.

Luther rides his horse down to the village where the ogre was last spotted. He talks with the locals and gets a description of the creature. At least forty feet tall, they say, with greenish-grey skin and dark hair and teeth the length of a man’s forearm. Luther leaves his horse behind with the farmers because he doesn’t want her getting hurt and marches off, following a set of giant footprints left behind by the ogre, sword in hand. He would have to admit that he isn’t the best at sword fighting, and that really he’s never faced a monster on his own. But his father gave him a crucial tip: every monster has a weak point. Find the weak point, exploit it, and you’ll win every time. 

The footprints lead through the plains of grass, past the area where the farmers let their cattle out to graze, and into a dark forest. The sun is going down before he manages to find the ogre, so he sets up a little camp with a little fire and rests his tired bones. His armor isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but it takes forever to get on and off even with someone helping him, let alone by himself. He sits with his back to a big boulder so nothing can sneak up behind him and eventually drifts off.

Luther awakens the next morning and groans at how stiff and sore he is. He sits up and pauses, brow furrowed, remembering that he’d gone to bed sitting upright. But just now, he’d been lying on his back. And he’s not the best tracker, but those giant footprints look… disconcertingly fresh. These things add up in his mind. He just about passes out. He crouches down and puts his head between his knees for a moment until he can breathe again and his heart stops pounding quite so hard. He was right next to it! He fell asleep leaning on it! If his father heard about this he’d give him such a beating. How could he not have noticed that the boulder was actually - 

His stomach rumbles, interrupting his panicked thoughts, and Luther remembers that the last time he ate was back in that farming village around two in the afternoon yesterday. He digs out a bit of beef jerky and morosely works at it. His father swears by the stuff, but it just makes his teeth hurt. Luther dreams of the kitchens back home and drools a little.

He gives up on the jerky and manages to take down a couple squirrels with his bow and arrows. He gets his fire blazing again and sets them cooking over it, and sits down to draw in the dirt and form a battle plan. He gets wrapped up in his drawing and loses track of time, but is startled violently back to reality as a deep booming voice from behind him says, “Your squirrel’s burning.”

Luther’s eyes snap up to the fire. He hastily pulls the stick with his squirrels off of it, waving it in the air to put out the bit of squirrel that had caught fire. He blows on it and inspects the damage. Not too bad, a little charred. Still definitely edible. Then realization dawns, and he slowly looks up and over his shoulder.

That’s the ogre. He’s unmistakable. Huge, greyish-green, with shaggy black hair and big tusks that jut out of his mouth. He’s down on one knee looming over Luther, modesty barely preserved by a loincloth stitched together out of the pelts of many different furry animals. Luther wills himself to not faint for the second time that day. 

“You gonna eat that?” The ogre booms. “’Cause I will if you won’t.”

“W-well, yes, I was planning to,” Luther quavers, “But there are two, so, um, you can have one if you want? We can share?”

He takes the non-burned squirrel off the stick and holds it up. His hand only shakes a little. The ogre takes it carefully between thumb and forefinger and tosses it in his mouth. With such a tiny morsel, he’d usually just swallow it whole, but an interesting flavor makes him stop and savor it for a moment. 

“What’d you do to it? Not like any squirrel I’ve eaten. And I’ve eaten a whole army of squirrels.” He slaps a hand on his formidable belly. The sound makes Luther jump. 

“I- I didn’t do much, j-just some seasoning, I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to, please don’t eat me next." 

"You?” The ogre laughs. “Why would I eat you? You shared your food with me. That’s mighty polite. I’d say that makes us friends now, and I don’t eat friends.” He grunts as he shifts position, sitting down heavily and stretching out his legs. “Bad knees,” he grumbles. “Sat like that too long, but I wanted to see what you were drawing." 

Luther is now horrifically aware that he is directly between the ogre’s legs. He is also horrifically aware that he was drawing himself hitting an ogre with a sword. He hurriedly kicks some dirt over it. 

"Nothing. Nothing interesting. I’m a bad artist anyway.”

“Sure. What’s your name, little tin man? You didn’t seem too talkative when you snuggled up to me last night, but I thought maybe you were just tired. I’m Cam." 

"L-Luther.” Oh god. He was supposed to kill this thing, it - well, no, not ‘it’, he can’t think of Cam as an ‘it’ now he knows his name - he’s terrorizing folks, stealing their livelihoods, he’s supposed to drive him away, save the day, bring peace to the kingdom. Instead he’s sharing his meager breakfast and making friends with the monster. How did it all go so wrong!!

“So, Luther, you made of metal? I thought you were gonna take all that off, looks pretty uncomfortable, but you wore it all night. Unless it’s like… you?" 

"No, no, um, it’s just… it takes a long time to put it on and take it off? And I usually need help.”

 "Well shoot, friend, why didn’t you say so?“ Before Luther can object, a giant hand descends and plucks him up. He panics, struggles in Cam’s grasp, and Cam tsks at him. "I can’t get all that off you if you don’t hold still. Don’t make me squeeze." 

Luther goes still. If Cam squeezes the armor, it’ll stay squeezed. He wouldn’t want to still be in it if that happens. Cam clearly has no idea how to get someone out of armor though. He just pulls at clasps and buckles till they break, then shucks the metal off of Luther like an ear of corn. His helmet comes off first, freeing his dark brown curls.

“Aww,” Cam says, “lookit you. You’re kinda cute for a tin man.” He musses up Luther’s hair with a fingertip. "You’re like a little crab,” Cam chuckles. “Crack open the hard shell to get to the soft stuff underneath.” The food metaphor does not put Luther any more at ease as the rest of his armor is pulled off and tossed aside, piece by piece. Cam even strips the chainmail off of him and dumps it on the ground. This leaves Luther in his shirt and breeches, shaking like a leaf and terrified for his life. 

“Oh, you cold? Here, I gotcha.” Cam sandwiches him between his hands. Luther awaits the pressure and the horrible crunch that will no doubt be the end of his short life, but it never comes. Cam just holds him there, and truth be told his hands are very warm, and it had been a chilly morning. Luther relaxes very slightly.

After a few minutes, Cam lifts one hand a little and peeks at Luther. “Better?" 

"Much better, thank you. Even a little too warm, actually? Can I, um, come out now?" 

Cam laughs and opens his hands like a book, then tilts them so Luther tumbles into the palm of his left hand. "So what’s a fancy little shrimp like you doing all the way out here, with that tough shell and those sharp weapons? You huntin’ something?" 

Luther hesitates. It’s not… technically a lie, just an omission of truth, right? "Yeees…. Hunting.”

Cam laughs out loud, leaning back and slapping his knee with his free hand. “HA! You are just about the worst liar I ever met, Luther. Whew.” He actually wipes a tear from his eye. Luther feels his face heating up with anger and embarrassment.

“I am hunting! I’m hunting you!” As soon as he says it he regrets it. He slaps his hands over his mouth and cowers back as Cam sits up straight again and looks down at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“That so? Huh. Well, you found me, oh mighty hunter. And you fed me, and let me take your armor off you, and left all your sharp things on the ground while you sit in the palm of my hand. So, uh… how’s that goin’ for ya?”

“It… I… um… please don’t kill me?”

Cam grins. It’s not a nice grin anymore. It shows off too many teeth. “Lotsa folks have hunted me, you know. Not a one has succeeded. Most of ‘em can’t find me in the first place, not unless I want them to. Neat little trick we ogres have. We blend in well. The ones who did find me, they regretted it pretty quick. When I heard you clanking along with your silly armor and your little sword, I thought oh boy, here comes another one. But it turns out this one couldn’t find his own ass with both hands and a map, so he ain’t one of them legendary monster hunters lookin’ to claim some bounty. And he’s a little scrawny slip of a thing, too, and he keeps stopping to look at birds. I kinda liked you. And honestly, when you found me, it took me by surprise. Thought I had you pegged all wrong. Then you made your little fire, curled up next to me, and went to sleep, and it took everything I had not to bust my gut laughing right then and there. And now… well, I don’t rightly know what to make of you. Cute little thing, I know that. But cute won’t save you if you wanna tussle with me. So, little hunter… what’re you gonna do now?”

Luther’s nearly in tears. He manages to say, “Then… were you just… toying with me? This whole time? Waiting to see what I’d do?" 

Cam shrugs. "Pretty much.” That does it. The waterworks are in full swing. Luther’s chin trembles, his lower lip wobbles, and then tears are streaming down his face and he’s sobbing. 

“Y- you’re s-so-ho meeeaaaan,” Luther wails. “Y-you’re j-just making f-fun of me, I thought w-we were friends!” 

Cam has absolutely no idea how to respond to this. For some reason he actually feels guilty. “Aw - no - now look, there’s no call for - just… just stop crying, okay? Please?” Luther continues to sob, heedless of Cam’s pleading. “There, there,” Cam tries, patting Luther’s head. “I’m not going to kill you. Okay? How’s that? I’m sorry I called you - well. All those things. I’m sure you’re a great hunter. Look, you got those squirrels. And hey! That one I ate tasted great. You got some real skill there." 

Luther wipes his eyes and looks up, teetering dangerously on the edge of another sobbing fit. His eyes are all watery and a little red-rimmed. "R-really?" 

"Yes! Of course!” Cam clings to the compliment like a life preserver. “I bet you’re like, like the king’s cook or something, right? Cause you’re the best in the land?" 

Luther’s face crumples a little and he looks down, mutters something. 

"What?” Cam holds him up a little closer to his ear. 

“’m his son,” Luther mumbles again. 

“His son? You’re a prince? And you’re all - oh, hell.” Now he’s really put his foot in it. Luther bursts into tears again and curls up in a little ball.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I - oh, ugh, you’re getting my hand all wet.” Cam picks him up between thumb and forefinger and shakes the little tear droplets off his palm. “Now look here,” he says, attempting a sterner approach. “You’re a prince, all right? You can’t be crying and going to pieces just ‘cause some big bad monster was mean to you. You gotta kill big bad monsters, right? So here’s what you’re gonna do.” Cam sets him down gently, picks up his sword and hands it to him. “There you go. You’re gonna take that sword, right, and you’re gonna really let me have it. That’ll make you feel better, won’t it?“ 

Luther purses his lips and looks up at him. "But… all I can hit from here is your foot. That’s no good. I need a shot at something vital." 

