#i used to write prompto

[kingxlionhartmoved]

@highwindo single sentence starter

"yeah, no, i understand we ditched them and everything, but are they going to be okay?"

[aeternxm-aa]

prompto vc: what's in hammerhead? what's in HAMMERHEAD? they got the diner! cindy! and there's the gas station, oh and did i mention cindy?

[sanospet]

✩ GAME OVER ✩

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘎𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘙!𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘒𝘐 𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 : collecting the nectar, you pressed them to his lips with a smile, following the actions he often displayed to you, tomura letting you set your digits on his tongue with a playful roll of the eyes, lapping at the liquid as you pulled them out with a sweet pop, "you're having too much fun," hitched breath cutting his words short as your fingers clasped around his length, pumping, a breathy moan all that he could manage. "you look so pretty like this, can you really blame me ?" whispering, tomura's skin burning as your lips grazed his ear, his mind whirring as the 'game over' screen's music echoed off of the walls. eyes squeezed shut, face contorting in bliss, a thin layer of sweat offering subtle highlights to his skin as you worked him, your thumb circling his tip, giving gentle squeezes.

warnings and notes!

18+ . mdni . smut . pwp . quirkless au . gamer tomura x gamer reader . oral (amab & afab receiving) . handjob . deep throating . edging . cum denial . fingering (afab receiving) . tomura lets the reader dom him a little . casual sex . they’re playing ff15 (heavily mentioned throughout but you don’t need to really know the game to read this imo) . whiny/pouty reader . usage of nicknames (“kid” , “baby”, “love”) . teasing & lots of giggles . sweet filth . reader is afab . reader’s gender is mentioned . reader’s pronouns aren’t mentioned . reader’s sex is mentioned . proofread though there may still be some spelling mistakes, enjoy!

authors note!

i haven’t posted anything in months but i’ve been writing, lol. coming up with a lot of different concepts as well as sparsely working on the next chapter of “veiled blossoms”, it’s just kinda heavy so it’s hard to write, haha. i feel slightly rusty and as if this isn’t my best work but i hope it’s good enough, i’m treating it as a warm-up (?) of sorts, as i get back into my flow. a lot has been going on and a lot has happened in my life in the past few months, life-changing things and i’m just trying to navigate it all as well as tap into my creativity more frequently and freely again. thank you so much for reading, i deeply appreciate it and i hope you enjoy this quick read! <3

- linus

the dull buzz of the game console echoed off of the white walls of tomura's bedroom, the paint tinted with a soft blue hue alongside the posters which adorned them, due to the television. the soft knocks of the knobs on the controller among the gentle, yet frustrated, grunts that slipped past tomura's lips offering a comforting ambiance, something you'd grown quite used to.

a subtle scowl, of which you were sure he was unaware, sewing his features together as noctis' movements slowed down on the screen for the nth time, tomura shifting to zap him to the nearest warp point, prompto falling in the meantime, leaving the low hp duo of gladiolus and ignis amidst the chaos of battle. your gaze shifting between the screen, tomura, and the urgency of his thumbs as countless coeurl's shredded through his team, depleting their health further as tomura frantically distributed health potions to evade death.

rigid posture cushioned by an array of pillows, tomura's gaze remained fixed on the screen before him, eyes darting from the gameplay to the wavering health status of each member, concentrating deeply, a slight furrow in his brow. he sat upright, alert, on edge almost, in contrast to your laying form beside him, attempting to watch his gameplay earnestly, yet failing to do so.

with his over-washed, slightly faded band-tee riding up his torso, almost matching the one you'd currently adorned, having stolen it out of his closet earlier that day. the shoulder seams hanging slightly lower on your arms than they ever did his, the faint musky scent embedded within the threading, mixing with the wafting vanilla candle you had lit not too long ago, offering a sweet sense of solace. with the thin trail of hair peaking beneath his shirt, exposed by the sliver of skin that was on display, crawling beneath the hem of his underwear, you'd found it increasingly difficult to keep your eyes straight before you.

you loved watching tomura game, just as much as he loved watching you. sessions filled with giggles and exasperated sighs, pushing the controllers into each others hands once things got too frustrating, celebrating your joint wins with high-fives and gentle kisses. yet, your offer to take over had been declined this time around, tomura refusing to let his pride wane in the face of his third "game over" screen, a controlled sigh leaving his lips as he entered the bounty's vicinity once more, teeth gritted.

niveous tendrils framing his soft features, shaggy hair resting on the tense, slightly raised, muscles of his shoulders. tomura's skin was slightly illuminated amidst the dark surroundings, ruby gaze darting across the screen in focus. his grip on the controller tightening as he moved with fervour, jaw clenching. your sight trailing over his disgruntled form, a small smile playing on your lips at the display.

tomura had the unyielding tendency to get riled up whilst gaming, often vocal in his distresses and victories, his concentrated glare on the screen something you'd grown quite fond of, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, immersed.

fingers lifting, moving to tuck loose tendrils behind his ear, earning a soft smile from the other, his muscles seeming to ease up slightly at the subtle action. touch shifting toward his exposed skin, drawing shapes on the flesh of his abdomen as your lips met his neck, tomura's head cocking to the side, offering more access, a shaky breath leaving his lips. "you're distracting me, kid," voice laced with gravel, your lips grazed his ear and he could feel your smirk against him "would you like me to stop ?" words whispered, a kitten lick, the tip of your tongue gently dragging up the edge of his ear, goosebumps rising in response to your touch, breath offering warmth to his skin, "i never said that," through a controlled exhale, "just continue on for me, then, love," setting a gentle kiss to his cheek.

fingers inching beneath the fabric of his joggers, resting upon the cloth of his boxers, you began to palm his most sensitive part, lips moving against the rough skin of his neck delicately, offering pecks and soft suction, marking him, a sharp gasp leaving tomura's chest. motions slow, grating, softly chuckling as he spoke, "you know i hate teasing, baby," a small scoff, brows knitting, "you tease me all the time," you pushed, "that's different," shrugging, tone relaxed, "is not!" you retorted, "and you never let up, no matter how much i beg," lips curling in response to your pout saturated words, his gaze remaining locked onto the screen, "i don't beg, kid," a gentle shake of his head as he spoke.

your fingers moving to slip from beneath his clothing, his hand leaving the controller, flying to catch your wrist, slowly turning meeting your gaze. with a taunting a quirk in your brow, smirk sewing your features, you sat in wait, teeth chewing the inside of his cheek as he took a beat, sighing in defeat, "please, baby," the words dripping with plead, guiding your grip beneath the layer of his dampened underwear, pre-cum soaking through the thin fabric, the sweetly spoken words sweeping a rosy blush across his cheeks, "anything else ?" you teased, head cocking to the side, a small smile curling his lips at the prod, "thank you," your nose brushing past his with a small smile, setting a kiss to his lips as his gaze returned to the screen, unpausing, "you're lucky i'm nicer than you are," a chuckle leaving his lips, "aren't i just."

shifting his hips as you pulled down the constricting pieces of fabric, a sharp hiss slipping past his lips as your fingers grazed the tip of his hardened cock gently. collecting the nectar, you pressed them to his lips with a smile, following the actions he often displayed to you, tomura letting you set your digits on his tongue with a playful roll of the eyes, lapping at the liquid as you pulled them out with a sweet pop, "you're having too much fun," hitched breath cutting his words short as your fingers clasped around his length, pumping, a breathy moan all that he could manage. "you look so pretty like this, can you really blame me ?" whispering, tomura's skin burning as your lips grazed his ear, his mind whirring as the 'game over' screen's music echoed off of the walls. eyes squeezed shut, face contorting in bliss, a thin layer of sweat offering subtle highlights to his skin as you worked him, your thumb circling his tip, giving gentle squeezes.

"fuck, you made me die..." through a laugh, it soon morphing into a chesty groan, a lazy, open-mouthed smile on his lips, "there's no way i'll be able to beat this when you're-" setting a gentle kiss to his tip with a change in position, licking a ring around it, offering gentle circles around it with a curved tongue before slipping his length into your mouth. pulling out, your gaze locking with his once more, your hand continuing to stroke him, "when i'm what ?" tone innocent with a cocked head in question, legs swaying in his playful kicks behind you.

