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bitterkarmaa · 3 months ago

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*stands ominously in your doorway*

HELLO THERE! I have some prompts for KC and Solar Flare and/or Eclipse to offer if i may because i'm having brainworms from when you said KC would adopt Solar JGKIFLGH

44. “This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

69. “You don’t have to say anything, I’ll do the talking.”

71. “What did I do wrong!?”

(AGAIN i don't expect for all to be done or even any at all ahsfkfd just one if you feel up to it! Since i couldn't decide which prompt to choose so i'm leaving it to you gjdfkh)

I’m getting back into these I prommy 💔

“What did I do WRONG?!”

-KillCode, Eclipse, & Solar Flare-

The hallway seemed longer than usual. His footsteps echoed throughout the corridor in an almost haunting fashion, but it did little to deter him from his objective.

Moon had mentioned that things were going missing in the theater, and Eclipse was getting tired of convincing him, time and time again, that Blood Moon had nothing to do with it.

Besides, he needed to check in with him after…

He shakes his head so hard it rattles his sight, forcing him to blink a few times to clear it. He can’t think like that right now. It’ll distract him. Besides, Kill Code had to practically shove Eclipse out of the room after a day of his hovering, so surely he must’ve been fine if he had the strength to do such a thing.

But what if something has happened since I was last here?

Eclipse would never admit that he speeds up his pace after that thought, that his strides become longer and more pronounced. The jog to the door takes him little more than a few minutes with his increased pace, claws coming out to grasp the handle before he pauses.

He can hear talking coming from inside the room. He strains his audio receptors, trying to make out any words through the surface of the door.

He catches little more than the tone with which the voices speak in, calm and almost warm in nature. He hesitates far longer than he intends to, listening attentively to those voices mingling together in the room beyond.

One is Kill Code.

The other isn’t.

His claws close around the handle, shoving the door open with much more force than necessary. It crashes back against the wall with a SLAM that startles Kill Code and-

Eclipse narrows his eyes. Who the hell is that?

It looks like a fucking hedgehog.

Round marigold eyes stare back at him, curiosity clear on its face despite the fact that its mouth is held in a seemingly permanent grin, sectioned off by bars like a jail cell. Orange and yellow spikes of various shades protrude from its head, giving it the appearance of a cartoon character after a particularly intense gust of wind.

It stands just slightly shorter than Eclipse does, maybe half the height of Kill Code. Eclipse looks it up and down multiple times, studying it closely.

He’s so surprised by its close proximity to his father that he doesn’t immediately notice what is clutched in its hands, but when he does register it…

A stuffed animal. A grey stuffed animal with worn fabric and rough fur, carefully stitched together in places. A cute little black plastic nose, turned at an odd angle, haphazardly attached to its face as if having previously fallen off.

A single brown eye, clouded with age.

Eclipse lets out a rabid, guttural snarl.

“How dare you touch him-“

The scarred animatronic surges forwards with the ferocity of a wild animal, a crazed glint gleaming from the depths of his single functioning eye.

The smaller animatronic-hedgehog-thing makes no move to back away or beg for mercy Eclipse is surely not willing to give, instead standing with its head tilted slightly to the side, watching him approach in a calm manner.

But, before Eclipse can reach the intruder, Kill Code blocks his path. It narrows its eyes into glowing red slits, glaring down at its fuming son.

“Are you crazy?!” Eclipse hisses, one of his hands bolting out, grabbing hold of Kill Code’s arm, pulling him closer. The larger animatronic watches Eclipse carefully, but makes no attempt to pull away.

“Solar Flare will do no harm. Not to me, not to you, and not to your precious little wolf.” It quips, tone deadpan, borderline apathy dripping from its voice box.

“Fucking who?” Eclipse grits out through clenched teeth, his grip on his father’s arm tightening. Something wild and dangerous writhes in the depths of his gaze - a caged animal fighting tooth and claw to escape its prison.

Kill Code has seen it before. It doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

“Solar Flare.” It repeats, finally prying its arm free from Eclipse’s claws.

“That doesn’t explain much! Why is it here? What is it doing with Mr. Howls? Why was I not informed that Mr. Howls was here the entire time? Where the hell have you been hiding him?” The scarred black and amber animatronic starts firing off questions, earning a slightly disgruntled look from the beast that towers before him.

“Calm down. Your anger will not serve you well here.”

“You’re one to talk!” Eclipse fires back, taking a step closer to his father, if only to try and get past him. His attempt is thwarted by Kill Code shoving him back with a single hand.

“Stop. I mean it, Eclipse.” A warning hangs behind Kill Code’s carefully measured tone, leaning down to look his son directly in the eye. “Just as you once needed guidance, Solar Flare does, too. It’s unfair to judge before you truly know who they are.”

For a moment, all Eclipse’s anger dissolves into a sense of complete and utter disbelief. His gaze is lost, searching his father’s eyes for anything that may deny the conclusion Eclipse is slowly coming to.

His eye flits over to this ‘Solar Flare,’ those slender claws still curled so confidently around Eclipse’s old friend. It continues to look on quietly, unwilling to interrupt or stand up for itself in any way, shape, or form.

A coward. This thing is a coward.

Eclipse’s stare trails back to Kill Code’s unrelenting glare. Something is there, something in his eyes that Eclipse feels belongs to him, something that shouldn’t be felt for anyone else.

Protectiveness.

Kill Code is protective of that thing?

“Guidance? You…you’re guiding that thing?” Eclipse asks incredulously, a guarded edge to his voice.

“In a sense. The same way I guided you.” Kill Code confirms cautiously.

The fury comes back full force. “You mean the same way you raised me?”

He’s shaking now. His hands are curled into fists, white light glowing beneath his chassis. Cracks arc through his body, crawling up his neck, twisting down his arms.

Kill Code straightens himself out, letting out a calm hum. “I would suppose so. Is that a problem?”

Just saying ‘yes’ wouldn’t have been enough to portray the livid expression on Eclipse’s face. There was no word that could match his wrath.

“I never expected an act of betrayal from you.” Eclipse’s blind eye flickers to life, glowing a hazy marigold, slowly fading to a sharp, vibrant white. “Perhaps I should have.”

Am I so easily replaceable?

Kill Code watches him closely, noticing the changes to his appearance almost as quickly as they come.

He knows the Star’s influence when he sees it. It’s frighteningly hard to miss.

“I believe you’re misinterpreting this…” The former security bot begins with slight hesitance, taking a step back as his son, in turn, advances.

“No. No, I’m reading this loud and clear.” Eclipse’s voice twists, darkening even as The Star’s whispers brighten each mark it creates. He feels it whirring in his chest, warning him to stop, to back down, but he’s too lost to listen.

“Eclipse, listen to me! Solar Flare is not a threat to you!” Kill Code shouts, taking on a defensive stance despite his words.

Even as a manic grin spreads across Eclipse’s face, tears unmistakably gather in his eyes. He stalks closer. A wild animal, lost in the hunt, just as he was time and time again in a life he promised to leave behind.

“Threat? Threat?! Ha! I could crush that thing like a bug if I pleased! I’m not worried about threats anymore, father.” A crazed voice controlling infinite power, white streaks of light dancing between his claws. Oil foams at his mouth, his body crumpling under the pressure.

But he feels nothing. Nothing but rage and despair.

Those words have become so familiar to him.

Kill Code lets out a heavy sigh, shaking its head as if at a loss for words.

“In fact, it seems more like a pest than anything else.” The tone is tainted with disgust, flicking a claw off to the side in a lazy manner for emphasis. “Taking up your space, taking up your time…I can fix that. I can solve this little pest problem of your’s.”

Kill Code seems startled by the offer, but his expression hardens into cold resolve not long after. Apathy anchors him down.

“They’re not a problem. You, currently, are.”

Eclipse takes another step. “What’s changed? That’s all I’ve ever been to you, right? A problem? A nuisance? A distraction?” With every syllable, he gets closer, closing the distance in a tauntingly slow fashion.

Kill Code’s mouth falls into a faint frown. “I’ve never given that implication before. You scavenged that on your own, boy.”

He doesn’t even realize how much damage he’s caused. He doesn’t care.

Suddenly, Eclipse wants to be new again. Wants to relive the moments he spent with Kill Code leaning over his shoulder, watching him work, training him behind the scenes to protect the children if it ever became necessary for him to do so on his own.

Wants to be loved, without room for doubt.

His claws come up, hooking loosely, feebly, into the front of his vest, over the place where his scar hides. It aches fiercely, even as the raw power surges freely through his body. It crawls like ants beneath his plating, tingling in uncomfortable ways, wearing him down wire by wire, component by component.

It eats him alive, only to return that life to him so that it can repeat the process all over again.

Kill Code reaches out a tentative hand to his son, watching him closely, listening to his rapid breaths, borderline hyperventilations. He knows he’s made the wrong move moments before Eclipse reacts.

Those marigold, white-tinted claws come up, burning through the fabric of Kill Code’s sleeve effortlessly, digging into his wrist. The metal melts beneath his grip, the soft sizzling of the wires within following not far behind.

Kill Code retaliates on instinct, swiping his good leg low enough to knock Eclipse’s feet out from under him. Once he is off balance, Kill Code wrenches his arm free of his grasp, allowing him to collide harshly with the ground.

A paw is placed over his chest, enough pressure applied to drive the breath out of Eclipse’s vents, some of his strength ebbing with it.

His father glares down at him in cold disappointment. “I was not around to witness the cruelty that rumors say you wrought, but I understand where it comes from. I know it better than anyone else ever will. I made mistakes with you, Eclipse. But that doesn’t mean your tendencies have become a stranger to me. I wish not to pass these on any further. You don’t have the right to stop me from trying again.”

Eclipse leans his head back against the floor, tears flooding his eyes, warping his sight. He’s cried more in front of Kill Code than anyone else he’s ever known.