"Oh fine, fine, Mr. Picky,” Cam grumbles. He shuffles his legs to the side and leans down til he’s practically laying on his belly. “Face shot. Free one for ya. Go on, hit something good.” Luther considers. Just as Cam realizes how ridiculous this whole thing is, he draws his sword back and plunges it into Cam’s eye.

- Almost plunges it into Cam’s eye. The ogre moves suddenly, turning his head to the side to avoid the blow. Luther makes a deep gash in Cam’s cheek, and Cam roars. “Oh, you sly little shit. Very good, very sneaky. You almost had me there. Fine. We do this the hard way.”

He gets to his feet, draws himself up to his full, impressive height, and looks down at the dirt where Luther was a moment ago. Cam blinks in surprise. “Where’d you… goddammit…” He looks around, trying to catch a glimpse of where Luther could’ve gotten to. 

Luther was not about to let the golden opportunity to run and hide during a big dramatic show of power go to waste. He slides into a patch of underbrush, catches his breath, and takes stock. He has no armor, no food, no bow or arrows. Those are all back at his camp, which is currently ogre territory. He has one sword that he’s okay at using. The ogre has the homefield advantage, and some kind of ability, possibly magical, to hide himself from those who want to find him. Luther shouldn’t let him out of his sight. But he should work on camouflaging himself. He takes a handful of dirt and smears it on his face and shirt. The sword he can’t do much about, he’ll just have to try and keep it from glinting. He glances to his left, away from where Cam still stands, turning in circles and peering around. Luther had only gone a little ways into the woods before he stopped for camp last night. He can almost see the forest’s edge from here. He could dart for the grasslands and try to make it back to the village, but he’d be in plain sight as soon as he’s out of the trees and there’s no guarantee Cam won’t just follow him all the way back. The further he goes into the trees the more firmly he is in Cam’s territory, but the more coverage he has. 

Possibilities begin swirling around in his head. His best bet is trickery rather than a face to face confrontation. He’s got a running list in his mind of Cam’s weak points now. Food, monologuing, emotional outbursts. Although that last one’s probably off the table now. Bursting into tears isn’t going to get him out of a second pinch. Bad knees - if he can trip Cam up, he can get a shot at his face again, maybe cut his throat or get at his soft belly and sides. Cam’s a talker and likes to gloat, maybe if he gets him distracted by looking pathetic he could get him to walk right into a trap of some kind. He likes food… but Luther doesn’t have the resources to make a big feast to distract him or sate him, just a pouchful of seasoning that he never leaves home without. His lip wobbles again as he thinks about how that’s back at his camp… he may never see his precious seasonings again.

Meanwhile, Cam is getting frustrated. “Well, the little shit can’t have gone far,” he grumbles. “Just gotta flush 'im out.” Luther watches, petrified, as Cam lumbers over to a nearby patch of underbrush and without warning stomps down on it hard, twisting his foot and smashing every inch of it. He steps back and leans down to inspect what’s left. Luther bites his lip hard to stifle a whimper. 

“Nope, not there,” Cam announces. “Eeney, meeney, miney…..” Another bunch of bushes are mercilessly ground into the dirt. “Moe. Hmmm. Where are you?”

Luther can’t stay in his hiding place for long. It’s only a matter of time before Cam gets to him. He needs an opening to make a break for it though, if he runs now Cam will spot him right away. As slowly as he dares, he picks up a large, flat rock, then skims it like a frisbee off to his right, where it hits a tree with a satisfying thock. Cam whirls around, and Luther bolts out of the brush. Cam hears the leaves rustling and turns back around, catching sight of him as he flees. 

“There you are! Hold on now, don’t go running off! I just wanna talk, I swear. The whole monster-slaying prince thing not working out for ya? I got a better job offer! You can be my dinner!” Luther keeps sprinting as fast as he can, not even bothering to glance behind him. The last thing he needs is to miss a fallen branch or a groundhog hole and trip.

On flat, open land, the ogre would outpace him easily. But if he can get deeper into the forest where the trees are closer together, that could slow him down enough for Luther to get some distance and hide again, have a moment to breathe and think so he can work on his plan. He’s starting to get an idea of what he’ll need. He needs the element of surprise for sure, and he needs more than just his sword. If he had some rope he could set up a tripwire, maybe. He curses himself for not taking his father’s advice about packing, for letting Cam strip him, for being too weak and scared to do anything when he had the chance, for being born in the first place. His eyes well up with tears and he scrubs at them furiously. He can’t afford to have his sight blurred right now, he needs to keep his head clear and keep moving. He can hear Cam’s thudding footsteps behind him, gaining quickly. He can cover so much more ground in a single step. It’s simply not fair. The little bit of distance he was able to gain with his rock trick is disappearing fast and it won’t be long before he’s in arm’s reach.

Almost as if he can read his thoughts, Cam lunges forward and takes a swipe at him, trying to knock him off his feet. Luther hits the deck and Cam overbalances, stumbling and crashing into a tree. The tree snaps when his weight collides with it, and Cam has to windmill his arms to keep from falling over. Luther scrambles to his feet and keeps running. He even manages to put on an extra burst of speed when he hears Cam roar with frustration behind him. He’s not as fast as he could be because he’s lugging the sword along with him, but he doesn’t dare drop it. It proves its usefulness in the next minute. Cam closes the distance and grabs for him. Luther sees the shadow fall over him and whirls around, lashing out at the reaching hand. He slices across Cam’s palm, and Cam howls with pain and pulls back. Luther dashes away, and Cam stomps his foot in frustration. 

"Hold still, dammit! You’re just making it worse for yourself!” He takes off after Luther again, but his stamina’s flagging. It’s harder for a creature his size to haul himself around and he’s used to running down his prey in the first minutes of the chase. This has dragged on long enough to tire him out, but he’s not willing to give up just yet. “When I get my hands on you, tin man, you’re paste,” he growls. “They’re gonna have to come up with new words for how dead you’re gonna be.”

The trees start getting close enough together that Luther has to dodge around them from time to time. He can hear Cam behind him crashing through them, spluttering as he gets a face full of branches and leaves. Luther smiles to himself. That’s nice, at least. At last he gathers up his nerve and dodges to the side behind a particularly large tree, hoping that Cam’s too busy navigating the foliage to notice. His gamble pays off. A few seconds later, the ogre goes lumbering past him without so much as a sideways glance. Luther waits just a moment more, then bolts in the opposite direction.

He’s got a plan now. He probably won’t be able to find Cam again, but Cam can find him. So he’ll set up an ambush. He circles back around to his camp and grabs his supplies as quickly as he can, his bow and arrow, his helmet, his tinderbox, and most importantly, his seasoning. He hunts for deer, takes down a decent-sized buck, and sets up a new campfire, deep in the woods, where the trees are close. He’s hoping that Cam will think that Luther thinks he’s safe in there, and that the smell of the meat cooking will lure Cam in. He takes off his shirt and fills it with twigs and leaves, sets his helmet up on a stick driven into the ground, and makes a decently convincing decoy Luther that he leans against a log. The helmet tilts at an angle that makes it look like he’s fallen asleep. With that set up, and night closing in, Luther climbs up a nearby tree and waits, sword in hand.

He doesn’t watch the fire. He wants to keep his night vision sharp. And sure enough, before too long here comes Cam, moving surprisingly quietly for his size. He squeezes through the trees with barely a rustling of leaves. Cam’s eyes are fixed on the fire and the silhouette that the decoy makes against it. Cam gets right behind the decoy and slams his foot down on it. He grinds it into the dirt with a relish that makes Luther shudder. Then Cam looks at the deer cooking with that lovely smell rising off it, and his eyes go big and shiny. As Cam bends down to pick it up, Luther chooses his moment. He drops like a stone and buries his sword lengthwise in the back of Cam’s neck. The impact sends a jolt up his arms and he hangs on as tight as he can. Cam lets out a garbled scream of pain and collapses face first on the ground. Luther gets to his feet, pulls his sword out with some difficulty, takes a deep breath, and begins to chop.

It’s messy, horrible work. By the third swing tears are rolling down Luther’s cheeks. By the seventh, he’s sobbing. After the twenty-third cut, Cam’s head is finally severed, and rolls to the side. Luther stumbles back. He’s trembling, covered in blood, panting and crying, but it’s finally done. 

And then Cam’s head says, “Wow, kid. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Luther watches, dumbfounded, as Cam’s body sits up, searches around with its hands, locates his head, and puts it back on his shoulders as the flesh knits together again. Luther drops his sword in disbelief. He falls to his knees. That was it. That was all he had. He can’t even imagine what he could do against a foe who can just reattach his own head. 

“Oh,” he says quietly. “Okay. Um. Make it quick, please?” Cam had been planning to crunch the little shit once he was back on his feet, but he can’t help but feel a pang of guilt at how despondent Luther looks.

“Aw, no, no, don’t give up so quick! Really, you almost had me!” Cam scoops him up and pats him on the head. “Look, it was a good effort. I’m sure if you had known I can’t be killed, you wouldn’t have spent all that time and energy trying to kill me. Just do a little more research next time, yeah?" 

"Next time,” Luther repeats, and gives a hollow laugh. “There isn’t going to be a next time. I’m not welcome as part of the royal family if I can’t kill a monster. Even my sister’s done her first slaying already. A whole nest of vampires! And I can’t kill one measly ogre." 

"Hey, watch who you’re calling measly,” Cam warns, but his heart isn’t in it. “Jeez. You’ve got some issues, kid. Not much of a fighter, I take it?" 

Luther shakes his head and sighs. "I’m just not very good at it." 

"Well they chose one hell of a first mission for you, that’s for sure. Ogres are tricky ones. We’ve got a lot of defense mechanisms.” Cam thinks for a moment. “You know what you are good at, though? You’re a good talker. Very convincing. I mean, you really had me going, with the crying and all? It was a really good ruse." 

Luther bites his lip. "Um…" 

"Okay, so it was for real and not a ruse. But you made the best of a bad situation! That’s also a good skill for a ruler to have. You just gotta show your family that your skills are less conventional, but still effective! Like, okay, why do you have to kill me? What’d I do?" 

“You’re eating all the farmers’ cattle and scaring people." 

"I thought free range meant I had free reign. Eh? Eh?” Cam pokes Luther in the ribs. Luther frowns at him. “Oh, fine, whatever. No sense of humor. You know, that’s pretty important for a king too. Yeah, all right, I’ll leave the cows alone." 

"And the sheep,” Luther says sharply. “And the pigs, and chickens." 