"god, you're so annoying sometimes," through a choked giggle, earning one in turn from you as you set sweet pecks on his length, tomura's alertness dwindling. his gaze failing to stay on the screen for longer than a second, entranced by your performance, dusty rose setting deeply in his cheeks as your eyes fluttered shut, a loose smile hung on your features as your lips worked him, setting gentle kisses and kitten licks to his cock, soft moans slipping past your lips, offering subtle vibrations to his length as you took him into your mouth.

his core tightening at the sight of you seemingly worshipping his cock, goosebumps trailing his skin as your head bobbed, suppressed groans escaping his lips as your throat relaxed, nose kissing his pelvis in chase of his melodic sounds. the muscle contracting around his length as you choked, fingernails digging into your palms as you held yourself in position, a flurry of moans soon escaping his lips in tow. head thrown back, hips staggering, bucking reflexively as his back arched off of the slew of pillows in which it rested upon.

pulling back, a thin string of saliva, the only connection between the two of you before your hands moved to work him once more, gaze lifting to meet the screen behind you before shifting to him. lust swimming within the fire in his eyes, hot embers offering licks under his hooded gaze, piercing your skin with desire. tousled shaggy hair sticking to his skin, lips parted, pants falling from them with each breath he took. the pit of your stomach contorting at the sight, a small whimper threatening to leave your throat under the harsh gaze, tomura's trance like state snapping under your hooked forefinger, directing his attention back to the screen before him, "noctis is dying," a small gasp as his thumbs moved once more, "fuck-" through a chuckle as he gave him another elixir, "too distracting ?" you questioned, words laced thickly with tease, as you set a soft kiss to his tip once more, earning a small smirk from the man, "not at all," sarcasm drenching the reply.

a giggle leaving your lips at the snide remark, your hand shifting his own, threading his fingers through your locks, guiding your mouth onto him once more. tomura's free hand shifting to pause the movement on the screen, hips bucking as your throat relaxed around him, a whisper of a whimper falling from his chest as his hips rolled, head dropping back against the pillows once more as he used you. movements slow, inching deeper and deeper down your throat before pulling just up to his tip, pushing your head down once more with fervour, repeating the movements over, growing desperate as he continued. sweet, chesty groans falling from his lips, choked and growing in volume as the coil in his stomach tightened, your face deepening in rose as oxygen evaded you, fists tight, eyes squeezed shut as he decorated your throat with pearl.

with matching pants, your gaze met once more, the sight of his breathy and fucked out form erupting butterflies within your stomach, tomura thumbing your bottom lip in wait, the pond of his seed within your mouth inciting a smile from the man, needing nothing but for your eyes to meet once more to recognise his desires, soon displaying your tongue after a swallow. tomura's hand remained tangled within your hair, pulling you closer as your lips interlocked, tasting remnants of himself on your tongue as your lips moved.

pulling away, lazy gaze raking over your features, your eyes filled with yearning, breaths intermingling as he smoothed a hand over your messy hair, "such a sweet girl," the soft words whispered, filled with praise as he tucked unruly strands behind your ear, rose dusting your cheeks, heart swelling as he spoke. shifting to lay you down against the pillows, "you wouldn't mind taking over for me, would you, baby ?" pushing the controller to your chest with a smirk, situating himself between your legs.

"you don't actually expect me to beat it, do you ?" brows knitting as the paused screen met you, "what, you don't think you can ?" teasing, setting a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, "t-that's unfair," you pushed, a ghost of a pout, "what was it you said earlier about you being kinder than i am ?" chuckling, "but listen, i'll be nicer this time, yeah ? a reward is in store," the words convincing, "well, can i at least know what i'm working toward ?" eyes round, pleading as his fingers drew shapes on your skin, "cumming."

a sharp intake of breath, "you wouldn't..." brows knitting as your bottom lip jut out just so, "and why wouldn't i ?" a smirk curling his lips, teasing, "i hate edging and you know that..." your whines met with a shrug of his shoulders, "and i hate being teased, but here we are, love," a soft laugh, tomura setting encouraging pats to your outer thigh, "you oughta be more confident, kid," your silence erupting another giggle from the man, "what, you gonna call me mean ?" head cocking, teasing, pain pout decorating his lips, "no need to say it if you already know it," murmured words earning another laugh, "stop pouting and play the game, kid."

tomura's fingers inched beneath your shirt at the click of the unpause button, soon resting atop your bare chest. kneading the mound, squeezing harshly, earning a wince as he tugged at your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. his lips planting kisses between your thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving blossoming marks that matched his own.

tomura's stomach tightened, throat forming a lump at the sight of your underwear, the only bottoms you adorned beneath his oversized band tee. the dark patch of fabric clinging to your skin, outlining your folds with precision, the soaked cloth practically peeling away as he removed them. throwing your legs over his shoulders, hooded gaze flicking over to your frazzled form, shoulders tense as his nose dragged over your bundle of nerves ever so slowly, causing you to jerk slightly, swallowing a moan through a clenched jaw. "relax, baby," setting soothing strokes to your thigh, "and let me hear you."

pushing gentle kisses to your heat, curled tongue offering circular strokes, lips wrapping around your nub, adding the slightest bit of suction before pulling away with a wet pop. diving back in with laps, nose dragging your essence up and through your folds, his arms wrapping around your thighs, holding your shifty form in place as your thumbs moved against the controller, attempting to heal your team despite having only half the brain to pay attention.

tomura's head dipping lower, your gaze unable to stay on the screen as he made out with your most sensitive part, his eyes shut in bliss as he tongued your entrance, soft mewls escaping you at the act, the coil in your stomach tightening at the sight, tomura swiftly retracting at the dull hum of the 'game over' screen, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips at the act, head thrown back in defeat, earning a laugh from the man.

"fuck," through an exasperated breath, drawled out with a whine, earning a soft laugh from the man, "try again, love," your fingers shifting as you entered the bounty's vicinity once more, a ghost of a frown haunting your features. tomura's movements continued, earning somewhat of a cry as he slipped a finger in, your frazzled mind attempting to win as you haphazardly switched weapons, healing team members as best as you could, the coeurl's seemingly appearing in endless streams.

doubling the dosage, his fingers curled, hitting that spongey part that only he could ever reach, a sharp intake of breath was all you could muster as his thumb continued to stroke that sweet bundle of nerves, tomura peppering kisses along your thighs. a soft laugh leaving his lips as your hips began to roll, meeting his stride as moans sat heavy on your tongue, his mouth meeting your heat once more, the pace of his fingers quickening as he pumped you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls squeezed around tomura's fingers and soon, nothing at all, eyes flying open with a frustrated whine.

"rules are rules, kid," offering soothing strokes to your stomach, a wicked glint in his eye, shrugging, "but it's just...it's hard when you're-" a smirk, "when i'm what ?" pitch high, tone mocking as his hands were on you again, resuming his prior movements, earning an eye roll and a disgruntled sigh, tomura laughing at that.

thumbs moving swiftly against the controller, you were down to one coeurl and fresh out of both potions and elixirs, heartbeat rising as noctis, the only moving member on your team, performed his warp attack, his health depleting rapidly. tomura's gaze shifting to the screen for but a moment, a soft smile on his face, "you're so close, kid, c'mon," he pushed, lips on you once more as you finished the last one off through gritted teeth, the controller soon hitting the bed with a bounce as you dropped it.

tomura allowing your fingers to thread through his locks as your hips rolled against his tongue with a fiery need, his fingers pumping you at an unforgiving pace. the coil in your stomach tightening for what seemed like the hundredth time, soon coming undone in waves, goosebumps rising on your skin as your body shook, a flurry of moans leaving your lips as tomura worked you through your high.

chest rising and falling, tomura hovered over you once more setting a soft kiss to your lips, "that's a good girl," lips grazing yours, "i think a bigger reward is in order, don't you ?" his hardened cock dragging between your folds, gaze hooded as he spoke, your eyes rounding with plead, "please..."

[domdinh]

Hey, Tumblr!

I'm so stoked to have been apart of this wonderful lil game called Date Everything!, where you can literally date EVERYTHING in your home.

This game was created by the wonderful minds of Sassy Chap Games, produced by:

Ray Chase (voice of Noctis in FFXV, Neuvilette in Genshin, Roy in Fire Emblem)

Robbie Daymond (voice of Prompto in FFXV, Goro in Persona 5, Dorian in Critical Roll)

Max Mittelman (voice of Ryuji in Persona 5, Saitama in One Punch Man, Plagg in Miraculous)

Amanda Hufford (voice of Ragatha in The Amazing Digital Circus, Spectral Shifter Morgan in SMITE, Haniyyah in Genshin Impact)

This game has it all; 100 dateable characters FULLY voiced by your favorite voice actors, at least 3 endings per character, and as part of the writing staff of this game, I can guarantee you'll laugh, cry, and overall just have a fun time getting to know all of these characters!

I'm so pumped to have been apart of this game and we hope you'll enjoy it when we eventually release!

Watch the trailer on YouTube here!

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[hiddeneosbymrsflowerpot]

Wish birds When visiting Altissia Noctis takes part in an old Altissian tradition. If you write your wish on a wish bird and throw it into the mouth of the Tidemother statue, your wish will come true. Noctis uses a black ball point pen to write his wish on the bird but what he wrote will remain a mystery as it's too blurry to read. He throws the bird in the air and it glides towards the statue. We don't see it go in the mouth but Noctis exclaims, "Yes!" so I think we can assume he was successful. Looking closely at the statue you can see some wish birds stuck in the metal frame of the statue and others that have landed inside. I hope Noct's wish came true. Edit to add Looking at the game files there are 5 possible wish choices. I don't know what influences which wish is used. Four are unreadable, two appear to be the same wish but written on opposite wings, but one quite clearly says, "Beat Prompto's score on JMV". All images copyright Square Enix Co Ltd.