Those tears were his father’s fault, after all, and it seems that pattern has no intent to stop.

“What’s so wrong with me, huh? What’s so bad that you feel the need for a do-over, a second chance, a fucking redemption?” Eclipse’s voice slowly raises until it has become a shout of anguish, his charged emotions only further fueling The Star’s influence.

“WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!”

A sharp ringing is the only warning. It raises in pitch until it becomes unbearable, then abruptly cuts off as a loud BOOM echoes throughout the room.

Kill Code is thrown like a ragdoll, tossed aside with such ease that it almost seems impossible.

But The Star makes things possible. Like chucking an 11 foot animatronic across a large cement room.

Kill Code hits the ground with a resounding crash, rolling a few times before coming to a stop, lying still and silent.

But Eclipse isn’t done. He staggers to unsteady feet and begins to lumber across the room. The side of his body that possesses The Star is scorched and melted. His metal plating is bent backwards from the force of the blast, revealing smoking wires and sparking components.

He hovers over his father like a statue, oil slowly dripping to the floor at his feet.

He hadn’t intended to hurt him. He hadn’t intended to blow his arm off and melt it down to the endoskeleton, or completely shatter the casing around his shoulder.

His gaze slowly turns towards Solar Flare, of whom stands near the opposite wall with Mr. Howls still clutched in its hands.

“You…” Eclipse’s voice comes out as a distorted snarl, glitching and rattling. It cuts out at the end with the whine and crackle of a dying speaker, a few sparks flying from his voice box. The moment he begins stalking towards Solar Flare, the other animatronic, in turn, flees.

“I believe you are acting irrationally.” For the first time, it speaks, tone flat and unbearably standardized, as if those settings hadn’t yet been touched.

No matter. Eclipse doesn’t need its voice.

“I don’t care.” He says in equal measure, lifting his hand in a vague motion towards the door. The lock clicks and slides closed, deadbolt following suit.

“Oh no. You wish to harm me, don’t you?”

“No. I’m not going to harm you.” Eclipse watches the other bit skid to a stop, peering at him expectantly.

And he grins, reaching out towards it and closing his claws into a fist, a white crack crossing the floor faster than any being ever could. The crack seems to root itself in Solar Flare, dragging it closer to Eclipse as the deranged, broken and twisted animatronic makes a pulling motion with his hand. It struggles against invisible bonds, trying to free itself from his wrath.

But no one can fight The Star, and so, in turn, no one can fight him.

Marigold claws close around a surprisingly solid metal neck, that smile stretching, pupils nothing more than blazing pinpricks amongst an abyss of sadistic glee.

“I’m going to kill you.”

Then, with a strike as quick as the blink of an eye, the world goes dark.

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waylibee-analysis-firm · 1 year ago

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mustang theory (ch09)

guys im being so serious rn. im so scared to post this. but bee is being wonderfully supportive (as usual <3) and i am going to be. so very Brave. this may not be coherent, but...i hope it makes some sort of sense ok. anyways here is the theory for ch09:

mike and will leave the camp dance early bc of Bad Memories and/or they would rather just be making out (which is. fair)

(fearless lore is referenced throughout but also will be theorized/posted about separately)

this would be proven by the references to wish you were sober by conan gray (yes ik it’s not in relation to ch09 but. this part Could Happen at the end of ch08…just saying).

this specific theory is fueled by the weird eureka moment i had regarding this post. is this a reach? yes. do i fucking care? no.

they take mike’s car, despite will’s grumblings abt his stupid fucking mustang.

ch01 im staring. Directly at you. shut up. shut up. i hear what you’re saying and i just can’t listen right now okay. ch01 we’ll get back to you i prommy

“Also, God forbid I have to leave the grounds in Mike Wheeler’s stupid fucking Mustang more than once this summer," he adds, nearly spitting. (ch01)

need i say more.

also this would totally be building more on their trust....plus probably some references from follow the sparks that i don't know off the top of my head

also could have been foreshadowed by ch02…when will refused to get into mike’s stupid. fucking. mustang. just saying….

ch02 is also biggest fearless lore references we have that i can think of but that is for another time

“Don’t tell me you’re driving that thing,” Will scoffs, eyeing Mike’s car in trepidation, eyes sweeping along the length of the racing stripes. (ch02)

...forcing Will to declare a lesser of two evils: throwing dignity to the wind and accepting a ride in the Mustang — the undeserving bane of Will’s existence...(ch02)

CAR EMOJI !!!!

this chapter is “thea’s baby”. well thea is also the resident car expert.

im literally so funny for this sorry not sorry im cracking myself up ->

either something happens between them and they end up pulled over OR something happens to the stupid fucking mustang

THIS could be that one post thea made…which could have been totally innocent OR it could have been COMPLETELY SINISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OUT TO GET US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! putting on my tinfoil hat

smth happens between them...backseat driver will (mentioned in ch02) as well as the stupid. FUCKING how to drive manual that's been driving me INSANE the past couple of days (found here.)

side note: thea i love you but you are driving me Bonkers (mwah <3)

alternative to the above point is that mike pulls over to 1) make out with will (again. which is again. fair.) 2) chat with will about what they Are

option 2) would require some sort of shift in their relationship/situationship beforehand…im thinking this could mean you know that i caught it could take place BEFORE or DURING ch9… this could be the They Know motif coming to a head (meaning everybody. they Know for real this time. and now mike’s confused about it. “what are we?” talk from ch05 but times a million)

“save me ‘till the party’s over/kiss me in the seat of your rover”

^^ regarding this. i wrote all of this before i rediscovered that wish u were sober has nothing to do with ch09 (supposedly). im just too lazy to change it bear with me please.

will gets mad at mike for some reason?

if the original point made (something happens to the stupid fucking mustang) ends up happening, this could be will’s breaking point bc he’s overwhelmed and panicked and stuff is happening too fast for him

ch09 is a will pov chapter.

also frustrated crier (some ask about ch04 that i need to find to link before this gets posted)…just saying.

will gets mad at mike continued and reverts back to his I Need to Hurt You phase bc it’s safe and he doesn’t know how to handle the UNDOUBTEDLY romantic feelings n thoughts he’s having about mike…

he’s scared of getting hurt again like he was with derek and he’s scared of the unfamiliar territory that comes with being nice to mike/having mike be nice in return

This type of gentleness is certainly a facet of Will that Mike has known, having seen it more than a handful of times over the years, but it’s not quite one he’s accustomed to. (ch06)

this ^^ goes both ways i assume...there's gotta be evidence abt it in a will pov chapter but i am. exhausted.

he lashes out at mike that they aren’t anything, they’re just a casual fwb situationship, etc.

wow would you look at that…this is paralleling the fearless lore theory…

cue "straight up" by paula abdul for mike pov (i've been a fool before/wouldn't like to get my love caught in the slammin' door/how about some information, please? // straight up now tell me/do you really want to love me forever oh, oh, oh/or am I caught in a hit-and-run?/straight up now tell me/is it gonna be you and me together oh, oh, oh/or are you just having fun?)

“Hit-and-run” CAR IMAGERY ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

"straight up" by paula abdul is on mike's driving playlist and i've been going insane about it since i saw it. btw. i love this song.

mike's unsure abt what they Are/what will is thinking so he reverts to the childish fighting thing too...pushing will's buttons is second nature for him by this point...evidence for this in a mike pov i will find later prommy

this is also wish you were sober coded “trip down the road, walking you home/you kiss me at your door/pullin’ me close, beg me ‘stay over’/but im over this roller coaster/imma crawl out of the window now/gotten good at saying ‘gotta bounce’/honestly you always let me down/and i know we’re not just hanging out”

first half here. could be about how mike is begging will for a relationship. but will is “over the rollercoaster” and the push and pull of their friendship to rivalry to fwb situation.

second half here. will’s metaphorically leaving mike (crawling out the window). he’s “gotten good at saying ‘gotta bounce’” bc he’s done this to mike Before when they kissed when they were thirteen…i Think (fearless lore theory). “honestly you always let me down” could be a reference to. will being angry with mike for not just being happy with their fwb, even though he wants more too? “i know we’re not just hanging out” come ON this is will saying he KNOWS THEY CANT JUST BE CASUAL. HE LITERALLY SAYS THIS IN CH05 I BELIEVE. OR MIKE DOES IN CH06. THEY CAN’T BE ANYTHING BUT EACH OTHERS EVERYTHING.

^^ literally kill me now i can't believe none of this is related. curling up into a little ball and sobbing.

this would be the beginning of the Angst that’s a 3-4 on a scale of 10 bc we know they're both idiots just miscommunicating But. hey.

so that's uh. that's the outline of the Theory we currently have...it's our most fleshed out one rn fs but there are a few Others that were referenced here that we need some more information on...

anyways. thanks for being insane with us. <3

#/theory #/mustang theory (ch09)#god help me. i did this All.#collapses #also girldummy if u see this...was gonna post my ch06 comment in ao3 tn but i am So Tired so you will prob be seeing me there sometime #this week <3 if thats ok #ps. if anybody finds anything off about this that i didnt already point out. please feel free to share.#i dont care if im wrong im just having fun But. this is just a working theory...and if we can find more evidence for it or #we change it completely bc smth else works better #that's okay too! that's what this blog is for :)#ok done now #🫧

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starrook · 1 year ago

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character deep dive

NAME: alcryst

BODY

height: 5’7/171cm

strength ★★★★☆ (strong, but not build like a brick shithouse so he’d give himself a 2)

dexterity ★★★★★ (what that +3 to dex cap do king. suited to delicate tasks!)

health ★★★★☆ (was never a sickly child and has a great immune system)

energy ★★★★☆ (bundle of nervous energy most of the time, always alert. around friends though he is a lot more calm and self-assured.)

beauty ★★★☆☆ (in the eye of the beholder. personally i think he’s cute but in a rat sort of way. alcryst would rate himself a 0/5. realistically he’s probably average.)

style ★★☆☆☆ (doesn’t have much personal style as he’s stuck with diamant’s hand-me-downs most of the time. he’s exploring that with the different colors and hair clips and boots, but still doesn’t care too much about fashion.)

hygiene ★★★★☆ (has a haircare routine, if alcryst skips out on it it fucks his whole day up, he won’t feel like himself without it).