"I haven’t eaten any pigs or chickens,” Cam protests. 

“Not yet. I’m being proactive." 

"There you go!” Cam says, beaming. “There’s that negotiator skill! But seriously, if I can’t eat the cows and sheep I’ve got to eat something. Can you make it worth my while? 'Cause I’m not going back to squirrels." 

"Well…” Luther says slowly. “What if… I hire you?" 

"You… hire me?" 

"Yeah. Like, as a bodyguard or something. Then I’d have to pay you, right? I could pay you in food?” 

Cam is quiet for a moment. He brings Luther up closer to his face and scrutinizes him. Luther’s heart is pounding out of his chest. For a moment he thinks he’s made some horrible mistake and offended Cam and it’s all over for him. "You’re serious? Not kidding me, here? That’s your offer?”

“Y-yes? Is that… is it bad?" 

"Bad? Bad? That’s the best offer I’ve ever heard! Pay me in food? HELL yes, kid! That’s what I like to hear!” The force of Cam’s enthusiasm knocks Luther over on his back. He stares at the sky for a moment. His life is so goddamn weird.

~~~~~~~~~

Luther’s father’s dragon slaying days are behind him. He’s an old man now. He has good days and bad days, but even on his best days he frequently needs help getting around. But when he sees that giant ogre enter his royal halls, he reaches for his spear. Luther eases it out of his hand. 

“No, see, it’s okay. I didn’t kill him, but I stopped him terrorizing the countryside, and I kind of… hired him. As my bodyguard. This was easier, and we both benefit, see? Also, um, were you going to tell me ogres are immortal?" 

"You were supposed to figure something out,” his father says. “Since you’re so damned smart." 

"Well, I did figure something out. Just… maybe not what you wanted me to." 

Cam waves lazily. "Hi, Yer Majesty." 

"Cam,” Luther hisses. “We talked about this." 

"Oh, fine, fine,” Cam grumbles, and takes a knee to bow low before the king. “I humbly pledge my service to your son,” he intones, hamming it up just a little. “Please allow me to protect him from all harms, and so on." 

The king glares. His stabbing hand is itching. But he doesn’t currently have a better plan, and this’ll keep the peasants quiet for a bit. "Fine,” he spits, “But you’re taking care of him. Feeding him, walking him, cleaning up after him, whatever. No getting the servants to do it for you. He’s your responsibility now." 

Cam grins at Luther. "So, speaking of feeding… when’s dinner?”

[ice-reblogs]

Yall can continue to send me trick or treat asks, I will get to them eventually lol I prommy

For now though I think I'm finna head to bed I'm sleeby and I have a headache

[butchford]

Prompt: AruYuki + Pink in the Night

"And I know I've kissed you before, but

I didn't do it right

Can I try again, try again, try again"

Rewrite verse bc if I did canon adjacent I don’t think I could Take It. Also u know its bad when after all the other essays ive typed out i put a readmore on This One.

To begin with it’s… nothing much. Or at least that’s what they both try to think. Yuki sits at the side of Aru’s hospital bed at two in the morning still trying to process why they’d ever take a knife to the back from Yuki’s own father to protect his mother. And Yuki doesn’t know at all how to feel about, well, Anything. He’s grateful but at the same time he’s… concerned. If anything he doesn’t want Aru to suffer the fallout of his own family’s personal issues despite the fact Aru probably saved his mother’s life. And… fine. Maybe just maybe Aru has wormed their way into Yuki’s heart and thoughts and the blood rapidly pulsing through his veins as he takes their hand in his. “Thank you,” Yuki says aloud in nothing more than a whisper to make sure they don’t wake up. A coward as always, he thinks to himself as he thanks Aru in the only way that feels right to him: a kiss on the lips. And it tastes like a hospital and their lips are unnervingly cold against his, but it’s gentler and longer than anything he’s given Yuno, who’s been disturbingly quiet as well as respectful of Yuki’s space since Aru found her alone in her house after the kidnapping fiasco, to the point of allowing him time alone with Aru “your mans a hottie” Akise. And maybe it’s more than just a thanks. Yuki allows himself against his better judgment to brush some of their hair out of their face and hold their hand a little longer. He remains at their bedside but makes sure there’s no indication of his actions should they wake. And of course Aru’s been semi conscious the whole time but so out of it on pain meds they think the whole thing is a sick dream; a fabrication of a reality they could only ever pray for. So neither of them speak of it, despite the fact Minene saw the moment of truth but figured it would be best for the two to figure it out on their own accord.

The next time it’s Yuki slumped unconscious in Aru’s arms after having been thrown back into a wall by an explosion while distracting the mayor’s men so Yuno could snipe him in the vault. Blood runs from the corner of his mouth and his nose as Aru runs their fingers through his hair and mutters desperately “please wake up please wake up please Yuki… please don’t leave me” with no avail to the point where, even with Minene and Nishijima and Mao and Hinata and Kousaka looking on, they cup his cheek and choke out “I never got to tell you that I…” and they close the narrow gap between their lips and his, tears mingling with blood as Aru barely audibly says “I love you, Yuki; I’m completely undone without you. Please just… know this in your heart.” And with that Yuki coughs and shakes and his eyes flutter open to make out the dust in Aru’s hair and the blood smudged against their face from his; it tones down their otherwise borderline angelic appearance in Yuki’s eyes between the crimson eyes and halo of a mess of hair against their skin marred over with scars like constellations. More tears, a genuine “Yuki you’re alive!” that outdoes their last given after being kidnapped, a thousand thoughts in a mind still buzzed from being unconscious interrupted by a single clear I don’t care, a thumb numbly caressing their cheek and wiping a smudge of blood off of their pale skin, a pair of lips clumsily colliding with theirs but they’re so relieved and downright ecstatic to the point where the taste of coppery blood and dust means less than nothing to them, a quiet “I love you too; I think I have for a while now,” an embrace that threatens to crack his ribs and a few barely contained sobs. Minene ruefully tearing her eyes away from Nishijima for a brief second to say “let’s get a move on, lovebirds” and a flash of Mao’s camera are the only thing that breaks the two of them apart from an embrace best described as “if I let my grasp loosen I’m sure you and this moment will both disappear.”

Yuki watches his beloved torn apart at the seams before his eyes and all he’s allowed to do is hold what remains of them as Kousaka desperately punches something into their phone as for once Yuki is rendered speechless. Silence. They begin to mend back together. Tears begin to flow freely from his eyes as he waits for them to say something, anything. When their eyes flutter open as Yuki’s tears fall onto their face and they say with wide eyes and a shaky voice, “I-I’m…. Yuki do you mind cutting the waterworks for a second I don’t need rain for the theatrics at the given moment,” Yuki cutting them off with a firm kiss and a “don’t you EVER pull that on me again I swear to fucking god” and the second Aru regains their breath they say, “Speaking of which, I-I’m not human. Deus created me to spy on this game of his without my will or consent and the second I faced him he decided I had lived beyond my usefulness and that’s why I… I’m not. I’m not real.” And Yuki just says “Damnit Aru you’re the most real person I know, nobody else would put themself in harms way over and over for their friends and help out a terrorist who was starving in a river and… and bother to try to respect me and understand me and…” and this time Aru sits up and turns around to face Yuki and smiles at them with such fondness despite the tears in their eyes and cups his cheeks in their hands and earnestly says “Deus asked me for any proof I was a real being with any will of my own; he asked what my strongest emotion was during my existence. And do you want to know what I responded with? You; my love for you, Yuki” and with that they gently pull Yuki in for a genuine kiss; one without the haste of the threat of death. One without the aftertaste of blood. One that promises that there will be more regardless of where the future leads, so long as the two of them are together it doesn’t matter. “You really are an angel, Aru.” “I can make you regret that statement so so quickly, but thanks for the sentiment.” “Fresh from the grave dug by gods hand and you still… I stand by my sentiment.” And Aru has the audacity to laugh and that in itself makes Yuki realize just how… natural his thing for Aru is. It lacks the “is this repayment is this real is this just out of what I believe to be obligation” that he had with Yuno, who converses with Mao and Hinata intently in the corner. Aru is Aru and that in itself is enough to tug at Yuki’s heartstrings.

When they’re in the final stages of their plan to kill Deus, the remaining diary holders, Hinata, Mao, Kousaka, Nishijima, and Aru are all gathered together in the cathedral of causality with the same intent: to put an end to the game that’s costed countless lives. Aru’s hand is firmly held in Yuki’s, Yuki knowing damn well just what is probably going through their head and trying to ground Aru despite the fact his own fingers tremble and his entire body feels numb. Aru puts their free hand on Yuki’s shoulder and gazes into his teary eyes; vermillion into indigo; blood into water. And they say “just in case this should go horribly wrong, given that we’re literally facing off against fucking God of all things…” they trail off. They hesitate. Their lips tremble and their eyes burn and their throat closes in emotion but they still manage to do what they intended to: place a final kiss to Yuki’s lips despite they can barely feel it from the numbness of their lips and they can narrowly register Yuki’s hands moving to their hair and their neck and they feel as though they will collapse as Yuki wraps them in a bone crushing embrace the second they pull away. “We’ll be fine; we’ll make it and that’s a promise.” “Since when are you one for confidence?” They manage to joke despite dedicating all of their attention to memorizing Yuki’s embrace and Yuki’s voice and Yuki’s horrible taste in fashion and Yuki’s awful blue eyes and— “Since you refused to let me happily race to my own demise and I couldn’t get rid of you in the same way a stray cat follows you around; plenty of space but a fondness you can’t shake that starts to take root in your heart and—“ “Did you really just try to, with romantic intent, compare me to a stray cat” “Aru what the fuck do you want from me” Yuki laughs through his tears “I don’t know, another kiss couldn’t hurt” “if this doesn’t kill you I will” “You prommy?” “Forever and always, asshole” Aru buries their face in the crook of Yuki’s neck for one final time “Good.”