[vee-beeee]

The Tent

Okay this is a change from dbh LOL

So im figuring out how to write for these characters, and its going to be harder because its 4 people so PLEASE forgive me.

Warnings: Tents, enclosed spaces with 4 boys

Chocobros x reader (can be taken as platonic)

Im sorry for any spelling errors or plot holess

SORRY IF THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE

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You woke up

And then wished you didn't.

It smelt like sweaty socks and boys.

Someone had shoved your back into their front, and was snoring VERY loudly. Another person had his socks in your face, sprawled out over what looked to be Noctis himself. So the case of the smelly socks was solved, that had to be Prompto. You didn't see anyone else in your line of vision, but guessing at how strong and muscular the arm around you was...

Gladio had turned you into his own personal teddy bear.

You gently tried to roll out of his grip, but he grunted and held on to you with a stronger grasp. You sighed and searched for another way out, you need air and to be away from this tent.

You briefly wondered if tickling Prom would wake him up so he could help, but you didn't really want to touch his feet.

So you sat, starting at the tent walls and daring to breathe through your mouth.

You thought about falling asleep again but whenever you tried, Gladio's snoring woke you up just as you were on the cusp of the dream realm.

What a terrible way to start your morning.

Finally, FINALLY you heard someone stir. You turned your body as much as you could in Gladio's grip and saw Ignis's hair over a massive leg.

"Ignis!" you whisper-yelled, hoping to get his attention. He turned around, sleep very much apparent on his face, and looked the entirety of the tent until his eyes caught yours.

"Miss Y/N?" He mumbled, raising an eyebrow at your position, Gladio crowding your back and Proms feet in your face. You had also felt Noctis was really close to your knees, you could feel his hair whispering against your skin. It was ticklish and uncomfortable.

Ignis huffed out a laugh, and you proceeded to beg him to help you.

"Why of course, Dear Y/N. However, I believe Gladio is going to kill me in his sleep if I remove you from his hold. I can help with Prompto and Noct however."

You sighed, sad he wouldn't even TRY not to get killed by Gladio. You watched him as he harshly rolled Prompto off of Noctis, and you were briefly worried that he would awake.

He just snorted and continued sleeping.

Ignis next went to Noctis to gently move his head away from your leg. Of course, Noct slept like a corpse so he didn't even notice. You took your chance to thank him, and ask a favor

"Can you leave the tent flap open I need air please."

Ignis nodded, and exited the tent, leaving the flap open. You started to bask in fresh air and morning light, but then the world turned upside down.

Gladio was rolling over, treating your body like you were an actual teddy bear.

He was now slightly under you, both arms surrounding you with the literal strength of a Titan.

And you were suffocating in his chest.

In ANY other scenario you would have been like "nice" . But in this one you could not breathe. And that was a problem. So you started gently saying his name.

Gladio groaned, but stayed asleep. You tried wrestling your arms out from his iron grip, but no use.

So you did the only thing you could think of.

Loud enough for him to clearly hear you, you poked the bear

"Ooo this book of gladios looks so good, im going to read it while eating chips and wipe my fingers on the pages and fold the edges to mark where i am. Surely he wont mind"

Suddenly you were shoved as his eyes shot open and he released you, sitting up to look around huffing.

"NO THATS MY COLLECTORS EDITION!" you breathed and rolled over as he looked around and found his book by his belongings.

Then he turned to you, brows furrowed and irritation clear on his features for 1. being woken up and 2. having his most prized book threatened.

"What the hell was that for?"

You moved onto your back and stuck your tongue out at him

"You were suffocating me in your pecs, I had to get free some how"

His anger faded into an embarrassed smile, and then a smug smirk.

"A lot of girls would pay real money to get suffocated in these pecs."

You rolled your eyes as hard as you could and he let out a hardy laugh, which accidently woke Prompto.

He snorted as he awoke, leaning on his elbows before asking "uh whats slo funmny?" and then promptly fell flat on his face, going back to his dreamless sleep.

You and Gladio stayed quiet before looking at each other and chuckling quietly. Gladio winked at you and turned to leave the tent. You watched his huge shadow as it moved across the tent, and then it disappeared.

After a couple of minutes, you heard Gladio and Ignis in the camp talking, and saw an opportunity to get more sleep. So you found your original spot and comfy sleeping bag, and settled in.

(A couple hours later)

You woke up, blinking your eyes slowly, feeling that you had gotten a good rest. You looked around and saw the Prompto had seemingly left, and you didn't see anyone else so that must mean Noct left too.

You closed your eyes again, resting them for a moment before you felt something moving around your front. You jumped and accidently smacked your elbow against the something. And that something groaned.

You looked down to see a mess of black hair nuzzling into YOUR blanket.

"Noct?" You leaned on your elbows and he looked up at you sleepily before groaning out a response

"you have the good blankets."

and then he was gone. But luckily, you had help to wake him back up.

Ignis had heard your surprised yelp, and knew it was time for Noct to get up. He had been chatting with Gladio and Prompto about how to pay for more car renovations, but that conversation could be put on hold.

Ignis grabbed a pot and one of his spatulas, before leaning down into the tent flap.

And then he started hitting them repeatedly together.

He saw you cry out and put your hands over your ears, and Noct just sat up slowly and glared at him.

Ignis smirked and left the tent when he saw Noct leaving, and you followed shortly after.

You watched Iggy put his utensils away and you went straight for the middle of the circle of chairs you all had put together the night before. Noct had just slumped down his camping chair when you started talking.

"Why do you guys love piling on me so much when we sleep? Like I wake up and your all over me."

You stood stalk still and waited for a response. You heard groaning and looked over to see Noct open one eye and looking at you.

"Smell nice and warm"

and then he was asleep.

Ignis sighed and walked over to shake him awake and you turned to see Gladio and Prompto nodding their heads. Gladio was the first to say something.

"I think he's right. Your a little babe space heater." You flushed, and he and Prompto laughed seeing your face.

"Yeah and you uhh, kinda smell a lot like roses." was Proms response, and now you watched him go red. Gladio slapped him on the back and Ignis chuckled quietly, continuing to try and wake Noctis up.

So your consensus was to buy more blankets, and an air freshener.

Fair enough.

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THANKS FOR READING

I dont know if this is cringe or how I did, but I hope I did good on my first time writing these guys.

Hope you enjoyeddd

[jepzer0]

Hiii, I'm jesper. I use he/they pronouns and I draw and post about all things I'm obsessed with, which is too long of a list to write out honestly, just know I could post about literally anything pretty much. I think the main things are probably;

Hermitcraft/the life series

Lotr & the hobbit

Star wars - especially clone wars content

Httyd

Final fantasy - I love anything ffxv related, especially if it's to do with prompto

Marauders - remus lupin is the best and I am currently obsessed with moonwater thanks to my best friend

Epic the musical

Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

One piece

The raven cycle

Weak hero class

And the magnus archives

Umm, I'm currently doing a game art course which is fun and I'm obsessed with painting so yeh.

My best friend is @chronic-pessimist0b, they're the best so go look at their posts and appreciate his genius and also @olauivers, he's also awesome so check him out as well. Also new-ish additions are @hlreesespeanutbuttercups, she's funny as hell, @rocococor, one of the most amazing people ever and @statiic-tea, again awesome and amazing. Check them all out as well.

And yeh I think that's all. I hope you're having a good day if you're reading this and yeh, bye I guess.

[goddessofroyalty]

Just a thought, but... Cloud and Sepbiroth have a one night fling the day before the Burning of Nibelheim. It was a moment of weakness on both parts with Cloud still being a starstruck cadet and Sepbiroth trying to find some way to cope with the revelations he had in the manor and the Puppy's little Chocobo was awfully pretty. Sepbiroth to me in this verse seemed the type to rarely indulge, but casual sex in and of itself isn't unusual for him, just rare due to his own personality and the fact that most people wouldn't really be able to handle him. Neither expects much of anything to come of it even tho neither used protection or contraceptives, since at that point most people believed Sepbiroth to be sterile.

Then the events of Nibelheim happen, and Cloud stabs Sephiroth with a sword, and Hojo ends up with a Cloud who at that point would have had no way of knowing he was pregnant, but Sephiroth would figure it out several months later when he himself is revived and starts spying on Cloud.

Meanwhile, Tifa has the issue of a severely traumatized Cloud who has a 3-4 year old child who is clearly his own to deal with because Zack made damn sure to get Cloud away asap and Cloud is in no mental state to take care of baby Prompto. Pronpto remembers this time, but not very vividly, just that his mom was very very distant doe the first few years of his life but got a lot better later. Auntie Tifa tells him it's because Cloud was very, very sick.

So funnily enough the original version of the original fic that inspired the Cloud is the Remnants Carrier verse there was a throw-away line about how Sephiroth and Cloud had fucked the nigh before the burning of Nibelheim (It's literally the first fic I have on AO3 so not as strong as some of my more recent stuff with 10 additional years of writing experience behind them). In later versions I removed it mostly because the point of that fic is very much that the Remnants were a result of Hojo's work so I felt that element didn't really add anything to it.