SKILLS

perception ★★★★★ (noticeably observant of other people’s actions and habits and tries to anticipate their needs, ex. offering celine tea that helps her sleep, knowing that citrinne trains at night and lapis sends money to her family.

communication ★★★★☆ (when he’s not being alcrysty he’s very well-spoken and gets his point across well. he always speaks his mind for better or worse)

persuasion ★★☆☆☆ (scores low mainly due to the initial impressions he usually makes. i’d like to think that people who really get to meet and know alcryst are more readily swayed by him, but that’s not everyone)

mediation ★☆☆☆☆ (prince alcryst “allies? with ivy? fuck no” of brodia has a hard time staying objective and generally picks sides. It’s one of his weaknesses vs it being more of a strength for diamant)

literacy ★★★★★ (likes philosophy books? get him away from me)

creativity ★★★☆☆ (he’s come up with a lot of creative ways to put himself down haha. sometimes i think about that line from his boucheron support that goes like “NO we can’t go from 100 to ten, that’ll exclude one of the zeroes. i feel sorry for that poor zero, cut out because of a weakling like me” like christ man, bars)

cooking ★★★★☆ (he’s always tasting his food while he cooks so that it doesn’t turn out to be dogshit, so alcryst’s food usually turns out tasty. he’d be good at one of those palette testing games from hell’s kitchen where you guess the food just by taste and texture.)

combat ★★★★☆ (he’s alive right? that counts for something. alcryst pulls his weight)

survival ★★★★☆ (i think alcryst would know enough to survive in the wilderness for a while)

stealth ★★★☆☆ (has startled people by being too quiet when he approaches them)

street smarts ★☆☆☆☆ (has only ever known life as a prince and grew up fairly sheltered)

seduction ☆☆☆☆☆ (LMAOOOOOOO)

luck ★★☆☆ (not the -1 modifier…)

handling animals ★★★★★ (confused a wolf out of attacking him and then made friends with it… that’s talent)

pacifying children ★☆☆☆☆ (does not know how)

MIND

intelligence ★★★★☆ (i can’t remember how the fandom hc of alcryst being good at complicated math started but he’s smart prommy)

happiness ★☆☆☆☆ (TOUGH TO ANSWER. alcryst is still grieving his father and he’s going through a difficult time in his life)

spirituality ★★☆☆☆ (i dont know why i find it hard to see alcryst as religious. like i can’t see him praying to the divine dragons.)

confidence ★★☆☆☆ (he’s gotten a little bit better!)

humor ★☆☆☆☆ (doesn’t always recognize jokes for what they are and is bad at telling his own)

anxiety ★★★★★ (naturally anxious)

patience ★★★☆☆ (no patience for himself)

passion ★★★★☆ (feels very strongly about everything)

nice ☆★☆☆☆ mean

brave ☆★☆☆☆ cowardly

pacifist ☆☆☆★☆ violent

thoughtful ☆☆☆★☆ impulsive

agreeable ☆☆★☆☆ contrary

idealistic ☆☆☆★☆ pragmatic

frugal ★☆☆☆☆ big spender

extrovert ☆★☆☆☆ introvert

collected ☆★☆☆☆ wild

ambitious / possessive / stubborn / jealous / decisive / perfectionist

SOCIAL

charisma ★★☆☆☆ (questionable rizz)

empathy ★★★★☆ (cares for other people more than himself)

generosity ★★★★☆ (5 stars reserved for citrinne)

wealth ★★★★☆ (prince of brodia, enough said…)

honest ★☆☆☆☆ deceptive (not very good at lying)

leader ☆☆☆★☆ follower (born follower, always a follower)

polite ☆☆★☆☆ rude (has been on both ends of the spectrum tbh)

political ★☆☆☆☆ indifferent (prince of brodia, he always has an opinion)

BELIEFS

higher power ★★★★★ (they a fuckin dick tho for bringing sombron and the hounds back from the dead but not his dad)

fate/destiny ★☆☆☆☆ (i think it would be the brodian mindset)

magic ★★★★★ (see higher power)

soulmates ★☆☆☆☆ (can’t imagine himself having one)

good and evil ★★★★☆

luck ★★★★☆

PRIORITIES

family ★★★★★

friends ★★★★★

love ★☆☆☆☆ (is not holding out for love of his own because he doesnt know if he’ll need to marry for political purposes… but it would be nice)

home ★★★★☆

health ★☆☆☆☆

praise ★★★☆☆

justice ★★★☆☆ (not out for revenge)

truth ★★★★☆

power ★★★★☆ (getting strong 4 brodia)

fame ☆☆☆☆☆

wealth ★★★☆☆ (brodia’s wealth not personal)

others' opinions ★★★★☆

#headcanon #you can tell exactly where i started losing steam

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half-of-the-story · 2 days ago

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if by some miracle the ao3 author in question goes on my blog after seeing my follow: very sorry. i havent updated this thing since i was 16. please find my cooler side blog that has the same name as my ao3 handle too... please im not 16 anymore i prommy

finding the tumblr of an author whos WIP u are obsessed with only to discover they havent used it in 3+ years for the vile bird app is so devastating........................... rest in peace blog. i will continue to be obnoxious in your fic comments regardless

#every time i remember what my blog looks like. i do cringe severely #but at this point i think the blog deserves to remain unchanged #a time capsule if u will #to keep me humble #of how fucking annoying i was as a teenager!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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glowinggator · 4 years ago

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Domestic Headcanons

Summary: Domestic headcanons with everyone’s favorite ogre! (Oni?)

Pairing: Loathsome Leonard/Reader (Established Relationship)

Content Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1142

[A/N: I can’t fucking believe I wrote 1k words for a single character headcanon. girl i don’t even simp for him what the fuck. and i wanted to write even MORE but it was getting too long. leonard simps this one’s for you <3]

Danny’s Here // Mickey’s Here

When you’re such a well-known, prolific criminal - especially in his specific line of work - it’s hard to really settle down into a domestic life. He wants to, he really does. But when the cops are constantly on your tail, moving around is simply a fact of life. And crime has always been a part of his life: it’s not something he can just drop and move on from. But he tries his best to make each place feel a little bit less like a safehouse and more like a home. And at the end of the day, home truly is with the people you love. Nothing can replace that. Although he does dream of defecting from Mama’s rule, taking the money for you guys and the rest of the crew and finding the dream life, it isn’t exactly feasible. He knows she’d catch onto his plan, likely before he even initiated it. But he can dream, right? Maybe someday he’ll save up enough of his earnings to find a little home for you two.

If you have a home top-side though… ecstatic doesn’t even begin to describe it. He’s not real obvious about it, of course, but you can tell that he’s happy to finally have a place that he can feel safe in. And better yet, it’s with you.

He’s a very good mechanic. Pretty good handyman in general, actually! You’ll never have to call the repair guy again. He almost never uses a measuring tape, but fortunately he’s damn good at eyeballing shit.

Gets kind of freaked out if you guys don’t have a garage? He’s a little paranoid about it, especially because he does NOT want his bike stolen. He’ll start pawning stuff he finds in the Hidden City to afford a garage if he has to, honestly. Fortunately, that ALSO means you guys can start piling stuff in there. Free hangout spot.

He spends at least an hour on his hair most mornings. He uses clay instead of gel, so it usually takes less time on the second day. He’ll still mess with it throughout the day, though. He’s got an image to keep up, babe!

Never wears his cloaking necklace in the house. You’re waiting for the day that the FBI or Scotland Yard or something fucking break into your house for hiding a demon.

In another life, he could have worked as a chef, no joke. He can make pretty much anything, honestly. He’s not one to follow recipes to the T, but that’s what makes his food so good. And his barbeque is the best!! If you guys are top-side, it’s really funny to look out the window and see him cooking because you never fucking recognize him. It’s weird seeing him in… not yokai form. If you’re not, though? Fuck yeah, brother.

He hates soybeans so much, it’s unreal. Like, he’d rather die than eat them. He has no other reasoning than “they suck.” Sorry if you like tofu, but he’s not gonna touch that shit with a 30 foot pole.

His voice is very rumbly in the morning, it’s nice.

Local plant killer. He’ll find a way to kill a cactus without even trying. Very impressed if you have a green thumb, though.

He likes to order out a lot. If he finds something he likes he tends to stick with it, but he’s not opposed to trying new places. He’s not picky, but he does like to give you shit <3

He sucks at decorating. Like, he has no eye for it at all.

Always the first to put away the dishes! He’s very fast at it as well.

He’s really good about making coffee at night, or when he wakes up in the morning. If you’re not awake yet, he’ll always make your drink of choice just before you wake up. He’s good about that sort of thing. Also, he likes to pretend that he drinks his coffee black, but he actually pours a fuck ton of maple syrup in it when nobody’s looking. In the same vein, he takes his tea black. If anything, he’ll add a bit of milk to it, but that’s rare. He likes spiced teas the most, but he’s not insanely picky. Hates chamomile, though.