And after the killing game is out of the way they’re basically inseparable; Yuki sneaking into Hinata’s family manor, which Mao, Yuno, Nishijima, Minene, and Aru moved into thanks to Hinata not wanting to wander its extensive halls like a ghost anymore and figuring you know what why shouldn’t she let her two gfs and their lameass gay detective friend and their weird bisexual parents move into the otherwise vacant estate, nearly every night his mother is at work which is a great majority of them. So Yuki will sneak in at midnight despite Aru giving him a key nearly every night with him usually falling asleep on the couch and Aru falling asleep on top of him like an oversized cat an hour of pacing later. And finally one night Aru finally remembers what they’ve been haphazardly planning out for months and drags Yuki to the roof on a particularly clear night and they go “I know it’s not much and I plan to one up this inevitably but you always said you wanted to look at the stars with a loved one and I’d hope you’d consider me a loved one because good fucking god Yuki I’m positively enamored with you and I—“ and Yuki cuts them off with a kiss that knocks the wind out of their lungs. “Of course I consider you a loved one, you asshole,” Yuki teases tearfully and Aru pauses and blurts out “Oh so I hit this one out of the park huh” and yes they’re the Worst and more than a little rough around the edges but the way the starlight faintly illuminates their white hair into a halo and makes their constellations of scars glow just a little bit and fine maybe the way their scarlet eyes widen and soften at the sight of Yuki makes him equate them with the equivalent of Yuki’s personal guardian angel. “Enjoying the view” they taunt goodheartedly, knowing damn well Yuki’s been staring at Them for the past minute straight. “Fuck you, maybe I am gayass” and Yuki wraps his arms around them and lets his head rest on their shoulder and god maybe just maybe after Everything they’ll be ok.

[moonraccoon-exe]

ღ DEAR ASTRALS ABOVE, PROMPTIS! (bc of reasons, Coonie Moonie dear~ have a good day/afternoon/evening/night and a cupcake!)

HELLO, DARK, MY SWEETEST, I received this last night but I was too tired! Thank you for waiting patiently and for dropping this in!(ノ*°▽°*)

A CUPCAAAAAAAAAKE!?! FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEE!?!? AKLSDJFKAF JAKLSJDASKJD (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

*nyoms it out*

Prompto/Noctis

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:

Prompto. You won’t ever get Noctis out of bed earlier, NEVER. These two sleep in until much later than others *cough* Gladnis *cough* but Noctis is definitely last to wake up, and last to be on his feet too.

Who’s the one to make breakfast:

Prompto. Noctis is still asleep most times, or doesn’t have the energy to get out of his damn bed yet. He’s lucky Prommy is so understanding and loving and enjoys making breakfast for both while his boyfriend fights with all six gods to get out of bed. 

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

Prompto, goddammit. Stop being a spoiled thing, Noctis! But really, none of them mind. Prompto really values Noct a lot, and often freels bad that Nocttis gets so worn out by his own emotional issues and the Crystal, and he wants to spoil him if he can. Noct is not a spoiled little brat, he’s just struggling a bit with accepting his fate as future king, and Prommy wants him to know it’s okay.

However, when Prompto is sick (which happens more frequently than we know), Noct sometimes is the one that brings breakfast to him; Prommy’s flu can get VERY awful, and Noctis feels anxious whenever the sweet ray of sunshine is sick, so he’ll be out of bed earlier than Ignis or school ever managed to get and go prepare something for dear Prommy. 

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:

50/50. Prompto can get pretty horny and the boy has A LOT of energy (and hormones), so sometimes he’ll have the idea and suggest it casually, like he’s talking about the weather. Boy can dirty talk only when he’s inspired, but really his usual self is “Hey, you know what I thought we could do before leaving? It’d be cool :)”. 

Noctis sometimes gets pretty horny too, but he’s a bit more shy about it. Noctis has two moods; he either asks as casually as Prommy, or goes shy. He doesn’t want Prompto to think him creepy or anything, so Noctis tries suggesting it as implicitly as he can. Prommy can be dense, so Noctis struggles a bit with trying to be as explicit as possible without saying an explicit word iself.

Good thing is Prommy knows his boyfriend already, and will catch the hint when Noct is trying to ask him for a quickie.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:

Noctis. He gets tired of training and papework and everything (being prince sounds cool, but really it’s just a kaload of work), and all he wants is a break. Often. So it’s not rare that he’s the one that mops and whines to Prompto about wanting to stay home and do nothing.

Prommy understands prince work is important, but considers Noctis the human is even more important, so he’ll give in and try to spoil him. :)

Who chooses the movies:

50/50. Both discuss which movie to watch and why or why not like they’re discussing war tactics. It’s usually Prompto who suggests they watch a movie, but they team up to choose which one. The good thing is they have a similar taste, so they don’t often argue or take too long.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:

Noctis. Noctis is your typical cat that wants Prommy’s attention and will snuggle against him over and over, pet his shoulder, snuggle the head under his chin or his chin on Prommy’s hair, and, of course, he’ll start kissing him over and over until Prompto laughs and pays attention to him. 

Sometimes it’s Prompto, but he’s a kiss or two, and back to the movie. When it’s Noct, however, he insists.

Who orders lunch:

50/50. Noctis is better at cooking than Prompto, but he’s also much lazier and doesn’t often want to do it. While Prompto is good at cooking, if he can order lunch instead, he’ll do. Plus, both really like fast food, so there’s no troubles on it.

After a good chiding from Ignis when Ignis found they had ordered food for all 3 meals during an entire week (a few days after they moved in together) who reminded them they’re 23, they can do this on their own, and that Noct’s health is important, Prommy’s trying to not order food as frequently. Still, it’s a tradition for, at least, each friday.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:

50/50. Prompto likes stealing because he likes eating everything, and because Noctis usually leaves many things untouched on his dish and Prompto doesn’t want to waste anything. Noctis does it because he usually leaves many things untouched on his dish and he’s not satisfied yet, so he’s stealing the yummy things off Prompto’s dish. So basically they just eat from both dishes like they’re one.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:

Noctis. Noctis naps very frequently, so of course he naps after a good meal. Dear Noctis turns to a cat again and he not only goes to curl up to sleep after eating, he also drags Prompto with him to use him as his pillow and human heater and Petting Machine. It’s already a usual thing, that Prommy has to go sit or lay with Noct to snuggle or pet him while his boyfriend sleeps. Prommy swears Noct likes being scratched behind the ear, too.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:

Noctis. Noctis usually tries to leave work at work and rarely works at home (wait until you’re king, Noctis *evil laugh*) so Prommy couldn’t distract him even if he wanted. Prommy doesn’t often have to bring work to their home (even in their 30′s), but when he does, he’ll have Noctis holding one of his ankles, lying facedown on the floor, and whining and whimpering ‘Nooooooo’. Sometimes, Prommy still goes on working, amused.  Sometimes (most times), he gives in and pays attention to Noctis.

Cat Noct strikes again; sometimes he won’t even have anything to request from Prompto’s attention, he just doesn’t want him to work. 

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:

Prompto. This boy has problems tryingto control his own excitement, so if he sees ice-cream he’ll be ECSTATIC and because he has no refrains that stop him from getting over excited, he’ll yelp out “ICE CREAM” and get clingy with Noct all the way to the stall.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:

Prompto, mostly, but both do. Noct likes to brag about his treasure of a boyfriend in social medias (and keeps the cutest ones to himself), and Prompto just likes to take photos of the things and people he loves. Noct + ice-cream is a MUST, so he always snaps a picture.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:

50/50, though it’s usually Noctis. Prompto is so happy about the ice-cream and so distracted talking non-stop about other things, he doesn’t often think about making those sort of jokes. And because he’s talking while eating his ice-cream, he gets it dripping on his face and mouth, and because Noctis is quiet just listening, of course the joke will cross his head.

Prommy has multiple reactions depending on his  mood; he can get shy and shut up and tell him to not joke about that in public,he can get horny and lick the ice-cream off his own face giving Noctis a dirty look, or do the same but with an exaggerated look, just to make Noctis laugh, and then both brush it off.

Who cooks dinner:

It’s still Prompto most times, but when it’s dinner specifically, Noctis will cook sometimes, all by himself. He claims that Prommy already cooked breakfast and lunch, so he’s fine cooking dinner. It’s no secret, however, that Noct more or less enjoys it sometimes. He’s very much awake at night like he wasn’t in the morning, and he took the liking from the job he had at the restaurant during high school, so he seems to find some peace at cooking dinner sometimes.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:

50/50. It started being Prommy who stayed to clean and Noct went to bed, but then Noctis felt bad about it and wanted to help too (because he values that Prommy wants him to rest after a tiring day, but he knows that Prommy works hard and gets tired too), so now it’s 50/50. 

Chances are, however, that most times they’ll leave the kitchen dirty and messy at night, and will clean up in the morning.

Who stays up until 2 reading:

None. They stay up late together most nights, but it’s to play videogames or watch TV. Books rarely cross their way, especially that late at night.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:

Prompto. It’s amazing how much Noctis can sleep in a day, so it’s not rare to find him napping. Prompto stares mostly because he has no option, there’s a sleeping Noctis in the way everyday, but he does also stare just because he wants to. He also takes the time to cover him with a blanket if it’s cold, or just because he knows Noct likes snuggling into fuzzy blankets.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:

Prompto, but sometimes Noctis. Because he crosses in the way of a sleeping Noctis and sometimes tuck him in, Prommy also likes to give him a kiss while the prince sleeps. 

When it’s Noctis, he’s probably still awake late at night and Prommy’s gone to bed, he woke up in the middle of the night and rolled around to hug Prommy and kiss him before going back to sleep, or he found Prommy napping. Noct sometimes feels a bit shy getting romantic, but when Prommy’s asleep there’s no shyness and he goes ahead and kisses him.

Aaah~

Yet another lovely couple that makes domesticity feel so special and so warm and so cute. Adorable! ♡ ～(‘▽^人)

I hope you liked it, buddy! 

[airlea-sicarius]

The Chocobros reacting to their S/O being pregnant

There shall be two versions and two posts! This one is during the journey at different times with ‘younger’ versions. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF YES FLUFF CENTRAL GUYS (writing Prompto’s reaction listening to ‘these boots were made for walking’ was a challenge).

Tagging: @honeybeelily @bloody-geisha

Gladio had found out during a night at Lestallum. He had been kissing your neck at random intervals during the day. Unlike usual, you had been pushing him softly to stop. Of course he did. He respected your decisions more than you thought, he expected. But it didn’t stop him from worrying. Especially since the two of you had argued over a trivial matter.

He crept into bed beside you, holding you tenderly from behind. He nuzzled his nose against your neck, rubbing his hand up your thigh to rest it on your hip. You were his top priority behind being the Prince’s shield. He needed to know if you were okay.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He spoke quietly, not wanting to wake the others.