It's very easy to see there being chemistry between Sephiroth and Cloud even before the Nibelheim incident. Cloud is of course rather attractive and his hero worship of Sephiroth makes him sweet without being an overbaring fanboy like some of Sephiroth's other fans can be. Sephiroth finds him easy company and it's easy to have that than end with the two of them falling into bed together while Sephiroth's headspace is looking for an easy distraction from the information he's discovered at the manor. And Cloud of course isn't going to be saying no to an offer like this from Sephiroth who has been on his mind most of the time he's masturbated.

They both definitively expect it to amount to nothing. Honestly I don't think either of them are really thinking about the need for birth control in that moment or the risk of a pregnancy resulting. Sephiroth's head is too much in what he's found out about himself, probably thinking he's possibly sterile because of it. And Cloud is caught up in the moment, and honestly doesn't want to do anything that will possibly ruin it. Not that he's really thinking that he could end up pregnant with Sephiroth's child.

Hojo would be so pleased when it's discovered that Cloud's pregnant. I don't think he would assume it's Sephiroth's to start with, Cloud is a nobody so Hojo just wouldn't come to the conclusion that he could have gained Sephiroth's attention. But still a fetus early enough in a pregnancy gives Hojo the opportunity to somewhat replace what Cloud took from him when he killed Sephiroth - oh sure he doesn't think this child will be as good as Sephiroth the starting genes are not as ideal as they were in Sephiroth's case but still with Jenova's cells they might be able to make something out of it.

Zack on the other hand likely immediately clues in to the fact that if Cloud's pregnant (and only just pregnant) than the father is probably Sephiroth. And he's definitively getting Cloud out of there ASAP with that being the case because he does not want Hojo to realise the fact. He probably takes a massive sigh of relief that Prompto looks so much more like Cloud because things would be so much harder for them if the kid looked at all like Sephiroth.

Sephiroth is also immediately figuring it out and it just feeds more into his objessesion with Cloud - clearly Cloud is his to own and control, Cloud has given him an heir afterall.

Because Prompto does take so much after Cloud it's kind of easy for Tifa to avoid actually consciously acknowledging the fact that this kid is probably Sephiroth's. She does know, Cloud confirmed it in a conversation where they were very much talking around the topic, but she does find herself pretending anywise a lot. Justifying it that it doesn't matter if Sephiroth is technically genetically the father - Cloud's the one whose raising Prompto so Prompto is Cloud's son.

One of the reasons Prompto makes a great Cloud child is that Cloud does line up very well with Prompto's canon experiences with his parents being absent. Just with Cloud we the audience know the reasons he's absent from Prompto's life - having to recover from what happened to him in Nibelheim and then the lifelong scars he carries from it. Which as Prompto gets older he finds out more about it and objectively knows the reasons but he still remembers how distant Cloud was in those early years.

[primamchorus]

Day One :: Beauty

Done for the @daily-writing-challenge. Because I like challenges.

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While Noctis is away during his meeting with the First Secretary of Accordo, Prompto approaches one of two Arms of the King. Given everything that happened to Insomnia and that being the last place he saw her, he is eager for the opportunity to catch up. Especially since it seems that those he cares about most could slip through his fingers at any moment.

Word Count: 808

"So, Prim…" Prompto started, drumming his hands against his thighs as he walked forward. He was soon standing side by side with Primam at the railing overlooking the waters. She had not met his gaze, only continued to stare out toward the cascading falls beyond that created a mist along the cliffs of Altissia. Looking over Primam, Prompto chewed on the inside of his mouth while he took in the fact that she had this weariness about her.

"The brown hair is…new…" Prompto continued, having wanted to comment on it for a while. It was then that Primam finally looked over at him.

"Yeah…" Primam began in response. She leaned one arm on the railing and looked at Prompto more directly. "Tan and I decided it was for the best to dye our hair while we were with the Lady Oracle. For her safety while Niflheim scoured the lands for us since their narrative wouldn't have worked if we were alive and well."

Slowly, Prompto nodded. It made sense. "Right… Your leucism…"

Reaching up, Primam held up a lock of brown hair and scoffed slightly. She rolled the lock between her fingers.

"I mean…it looks more natural and prettier this way, doesn't it?" There was this disingenuous intonation to Primam's words. Even if she tried to feign a smile, Prompto noticed a distant look in her eyes in addition to her tone. Reading her facial expressions had come more more easily when he had so many photos of their friend group to pick out when there was more to their expressions than met the eye. "No one gives me weird looks anymore when they just see…a normal girl with normal hair."

'Normal'.

Prompto was brought back to a previous discussion he had with Tandem about that. That nothing about them was normal and that it never would be normal. The adventures both their groups must have undergone was proof of that — at the very least, the trip with Ignis, Gladio, and Noctis was absolutely proof of that.

"I kinda liked the white more… I mean, I have since we were all the way in school. Just…it's…you…" Prompto truthfully replied. He crossed his arms over the railing, leaning on it and looking out over the water. "But if you like it, then…" he shrugged, "That's what matters more, right?"

Prompto did not want to push the issue if she still felt some sense of shame or self-consciousness over it.

The lapping of the water filled the air between the two of them along with the murmur of Altissia's residents going about their day behind them. Both of them had their attention cast out past the waters again, simply remaining in each other's silent company.

"… I can probably grow it out again," Primam finally said with a neutral sigh. She looked over at Prompto, a more genuine smile growing on her lips. She then bumped her shoulder against his and teased him gently, "I didn't think you'd be that concerned about it."

Prompto felt his ears and cheeks flush before he waved a hand at Primam dismissively with a grin. "Me? Psh! I mean…what? I've known you since we were ten! The brown is just…it's jarring! I can get used to it if you like it more!"

Both of them laughed gently alongside one another, and when they eventually settled, Primam rested her shoulder against his. Her weight was this affectionate pressure against him, and Prompto felt himself leaning into her. All things considered—

"It's been so damn long since we could just hang out…" Primam said. She leaned her head over and rested it against his shoulder.

"Months on the road and at sea, doing our own things…" Prompto concurred, recounting the different trials and tribulations he was part of and witnessed Noctis have to go through. His expression faltered after a moment and he moved to look at Primam more directly. He searched her face, tempted to reach out and place his hands upon her shoulders. It just still felt so surreal and relieving to have her standing there in front of him.

To hells with it.

Prompto pulled Primam into a hug and just held her close.

"… I'm…" Prompto began, his cheerful and sunny mask melting away. "I'm glad you're safe, Prim…"

Primam's own arms hovered for a long moment before she finally wrapped her arms around him. The beauty of Altissia faded away and was simply replaced by the beauty of being reunited with her best friend — her best friend that must have been worried sick about her and the others who remained in Insomnia during the fall. Closing her eyes, she buried her head against his collar as she tightened her hold on him.

"I'm glad you're safe, too," Primam quietly replied, her voice muffled against his vest.

[angelic-guardienne]

College Party

Nyehehehe i am back and currently on a prompto obsessed binge. wrote this at 3am -- my first 3am idea bug in years! I'm very excited to share with everyone, my first bit of writing in a w h i l e. I hope you enjoy!

Scenario, 2,114 words, Prompto/Reader

content tags: alcohol (both reads and prompto are over 21), prompto with glasses, college, kissing, a little ooc but i just imagine prompto as like 23/24 here so he's a bit more confident in himself, use of the nickname “beach goddess,” otherwise it’s gn reader

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it’s a college party at a beach house. you think the host is a friend of a friend of a friend; someone you know distantly and have really only seen in passing. but everyone in your year got an invitation to this, and your friends begged you to go, so here you are

the place is immensely huge and immensely crowded, but the party is surprisingly lowkey -- no deafeningly loud music, and the lights are low instead of pulsing strobe like a nightclub. people play games at the pool table, swim in the ocean, or just hang out and laugh with their friends

there’s booze of course -- wouldn’t be a college party without some 

you’ve been taking your sweet time with your drinks, not wanting to deal with a hangover in the morning. your friends, much more popular than you, eventually drifted off to socialize with other groups, leaving you alone to venture around 

except you and your two and a half drinks have left you needing the bathroom -- bad. and you know the cardinal rule of partying and drinking is never to leave your drink unattended, but you can’t fathom throwing it out (it’s tasty as hell) and you refuse to chug the rest. 

if it had a lid, you could just put it in your bag. you're cursing the open top

You’re debating if you’re willing to accept the gross idea of taking it into the bathroom with you when you catch sight of him, right out of the corner of your eye

glasses perched on his nose, a simple t-shirt and swim trunks that somehow look like high fashion on him, blond hair in such a pretty little swoop, and -- as you get closer, unthinkingly drawn to him -- freckles spattered all over his skin. 

he's leaned against the wall, phone in one hand and beer in the other, alone but somehow not out of place or awkward at all

you remember seeing him around here and there, sharing a handful of classes over the years. You can't remember his name, but you wouldn't ever forget a pretty face like that

even if you've never spoken to him, you've seen the way he interacts with others, how everyone always smiles at him, and how studious he is, always leading study groups in the library. he seems so sweet, and so…. wouldn't roofie your drink