There’s a lot of temporary shelters that you guys hide out in the Hidden City when you’re unable to leave, and the heat gets too hot to handle, with a few semi-permanent places. His favorite hideout is a little farm way out in the countryside. If he had to choose a place to live forever, that would be his dream home. The trees out that way grow tall, with deep green trunks that reflect cobalt blue light at night. The megafauna roams freely, creatures the size of skyscrapers soaring slowly through the air, or sending rumbles through the ground with their colossal hooves in the late afternoon. And yet, they always go around the home. Magically warded, perhaps? Or are they intelligent enough to avoid a dwelling? Neither of you are sure, but he knows that he’d love to live his life here, with you. Something about it just feels right.

King of bonfires. It happens at least once every two weeks. The flames dance high, changing colors every few seconds. Something about the wood makes the flames dance and change hue, unlike the wood from your own world. It’s nothing new to him, but it’s absolutely magical to you. You two will happily spend the night out there, watching the flames dance and the megafauna roam. Your laughter echoes through the land, and you truly feel at home in this little cabin.

Yes, the guys absolutely come over often if you aren’t hiding out with them. Come on, they’re family.

He’s pretty good at Mortal Kombat! Expect game nights every now and then. Also he absolutely lost his mind over the new Mortal Kombat movie. No cap, he’d fuck Liu Kang. He’s very excited for the next movie, but tbh he hates Johnny Cage. Okay I’ll stop talking about mortal kombat now i prommy

He’s not super big into gaming, but he’s happy to watch you if you are. Little bit of a backseat gamer, but just kiss him. It’ll either keep him quiet or prompt more quips, but at least you get kisses.

He really wants a dog. He can’t exactly have one at the moment, but he’d really like one. He’s a fan of most kinds of dogs, but he’d like one that’s fairly strong. His ideal dog would be a Cane Corso!

Loves action movies and horror movies. Come on, have you seen his line of work?

Honestly, 10/10 husband. The life he leads isn’t one to lend itself to domesticity, but he’s never been one to take “no” for an answer. And he’s gonna do everything he can to make a life for the both of you, no matter what.

#rottmnt loathsome leonard #loathsome leonard x reader #rottmnt mud dogs x reader #mud dogs x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt imagine

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thatringboy · 3 years ago

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Xiaoven idol au? 👀 (no angst please ahah)

okay it may seem a tiny bit angsty at the beginning but i prommy it turns into kisses and cuteness as it goes on

We're Doing It Together

Warnings: Xiao being dumb as rocks and oblivious as hell to everything

Characters: Xiao, Venti

Ships: Xiaoven

Word Count: 1,774

Summary: Idol!Xiao finds out that his close friend Venti wants to join a new troupe after the two of them being solo for a while

The cold night air bit at the young man’s nose as he pulled his forest green hood down over his eyes. He could see his breath float away in the air as he sighed and checked his watch.

He’s late.

The sound of sneakers smacking the pavement got louder in his ears until someone ran up to him out of breath. “Xiao! I’m so sorry! Practice ran long and then Kaeya started an argument with Lisa and then--”

Xiao put a hand to silence him and returned his gaze to the frozen river under the bridge. “It’s fine. Must be nice to have a group like that.”

The new arrival laughed lightly and nudged him. “You make it sound like I’m on stage preforming with them!”

“It’s not like Jean won’t let you.”

He put his hands behind his head, his teal braids blowing gently in the wind. “Eh, my time has come and gone for this business.”

Xiao glared at him. “You make us sound old!”

It was true, the two young men no longer preformed with their original groups. Xiao’s group “Yaksha 5” had disbanded as the other four members all left the idol business and his new band “Adepti” only met once a month to write songs. No more live performances. The other young man, Venti, used to preform under the stagename “Barbatos” with the famous idol group “Celestia”, but he and the other remaining senior member - a tall man who went by the stagename “Morax” - had left a while ago. Now, Morax went by Zhongli and occasionally wrote songs with Adepti while Venti became a choreographer with a popular rookie troupe named “Favonius”.

The two stood there in silence watching the lights of streetlamps dance off of falling snowflakes before them. Venti tucked his hands into his jacket pockets and sighed. “I got an offer from a new group of guys who want me on stage with them. They say they want me on soprano.”

Xiao gave him a sideways look. “And? I thought you swore off preforming or something when you left Celestia.”

Venti balled his hands into fists inside his pocket and didn’t meet his eyes. “I think… I met the center of this group; he’s a really nice guy. They’ve got a manager already and apparently have done some music with Jean. She’s the one who got me in contact with them.”

“So you’re gonna join them?” His voice sounded distant, lonely. There weren’t many solo performers in the idol world. Xiao and Venti had been riding their residual fame from their past groups for years and hadn’t really signed contracts with a single troupe from how sourly they left their past groups. Xiao thought they were special in that way… but Venti was the one still getting new offers for shows while Xiao had to almost beg to be an opening.

Venti looked him in the eyes. “I haven’t agreed to yet.”

“Really?” Xiao scoffed. “And here I thought you would be all over the chance to start a new group.”

The shorter man squinted his eyes. “I told them I’m only joining up if my conditions are met!”

Xiao’s eyebrows shot up. “You have standards?”

“Of course! And very high ones at that!” Venti pouted. “How else do you think I put up with you?”

Xiao felt warm in the face at that remark, he only prayed that the darkness of the night hid this from Venti.

Suddenly, Venti’s volume dropped to a whisper and he began to fidget with his fingers. “My conditions were that you had to join the group as well. They want to call the group ‘4NEMO’ and they were still searching for a fourth guy so I figured…”

He trailed off as he caught Xiao staring at him with a bewildered expression. Venti began to panic. Did he just hurt Xiao’s pride? He knew that the taller man didn’t like to accept help from others, but for some reason he thought this time would be different.

Venti was yanked from his thoughts as Xiao closed the distance between them and engulfed him in a hug. “My my, what a sudden show of affection!”

Xiao had did it to keep Venti from seeing the red on his cheek. Truth be told, he was deeply touched by Venti turning down a chance to play more shows if he couldn’t be by his side, but he was too inexperienced at returning kindness. A hug seemed to suffice, right?

“Thank you, Venti, that means the world to me.”

“Does it really?” The words spilled from his mouth before he even finished thinking them. He didn’t want Xiao to agree to something as serious as starting a new idol group with strangers just to appease him.

Xiao pulled away just to lean down and press the softest of kisses to Venti’s lips. The shorter of the two thought his heart was going to explode. Sure, the two had danced around each other for as long as they knew each other and Venti would have been a fool to not notice Xiao’s attractiveness during that time. But they had never been more than friends-who-flirt-with-each-other.

The taller pulled away with a red face as he searched Venti’s eyes. “Does that convince you?”

Venti nodded briskly, his brain not exactly processing what had just happened. It seemed Xiao’s brain was only just then catching up to his actions because he suddenly stepped back and covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes widening to a horrified expression.

“I didn’t--I mean--I--Sorry!” He blurted out from behind his hands.

Venti touched his own lips and blinked a few times before thinking of what to say. “So you really want to be in a group with me, huh?”

Xiao pulled his hands down and while his face was contorted into a snarl, his cheeks still burned red. “And? So what?! Don’t let it go to your head, I just need the money!”

The shorter man giggled and grabbed Xiao’s hand, lacing their fingers together without any resistance. “Sure, whatever you say~”

Despite his harsh tone, Xiao pressed the side of his body next to Venti’s to b closer to him. “So, who are the guys in this group?”

Venti hummed. “Well, the center is this blonde guy named Aether who’s new in town. I heard he’s done some work for Favonius in the past and that he’s friends with the girls in Qixing. The other guy is named Kazuha. He ran with Beidou’s crew for a bit to get away from the whole Tenryou Doxxing drama and now he’s teaming up with Aether to form 4NEMO. I think the manager is Sucrose. You know, Albedo’s manager? She’s picking up the job for this group too.”

“Hmm, impressive. Sounds like a good group. I think I’ll like it.” Xiao looked out to the distance.

Venti beamed. “Wait, you mean it?”

Xiao felt himself turning red again. “Ah, yeah, sure. I know Aether, we did so collab work once, I trust him.”

Venti reached up and poked his cheek. “And because you’ll be dancing with me?”

Xiao grabbed his hand and leaned down again. “I wouldn’t mind getting back into the idol drama if you were by my side. Maybe I just want you.”

The shorter man went red in the face and tried to laugh that last statement off. “Wow, that’s some confession, huh? It’s a good thing I feel the same way, otherwise I’d tease you to death over this.”

Xiao let go and his face dropped into a shocked expression. “You’re serious? You feel the same?”

Venti laughed out loud, hugging his sides. “Yes, dummy! Otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered with all of this! I thought all of that was clear when you kissed me! Gods you are slow!”

Xiao frowned and crossed him arms. “I was just… you’re very hard to read!”

Venti stopped laughing and grabbed the sides of Xiao’s hood, pulling him down to eye level. “And you are like an open book. It’s funny to watch you, Xiao. You can be very suave and smooth with your words, but other times you get all flustered and you close up. It’s cute!”

“I’m not cute.” He didn’t pull away, just adverted his eyes.

Venti made a disagreeing noise and closed the distance between them. This time the kiss was softer, smoother and had much more passion behind it. Venti made a happy noise when he felt Xiao wrap his arms around his back and moved to place his own arms around Xiao’s neck.

Xiao found himself sinking more and more into Venti’s embrace. The taste of cheap wine on his breath, the way his mouth molded to hold him and the way his hands gently caressed the back of his head was all too much for him to handle. His anxieties melted away as he pulled Venti’s smaller frame flush against his own. For just how long had he been waiting to do this? Ever since they met, Venti had always been flirty and open about his emotions, but Xiao had quickly deduced that it was all a mask he put on to keep himself from being hurt by those around him. Xiao was similar in that sense, always acting aloof and angry to keep people from getting too close to him. But when he was with Venti… none of that mattered. When he was with Venti, he didn’t care how badly things ended with Yaksha 5, he didn’t notice the way his ratings dropped, he didn’t pay attention to the social media slandering.