“Hey.” Your words were choked up. He worried then and raised himself onto his forearm. Gladio peered at your face: your cheeks were red, eyes glossed over. You ran your hand beneath your nose.

He trailed the back of his fingers over your cheek. Your tears were recent, cheeks sticky. “What’s wrong?”

You sighed. “Finding words and not wanting to be a burden is way more stressful than I could ever comprehend.” You rolled to face him, taking the hand hovering over your face. You fiddled with his fingers, pressing butterfly kisses on the tips, before bringing his open palm to your heart. “Thing is, I ... I don’t know how to say this. Or what to do. I’m not that good with...words...on these....things...”

He rose an amused smile, a smile plastering his face, He was happy to just listen. Gladio didn’t care how serious it was so long as you got it off your chest. He would listen. Take it in. Never forget it. He was good like that. “Take your time, babe.”

He saw your lips quirk up into a soft smile, a comforted one. A reassured one. “Okay. Well... I know this journey is important... and...as much as I want to continue it with you, - all of you - my current situation requires me to stay here. And requires you to stay alive.”

Gladio’s raised brow was now showing his perplexity. He tilted his head to one side.”What do you mean?”

You smiled softly and moved his hand to your belly, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. “You’re going to be a dad, Gladio.”

The royal shield blinked in surprise for a few moments, emotions washing over him quicker than he wanted, before he broke into a smile bright enough to challenge Prompto. He hugged you then, burying your face into his neck whilst he buried his own in your hair. He had no idea what to say, being rendered speechless for once. All he could do was shower you with tender, random kisses.

Prompto was more than happy to have you use cuddle up to him in the tent. You tracing circles on his bicep kept him awake, though his eyes were cuddle. It tickled him, his face breaking out into that sunshine grin of his, his laughter quiet.

The breathy laughter of his was cut short, a small mewl escaping him when your lips came into contact with his neck. He was particularly sensitive there, which you, of course, had discovered a couple of months ago. He regretted letting you kiss him there, or at the curve of his jaw....

“You awake, Prommie?” You spoke through a grin,

“If I wasn’t, I certainly am now, honeybun.” He looked at you with a boyish grin, his fingers tickling your sides expertly and silenced your laughter with a brief kiss. “What is it you wish me to be awake for?”

“Just wanted to tell you something real impor’ant.” Your smile mirrored his.

He pecked your nose. “Like?”

“You’re going to be the perfect daddy to our child.”

Prompto blinked. He looked at your belly, then at you, then to your belly, then to you. “You’re...You... I’m gonna... We’re gonna be parents?”

You nodded. “Yup.”

The water in his eyes and the bright grin on his face warmed you. He kissed you deeply you for a moment before hugging you. “I love you. ___. Thank you for giving me this chance.”

Nothing got escaped Ignis. He had his suspicions, as would anyone, when, one day, you turned your nose up at any food. And, again, this morning.

Ignis, as always, had woken up early. He had no need to get out of bed quite as early as usual, so he turned his attention towards you. You looked a little pallid, unnatural heat radiating from your form. You had kicked the bed clothes from your body, removed the clothing you wore to leave you in nothing but one of his thinner dress shirts. 

He was truly worried about you. You didn’t have much have an appetite, you barely slept and, sometimes, you would suffer from morning sickness. That was what caused his suspicions to completely take hold. He put his glasses onto his face and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. He frowned slightly. Going for a drive would, theoretically, help with your temperature.

And, hopefully, calm you down enough so you could tell him the truth. Just in case he was over analysing things.

When the gang had got into the Regalia, you sat in the passenger seat, resting your head on your shoulder with your eyes closed. For a brief moment, Ignis placed his hand on your knee. He looked into the rear view mirror, finding the boys preoccupied with sleep and reading, in Gladio’s case.

“You should take the rest of the journey out.” He stated gently.

“What? W-Why would I do that?”

He sighed and looked at you. “I have a sharp eye to go with my sharp tongue.” He looked back at the road. “It is not a request or a suggestion, it is compulsory for you to oblige.”

You sighed too. “You know, then?”

“Nothing gets past these four eyes.” He shot you a smile. “We’ll figure it all out when this is over. And if none of this gets sorted, we’ll see our way through it.”

You kissed his cheek. “I know. But you have to cut down on your ebony intake and actually sleep. Don’t want you dying from too much caffine before our child is born.”

Ignis felt his soul die inside, but he smiled. “Won’t make any promises.”

Noctis was sat on the ‘pier’ at Galdin Quay, his legs crossed whilst he waited for a fish to grab the lure. You were comfortable with your head on his lap, legs outstretched, phone in hand - you enjoyed getting involved on King’s Knight just as much as him.

He looked to you occassionally, wanting to make sure that you were still awake in case he needed your assistance or needed a drink. Or just a peck on the cheek. Or lips. Or a hug. He just wanted to make sure you were there. Or maybe it’s because he thought you looked really cute.

He moved his head back as you stretched, not wanting to be your hands’ next victim after they accidentally hit Prompto at dinner. His cheek and nose wasn’t ready for that. Neither was he. Still, pink dusted over the apples of his cheeks as he cuddled closer to him.

You were wearing his jacket, keeping you snug as night began to fall again. He smiled and gave your head a pat. He reeled in his empty line and put it on the dock next to him. 

“Hey. Noct?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m pregnant.”

He looked at you in complete shock. Noctis blinked continuously. He lost his father and his home, but he gained you and a future child. Did it really matter anymore? Did him being of royal blood and you not affect anything at al anymore? Of course not.

So, when you sat up, he grinned at you. 20 and going to be a father. It felt strange. Not right. But then it did at the same time. He took your hand and kissed the back of it before pecking your lips. “Got any plans?”

“Nope.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to go with the flow.”

have some amazing noctis wind action

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Since that World of Ruin angst Gladnis was so well received, I thought I could make a continuation. It got pretty damn long, so I stopped before I’d write more, but I could have definitely done more.

A couple of you mentioned wanting Prompto in here.

So I give you the continuation to that World of Ruin Gladnis angst, featuring a badass Prompto knocking some sense into Gladio.

It’s Prompto who ends up knocking some sense into Gladio.

Ignis ended up in Cauthess Rest Area, and realizing he made half-a-stupidity.

It’s about a week of travel from Lestallum to Cauthess Rest Area, if you don’t rest. The trucks move from town to town, and people get off them in their destination. If Ignis ever got off the truck, that was to stretch the legs, to rest one “night”, and then he got on the truck again.

In the rather...hurried and unexpected way in which he left, he also left everything; he didn’t bring his clothes, his phone, nothing but what he had been wearing with himself at the time. He got a few changes of clothes in some of the towns where he stopped, but that was it.

By the time he arrived to Cauthess Rest Area, the final stop of the truck, he finally realized what he had done; for the first time since he went blind, he was physically alone. He had no one to accompany him, and he knew no one around. He had no clothes, nowhere to stay at, no phone, and no one. He had been so heavily hurt by the events with Gladio and his girlfriend that he blindly followed his emotions rather than the brain, and only now some days after the events, he can notice the stupidity that he did.

He has a mild panic attack, hesitates and over-thinks for hours, walks around aimlessly and for the first time since his injury he really feels lost and he really notices he’s blind. Not like he had not noticed before, but now that he’s alone and with no one to make him feel safe, his steps are insecure and he finally feels the weight of what it was to him to lose sight.

Long story short, there’s no magic coincidence that has someone else stumble upon him, and he ends up reaching for anyone he finds and asks them to make a phone call for him.

He doesn’t call for Gladio.

A few days later, Prompto arrives from Hammerhead, where he had chosen to stay at since he parted ways with Gladio and Ignis after the events of the Crystal, and finds him. Prompto notices some things, he sees what Ignis can’t see in himself in many ways; Ignis looked bad. He looks like he hasn’t eaten well, hasn’t slept well, hasn’t done anything well or healthy for who knows how long, and he’s very quiet and he’s...looking down, all the time. Like he’s constantly asking sorry or something, Ignis won’t keep the head up, and his steps are very insecure.

Still, Prompto doesn’t say anything. He greets Ignis, tries to make sure he’s alright, and takes him to Hammerhead with himself.

Gladio had already phoned Prompto before, asking for Ignis, but until then the blond hadn’t had an idea of their friend’s whereabouts. There were some hunters looking for him, but he was no special case; the hunters were constantly looking for missing people, so the odds of finding him were the same as anybody else.

Even though it’s some days of journey back to Hammerhead, Prompto doesn’t phone Gladio to tell him he found Ignis, because Ignis asked him to. This took Prompto off-guard and he tried to ask for more, but Ignis refused to explain or excuse himself about it. And he looked so terribly...sad, so sad in a way Prompto had never seen Ignis ever since Noct disappeared, that even though he knows Gladio would never forgive him for it, he doesn’t tell him.

Ignis stays terribly quiet in the way to Hammerhead, and Prompto respects that, which turns into silence ninety nine percent of the time. They arrive to Hammerhead, and Prompto takes him to the apartment he lives in, small and a bit tight like every place to stay at since it became World of Ruin, but entirely his own, so at least they can have that privacy.

While Prompto is telling him about how he can stay however long he wishes, how he will let Ignis have the bed, and other little things, Ignis stands there in absolute silence. Prompto notices this silence is kind of different from Ignis’ usual silence; it’s tense, like there’s something going on that he can’t see. So, little by little, Prompto starts quieting, noticing something is wrong. Ignis is only standing there, cane in a hand, head down, nearby the door.

“...are you okay, Iggy?”

And that seems to be all that it takes; Ignis starts crying.

Prompto, at first, just stares in silence because this takes him off-guard. He had noticed something was awfully wrong, but this still feels...surprising. Prompto’s sure that the time Noct was swallowed into the Crystal was the first time he ever saw Ignis crying, and last, until now.