“sorry to bother you, but you’re the most trustworthy-looking person around,” you say over the thrum of the crowd. “can you watch my drink so I can use the bathroom?”

he gives you the sweetest smile, enough to rot out your teeth and make your heart melt, and gladly accepts your drink. he grabs a napkin and lays it over the top of your drink, then pops his hand on top so nothing can fall in

you don’t waste any more time, finding the nearest bathroom and obtaining sweet, sweet relief

looking at yourself in the mirror while you’re drying your hands off, you can’t believe you just left your drink with an almost total stranger, good-looking or not

when you return to your savior, though, he’s still just how you left him -- with his hand over the top of your drink, watching everyone around him like a hawk to make sure no one even bumps into it. and you just feel warm, knowing you made the right decision

“thank you!” you say, accepting your drink back. you introduce yourself, smiling over the rim of your cup as you take a quick sip. “i remember seeing you around campus here and there, but I'm so awful with names.” 

as if you'd ever forget his name if you ever learned it 

“My name's Prompto,” he responds with a smile so easygoing it's almost lazy, his pretty blue eyes giving you a quick once-over.

it’s practically instant the way he has you wrapped around his finger. you have got to know everything about him, have got to spend more time with him, have got to keep staring into those deep blue eyes, have got to see that smile again. 

so you talk with him. you talk about anything and everything. prompto is an amazing conversationalist. hours feel like minutes as everything flows so naturally between you two, and you never want it to end

along the way you end up sitting on one of the many loveseats littered around the house. prompto’s right there with you, sweet as candy. you’re trying not to stare at him, the alcohol in your veins leaving you more than tipsy but not quite drunk, some weird combination of bashful and bold.

you’ve got your legs in his lap and he’s leaned in close, nodding along to what you’re saying with this look on his face like he could listen to you talk forever. and he’s genuinely listening, responding to you in ways that show he really cares about what you’re saying

you want to cross what little personal space is left between you, but you’re not that daring, not yet anyway

until, of course, prompto lays a hand on your thigh. you’re distracted by the feeling of his thumb drawing little circles, and when he jokingly calls your attention back to his face, you sputter that you were looking at his nail polish

not 100% a lie, not really truthful either

but he just laughs, and your heart flutters in your chest

prompto presses his head back against the couch and you watch the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat just a little too intently. “you’re incredible. cute, smart, funny, and so easy to talk to,” he says, turning to look at you. looking right into his eyes, this close, you can see he means it. “honestly, it’s unfair, doin’ this to me.”

you cock your head to the side, raising a brow. “what do you mean? we just met a few hours ago!”

he leans a little closer -- not close enough to kiss, only for your breath to mingle a bit. you're sorely tempted to close the gap. “makin’ me fall for you.” 

you blush and lightly push him away, hiding your elated smile behind your drink. “not my fault I’m so lovable,” you quip.

you tap his nose just to make him blink, and you both dissolve into little giggles. you scoot a bit closer to him, not quite on his lap but one move from him could easily put you there. “it’s your fault for bein’ so cute, prompto.” you mutter, cradling your drink in one hand and laying the other over his, where it still rests on your thigh.

this close, prompto can’t hide the blush that spreads over his cheeks, red engulfing his freckles. he’s staring at you, those blue eyes flicking down to your lips and lingering for just a second too long before he draws his gaze back up to yours. “yeah, my fault,” he breathes, swallowing like his mouth is dry

there’s so much tension between you, both waiting for the other to make their move. you lean back to take a sip of your drink, but as soon as the cup comes down, prompto’s arm comes around your back, pulling you close to him again

“Can I kiss you?” he asks with surprising clarity, his voice steady. 

“Thought you’d never ask.” you respond, finally closing that last gap between you

it’s quick, but it’s fucking heavenly, and it makes you wanna kiss him over and over and over again

after the fifth kiss you decide to show some restraint and pull away, and it’s a herculean task to resist the way he chases after you. you tap his nose again, dissipating some of the heat between you. he chuckles, and you smile right back, happy as can be

you two continue chatting into the night, finishing your drinks and making your way outside. prompto’s glasses fog up from the temperature change, making you both laugh. the salty sea breeze sobers you up a little bit, and a mischievous little idea pops into your head

you drop your stuff in the sand nearby and step into some ankle deep water and prompto just follows like he’s in a trance

mid-sentence, you whip around to kick water on him

competition sparks in his eyes. “oh, you did not.”

“who, me?” you chirp, squealing and dodging his attempt to tackle you into the water

you run like hell, laughing all the way, splashing water on each other. but you definitely underestimated how damn difficult it is to run on sand, and you quickly exhaust yourself, flopping onto the beach with a heaving chest

prompto drops down next to you, grinning. you dry off your hands and face with your towel and pass it to prompto, who does the same.

You hold out your hand. “let me see your phone.”

when prompto passes it to you, the contact screen is already pulled up. under the name, he’s put “beach goddess.” it makes your heart flutter again as you add a heart emoji and put in your phone number. you send yourself a text so you have his number and pass the phone back to him, wishing you had your drink back so you could hide just how giddy you’re feeling

but prompto relishes in the attention, drifting into your personal space after putting his phone away. “i don’t want the night to end,” he says, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close to him. you gladly scoot over, practically in his lap again by the time you get settled. 

“maybe… it doesn’t have to?” you hedge, studying his face for his reaction. “I don’t live too far from here, maybe we could just…. chill, watch a movie…” you avert your gaze to draw little shapes in the sand, losing some of your bravado. “maybe kiss a little more?”

one shift and prompto has you in his lap once more, hands on your waist, breath mingling with yours. “sounds great,” and then he’s kissing you again. 

you’re so lost in kissing him that you don’t hear the approaching tidal wave until it crashes over your back and his legs, startling you both out of your little slice of heaven. 

“did the ocean just tell us to get a room?” prompto asks incredulously, and you burst out laughing, 

you two stand, dust yourselves off, and make your way over to your apartment, holding hands and chatting the whole walk there

settled on your couch, wrapped in a big blanket, popcorn in your lap and movie playing, you can’t imagine being anywhere else doing anything else with anyone else. prompto is perfect

and yes, halfway through the movie he leans over and kisses you again, and then the rest of the movie is lost on you

he’s a gentleman, letting you take the lead and only going as far as you want to. his hands stay right on your waist and his lips stay right on yours. 

you want to get to know him better before getting into his pants, so things don't go any further than that. and he's 100% okay with that

you two crash right there on the couch, cuddled up in each other's arms while you listen to his heartbeat. it's the most peaceful place in the world

when his alarm wakes both of you up in the morning, you’re sad to see him go, but you know the night had to end eventually as he heads into work

you're wondering if it was just the atmosphere and the booze or a genuine connection when your phone starts ringing -- it’s prompto. 

“was just walking and wanted to hear your voice again,” he says bashfully, the service making his beautiful voice a bit crackly

you talk until he reaches his apartment, and then again after he gets out of the shower, until he reaches his job. and even throughout the day, he still sends quick little texts when he can. he’s got you giggling and kicking your feet, waiting by the phone for his every word. 

later that night, he asks when he can see you again. and as much as you wanna say anytime, you reel yourself in and plan a date

you can’t wait for the day to come, extremely ready to see him again. you might be getting ahead of yourself -- like, you’re already seeing a future with him -- but you connect with him on a level you just haven’t gotten with anyone else. you’re smitten, and he is too.

when he shows up to your date with a bouquet of flowers and a shy smile, you just know that he's the one

[sasouken]

here is a list of muses i want to write a little more, so like for a starter ! if you don't specify which muse you'd like, i'll randomize it ! if you have any questions, feel free to reach out ! i will also be queueing them !

jester lavorre - critical role

mollymauk tealeaf - critical role

mabel pines - gravity falls

evie grimhilde - disney's descendants

hawks / keigo takami - bnha

hoshi kimura - soul eater oc but primarily used in bnha verse / open to other verses

scaramouche - genshin impact

kaveh - genshin impact

yuji itadori - jjk

tsumiki fushiguro - jjk

megumi fushiguro - jjk

satoru gojo - jjk

yuuta okkatsu - jjk

dean winchester - supernatural

tohru honda - fruits basket

vesper arlo - voltron oc

rayne storms - fandomless oc ( has a number of verses )

rovian thalias - vampire/elf oc

prompto argentum - ffxv ( canon divergent )

kairi - kh

[thevanillerose]

TRAINING | GLADIOLUS x READER | FFXV

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

“Hey, time to get up sleepy head!” “Mnn...” “C'mon princess, you'll have plenty time to doze later...” “Jes...just...one more minute...”

THWACK. “OW!”

You jolted up like you were on a spring, and quickly shoved his heavy boot away from your side. He hadn't kicked you hard, you were more irritated by the fact that he had pulled you out of such a nice dream. Riding a Chocobo through a field of fluffy white cotton. Ah...you could just...lay back down and...drift away again...

“Ah ah ah, you're not gonna slip that one by me. Come on-” A strong hand took you by the arm and hoisted you up before you had a chance to even open your eyes properly. Rubbing the sleep from them as you were sent stumbling forth and out of the tent flaps, you finally came to enough to turn and give him a good glare.