Venti was like some sort of wind spirit: always floating from one place to the other without a concern. Xiao wanted to learn more, to be more like him. And to him, joining this new 4NEMO group was the fastest way to do that.

When they pulled away, Venti did not fail to notice the glimmer of love in Xiao’s gaze. He brought his hands down to Xiao’s waist and hugged him close with a giggle. “You are cute.”

“No I’m not.” Xiao hugged him back with a pout.”

“Yes you are~”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes-s-s-s you are Gao-Xiao!” Venti bit his lip to keep from laughing.

Xiao let go and tried to push him away. “I am going to throw you over the side of this bridge if you call me cute one more time.”

Venti let him go with a smile, a hand fishing into his pocket for his phone. “Then I’ll call Aether and tell him you’re in?”

Xiao’s face went back to the loving smile from before. “Sure thing.”

#i think i just wanted an excuse to write them kissing #i'm a sucker for xiao #asks #writing #writing requests #requests #genshin impact #fluff #sfw #xiao #venti #xiao x venti #xiaoven

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moonraccoon-exe · 7 years ago

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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!!

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mzargentum · 7 years ago

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You’re The Boss | Pt. III

Word Count: 7,026

Warning: NSFW (AT ALL)!!!, slight violence (nothing bad), oral sex, crying, asphyxiation, HELLA Dom!Prom

Special Guest: Six Ulric. Created by @insomniasix.

Part I | Part II

11:17.

*ring ring*

…

*ring ring*

“Hmmm…”, Muerlin groaned at her abrupt awakening as she groggily searched for its source. She finally recognized the sound and blindly reached to the nightstand fishing for her phone. Upon retrieving it, she painfully squinted at the screen, the bright sun that shone through the sheer curtains reflecting a glare into her eyes, identifying the caller as none other than Cindy…..for the 4th time.

Ssssshit!

She immediately caught her composure, shaking the sleepies out of her head completely before answering.

“Heeeeeey, girl!”

“Alright, who is he?”

“Who’s who?”

“The lucky fella who knocked yer pussycat seven ways from Sunday”, she teased.

Muerlin’s eyes shot open with her friend’s comment. Oh, Gods…did she know? Was she suspicious from last night? She knew she had a terrible poker face and it’s not like Prompto made it any easier. She could kill that beautiful blonde bastard.

“And hoooowwwww d’ya know that?”, Muerlin asked her friend trying desperately to sound casual.

“Cuz yer a freak of nature an’ don’t get cramps like the rest of us”, Cindy retorted with a tremendous amount of sass.

“Uhh..well, there’s a first time for everything”, the silver haired woman chuckled, fully aware she’s been caught.

“Very funny, now spill it”, the button nosed blonde demanded, “I want all the details. What’s his naaame? What’s he liiike? Is he cuuute? Tell me everythin’!”

Muerlin giggled at her friend’s enthusiasm finally giving into her demands rolling onto her back. “He’s…amazing”.

“In bed?”, Cindy teases.

“Well, yeah”, Muerlin chuckled, “but…really. He’s beautiful. Not just his face. He has such a vibrant way of being. So free…able to appreciate the subtle things in life and the world around him”. Muerlin stared in awe at the ceiling as dust floated through the sun rays that shone above her, completely submerged into her thoughts, leaving her grease monkey friend stunned. “He has such a passionate soul, yet he’s…grounded. Kind and…amorous. Very bold, but considerate. There’s a simplicity to him, yet…so sui generis”.

“Sue said wha’?”, Cindy interrupted her friend’s rambles.

“Unique”.

“Ooo la la, practicin’ yer French?” Muerlin giggled, “Latin”. “One thang’s for sure, this ain’t like you one bit”, the button nosed blonde’s cheery, upbeat twang lowered to vivid sincerity. Muerlin leaned forward in bed, an uneasiness brewing in her gut due to her friend’s sudden change in tone.

“Whaddya mean?”, she softly asked, slightly concerned with her friend’s answer.

“Hunny..how long’ve we known each other?”

“About 5 years”.

“If I’ve learned anythang from you is that you never, ever, ever….talk like that ‘bout just any ol’ thang unless it’s real special to ya”, she explained.

“…W..what’re you saying?”

“I’m just wonderin’ if yer gonna see him again”. Muerlin’s eyes widened. “Cuz…it would be a real shame if…this was just a…one time thang, y’know?”, Cindy’s tone sweetened.

Muerlin mulled over her friend’s words for a moment. She was never one to allow herself to get attached to anyone, let alone fall in love, but here she was…falling for Prompto…longing for him to hold her once more. His secure grasp taming the beast within her, yet he soothed her with affection and gentility rather than lash her with crudity and judgement to control her. He was a man of purity, like a simple cloud before the lightning struck the Earth leaving a permanent impression upon it’s surface. So soft and welcoming, beautiful, tranquil, yet strong, forceful, bold. He left an impression…her body was weak…but her heart ached for him…her arms yearned for his embrace…but did he want the same? Was she enough to really make him happy?…Or was it just a one time thing?

“Muerlin…?” The woman was torn from her thoughts. “…yeah?”

“Don’t torture yerself like that”. Of course, Cindy knew exactly what her friend was thinking. “It ain’t good fer ya”. Muerlin remained silent for a moment. “Cindy…have you….ever been in love?”

“Hm”, she pondered, “well, yeah. Wit’ the garage, my work”. Muerlin lightly chuckled at her friend’s answer although she wasn’t surprised. “That’s not what I meant”.

“Well, what’s the difference? Love is love no matter who or what it’s for. ‘Slong as it makes ya happy”, she affirmed. “Like yer art! It’s yer passion. Ya study it, hone yer skills, fine tune yer technique”, she explained. “Sure, it ain’t always sunshine an’ rainbows an’ there are gonna be some roadblocks here an’ there, but if yer love is real, ya push through ‘em. See it through to the very end because ain’t nothin’ more rewarding to the soul than true love”.

“Yeah”, she softly replied as she gently placed her palm against the empty half of the bed, exhaling in contentment at the subtle warmth. “…you got that right”.

Cindy smiled, satisfied with the pleasant tone in her friend’s voice.“Anywoo, I better be headin’ back before Prompto gets trampled by a herd of mini-skirts”.

“Hey,Cindy…”, Muerlin stuttered a bit.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks”.

“Anytime, Shug”, her tone suddenly returned to it’s general cheerfulness. “Now getchur hine up here, ASAP”.

“Alright, alright”, Muerlin chuckled, “see ya soon”.

“See ya”, Cindy delightfully replied before hanging up the phone.

Muerlin exhaled mirthfully, finally fully awakened, at the sunshine that engulfed the room. A smile stretched across her face before she hopped out of bed toward the shower. As the sun’s rays danced across the room, a light rainbow roamed over her eye emitting a sweet smirk from the woman. “I’m going, I’m going”, she chuckled.

12:57.

Due to the tranquil atmosphere, like it usually was during the early afternoon, Six took this time to do a little cleaning. She wiped the counter with a damp rag, feeling very content with her handiwork, before she heard a blatant yawn coming from the bar. She turned to address it’s source, revealed to be Prompto with his fifth cup of tea in hand.

“Alright, what gives?” Prompto turned his attention to his supervisor, who wore a curious smirk, hand against her hip. “Hmm?”

“That’s your fifth cup in less than 5 hours”, she affirmed wrinkling her nose in repulsion. “I can smell it from here”. She held the back of her hand against her nose in attempt to block the potent stench that floated from the blonde’s cup. “What’d you put in that?”, her voice muffled. “Like…7 different black teas and about 10 tablespoons of sugar”, he replied nonchalantly.

Six’s eyes widened at his response. “WHAT?!”, she blurted in disbelief, “ That’s like 400 milligrams of caffeine! Are you TRYING to give yourself a heart attack or something?”

“Nah, just tryin’ to wake up”, he replied after he took a long sip of his beverage, followed by another yawn. “And you’re STILL tired”, the woman shrieked. “Did you get any sleep last night?”, she worriedly asked the man as he reached around to the side of his neck opposite from Six. “Uhhh…not much”, he chuckled remembering last night’s events, rubbing the sore blemish Muerlin left him, “I was a little….preoccupied”.

The woman raised an eyebrow at the little goof. He looked like he was in pain…but he was smiling? “That right?…with what?”, she asked with her arms crossed. He paused for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. “Oh,y-y’know…”, he stuttered receiving a light grin from his supervisor. “Yeah, I think I do”, she lightly chuckled as she continued her cleaning, “lil’ playboy, you…buuut I guess I can’t really judge”, she admitted. “We’ve all had our flings here and there”.

“Yeah…”, he somberly replied, signalling the woman that he was bothered. She returned her gaze to the little chocoboy. “Prommie?”

He realized he didn’t really handle his feelings in the most traditional way and, let’s be honest, he was taking a huge risk here, but despite that…he didn’t want this to be a fling. Muerlin was more than that to him and last night was one of the best times of his life. Feeling her body squirm underneath his, her symphonic wails echoing through his eardrums, the slight panic from her predacious desires, even the wound she left…it was intoxicating. He was addicted to the chaos that overcame his mind…the overall adventure that is Muerlin…but what did she see? A fling…? Or something more?

“Um…what if…you did something and…it was wrong, but…to you, it just felt right?”. He felt Six’s empathy. “Oh, Prom”, she sighed before leaning her back against the counter, “you’re so young”, she lightly chuckled. “Our world is chalked full of rules and regulations that not all of us can really live up to”, she explained. “We’re only human. It’s stupid to think we could possibly make gold every single time”. She turned toward him, recognizing the guilt in his pout. “…but it’s even more stupid to settle for gold…if you’re happier with silver”.