Ignis still stands there in the same spot, and doesn’t move from there. It’s like the apartment was equivalent to privacy, and as soon as he stepped in, all of Ignis’ walls shattered down, like his brain forcing him in some sort of “you used the excuse that you were in public to not cry? Well now you’re in a private space so you have no excuse”, and he just starts letting out what he had been keeping in for so many days, along the other things that he had been carrying for weeks and months.

It’s not the quiet sort of crying; Ignis’ expression transforms into absolute pain, a trembling hand takes his glasses off, and he looks like he could collapse in any second. It’s not one or two tears, he’s sobbing, quietly but sobbing nonetheless.

Prompto doesn’t ask him, he just goes over to him and hugs him, because that’s Prompto. He gently takes Ignis’ cane and glasses from him and puts them aside, and then as softly wraps the arms around his friend. Surprisingly, Ignis hugs him back tightly, tightly, like the world is all breaking and Prompto is the only spot that will remain, and if Ignis doesn’t hold to him he’ll end up falling into the void too. He holds him close, presses him to himself, basically takes his shirt in fists, and really breaks then.

Ignis starts crying like Prompto is sure he’s never heard from him. He’s trembling very badly, and the sobbing became much louder. There’s sniffling, and Ignis nuzzling his face against Prompto’s head while he cries. The sounds and the way he holds to Prompto, like he just came back from hell itself and only now is realizing the size of what he saw and lived there, are agonizingly heartbreaking. For someone like Ignis to cry, let alone like this, it’s kind of like watching a fatherly figure break down; it makes Prompto feel a little vulnerable, a little scared, and makes him think that whatever happened must be terribly, terribly bad to cause this.

“What’s wrong, Iggy?” Prompto asks him in a soft and gentle whisper, without breaking apart.

“...I don’t know” Ignis manages to choke out while crying, and Prompto only starts caressing his back with a palm, which only sends him back into the tears.

Prompto doesn’t question him. He spends minutes and minutes just like that, hugged to Ignis and letting Ignis hug him back and cry into his hair, and lets him go on and be as noisy as he wishes, reassures him it’s fine whenever Ignis apologizes for the noises he makes at times, and tries to serve as best of an anchor as he can for Ignis to tightly hold on to until he empties himself to the last teardrop.

Prommy takes him to his room and attends to him and all that he needs, getting tissues for him, helping him undress, getting him some clothes to sleep in, and sits there until Ignis manages to fall asleep (which, after such a draining crying session, doesn’t take long). Prompto still waits there, but leaves to get clothes for Ignis.

Prompto’s not sure if anything particular happened, and at first he guesses that it must be all of what Ignis had been keeping inside. Ignis doesn’t often let himself feel sadness (he was raised into the implicit idea that “feelings are obstacles”), so it takes a lot for him to demonstrate or admit it, let alone to cry. It happened to him when they were coming back from Niflheim, when they stopped at Altissia, and the weight of the Fall of Insomnia, his uncle’s and the king’s death, his own tragedy, realizing sight was not coming back, the beginning of the years of darkness, and Noctis’ disappearance, it all finally was more than the walls he could build up, and he ended up crying as badly as he was doing now in Prom’s apartment of Hammerhead.

Prompto assumes it’s the weight of everything falling against him again, not to say that Prompto is aware that Ignis is one-sided, has been for years. However, Prompto is aware of Gladio’s girlfriend’s behavior towards Ignis; he never saw something else than glares and some cold responses, and Ignis has never told him in detail, but he had talked with him about it and has told him that it’s very bad (if Ignis ever talked with him or phoned him about it, it was Ignis asking advice on whether he should tell Gladio or not). So while Prompto knew that it was bad, he’s starting to think and feel that it’s far, far much more awful than Iggy ever let him know.

Still, he doesn’t question him. He starts spending the days as Iggy’s new companion. At first it’s a bit strange, because Prommy was used to Ignis taking care of everyone, but now the roles inverse and he’s the one in charge of Ignis. He helps him on the daily life, helps him wander around and with whatever he needs, etc.

However, Ignis is...changed. He seems to have lost interest in trying to learn to live by himself without the need of others; he used to be stubborn about having others letting him do life as normally as he would could he see, just with help of a guide if required, but now he just...lets Prompto help him with everything, like the blind man that he is. He had been trying to relearn how to cook, but now he just lets other do it, and never comments about wanting to try.

He even starts delivering some comments about how “it’s useless to try” to adapt to a life like he can see because he clearly can’t. He’s often apologizing for “being in the way”, “causing troubles”, “not meaning to bother you”, “not meaning to be a burden”, or merely apologizing without any reason.

Ignis also keeps the head lowered all the time, and when people talk to him he either lowers it more or tries to subtly look away. As if to offer them sight of his right side instead of the front or the left. Iggy doesn’t seem to have much appetite and eats because he has to, and sometimes Prompto has to insist on him when he knows Ignis hasn’t eaten or when he can see the once-advisor is making up excuses or even lies about it. He doesn’t seem very motivated to do things, and sometimes he seems to have spontaneous breakdowns of sorts, that he hurries to hide.

Ignis has also grown much quieter, and not only in the sense of talking less (which is very obvious, the man rarely speaks at all), but also in the sense that he doesn’t sound as firm, he’s always sounding hesitant, insecure, and he talks more lowly to what he used to. No joking, no more puns, no sassy comebacks.

Prompto has also found out that any mention of Gladio, as small as it may be, or even about Iris, makes Ignis’ face react, and he seems to get either sad or nervous, or both, but like everything else he hurries to hide it, so Prompto stops talking about anything Amicitia related.

Ignis also often denies to meet with people that ask for him, always with some sort of excuse, and so many other things, both little and not so little, that Prompto notices while Ignis lives with him. Honestly, it only takes a few days for Prompto to notice that something very awful happened to Ignis, and that the man is depressed, as in literally, not just “very sad”. It’s bad; it’s a state that Prompto rarely saw in people, let alone in someone like Ignis. To him, Ignis was always this unmovable creature made of steel that nothing could pull down, not even the events of Altissia, so to see him like this, in pieces made of fragile glass, it’s heartbreaking and profoundly concerning.

It also doesn’t take Prompto much to notice that Ignis’ confidence is in underground levels. The way Ignis acts doesn’t only speak about depression, there’s also a lot of confidence and self-esteem issues, a lot, big, and hard. Ignis never explicitly said anything about it, but Prompto never needed to; a man that has been ill somewhen in his life can easily recognize the symptoms in somebody else. It doesn’t take him much to see the signs and recognize this is happening to Ignis.

So Prompto starts trying to fix it. He starts complimenting him just as he knows Ignis needs it; not too often because he’ll notice Prompto is doing it on purpose, but sincere and with enough frequency. Prompto asks the people that they usually hang with to do the same, to tell him something nice every now and then, but being absolutely sincere. He warns people about not saying certain kind of comments that Prompto thinks may be triggering for Ignis, and he tells them about how they can treat him not like he doesn’t have that scar and not like he’s not blind, but the opposite, accepting he’s both scarred and blind, but it truly doesn’t matter and in a way that will help him realize that there’s nothing wrong with being as he is, without denying it either.

A few weeks after Ignis started staying with Prompto, though, Gladio arrives unexpectedly at Hammerhead. Of course, accompanied by his girlfriend.

Prompto knows about this before Ignis does, and he rushes to act before anyone does anything. Turns out, after two days since Ignis left, and not having found him himself, Gladio reported him as missing to the hunters, one of them recognized him, informed the HQs, who informed Gladio of his whereabouts. Gladio had felt so relieved yet so eager (in a nervous way) that he had not remembered Prompto was living there, all that was in his head was Ignis, the way he had raged at him, the things he said, and the desperate need to find his friend, so he just bolted his way from Lestallum. Having to bring her along, though, of course. Not because he wanted, she just insisted.

Prompto got a text from Cindy, telling him Gladio had arrived. Prommy turned to look at Ignis to see if he would ask him about what the message said but, like almost anything that had to do with reading or a visual matter, Ignis would just let it go. So Prompto made up an excuse, left, and hurried to find Big Guy, texting Cindy to ask her to not tell Gladio about where Ignis was or where Prom’s apartment was.

And that’s how Gladio and Prompto find each other a bit later, and Prompto, for once, faces him stubbornly.

It again feels like one of those moments when the roles inverse; Prompto was used to Gladio being super firm on him and/or Noctis and giving the mature, dad-like or older-brotherly wise speeches. But now it’s Prompto’s turn. And, to be honest, it doesn’t even take him effort; he finds out it’s just about being honest, because he doesn’t need to be wise for this, he just needs common sense and, for once, Gladio’s lacking of it.

Thank the Astrals, Gladio’s girlfriend went somewhere else so it was only Prompto and Gladio.

When Gladio, after greeting him and everything, asked him if he knew where Ignis was, Prompto said yes.

When Gladio asked him to take him there, Prompto said no.

Needless to say, this takes Gladio very off-guard. He sees no reason of why he should be denied from this; the three of them are friends, so for Prompto to stand there and refuse to let him see Ignis, it’s way too strange and far too unexpected. At first Gladio thinks Prom is joking, but Prompto is standing there, looking at him with absolute seriousness, and even with a slight frown.

Also needless to say, Gladio starts questioning him, and Prompto simply refuses. Gladio has been on the edge of his nerves since Ignis went missing, so it takes some minutes before he’s arguing with Prompto and demanding an explanation. Prompto is not moving from his spot; it’s like his feet found the exact place and became one with the ground, so he can’t and won’t move a single inch in any direction, and he’s looking at Gladio entirely fearlessly and incredibly firm like Gladio has never seen him before.

“I won’t let you get anywhere near Ignis, not now, Gladio” Prompto argues.

“But why not!?” Gladio, losing his patience. “Look, I get it. He told you. He told you about the...fight we had and what I said to him. So you’re just trying to protect him. Fine, I get that. But all I’m trying to do is to see if he’s okay, and to properly apologize for what I said. I mean no harm, and you can’t hide him from me forever. It’s not only stupid, it’s wrong; I have to apologize.”

“Then come some other day, later” Prompto insists. “I’m not trying to stop you from apologizing. I’m trying to stop you from getting close, whatever your intentions, whether you mean good or bad, simply because that’s what Ignis needs.”

“How can you know what he needs? That only he knows, let’s go ask him!”