The man who woke you up was Gladiolus Amicitia- the trusted and loyal bodyguard for Prince Noctis. He stood tall in the sunlight...though he always stood tall, whatever the weather. Hard not to when you were pushing 6'6”. And if his height wasn't notable enough, his muscles certainly were. To say the guy worked out would be an understatement.

Amber eyes smirked back at you, and you scoffed, running a hand through your messy [H/C] hair so you could at least smooth it down. Yes, much like the Crown Prince himself, you were bad for sleeping in. However, Gladio hadn't even given you time to get ready, much less compose yourself. And you needed to. He was training you this morning...and training with him was really no joke.

“Remember what I taught you last time?” he walked over and slapped his palm down around your shoulder. You just looked up at him sourly. “I barely remember my own name right now.” He just laughed heartily. It was hard not to cheer up a bit when he did. His happy moments may not have been as infectious as Prompto's, but it was always nice to see such a tough man smile. Really, he wasn't so bad.

Gladio had been training you like this every morning for the past week while you camped out in Duscae, but it wasn't out of cruelty. If anything, it was the opposite.

You were more of a tactician than anything else, and sometimes you really felt tacked on to this party. Even being sent to accompany and protect Prince Noctis had been a last minute affair. Not that you were complaining...it was far better to be here than back in Insomnia.

You were still shaken by the news. And Noct...well...you tried not to ever talk about it with him.

Gladio only wanted you to feel like you were of more use, since you had told him you'd felt you weren't of any. He was looking out for you by doing this...as torturous as it could be having to wake up at the break of dawn and start exerting yourself. Regardless, you were grateful.

“C'mon princess, let's get going before the others wake up. You wanna be back in time for Ignis' famous breakfast, right?” Gladiolus attempted to spur you on with the promise of food, and yes, shamefully, it was enough to get you going. Letting him lead the way down off the camping plateau and toward the marshy plains, you jogged lightly after him, but soon picked up the pace enough to become level with the guy.

A little sweat was already gathering on your brow but you tried not to make a big deal of it. It would be true to say that part of you wanted to impress him. When it came to anything physical he was always the king, and you at least wanted to keep up in some respects.

Eventually you reached your destination, which was one of the fishing shacks arranged around the edges of the vast lake there. Coming to a stop by the mirror-esque water, you caught sight of yourself reflected within it. All hunched over with your hands on your knees like that and your hair strewn haphazardly around your face, you couldn't help grimacing.

So what? You were spending one-on-one time with an objectively attractive male. Who could really blame you for wanting to look presentable?

Quickly fixing yourself, you then turned and exhaled slowly, seeing that Gladio was already standing there ready and waiting to start the next phase of training. The run here was only meant as a warm up. Here was where the real tricky stuff started.

You called it 'tricky' because you really weren't a fighter. Sure, you could handle the daggers you carried well enough, but you were still distinctly lacking when it came to combat. Gladio was here to help you gain that sharp edge...to become more capable. You hoped.

“Let's pick up where we left off last time.” he cracked his knuckles, though it was for preparation, not intimidation. “You need to learn to become more aware of your surroundings. Half of combat is all about blocking. If you go crazy just trying to get in a hit anywhere you can, you'll not only tire yourself out, but you'll leave yourself completely open for a counterstrike.” This was all knowledge you could have inferred yourself, but you still listened to him intently as he carried on: “The key is timing. Knowing when to attack, and knowing when to shield yourself. Now-”

Suddenly, his fist swung. You gasped and stumbled back a step, quickly throwing up your arm in a clumsy fashion. Naturally he didn't plan on actually hitting you, but his knuckle still came close enough to give you a scare. Pulling back again, Gladio took another step towards you and laid his hand upon your shoulder once more, making sure you were steady. “See, now that's an issue. And it was only hand to hand too. You'll definitely struggle if you try to block a sword like that.”

Most certainly in the case of the one he carried. No innuendo intended.

“Right...okay...” you sighed heavily. A bout of weariness hit you again but you quickly shook your head to get rid of the sensation. Gladiolus didn't seem to notice, instead just carrying on with his lesson.

“Let me show you the best way of doing this. Take out your daggers for me.”

Doing as he asked, you placed them in his palm when he held it out expectantly. Lifting the weapons to his eyeline, Gladio then felt the blade of one between his thumb and forefinger, before humming and nodding.

“Yeah, it's strong enough alright.” “Strong enough for what?” Your innocently phrased question prompted a live demonstration from the man. And you didn't feel quite so innocent when he stood behind you and pressed up against your back.

It was in moments like these that you really noticed how small you were compared to him. You weren't actually that tiny for a girl, but you were practically a gnat in comparison to someone like Gladio. His strong and muscled arms looped around in front of your chest, though didn't wrap around you. Rather, he had only positioned himself in such a way so that he could take your hands in his and help guide the glinting blades. Even his hands alone seemed to engulf yours...

“See, if you cross them like this-” Gladio moved your limbs so that blade was against blade, forming something of an 'X' shape, “-it'll act as a makeshift shield for you. Blocking a two handed beast like this still isn't ideal, but it gives you an option if you don't have the time or speed to roll aside.”

As you stared up at the two intertwined blades, you could see the sun shining boldly through the gap. The heat from those golden rays beat down upon your already sweating face, and you squinted. Your vision started to blur, your knees wobbling.

Suddenly the sky was rolling around you. A mix of blues and greens shot through your vision, until you felt the middle of your back hit something firm. The sight before you was replaced by a sudden darkness, and your eyes fell heavy before closing...

Some time passed, yet for you it was an instant. Those same eyes of yours began to flicker, letting in little glimpses of far more filtered light, before eventually opening enough to let you see the canopy of leaves above. At your side, your palm ventured out to help push you up, gracing over a soft, cool fabric, set down against the slightly moist grass. Though you managed to urge yourself to sit, something quickly took hold of your shoulder.

You knew that motion anywhere.

Looking over, you could see Gladiolus sitting on the same navy blue blanket, his arm outstretched to hold you steady. His sharp amber eyes never left your weary visage for a second.

“Easy there...just take it slow.” he urged you cautiously, before gently letting his hand slip away when he was sure you were sitting fine. Blinking a few more times to clear away the last spots of drowsiness, you observed the gruff man with a furrowed brow.

“...What...what happened?” “You fainted.” he stated simply, turning his attention away from you momentarily to focus on the pot of food he was stirring, before looking back again. “It was my fault. I think I pushed you too much, too soon.” “No that's...that's what I wanted though...” you spoke drearily and shook your head in what felt like slow motion. Clearly you still weren't totally together after that ordeal, but at least you were in the shade.

Gladiolus must have caught you when you collapsed. Good thing he was standing right there, eh?

“Doesn't matter what you wanted, I should have seen it coming. Obviously you were already at your limit.” Gladiolus continued to scold himself while he spooned up some soup and motioned closer. His hand went to your lower back and he held the spoon before your lips. “Open up. Ignis made this for you.”

Usually you would have been internally freaking out at this point. Every time he touched you during training you always felt a bit of a spark anyway, but here he really was treating you like the 'princess' he affectionately called you (even though you were far from royalty). However, you were still so woozy that you merely did as he wanted with little reaction, opening your mouth and letting him feed you. It was delicious of course, as could be expected from the delicacy master himself- Ignis. Though a worrying thought came to mind as he helped you eat, and between your second and third spoonful you had to ask:

“-Did the other boys find out about this then?” “What, about you fainting?” Gladiolus smirked and shook his head. “Don't worry, I had a feeling you'd want to save face. I just told them you wanted to have breakfast down by the lake since it looked so nice. They didn't suspect a thing.”

Good. Relieved, you started to relax a little more. Your strength returned enough to let you finish the soup yourself, and once you had you felt magnanimously better. Finally, you were human again.

“That was awful. Dammit...why am I so weak?” you questioned curtly, and Gladiolus took his turn to frown. “[Y/N], you're not weak. Not even slightly. Do you think we could have come this far if you were?” He had a point. You were already well underway on your journey, and it wasn't like it had always been a piece of cake. Still... “I need to be stronger than this. I need to get stronger so I can protect the Prince...”

Yes. Maybe you did. But as Gladio looked at you, he didn't see a single thing he really wanted to change. At first he could admit that he had doubted how useful you would be as part of the Crownsguard. Yet over time he had come to see just how important you were to the team. You were incredibly smart, and quick thinking. You had a knack for knowing what to do even in the most baffling situations. Just as a good defence was as important as a good attack, it was also crucial to have that kind of clarity at your disposal.

Besides...that wasn't the only thing he had started to notice about you. You had many other notable assets too...and as you sat there in the mottled shade of the lakeside tree, he saw one of them very clearly. A gentle, tender smile had spread across your lips and in turn illuminated the rest of your features. Sometimes he doubted it was possible you could look any prettier, yet in that moment you perhaps looked the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

“Thank you, Gladio. For helping me so much. I promise I'll do better next time...” “Don't...don't worry about it.” Did he just stutter? Stumble over his words? Hell, he even rubbed the back of his neck like a sheepish schoolboy. Gladiolus quickly composed himself again though. Right now wasn't the right time for that. Right now he wasn't ready to reveal anything of that nature.