Prompto’s eyes widened slightly as he quickly met her gaze. A friendly yet dexterous grin stretched across her face. His freckled cheeks flushed. “Better chill those rosy cheeks before babygirl gets here”, Six lightly teased the red chocobo. “Don’t wanna give babygirl any ideas”. Prompto cleared his throat and lightly shook his head. “Yeah, heh-heh…wouldn’t want that”.

A light giggle escaped Six’s lips as she returned to her prepping. He could tell she was suspicious, but she wasn’t stupid. She was a member of the Kingsglaive for goodness sake. Still…she was right. He wanted more with his lover and there was nothing wrong with that. There was no reason to panic. He gingerly glanced toward the clock taking a sip from his tea when suddenly…

*door chime*

“BABYGIIIIRL!”

Prompto gasped sharply in excitement, accidentally inhaling his tea. Hot tears built in his eyes as he stifled a vicious cough that would’ve sent his tea flying onto the register.

“MOMMA SIIIIX!”, Muerlin skipped toward her friend, arms wide open. Prompto felt the hot beverage course through his nostrils, the cinnamon setting his entire face on fire. As they hugged, he forced his drink down his throat releasing a loud exhale.

“Prompto, look who finally showed up”, Six cheerfully stated before she forwarded her eyebrow at the young man pro-asphyxiation. “You alright?”, she asked. Muerlin’s eyes widened with concern. Not wanting his love to worry, he patted his chest with his fist, giving her his usual goofy smile. “Yeah, yeah”, he choked before clearing his throat.

Muerlin giggled at his obvious attempt to appear sane. “Wow, is this new?”, Six suddenly exclaimed toward Muerlin’s outfit. “Oh, nah, just some stuff I found in the drawers”, she replied showing it off.

That’s right! He had completely forgotten she didn’t have any extra clothes. The blonde averted his wide eyed gaze to the silver haired woman, marveling at the exquisite ensemble she put together. She wore one of his favorite tank tops, black and coated in skulls, as a dress and wrapped his spiky studded belt around her waist, one of his neck ties aesthetically lashed around her upper thigh, into a bow, as a sort of garter. He was absolutely blown away. He always imagined her wearing his shirts on lazy Sunday afternoons like in those cheesy TV movies, but he still wasn’t prepared for the sight before him. The way his shirt wrapped around her perky breasts and how it was just low enough to keep her lower body hidden, but just high enough to show off her tattoo, the way his belt hugged her waist. His eyes kept darting to the bandanna around her thigh. He bit his lip lightly as he gazed at her glistening flesh, wishing he could replace the flimsy piece of fabric with his hand…or his teeth.

“Well, it’s ‘bout dang time”, Cindy’s delighted twang echoed from behind Prompto, yanking him from his daze. She placed her hands upon her hips as she approached her friend. “A second longer and I would’ve had to-”, she suddenly went silent, staring point blank at Muerlin’s face. The silver haired woman pulled back slightly as her button nosed friend forwarded her eyebrows, decreasing the distance between their faces. Cindy gasped,“…you ain’t wearin’ makeup?!”

WHAT?

Prompto felt a tremor in his trousers as he lifted his gaze to Muerlin’s clean face. “Ohmygosh! She isn’t!”, Six exclaimed. “Look at your cute chubby cheeks”, she cooed at the blushing woman in front of her, as she gently squished her cheeks with her hands emitting playful squeaks and giggles from the silver haired woman’s throat. She was so cute….just way too cute. The light freckles that dusted her nose were much more visible than usual. The sight made him melt, he suddenly felt an intense warmth in his chest, a yearning to feel the natural softness of her nude lips. So genuine, yet still so…rare. She looked even more perfect than normal. It was driving him mad.

“Holy shit…”, he accidentally whispered in an exhale, alerting the girls to meet his gaze. Six raised a suspicious eyebrow at the young plebe with a light smirk on her lips. “You alright there, sweetie?”

“Uh…y-yeah”, he shook his head lightly. “Yeah”. His gaze never leaving Muerlin’s cyan orbs, he lightly smiled. “You look nice”, he sweetly complimented his lover, “bound to turn a few heads”. Muerlin could feel the heat emitting from his cobalt pools and couldn’t help, but lightly blush. “Why, thank you, Mr. Argentum”.

Cindy chuckled, amused by their banter, before turning her attention to the clock. 1:15. “Oh shoot, Shug, ya mind helpin’ me out?”, she asked as she proceeding to lead her to the back room. “I needa remake all the samples before that condescending chatterbox shows up”.

“Oh, bloody hell”. Muerlin followed her friend with a giggle, still feeling Prompto’s laser gaze upon her face until she disappeared from his view. He returned his attention to his supervisor grinning at him. “Looks like she’s already turned a head”, she teased before she reached over Prompto toward the register to clock out for lunch.

“Be back in 30″, she chanted before grabbing her bag. “Where ya goin’?” Prompto leaned over the counter toward Six as she removed her apron. “Gotta go pick up the pumpkin scones I ordered from midtown”. The blonde raised an eyebrow. “You ordered them…even though we’ve got tons of them here we can make for free?” Placing her hands upon her hips, she tilted her head, offering a sassy smirk at her little chocoboy. “You really think I felt like making 3 dozen pumpkin scones by myself?” “Oooohhhh”, Prompto nodded, “probably not”. “Exactly. Besides…”, she lowered her voice, “the more we have here, the more we get to ourselves during closing time”. Prompto chuckled and shrugged, “hey, can’t argue with that”. The woman grinned to the boy, presenting a wink before making her way toward the exit. “Later, kids”. She waved at the freckled blonde as she retreated. “Later”, Prompto replied with a smile.

1:26.

“Just. In. Time”, Cindy cheered, stretching her fatigued limbs, as she approached the front counter. “Thanks a bunch, Shug”. “Anytime”, the silver hair woman replied following her friend, naturally catching the attention of her blonde boss.

“Whatever keeps Loqi off your back”, Muerlin smirked. He often criticized Cindy’s abilities when it came to making tea since she was known for putting mountains of sugar in them. They were always delicious, regardless, but you were definitely in for a massive sugar rush. “Well, y’know what they say”, Cindy continues as she removes her apron and clocks out for the day, “…ain’t got anythin’ nice to say, don’t say nothin’ at all”.

“Unless it’s Loqi”, Prompto interjected from the other side of the counter, “then you DEFINITELY say something”. The little country girl chuckled at her boss, playfully punching his shoulder. “That’s what yer for”. The tall blonde pouts at his associate’s remark. “That’s all?”, he whined. “Of course not”, Muerlin replied in her soft angelic tone, lifting herself onto the counter to sit. “You’re also here keep me company”, she added with a sensual smile. He narrowed his gaze at her slightly, taking a low mischievous tone. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, someone’s gotta distract ya from punchin’ Loqi in the face”, Cindy affirmed, completely oblivious to what her friend actually meant by her statement.

“Then perhaps a wind up toy to keep him busy”, an unpleasantly familiar voice sliced through the serene atmosphere, “unless that’s still too much for him to handle”.

The group diverted their attention to a smug Loqi, glaring at Prompto, to which the freckled plebe returned with a soft glare. Not so much for the insult, but in anticipation for his reaction when he finally noticed Muerlin’s nude face.

As he directed his attention to the silver haired woman, he gasped. Her eyes widened slightly. “Uhm…hi, Lo-”. “Muerlin”, he abruptly cut her off, “you abandoned your cosmetics?”

“Just for today”, she timidly brushed her silver locks from her face. “Kind of wasn’t feelin’ it”. Loqi quickly approached her, taking hold of her hand with both of his own. Prompto’s scowl intensified. He had the nerve to touch her like that?

“My dear”, Loqi’s slimy voice coursed through Muerlin’s ears, “you have always been a divine beauty, but today, not even the Glaceon herself could compare to your perfection”.

Cindy rolled her eyes emitting a light sigh while Prompto silently raged behind her. His ocean eyes began to shift to a crimson. Muerlin, absolutely dumbfounded, had no words.

“I cannot contain my desires any longer”, the melodramatic blonde continued before lowering himself to a single knee, much to Muerlin’s embarrassment. “WOOOOAH”, Cindy hollered in shock. Prompto, completely overcome with fury, clenched his fists. His knuckles snow white. Cindy’s cry alarmed multiple customers whose attention was now on Loqi and Muerlin. Her face now strawberry red. “Oh, bloody hell”, she growled in an inaudible whisper trying desperately not to make eye contact with anyone. That does it. The now inflamed Prompto thought to himself as he began to approach the two.

“Muerlinian Zephyr”, the parasitic blonde started.

“Oh, dear…”, Muerlin softly whispered, absolutely terrified of his next words.

I’m gonna kill-

*door chime*

“THE FUUUUUN HAS ARRIIIIIIIIVED!!!”, Six burst in, loudly singing, striking a dramatic pose, spinning a white box in one of her hands. The crowd erupts into applause at her extravagant entrance completely taking the attention from a disappointed Loqi and absolutely elated and grateful Muerlin. “Thank ya v’ry much”, she responded to their gesture with a heavy Elvis imitation before making her way to the group at the counter.

The multiple facial expressions of her employees poked at her curiosity, especially as Loqi lifted himself from his knee, giving her a dirty look to which she lightly returned with a raised eyebrow. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing!”, Muerlin blurted out suddenly, hoping up from her seat before quickly grabbing the box Six was carrying and racing toward the back.

“Nothing”, Prompto calmly replied, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed with his attention turned toward the window pane, obviously still bothered.

“I was actually jus’ leavin’”, Cindy over-cheerfully stated before making her way toward the door, giving everyone a wave. “See ya’ll later”, she shouted before scooting out the door.

Six returned her gaze to Loqi.

“Nothing…”, he snarled in a low tone.

*GASP*

The three immediately turned their attention to the back room.