The argument goes on and on, until Gladio just sighs with exasperation and takes some steps away, trying to not lose it. After a silence, Prompto takes the word again.

“I don’t know what you did to him, Gladio” Prompto says. “But the man that’s been living with me is not the same than the one I left in your hands when we parted ways.”

Gladio doesn’t even reply to that. He has the same look than that of someone who knows they deserve the reprimand they’re getting but cannot accept it aloud.

“I’d like to say he’s better, but it’s the opposite. He’s worse, Gladio, far, way much more worse than I last saw him. I left with him under your charge one way, and I come to find him lost and alone in pieces.”

Prompto has the arms crossed, and has yet not moved a single inch from his spot.

“I don’t know what you did to him or if it was you or something or someone else, but it happened to him while he was under your charge. So you’ll understand I won’t let you take him back.”

“Come on, Prompto, you’re exaggerating-”

“Maybe you’re too busy being in love and living a good life to notice the state he’s in” Prompto suddenly snaps at him, loud enough to almost pass as a yell. “Gladio, he’s depressed!”

“Oh, come on” Gladio says like Prompto just said the most stupid thing ever, not taking it as funny, rather completely exasperated. “You’re exaggerating! He’s not depressed, he’s just...we had an argument, that’s all!” Gladio sighs and he looks like he knows this is true, like he’s fully, completely agreeing with Prompto, but still too proud to admit it. “..h-he’s...he used to exaggerate too, sometimes. A bit. I guess. I once...said...something about his scar and...I admit it was wrong on my side, but his reaction was...his reaction was too much for something as small. My comment was small, and even after it I apologized over and over, he...overreacted. He acted way too hurt by what I said, took it way too personal, and then he started bawling on me when I hugged him. He...he just...overreacted, Prompto! You’d understand if you had seen him, the way he cried like that for such a small comment-!”

“Well, have you stopped to consider that maybe he wasn’t crying for just one comment?” Prompto yells back at him. “Have you stopped to think that maybe the comment only finished breaking other things that he had been repressing!? Maybe he wasn’t crying because of one comment, maybe he was crying because of too much on himself from which your ‘one comment’ was only the crown.”

“What could he be repressing?” Gladio asks back both to argue and as a serious question. “He cried most of what he had out when we were coming back from Gralea, after that he’s been travelling with me and nothing has happened.”

“Are you sure?” Prompto asks more lowly, eyes squinting, like Gladio’s touching the most fragile threads. “Are you sure nothing has happened?”

“He would have told me.”

“What if he did tell you” Prompto’s almost whispering, “but you just didn’t believe him?”

Gladio stays quiet after that. The idea hadn’t cross his head, but it sounds very obvious. And it only takes a few seconds before he kind of realizes what Prompto’s talking about. Because Gladio did shrug many of the things Ignis told him off. But...it can’t be. Right?

“What’re you talking about?”

“A venomous snake can behave calmly in front of its master” Prompto tells him, again in a murmur and slow, “but nothing will stop it from biting others. And, sooner or later, it will end up biting the master as well.”

Gladio doesn’t reply because he has no idea what to say; he wants to threaten Prompto on being careful on the way he speaks about her, but saying that is admitting that Gladio knows what Prompto’s talking about, or accepting that he’s aware of that.

“They can look pretty as pets, Gladio” Prompto tells him. “But there’s a reason they’re not.”

Gladio stares at him in silence. Prompto looks firm, so firm it even reminds Gladio of Cor himself. He has no reply. He sighs and tries to find another way, and softens the voice.

“Look, let me just apologize to him.”

“I’ll let you apologize to him” Prompto says, “only when you’ve understood that you’re not going to apologize for just ‘one comment’ or ‘one argument’.”

Gladio sighs again and looks away, clearly exhausted of this, crossing, uncrossing arms, caressing his face and temples, hands on waist. Prompto, however, stays the same; in the same spot, arms crossed, chin up.

“Ignis...cares for you” Prompto tells him more softly. “He...loves you more than you imagine or have noticed.”

Gladio just stays quiet.

“He loves you like he loves Noctis, just in a different way. Has always done, all his life. He’s almost devoted to you, in ways you don’t understand.”

Prompto raises the chin again.

“All I want you to understand” Prompto, softly, but firm, “is that Ignis cares about you more than he cares about himself, and he would stand a hell of a life just to make sure you’re fine. But the fact that he would live in hell for you doesn’t mean you should put him through it, or let someone else do it. He cares and all that he does and has always done and ever did was always with the intention to keep you safe, healthy, and happy. He would never do anything that doesn’t mean improving your life.”

Again, Gladio says nothing. It takes another pause before Prompto uncrosses the arms.

“You always listened to him, no matter how unimportant it would be, always believed it, and always did something about it” Prompto says. “What changed?”

Gladio says nothing. He has said nothing for so long that it’s clear he’s long lost this argument.

“You know what, don’t even try to answer me” Prompto still says. “I just want you to think about it, and see if whoever you changed him for does better to you than he ever did; see if whoever you changed the one person that had lived his life until now dedicating it fully to you without you noticing for has so much more wisdom that their word is much more valuable than Ignis’. And I want you to think if it’s okay to be so captivated by the sight and sound of someone or something else that you alone make yourself blind and deaf to a bleeding and screaming Ignis.”

Again, Gladio says nothing and there’s a long pause.

“I won’t ask you to feel towards him like he feels towards you, whatever that feeling is. I just want to ask you that if you’re not going to care about him the way he cares about you” Prompto says, “then don’t destroy him any further. He’s taken enough blows for you without you even taking a moment to turn and notice it. He has enough being left in agony without you noticing so that you also step on him, or let someone else do it.”

And, of course, Gladio has no reply to this either. He’s been quiet, looking other ways. Part of him is impressed by Prompto’s determination and firmness, but a huge part of him is conscious of what’s going on and he’s somewhere between not wanting to admit it and not believing it yet.

“You can go now, I won’t move from this spot in a few hours” Prompto tells him, as some sort of ‘if what you wanted was to follow me, good luck’. Gladio catches how stubborn Prompto is about this, so he doesn’t argue back. He just sighs and waits some moments, and when he talks again, it’s very soft and much more calm, but he also sounds as defeated as he really is.

“Will you at least tell him I was here?” Gladio asks.

“Only if he asks me.”

Gladio chuckles both a bit bitterly and a bit proud; part of him wants to congratulate Prompto for the firm and wise man he has become, but he’s also profoundly hurt about his situation with Ignis. He could easily shove Prompto to a side; he’s tiny in comparison, much more skinny, but Gladio doesn’t. He would never harm any of his friends (not on purpose), but he’s also growing respect for Prompto,as much as he hates the situation in which he sees Prompto’s firmness bloom.

“Fine” Gladio sighs. “Then I’ll leave, I guess.”

Prompto doesn’t answer. He just stares down and nods. To be honest, he hates to be doing this, hates it, despises it; losing Noctis was harmful enough for their bond, and now this. His relationship with Ignis and Gladio, and the bonds they share together, they are, or were, his greater reminder of Noctis and the good days. And now he has to stand there and cut them himself for the health of his two companions, not only one. He hates that such a beautiful thing that seemed would last forever is breaking down this awfully, that it’s having this terrible outcome, but if he doesn’t destroy the bond, it’ll only grow more and more poisoned. So, in some way, it’s best to destroy something while it’s beautiful than wait for it to slowly wither and end up destroyed anyway.

So he just stands there, resisting the urge to tell Gladio where Ignis is. He knows it’d be selfish, wanting to see the three of them in the same place, just so he can feel like it’s the old days.

But the old days are gone, and everyone’s been changing. What he hates is that they’ve been changing for worse, just like the world itself.

So if he fights against daemons to make of the world less ugly, he can also fight this metaphorical fight, try to stand strong, and be wise, because if Ignis ever taught him something through actions that’s that being wise doesn’t always mean choosing the prettiest choices, rather the necessary ones.

And that’s what he does. He says bye to Gladio, and doesn’t move from that spot in a few hours, until he’s sure nobody’s following him, and goes back home.

“Did anything happen?” Ignis asks him when he arrives. And that’s sort of an option as well, where Prompto can choose what to do, if pick the pretty choice or the wise one.

And he goes with the last.

“Nothing” he lies. “Sorry I took so long. Wanna have dinner? I brought food.”

“Yes. Of course.”

And Prompto sits at the table with him, unwrapping the food, and keeps that days’ events to himself.

Prompto never told him even when he said he would if Ignis asked, because Ignis didn’t.

[moonraccoon-exe]

please consider,,,since Cor just couldn't give up the sunshine ball he rescued and now gained a tiny child,,Cor is young, he doesn't know shit abt child care but certainly can't leave Prompto alone (he NAMED it. he scolds himself. now he's attached) plus tiny Prom latches onto him like a vice, so he takes giggling baby Prompto with him to the citadel. there are many stares and coos at the smol adorable baby, but Cor's still too intimidating for people to ask or approach To Be Continued

[Gonna add a Read More]

Wow. 

That’s it. I have nothing to add. This...this whole thing, just... hnfdngndg

I thought it’d only be a baby Prom & Noct story, but it grew with them growing in it until marriage itself. Now I feel like poor Cor when he realizes his baby boy has grown. All those years they spent together, how they met so tiny, and now they’re married and I’m-

*sniffles*

Anon, don’t forget to come back to see the notes every now and then, because the notes that it gets, it’s all for you. It’s my post, but the entire post is made by you. It’s your story and it’s your mind and it’s your writing, and honestly even if I wanted, I can’t add anything because the story is complete and wonderful already, there’s not much I can do anymore. It begins, grows and ends where it has to. 

So any notes this gets, they’re all yours, I had nothing to do, and I think that’s awesome

Anon, I loved it. So much hnnfdgndf. Every single one of the entries has something that had me smiling big and sincere, there’s so much fluff and funny things in this whole story, I couldn’t stop smiling. The entire thing is so enjoyable, it’s not one of those “this is good,then a bridge, then this is good” like, for example, I so often do. Yours flows into “allthis is good” way, not dropping too low and not rockting too far up, always in balance and a very enjoyable one.

That’s so good. The story is incredibly sweet and so wonderful, so, so wonderful :’)