“You can take a day off tomorrow, and then we'll carry on after that.” he told you, to which you nodded affirmatively. “Sounds good.”

That was right. For the moment...he just had to focus.

In a way...he was training himself too.

[boxfullaturtles]

Once upon a time, I had an idea for a Rise x FFXV fic. I'm not going to write it because I'm not THAT crazy, but here's a bit I wrote for it at the time because I still think about it sometimes.

Mostly for the silly hahas and the angst and how now everyone has to ride chocobos because the party no longer fits in the car lol.

Anyway, here's this. Uh, lead up? Someone was stealing supplies from the campsites while the Chocobros were out. Manage to track the thief down and it's two turtles? And one of them's really hurt? Would it be a lie to say stranger things have happened to these guys?

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“So, what are you guys anyway?” Prompto asks the question through a mouthful of meat, looking Mikey up and down with unashamed curiosity.

“Dude, really?” Noct elbows Prompto in the ribs, almost tipping him over, “They’re obviously turtles.”

“Hey!” Prompto aims a sloppy kick at Noct, missing by a mile, “I meant why are they turtles walking on two legs and talking!”

Ignis loudly clears his throat when Noct and Prompto start kicking at each other. They immediately settle down and tuck back into their dinner.

Mikey hides a laugh as he answers, “Weelllll, we’re mutants! We used to be regular turtles, but then we got combined with some ooze and human DNA and BAM! Instant mutant turtle, baby!” He shrugs at the blank looks he gets from the four humans, “It’s kind of a long story. And complicated.”

When he doesn’t continue, Prompto raises his eyebrows expectantly. But Mikey just takes another bite of food and doesn’t elaborate. Noct trades a glance with Gladio and then with Ignis. The crackling of the campfire fills the silence.

“You mentioned earlier,” Ignis finally tip-toes carefully into the awkward space, “That you believe you and your brother to be...lost?”

“Brothers,” Mikey corrects and it’s the most solemn he’s sounded all day. He lowers his fork so it rests absently on the edge of his plate, staring into the fire, “There’s four of us. Me, Leo and Donnie, and our big brother Raph. I don’t...I don’t know how we got here. It’s all messed up in my head, just confusion and light and…” He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know what happened. I just remember trying to grab onto my brothers but we all got ripped away from each other and then,” He shrugs absently, gaze distant, “I dunno, I woke up somewhere I didn’t know. Wandered around until I managed to find Leo.”

“Leo, he say how he got hurt?” Gladio asks, “It looks like a real nasty voretooth bite but—”

“Yeah, and how come you guys were in a cave instead of a Haven?” Prompto interrupts, “Can’t believe you weren’t attacked this whole time!”

Mikey blinks, “A Haven? What’s a Haven?”

“This is a Haven,” Ignis explains over Noct hissing things at Prompto, “They are safe places that protect travelers from the dangers of the night. Their blessing keeps evil at bay.”

“Oh,” Mikey looks down at the gently glowing runes beneath his feet. It’s darker now, the only remains of the sun a pale red stripe along the horizon, and they blue glow is brighter, clearer, “Huh.”

He’d felt something whenever he set foot on the runes, some kind of tingling warmth washing over him like a gentle tide. But he’d never lingered long enough to chase the feeling or find its source. He’s about to reach out to it with his Ninpō, just to see what would happen, when there comes a sound from the darkness beyond the Haven.

Something flares in the night, darker than black, a frothing void of pitch and foul tar. It yawns open, boiling at the edges as the world crumples to make way for it, and a grotesque creature unfolds from within it, spilling out into the night. It’s yards away, barely visible, but Mikey can just make out the writhing tentacles from the starlight alone.

His throat closes and he’s on his feet, his nunchaku in his hands. A terrified, dizzying nausea is making his gut churn, heart racing so hard its like it’s trying to tear from his chest. He swear he can feel the thing’s eyes on him in the dark, just at the edge of where the firelight can reach. Rage and terror boil inside him, his mind racing. Can he protect everyone here? Can he keep Leo safe? He doesn’t see a metal suit so maybe—

A hand presses on his shell and Mikey starts badly, nearly swinging his nunchaku up to hit whoever touched him.

Ignis doesn’t even flinch at Mikey’s aborted movement, just keeps a calm expression, patient as he looks out into the dark, “A mindflayer. Rather nasty foe and one I would not recommend facing alone.” He turns back to Mikey, keeping a steady hand on the curve of Mikey’s shell, “It’s quite all right, Michelangelo, daemons cannot come near Havens. As I said, they are warded against evil. For one to spawn so close is unusual, but it won’t be able to get any closer. There, see,” Ignis nods his head as indication, “It’s already drifting away.”

Mikey glances from Ignis back to the thing that had crawled into existence—the mindflayer. It’s no longer facing them, already disappearing into the shadows of the trees and fading out of sight. Mikey tries to steady his shaking breath and lets his arms fall to his sides, ends of his weapons knocking against his legs.

They’re safe here. They’re really, actually safe.

[rixareth]

Fanfiction meme

@doreyg tagged me to answer these fanfiction questions; thank you so much!

How many works do you have on ao3?

On my main account, Riona, it’s 234. I also have 130 works across two pseuds on my secondary account, rionaleonhart (for older works and ficlets), so in total I’ve posted 364 works to AO3.

What’s your total word count?

My combined total on AO3 is 1,136,030 words. If I look at the documents in which I keep all my writing archived, it’s slightly higher – 1,266,834 words – because I haven’t posted everything I’ve ever written to AO3.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My most popular fic, by a long way, is And Again (Danganronpa, Naegi is caught in a time loop, 7,227 kudos). This was the first fic I ever posted to AO3, and I was startled by the way it blew up! For a while I was slightly intimidated to post anything else in case I let everyone down.

The others in the top five: Life Imitates (FFXV, Noctis/Prompto, 5,566 kudos), Vessels (Deltarune, 2,635 kudos), Visitors (Assassin’s Creed/Sense8, 1,607 kudos) and Memory Error (Doki Doki Literature Club!, 1,551 kudos). Most of these were an accident of timing: I happened to post just when the fandom was starting to get big. The exception is Visitors, which mainly picked up readers because it ended up expanding into a vast cowritten series.

Interesting to note that four of my top five fics are gen; I wasn’t expecting that!

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I used to be very bad at responding to comments, back in my Livejournal days – it was a struggle to think of what to say! – but nowadays I reply to every comment I get, unless they’re outright rude or I suspect that they’ve been left by a spambot. A nice comment can really make my day, so I always want to say thanks! Plus a lot of the things I write are a bit niche, so I’m always excited to have the opportunity to talk to other people in the same niche.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Probably New Game? (Until Dawn): Mike is caught in a time loop, endlessly trying to prevent his friends from dying, and there’s no way to get out.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Hmm! I tend to prefer hopeful endings to outright happy ones; it’s tough to think of an answer that feels right for this. I’ll just say Interweave (Lost, everyone/everyone), which ends with Jack accepting that he’s in love with pretty much everyone else on the island.

Do you write crossovers?

Not as many as I used to, but I still really enjoy crossing things over! I’ve only written one crossover this year (Always Believe, Death Note/Ace Attorney, Phoenix Wright defends Light in court), but in total I’ve written somewhere in the vicinity of fifty crossovers (including fusions).

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Fifteen years ago, I received a comment telling me ‘FUCK YOU. SERIOUSLY. YOU SHOULD FUCKING DIE’ on what I thought was a fairly innocuous Doctor Who/Silent Hill crossover. To this day I don’t know what my crime was.

I’ve had occasional negative comments since then, but that’s the only instance I can think of in which someone obviously just wanted to hurt me. A lot of people hated the concept of In Fainter Ink, my Last of Us Part II fic in which Ellie, Dina and Jesse navigate V-shaped polyamory, but most of the negative commenters were at least making some effort to engage with me in good faith. I still think it’s odd to read a polyamory fic and then tell the author you don’t want polyamory! But the commenters were nonetheless people who had genuine feelings about the story that they wanted to express, rather than just throwing hatred at me as a person.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I can’t write explicit sex at all! Most of my sex is fade-to-black. I do occasionally write ‘onscreen’ sex, but it tends to be very vague.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Three times that I know of! And Again, my Danganronpa time loop fic, was stolen twice; it was posted once to ffnet and once to Amino. Seems like a bad idea to steal my most popular fic; it meant that in both cases it was quickly recognised and people came to let me know!