“Babygirl?!”, Six called out to the young woman as she approached the bar only to be halted by a hyped up Muerlin whose face was half stuffed with scone. “They’re pumpkin flavored”, she exclaimed in a muffled squeal receiving a light giggle from her supervisor. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. You’ll choke”, Six chuckled at the girl.

The overall atmosphere returned to it’s normal tranquil vibe. For all, but two. Loqi ignored the playful banter of the two women and silently clocked in. Prompto stared intensely wishing he had gotten the chance to bash his head against the counter. He suddenly shifted his gaze to Muerlin, who was pleasantly enjoying the sweets. Suddenly the fire in his gut returned, his blood boiling under his freckled flesh and…for some reason, his jeans seemed a little…extra tight.

2:40.

The day went on rather smoothly, which was surprising given the fact it was lunchtime. With the cafe’s dream team on duty, business was booming, yet it was manageable and actually pretty chill. Customer’s were cordial and cooperative, mostly chatting it up with Prompto and Muerlin.

Well, they were at least trying to chat with Prompto. For the last hour, he was on autopilot which wasn’t unusual when he daydreamed about Muerlin, and he was so used to the regular routine of conversation that his customers never noticed, but this time was different. This wasn’t a daydream.

Only one ear was receiving his female customer’s words, while his other was fixed on Muerlin’s harmonious voice. He made direct eye contact with the woman merely shifting his focus to his lover standing a fair distance behind her. Those sharp eyes weren’t just for photography.

He felt a tightness in his chest when the woman asked about the scene Loqi made earlier. Damn you, woman. He thought to himself at her question. He wasn’t quite over that, but the increased business helped with distracting him from it. Until now, anyway.

His autopilot betrayed him for a moment as he glanced at the silver haired woman. He doesn’t even know what he replied with, but it granted a content nod with a “yeah, I guess so” and she proceeded to leave so he wasn’t worried about it.

He returned his gaze to his lover. Her smile was bright, she was obviously very content despite earlier events and for some reason…that bothered him. How could she be smiling? He wasn’t. How was she not as bothered as he was? Did she enjoy it? Logically he knew he had no real reason to be angry with her and it’s like he really officially claimed her as his, but…she was still his.

One thing was for sure, thank the Gods for aprons. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Prompto’s pants were just as tight as before due to a slight protrusion against his thigh. His constant staring didn’t help either. Damn her…how dare she be so perfect? How dare she have the ability to tease him so easily without even doing anything? Oh, no…he wasn’t having that. He was in charge and she needed to remember that.

“Hey, Prom”, Six called to the blonde, only barely pulling his attention away from Muerlin. “What’s up?”, he replied in a slightly forced cheery tone. “It’s 2:45. Why don’t you take a 15 and grab a couple of scones”, she kindly suggested fully aware that he was bothered. She didn’t know from what exactly, but she knew a likely way to cheer him up was King’s Knight and a couple of treats.

Not wanting to worry his supervisor to the point of being interrogated, he reluctantly complied. “Alright”. He pulled his apron over his head before retreating to the back. A satisfied smile planted on Six’s face. He grabbed one large scone from the box before sitting himself upon a wooden crate, pulling his phone from his pocket to play King’s Knight.

“Hey, Muerlin!”, Six addressed the young woman. “Yeah?”, she cheerfully replied, tightening the knot in Prompto’s chest, as she skipped toward the counter. “In 10 minutes, you mind cleaning the bathroom?” Prompto bit into his scone, nonchalantly, as he played his game.

“You don’t have to scrub. Just tidy it up a bit, please?” “Sure”, Muerlin nodded with a smile, “no sweat”. “Thanks, babygirl”. “No problem, momma”, Muerlin winked at her friend adding a cute two finger salute. Prompto seemingly tried ignoring the two, but lightly huffed in offense toward Muerin’s cheery attitude.Damn you, woman.

2:53.

Muerlin removed her apron and made her way to the back room, puzzled by the fact that Prompto was no where to be found. Maybe he went out through the back for a bit? She’d check after she was finished in the bathroom. Kneeling before the cabinet under the bar, she searched for the sponges and disinfectant spray, surprised to find them gone.

What the heck? They were always in here. Well, they were supposed to be anyway. Then, she recalled that time Loqi put them in the bathroom in an attempt to help her, despite the fact that he grabbed the wrong bottle. However, seemed this time, he picked the right one. Huh…looks like he wasn’t all bad.

Muerlin shut the cabinet before standing and proceeding to the bathroom. As she opened the door, she propped herself against it to grab her phone from her boot. A handy place to stash it after all. Growing a little worried from Prompto’s disappearance, she began typing a message as she entered the unlit bathroom, letting go of the door letting it shut behind her.

Me: You’re supposed to be back in 5 minutes. >.< Where are you, silly??

Before she could send the message, her phone is swiped from her grasp and a solid pressure coats her mouth, muffling her startled cry. Her back is plastered against a firm surface, a warmth emitting from it, the room still pitch black. She clutched onto the mysterious force against her face desperately trying to pull it away, only for its grip to tighten. She felt the unknown being’s hot breath against her neck, giving her goosebumps. She shuddered at the foreign sensation before a second hand abruptly groped her breast, roughly massaging it.

The silver haired woman was beside herself with disbelief. What was happened right now? Who the hell was this person handling her like this? Her eyes snapped open as she remembered the cleaning supplies missing from the cabinet.

Loqi.

A spark flickered in the pit her stomach, a raging fire course through her veins. How dare he have the nerve to touch her this way?! To play with someone else’s toys? To try to horde in on what already belonged to Prompto! Oh, fuck no! The woman built up all of her strength to shove the man’s back against the wall, briefly knocking the wind out of him. Her survivor instincts kicking in, she took the brief opportunity to loosen his grasp on her body enough to attack.

“You disgusting pile of shit!”, she growled at her assailant before planted a concrete slap across his face. The solid impact lightly knocking the man off balance causing him to completely let go of the woman. As she hurried for the light switch, she reached into her bra retrieving a black pocket knife, steering it directly toward her attacker cursing him under her pants. Upon flipping the switch, her eyes widened. She stood, paralyzed, still wielding her weapon. Her breath hinged.

“..P..Prompto?”

The man slowly straightened his stance, his right cheek flaming from her whip-like assault to his flesh. Muerlin’s heart crackled upon the sight. Like she had just kicked a puppy. Once he finally straightened himself, he turned his gaze to the startled woman. His eyebrows forwarded, his blackened orbs piercing into her fragile spirit like daggers. She was taken aback by his menacing glare. It wasn’t like him…it was like he hated her…and, much to Muerlin’s surprise, she was actually a little frightened.

His gaze lowered suddenly sending a chill up the vulnerable woman’s spine. “I…I’m sorry”, she blurted out, “I thought you were-”. “Loqi?” His voice was low and rasped, a wave of heat engulfed her panties. Nonono…why was she enjoying this? This fear she was experiencing. Why was it turning her on?

“Is that who you wanted it to be?”, he growled at the conflicted woman. “Wha-”. “You were gonna kill me for him?”, he cut her off. That’s when the woman finally realized she was still wielding her knife, pointing it directly at Prompto’s chest. Yet still petrified by his demeanor, her arm never wavered. “N-No! I would nev-”. Suddenly approaching her in mid-sentence, he slaps the blade from her hand sending it flying across the room. A startled gasp escaping her throat.

With a yank of her wrist, Prompto spun her body against the wall he was previously against. She lowly grunted at the solid impact against her back before returning her gaze to the blonde’s wicked ogle. His cobalt iris’ blackened with avidity and she could’ve sworn there was a shimmer of red within the depths of his stare.

“You wanted him”, he hissed to the woman. What? He didn’t really believe that…did he? “Prompto, I swear, I-”. “Shut up!”, the man growled before clasping his palm against her mouth, her head held still against the wall to keep her from escaping his grasp. She whimpered at his aggressive touch, clutching onto his hand. A sinister grin stretched across his face.

“You’re just a little slut, aren’t you?”

Muerlin’s eyes widened. Her heart hammering against her chest at his surprisingly gentle tone to his cold statement. A shiver coursed up her spine as his callused fingers slithered up her bare thigh, slowly lifting her dress. “Yeah…you are”.

Prompto lightly bit his lip as the heat radiating from her lace panties ghosted over his knuckles. “I know you too well, Muerlin”, he continued as he graced the woman with a loving smile, curling his index finger around the lining of her panties. “You like to challenge, don’tcha?”. His voice nearing a whisper as he slowly slide her panties down her thighs, letting them drop to the floor. Muerlin was far too distracted with her disturbed arousal from lover’s bizarre behavior to notice his maleficent tentacles fondling her dripping heat. “Yeah…you challenged Loqi to see if he can make you cum as hard I can, huh?”, Prompto hissed at his frightened lover, lining his digits to her steamed entrance. The fear clashing with abysmal desire in her dilated pupils intensifying the man’s whirlwind of arousal.

His villainous gaze suddenly returning. The thought of his beloved Muerlin beckoning another man sprang a horrid flame in his gut. His glare intensified the more he pondered, the red in the depths of his pupils resurfaced as his rage amplified.

“…Well, let’s find out.”

A startled cry shoots from Muerlin’s throat against the blonde’s hand as Prompto abruptly stuffs three digits into his silver haired lover’s dripping sex, aggressively hooking his fingertips against her g-spot. Clutching onto his wrist for dear life, the overwhelming sensation of her intrusion sent her eyes to the back of her skull probing her to shut them.

“Don’t you dare shut your eyes!”, he lowly growled, further digging his fingers into the tender spot against her inner walls. “Look at me”, he demanded to which she formidably obeyed as he mercilessly wrenched at her drenched cunt. His wrist ground against her sensitive clit. “Good girl”, he whispered before removing his hand from her face, immediately crashing his lips against hers. Intruding her mouth with his tongue, Prompto absorbed her pleasured cries responding with soft moans against her lips.