If I tried to tell you my favorite bits I’d just repeat like 3/4 of it. Hnfdgnfdg, but goddammit I have to say stuff about my favorite stuff from here.

1. Cor not able to get away of Prom. How can he? The sweet adorable thing, hnfdkgodf, Cor was still young when Prommy was a baby. Imagine how much Baby Prom melted his heart, not only was Cor young and it damn takes something damn big to take the responsibility of a child, but it’s also a rather introvert, kind of cold (in appearance, at least), and absolutely inexpert man.

I imagine Cor must have grown so empathetic and must have felt so bad and didn’t want to leave the poor baby to some adoption center where it wasn’t even 100% sure somebody would adopt him. Young, inexpert Cor thinking the child has suffered enough, he doesn’t need more, and decides to take him in. *starts crying* what a pure heart, ofdjgjf, this young man, he doesn’t mind the responsibility and he’ll do a great job, just so Prommy is happy ;A;

2. Cor attending work with the child, not having a clue about child care, hoping to ask Clarus for help. Young Cor that took Prommy in despite having no clue, but willing to ask for help and to learn. Cor is behaving so maturely, he’s a bit awkward and possibly pretty scared about this, and he doesn’t want to ruin it, so he’lll go ask for help. Cor, the Immortal that can do anything (so the rumors say, even though he knows it’s not true), scared, insecure, and reaching out for help 3

3. Regis carrying with Noctis to “show him his kingdom” meaning to go say hi to everyone and everything. REGIS YOU ADORABLE MAN. He’s carrying Noctis around to say hi to everyone. And everything? Please tell me they’re saying hello to the birds, and the little worms, and the trees and flowers, and the elevators too because Noctis thinks they’re alive ;A;

4. Regis loves kids and beelines towards Cor as soon as he sees Prompto. Beelines. That’s one of the funniest verbs I’ve heard or seen because it’s funny because all I imagine is Regis like “GASP” then heading straight there like it’s a necessity and honestly it is, BABY PROM IS ADORBS. I love the idea of Regis being so fond of kids

5. Regis baby talking in front of all Glaives. If I was a Glaive that would be both awkward and SO CUTE and so good! That my king, the dude I work for and whose magic I’m handling, adores kids and doesn’t fear “looking like an idiot” and just treats the baby so good, it speaks so good and great about him. Only troubles is I’d stop training to just stare and aw because REGIS YOU ADORABLE MAN, baby talking to an adorable tiny Prom, and Prommy’s laughing and staring up at him with these huge blue eyes and Regis is poking his nose and haskdsdjfdsdfspdjfaofjop

6. “Baby Noctis, ever the gentleman, smacks Prompto on the face” sweetest baby to have ever existed. Also this sounds very canon.

7. The fact that Regis loved baby Prom so much he indirectlly commanded Cor to bring the child to the royal daycare so he can be raised with Noctis (and it just so happens that, oh coincidence, near  Regis. I see what you did there, smart, child adoring king)

8. The contrast of happeh baby Prom vs poker face Cor. UHM. YES. YES AND ALL MY YES Everyone wondering just WHY the kid is SO DAMN HAPPY and excited to see everyone and to say hello to everything and why he laughs so much, if he’s being raised by....the Marshal. And it’s not that the Marshal is boring, he’s just, does he ever smile? Does he ever do anything with the face? Has he ever laughed? And those that know him better, they know Cor’s not dead inside, he’s just super introvert. So how is this kid this amazingly eager and hyperactive little ball of laughs if his dad is...well...scared of asking for pizza via phone so he does it through the internet and can’t stand large groups of people and sometimes responds to “You too” whent hey tell him “Happy birthday”?

Omg awkward introvert Cor, I need to do something about that I NEED IT.

9. Noctis actually wakes up early because Prommy’s arrived

10. Regis added AN ENTIRE LIBRARY just for photos of these two adorable babies. HOW MANY PHOTOS HAS HE REQUESTED TO BE TAKEN!?!?!?! Ofgjidofjgosidf, the quantity of ADORABLENESS. That mine of gold and adorable baby photos, I bet they have a photo with a theme for everything. Chocobos, moogles, cactuars, tonberries, behemoths, sonwflakes, flowers, there’s photos for every thematic that can exist, and the damn babies are the protagonists, usuallly in disguise. And not to count all the photos with just casual clothing, and not to count the “formal” ones!!!

11. “the best of friends and the worst of trouble. (Noctis is the instigator, Prompto's there to help)“  did you. did you just write the perfect summary of Promptis

12. Prompto as Noct’s motivation and eventually helping by training with him, too. UMG. EXCUSE ME. HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY HEART LIKE THIS. introvert, insecure Noctis, the poor thing probably did have struggles growing up and training, possibly getting easily discouraged (mostly by himself and his own head). Prommy by his side would have been A BLAST. SO, SO WONDERFUL. Prompto and his attitude of “Let’s keep it positive, but if you want to cry that’s okay too, I’ll cry with you”. I swear to the heavens, it’s one of the best attitudes ever, even more and so useful when dealing with someone like Noctis. 

IT’s such a wonderful treat. This one idea, I treasure it in my head now, because it’s so pretty. Prom helping him to realize he can get better, he can do better, and to not give up. They only see it regarding training, but honestly that can be a metaphor too and I think it’s beautiful that they grow with that dynamic

13. Both boys still napping together, even when growing older. HNFGNDFGNFGDFFJGSDFJD, First thing I thought about  was some of those photosets where first is a puppy in a tiny bed that fits it very big, and second photo is that same dog, an adult, but that grew so attached to the tiny bed that it still uses it even though it doesn’t fit anymore and looks ridiculous but so damn adorable at the same time ;w;

Now I picture baby Prom and baby Noct curled up together, those tiny creatures , and then teenage Noct and Prom in the same poses. Such tiny little babies, having grown so much, yet they’re always their same, deep in the soul and in their essence. Years may go and experiences happen, but they nap together liked they grew used to, net to each other.... this touches fragile threads in my heart, it’s so damn beautiful and cute //3

14. The fact that Cor can be “Immortal”, but he chokes when Prom first tells him about his crush on Noct because omfdgf Cor can infiltrate Niflheim on his own to the very heart of the empire and fight a war on his own, but please, please do something and help him; his baby boy has grown and is in love!

Ohgods no, Cor’s poor heart. All the struggle he went through to raise this boy, their story, all that he did for baby Prom, and always acting like he just “Eh” and always serious and cold and unmovable, suddenly feeling his heart drop because THIS IS HIS BABY BOY. HIS BABY BOY, BUT HE’S NOT A BABY ANYMORE 3 And he’s in love. And ohgdfg Prompto, PROMPTO, Prompto,my baby little boy...when...when did you grow up so much????

MY HEART. ANON THIS TOUCHES DEEP IN MY HEART, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, STOP, THIS WILL GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE IT’S SO DAMN CUTE, AND ALSO TOUCHING AND MOVING, AND ALSO PRETTY AND HELP ME ;_____;

15. It’s a fixed universe in which shit didn’t go down and the journey was just the four boys hanging together to see the world!!! YES. YES. I mean I LOVE the canon story but FIXED UNIVERSE HEALS MY WOUNDS AND EASES THE PAIN AND PROMPTIS ARE IN LOVE AND IS THIS A PRE-HONEYMOON BECAUSE THEY ALREADY KNOW THEY’LL MARRY EVEN THOUGH NONE HAS SAID ANYTHING ABOUT IT BUT IT’S JUST SO CLEAR?

This means Gladio doesn’t get the second and third scar and doesn’t get traumatized, Iggy keeps his sight, Ravus probably has his arm and is happy and was never taken by Niflheim (where did he come from in here? from my heart that loves him and I had to mention him because I desperately need a fixed universe for him), Lunafreya is alive (and is a hardcore Promptis shipper), the Regalia lives, AND SO DO CLARUS AND REGIS and everything is happpy and Prompto and Noctis are in love, and the guys lived as it’s supposed to; free, seeing the world, living experiences.

I need this more than oxygen ;n;

16. Regis cried even though he already knew ;A; Need I say more? This man breaks and heals my heart at the same time, hsngjdfg, how can so much love and sensibility fit in one single human being omfdg Regis I love you ;____;

17. Noctis is secretly paying for nearby chocobo ranches just to make Prom happy and so they can go ride together and have fun together. Need. I. Say. More. Noctis odmfgiofdhgdfg he just wants to make Prom THE HAPPIEST PERSON ON EOS, and if to do that he needs chocobo ranchs nearby HE’S GONNA PAY FOR THEM with the money that he earns from his job as a prince and HE’LL GLADLY WASTE ALL HIS PERSONAL MONEY ON IT YOU BET.

18. Noctis spoils and pampers Prompto, YES but what do you mean “during dating”. IT’S OBVIOUS IT’S ALL THE TIME AND EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEIR DAYS TOGETHER UNTIL THE VERY SAME DAY THAT THEY DIE. HNFDGNFDGNFGF, pampering Prompto is important and necessary and I want him to be happy FOREVER and Noctis will pamper him and you know what, Prompto will pamper Noctis as much, Noctis needs all the pampering too, these boys are wonderfully precious and they love each other so much and they spoil each other ;A;

19. Noct and Prom young, engaged and married. Prince Noctis and his husband prince-by-marriage-but-prince-after-all Prompto, loved by the kingdom.

*STARTS COMBUSTING*

HOW DARE YOU THROW AT ME A PERFECT STORY THAT ENDS IN MARRIAGE, HOW VERY DARE YOU I AM DED, THESE BOYS ARE SO HAPPY

AND THEY’RE MARRIED. AND THIS IS A WONDERFUL STORY AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING.

Of course the kingdom will love Prom! And I’m saying he’s prince by marriage because it’s a fixed universe, and that means Regis is alive and still the king and he’s the happiest father in law that has ever existed. ;w; He adores family dinners with Prom, Noct and Cor. The proud papas and the wedded princes, one precious family. Two separate small families that become a big one. 

And the kingdom exploding in joy when they announce Noctis’ marriage, and Prompto being so nice to everyone. Always, since loooooonger before he even grew his crush on Noct, attending animal shelters and nursing homes and children hospitals, and he continues to do that even after the marriage is announced And everyone is :O “but mister Prompto, you’re going to marry into royalty!” and Prompto just “And? King Regis and prince Noctis do this sort of things too. The queen used to do it as well. Not only does it make no sense that I’d want to stop doing this, it’d also be unfair; my in-law family and my dad do this all the time, why would I want to sit back and do nothing?”

And HONESTLY HE INSPIRES THE PEOPLE. AND HE’S SO JOYFUL AND HAPPY. He’s the happy side of the wedded couple, the prince that makes the people jump in joy,and Noctis is the one that makes them feel safe. Playful and serious, these two complement each other perfectly and OF COURSE THE KINGDOM LOVES THEM

Indeed they’re so perfect that even Niflheim stops any intentions of war because “how can we attack a kingdom with such a cute heir couple omg”. 

Anon, I don’t know how to thank you for this beautiful story. Thank you for the time you took to write it, for how pretty it is, and for choosing me among all blogs to share it with. I feel honored. And so happy. Thank you for sharing such a pretty story with me, thank you. I enjoyed it from head to toe and I think your story is amazing and it made me feel things, and I thinkthat that means you did a wonderful job

Thank you again, and again!!! Such a great story, thank you!!