My Doki Doki Literature Club! fic Memory Error was stolen, posted to Pastebin and shared with fans on some sort of 4chan-adjacent site. I didn’t bother taking any steps to get that one taken down; Pastebin seems such an impractical platform for pretending you wrote a fic that I could only shrug in bewilderment.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times, usually into Russian! I’m always thrilled and honoured when someone wants to translate something I’ve written.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A small handful of times! I don’t recommend attempting to cowrite with me, because my attention span is a disaster and I may lose focus before the project is finished, but I’ve cowritten fics here and there.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

I can’t say for certain whether Nate/Elena from Uncharted is my absolute favourite ship, but it’s always the pairing my mind goes to first when I’m asked about ships I like, so it’s definitely a strong contender. They’ve got such good chemistry!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

There are a lot! In particular, I’ve got a thousand words of a Kingdom Hearts/Neon Genesis Evangelion crossover in which Axel, Roxas and Xion are EVA pilots; I still like the idea, but I don’t think I’m ever actually going to get it done, particularly as I’ve forgotten everything about Evangelion by this point.

What are your writing strengths?

I tend to be good at dialogue, I think, and at pinning down what a particular character would do in a particular situation. I’m also strong on technical aspects such as spelling and punctuation.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with description and scene-setting; a lot of my scenes end up feeling like characters conversing in a void. I can’t plot things in advance, which means I’m terrible at writing anything long; it’s a lot easier to write on the fly with short one-shots. I find it very difficult to write a good opening; I’m more comfortable when writing endings.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Like many things, it can be done well or badly! It mainly depends on how it’s employed, and on the audience for your fic. If you include a lot of text that you don’t expect the audience to be able to read, it might become distracting or frustrating.

Basically, if someone asks the protagonist of your Spanish fic a question in German, and the protagonist doesn’t understand German, it makes sense to write the line in German. If the German speaker then gets into a long conversation with the protagonist’s German-speaking friend, it might be better for the fic’s flow to gloss over the conversation and have the friend explain it to the protagonist later, rather than writing the whole German conversation out word-for-word.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Pokémon! When I was twelve, I wrote a fic about Definitely Not Me going on a Pokémon journey with Definitely Not My Friends and Family. There was a subplot in which Team Rocket were abducting people and turning them into furries.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is the latest canon to consume my mind. I’m working on a fic about Andrew and Ashley’s time imprisoned in their home together, so I hope to get that finished before long!

What's your favourite fic you've written?

I’ve written a lot; it’s hard to narrow it down! I don’t want to spend hours overthinking this, so I’ll go with the first fic that comes to mind: Shackles. It’s a Death Note fic about Light and L being incredibly toxic soulmates, and I had a lot of fun with it.

[cl0udstrifefr]

FFXV Fic Recommendations

Hello! I thought I’d share some of my favorite fics from my most favorite game. Will update with more when I read more. Thank you!

Set Thy Hidden Stars On Fire by MYuzuki (16k words)

This time, when Prompto wakes up to start a new loop, it’s raining.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a cause for concern (or even a blip on his radar, really) but this time he wakes up outside for some reason, which means he’s in the rain.

And as his luck would have it, it’s something of a downpour.

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If you love Prompto, you’ll love this fic. It’s relatively short, but managed to have me still think about it nearly a year after reading. MYuzuki is a great author!

Salvation by cassisluna (11k words)

Nyx Ulric lives and accompanies Lunafreya across Lucis to wake the six. Written for the 2021 FFXV Reverse Bang.

As she travels to wake Titan and Ramuh, Luna is grateful for the time given to her to see the land of Lucis with her own eyes and feet.

Nyx promised the King that he would see Princess Lunafreya to Altissia, and it seems easy enough—until he learns the Oracle's price for forging the covenants. After that, it's just a matter of... maybe going off-route for a while to let the princess sight-see for a bit.

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I love anything that expands upon Lunafreya’s character or Kingsglaive. This fic did not disappoint with that at all.

Worth The Risk by Asidian (6k words)

It's captivating. Prompto's probably going to have thirty-eight photos of it for them to relive the experience, in vivid detail, later on.

But Prompto's not taking pictures anymore, Noct realizes. The camera's stopped.

And when Noctis looks over to see what the matter is, Prompto's just staring through the view-finder, head angled up. He's gone absolutely sheet-white – looks like he might pass out. He says, "Noct," very softly, like it's a plea.

Then the world explodes, and something slams into Noctis with the force of a subway train, and everything goes dark.

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I adore Asidian’s writing, especially for Prompto. This, and any of their other fics you should absolutely check out!

Honor Bound by The_Asset6 (125k words)

It’s still hard for Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto to believe that Noctis has been gone for a year. However, when an old ally appears to tell them that what is gone might not be lost after all, that spark of hope they kept alive during their ten years apart is rekindled. Their only question: what will they have to sacrifice this time in order to bring their brother back alive?

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This fic focuses more on the bros rather than Noctis himself, and it was really nice to see from their POV how far they’d go to get Noct back. A longer read but didn’t drag, great fic!

Somnus Ultima by The_Asset6 (349k words)

King Regis and Queen Aulea’s desire for a child has finally been fulfilled, as well as their kingdom’s need for an heir to the throne. However, when a dark mage with a vendetta against Lucis blesses the young prince with a deadly curse, they realize that no sacrifice is too much when it comes to someone you love.

But too much, it turns out, is never enough.

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A sleeping beauty AU! I won’t lie, this one is long, but it’s so worth it. I don’t typically like AU fics, preferring canon-compliant work, but I gave this one a chance and didn’t regret it. The author made great use of the characters and created a lengthy but not hard to read story that was very enjoyable.

Reliance, Resolve by Gnine (13k words)

"Where are you?"

Noct. Voice controlled, each word precise and even. In other words, pissed off to the point of seething. Prompto had obviously screwed up. Again. Seemed about all he was capable of doing lately when it came to Noct—and just about everything else.

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Prompto's self-reliant streak kicks into overdrive, sending his life into a tailspin.

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A nice pre-game fic centered around Prompto, giving some insight to his and Noct’s relationship. Author tagged as pre-slash.

[raven-6-10]

@a-world-in-grey

Right, after some deep diving through FFXV wiki and some research into hereditary titles, inheritance laws and various historical and fictional courts, I think I have a general idea of what I want the Niflheimr court in general and the Aldercapt dynasty in particular to look like.

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Let's start with the inheritance laws.

I settled on agnatic-cognatic (male-preference) primogeniture i.e. the throne goes to the eldest son, then his brothers by order of age, then his eldest sister and so on. And since the Aldercapts don't have Bahamut artificially pruning the family tree to one child per generation in recent centuries, there are actually people related to the Emperor with a legitimate claim to the throne.

(Side-note: some pruning is still happening as a result of children competing for the throne. Iedolas' brothers and one sister had died before he even came to the throne.)

The issue here is that Iedolas is an ambitious man - even if he's not obsessed with reviving Solheim (at the moment) - and wants to leave a legacy. Which means he wants his heir to be his child/grandchild.

You raised a valid point about Iedolas having children before that point. Which. Uhmm. Canon doesn't exactly help here. The only thing we know for certain is that he had at least one son (b. 720 ME) who died at the earliest in 748 ME (because that's the birth year for Solara Antiquum) but was definitely dead when the game kicked off in 756 ME. Considering Iedolas is from Mors' generation that's kind of late to have your first child.

So!

I'm gonna make an executive decision here.

Iedolas did have children before that with his wife. Specifically two sons and a daughter. Possibly some grandchildren even. However they all died due to combination of illnesses, accidents and deliberate action. At that point he tried for another child with his wife, which canonically ended up with her death from childbirth complications within a year. In this au, the son in question was born early - resulting in underdeveloped lungs plus host of other health issues - and died as a young teenager due to pneumonia.

Hence, the order for Besithia to create an heir for him.

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Situation at the Imperial court is surprisingly stable at the moment.

Just because the Emperor has no children doesn't mean he has no heirs*. The current heir presumptive is his younger sister but since she's rather elderly, the throne is actually probably going to be inherited by his great-niece. The woman in question is from a high-ranking house, married to a man from similarly titled house, has a range of useful political and military connections and a daughter of her own at the time of Prompto's birth.

(Iedolas had been planning to betroth Prompto to his great-great-niece and name the mother a regent just in case he dies before his son is an adult.)

So most of the politicking is currently about getting into the good graces of the imperial heiress and discrediting the rivals. The most opposition is from warmongers (Ulldor) as she's much less militant than the current emperor, so will likely focus on consolidating the imperial gains in Tenebrae and addressing social issues instead of continuing the conquest.

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As for where that would leave Prompto (or whatever Iedolas would rename him)?

I'm headcanoning that Niflheimr royals don't introduce their kids to public until they are at least 10. Before that there might be rumours, especially if the Empress is obviously pregnant, but nobody will confirm anything outright.

There's a bunch of historical reasons behind that, but mostly it's very useful if you need to, erm, adjust the family tree.

And right now it means that Aldercapt still has time to get his kid back instead of writing him off as a lost cause and trying again or just formally declaring a new heir from among his relatives. Because nobody will bat an eyelash on the boy not being seen before his formal introduction.

If the Nifs actually recover him, he will be raised in a secluded estate on the outskirts of Gralea with staff being responsible for his upbringing and Iedolas visiting often to check on him.

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*I was inspired by the House Arryn. Somebody once joked that even if you are five generations removed from lordship, you can still end up being the Heir Arryn. A peasant sneezes in the Vale and they've lost half their house members.