As their tongues danced, the blonde began lowering the upper half of his tank top from the woman’s chest, exposing her lace covered bosom. Goosebumps coated her fresh as the chill of the room grazed its surface. Then, as Prompto lowered the padding of her bra, he abruptly pulled his lips from hers, replacing them with his palm once again. Leaning forward slightly, the blonde engulfed Muerlin’s breast into his mouth emitting a sudden shriek from her throat as he flicked his tongue against her budding nipple while still ravaging away at her now sore pussy.

The helpless Muerlin melted in her euphoric torment. Her fear and unfathomable delight crippled her fragile body. Bittersweet tears fell from her lagoon eyes at the foreign phenomenon, this blissful pain. She couldn’t take much more. Her mind, her body was about to cave, already nearing it’s end. She was about to break.

Prompto rose from Muerlin’s flushed chest, as the salted streams flowed down her cheeks glazed over his hand, to meet her gaze. Her bare face glistening from the delicate downpour was like an arrow through the freckled plebe’s heart. Gods, she’s gorgeous. Yet, the crimson within his pupils shone clear as day as was reminded of the way Loqi stared, how he held her hand nearly offering himself to her.

And what if she had accepted? He pondered how that leech would ruin this perfectly flawed monument of the Astrals. He was unfit. Unworthy to be bestowed upon her beauty…besides, she wasn’t Loqi’s. She was Prompto’s and it was up to him to remind her.

“What’s wrong?”, Prompto asked as he withdrew his hand from Muerlin’s face. She winced in slight pain from the gust of air that suddenly hammered against her lungs before Prompto seized her throat with his dampened palm, slowly applying pressure as his rage increased. Muerlin grasping onto her aggressive lover’s wrist. “Is this what you want?”, he growled as he clenched onto the woman’s thigh, lifting her leg, slamming the clothed erection against her aching heat. A sharp inhale escaping the frail beast’s lips at the sudden collision.

“You want this cock inside that tight pussy of yours?” His rasped whisper overwhelming her nearly broken body with lust. Her teal pools scorching with passion and need for her punishment. “Yes”, she replied in a choked sob. “What was that?” He cruelly began grinding his clothed bulge against her folds as he continued to squeeze her larynx. “You want me? Or do you wanna see if Loqi can do better?”

“No” she pleaded under his grasp, “…please”. “Please what?”, the blonde asked as he continued to grind against her. “Please…punish me”, she begged, coaxing her lover to tighten his grasp, “I need you..”. Her vision clouded as her consciousness began to fade. The pounding of her heart slamming against her eardrums. All other sound was lost. Her fingernails slightly puncturing his skin as tears still continued to drench her face down to his wrist, lightly stinging his wounds. “Please…”.

Witnessing her in this state was enough motivation for Prompto to pound her into the wall…but this wasn’t about him.

“…No”, Prompto replied gingerly releasing her throat and gracefully lowering her leg back to the floor, his antagonistic behavior subdued. Muerlin gasped for air upon his yield, her vision returning, the hammering in her head ceased as her heartbeat regulated.

Her puzzled and dampened eyes darted from sea to sea as the blonde allowed his lover to catch her breath. A heavy huff exited his nose as he bowed his head slightly, his brows still forwarded as if he was still angry.

Was he?

She hesitantly lifted her trembling hand to embrace his freckled cheek. “Prom”.

A startling snatch of the wrist emitted a gasp from the woman before his lust filled gaze returned to her. Muerlin silently stared with puffy eyes, her tears finally dried. What’s he going to do? He must still be angry.

“Prom, I’m so-”.

“Turn around”, the blonde commanded in a lowly tone, “against the wall”. Wasting no time, she did as she was told as to not antagonize her lover. Her breasts plastered against the freezing tile. “Bend over”, he further instructed. Steadying herself with her palms against the wall, she took a few light steps back letting her upper body sink as she stuck her ass out for the demanding young man.

Barely peeking behind her, she witnessed the blonde gaze upon her exposed rear. Perfectly rounded, firm and smooth to the touch. She melted at the man’s touch, anxiously awaiting his next move. His cold expression never wavered despite his obvious fixation on her rear end. A sudden strike to her flesh released a stifled cry from Muerlin’s throat as she tightly slammed her eyes shut.

A harder smack soon followed releasing another stifled cry, slightly louder than the one before. She winced at the light sting against her nerves, keening at the blonde’s teasing. An even harder smack rang through the room. A sudden jolt of the woman’s small body jiggling her cheeks against his palm as an audible huff escaped her lungs. Resulting in another smack, and another, and another. The final strike revealed Prompto’s arousal as a soft exhaled moan swifts past his gritted teeth.

Muerlin’s eyes remained shut as the blonde slide his leg in between hers, applying a light pressure instructing her to separate them. The hot steam from her breath coating the tiles as she panted against the wall. While her mind raced in extreme hysteria as she nervously anticipated her lover’s actions, Prompto silently lowers himself into a crouch.

Placing gentle kisses over the pink print beaming from her sore bottom sinking down until he is eye level with her tender heat. Still raw from his earlier assault. Prompto licked his lips at the sight of the confection that beckoned his eager taste buds, intensifying his need for its rich nectar.

Muerlin’s thighs tensed as his breath grazed her aching sex, inhaling sharply. “Prompto”, she neurotically huffed. “Cover your mouth”, he lightly whispered before abruptly gliding his tongue against her entrance, emitting a sudden whine from the woman that was intercepted by a clasped hand to her mouth.

Her fingers curled against the tile as Prompto swirled his tongue within her rigid walls, lavishing in the sweet nectar he so deeply craved that perfectly complimented her scent of lavender. Even in her disheveled state, his infatuation for her grew more and more. So much more that he graciously obliged to endure the throbbing pain of within the depths of his jeans.

All he cared for was her proving his love by granting her immeasurable pleasure and with the way his tongue danced over her clit, she was on cloud nine. Tears recollected in her shut eyes as she desperately fought the urge to scream. Her small hands only capable of so much while they were trembling so violently.

Groaning against her sex, the blonde blissfully luxuriated in the nectarous sensation of Muerlin’s now swollen clit. He felt her body begin to give way, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was addicted. Completely under the spell of her succulence. Never could he have ever envisioned such heaven. Never could he had ever believed he deserved it. Him! Of all people.

Prompto’s breathtaking devotion to Muerlin’s nearly broken body had her dangling over the edge. She felt a knot form in her stomach, her skin drenched in sweat. Tilting her head back toward the ceiling, it melted away into a sky full of twinkling stars. Her hand returned to the cool tile as she gazed on in pure euphoria.

“P…Prom”, she breathlessly whimpered, “I….I can’t…I’m gonna…”.

“Do it”, the blonde demanded as he ferociously devoured his lover. Her forcefully quiet moans, resembling the delicate airy hymns of a flute, floated through his ears. His tongue’s vicious assault against her swollen bud won the day as she finally surrendered to sin, allowing it to consume her soul into the celestial void.

Prompto continued to lap at her sex, soothing her from her high, as she slowly sank from her stance to the cold floor. Her pants deep and slow as she finally was able to relax. A light rustling averted Muerlin’s attention to the towering Prompto whom stood before her, his chin glistening of her forbidden essence. A sinister smirk upon his lips.

His eyes wondered over his disheveled and disoriented lover, admiring his handiwork, before he sluggishly wiped his chin with the back of his hand. He stood there gawking until the silver haired woman calmed down, before casually proceeding toward the exit, much to Muerlin’s surprise.

Removing her phone from his back pocket, he placed it upon the supply rack next to the door, where the cleaning supplies was stored. As he turned back to look at her, his attention was suddenly averted to the discarded lace panties. The black standing out against the pearly linoleum floors.

He chuckled lightly before retrieving them and wrapping them around his wrist, rather than returning them to her. Muerlin watched in disbelief although never moving. She couldn’t. She was stunned at his sudden cockiness.

Returning to the door, Prompto briefly turned his gaze to the half naked woman sitting against the wall before scanning the bathroom, still yet to be cleaned.

“Don’t take too long in here”, he nonchalantly stated.

MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?

And with that, Prompto takes his leave, abandoning his beloved Muerlin, partially naked, on the frozen bathroom floor.

The light slam of the door snapped the blonde from his anger possessed daze. He suddenly felt lighter, serene. Back to his regular bouncy self. Actually a lot better. It was almost like he was floating. He pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time.

3:01.

Damn. What went down in the last 5 minutes of his break? He scrolled down threw several notification. A few texts from Noct, a couple random emails, etc, but one text suddenly ensued a panic in the young chocoboy.

2:53pm

LittleMuermaid💕 - You’re supposed to be back in five minutes. >.< Where are you, silly??

Oh, Gods…..

Prompto nearly dropped his phone in horror as the events of the past 5 minutes raced through his mind. Every tear that fell from her eye…the way she looked at him…his hand on her…….no. He tried to shake the thought from his head. He wouldn’t. He didn’t! …right?

He felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to cry. How could he have let this happen? How could he have been so stupid?! Last night never would have happened if she wanted Loqi. How could he have done such a thing to his precious Muerlin? She was his everything and he left her naked, alone and freezing in the bathroom.

Upon instinct, he immediately turned back to the door reaching for the handle only to be halted by a sudden click.

No…please, no…

Prompto timidly reached for the handle, silently hoping against what he fears just happened. Clutching onto it, he prayed it would turn.

His heart shattered. It wouldn’t budge.

The blonde stared upon the handle, desperately fighting off tears, though betrayed by choked sobs.

“Oh, Gods….”, he softly uttered in a trembling exhale.

“…what have I done?”

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