#prompto you are so precious

[reflectionsofacreator]

📚 final fantasy, your choice of numerical!

cracks knuckles

Okay let's imagine, for a minute, about Noctis who didn't manage to escape the fire in Tenebrae. Regis lost his grip, Noctis tried to squirm out of his hold to get to Luna, something. And for the next eight years, Noctis is raised as a ward of the Empire alongside Luna and Ravus, with all the gristly details that implies because Niflheim finally has their hands on the crown prince of their hated enemy.

The story starts with Noctis' long awaited return to Insomnia at the hands of Lieutenant Drautos when he's sixteen, eight long, long years after the tragic fire that took Queen Sylvia's life. There's been some paper thin excuse about Noctis staying in the Empire for "goodwill" but everyone knows that he's been a hostage, and the kingdom is ecstatic to have their prince back.

The big reunion between beloved father and son, and it's shattered when Noctis, in a polite, quiet Tenebrae accent, asks, "Do I know you, sir?" (Because that's not what his father looked like. That's not the dad who abandoned him, is it? He's too old, surely--)

The prince that's returned to them is a stranger. Neatly combed back hair, a fondness for Tenebrae white colors, soft spoken lilting accent and impeccable manners that betray nothing of what he thinks. It's only in private, when Ignis and Gladio desperately try to get him to open up and maybe talk to them that Noctis admits that he wants to go home, to his brother and sister. The best he can do is send letters with the Messengers, a small, fluffy black dog that Ignis swears wasn't there yesterday.

We cut between Ravus, Luna, and Noctis as the letters pass hands. Ravus, having been pressured into being in the military at eighteen so he could no longer protect his little siblings, traces over the harsh stroke of the pen in Noct's letters in the privacy of his tiny cabin. Luna scribbling out her loneliness and exhaustion over being the world's youngest Oracle for four years now, saying how much she misses the comforting weight of her little brother following her around during her duties.

The Ravus we find here is harder on the outside, but fiercely protective of Luna and Noctis. His hatred for Regis is even more intense, because how dare that man abandon his own son, yet banked even further down because he cannot afford to let these emotions show when he needs to protect them. It's not just that Luna is his precious little sister -- their mother wasn't done healing Noctis before she perished, and Noctis could only rely on them. Ravus is the only one who knows that the Empire was going to kill the boy, and it was only his quick thinking that convinced General Glauca to spare Noctis as a hostage.

Luna is more tired, more worn down. Not only is she the youngest Oracle with an impossible task, she did everything she possibly could to make sure Noctis traveled with her retinue so she could keep an eye on him and make sure the Empire didn't touch him. And now that he's gone, whisked away back to his "home", she finds herself working even harder just to cope with the loneliness.

Noctis is... well. He copes, as best he can, being a stranger in his own 'home' with chronic pain and no one knowing what really happened. Even his magic is different, leans more towards healing and the like rather than traditional Lucian faire, uses a rapier like his older brother when he goes to spar. Spends time with his dog, with Ignis trying to get him to want to meet with his father, training with Gladio in the ring and trying not to flinch at how big he is (not his fault, he's just. Big like Glauca.), tentatively making friends with Cor's hyperactive blonde kid named Prompto...

It isn't until Gladio sees Captain Drautos 'checking in' on the Prince that things start to change. Drautos now has sway over the Glaives and the Crownsguard, the gratitude of the King Himself, so long as Prince Noctis keeps his mouth shut about what happened while he was being "rescued" from General Glauca. Except Noctis talks back to the Captain now that it's just him, he doesn't have to worry about his siblings getting hurt, just himself really.

Gladio charges, because even if that's a little shit of a guy that's his Prince who's being slapped around. He doesn't have a hope in hell against someone like Titus Drautos, let alone General Glauca, being only eighteen and new to the whole 'shield' thing. Gets his shit wrecked, his eye nearly cut open, and his life held against Noctis to scare them both into keeping Drautos' secret.

Gladio, while he's being patched up on Ignis' bathtub, is adamant that they tell the king and the council, while Noctis pleads that they can't or Glauca will find a way to punish Luna and Ravus. Ignis informs him that it will be happening, because this is no longer just a threat to them but a threat to the whole kingdom.

We cut to the chocobros watching as Prince Ravus and Princess Lunafreya are welcomed into Insomnia, only to have their introductions interrupted by Noctis' excited shout of their names and practically warping over to them to hug them stupid. Drautos is imprisoned now, things are starting to look up for the first time for the Fleuret siblings in ... so, so long.

I think the primary fic would end there, but I'd probably want to have oneshots set after, about the adjusting period, and how things wrap up. Something something the abuse that the kids were subjected to gets to light and has the Empire's citizens up in arms over the treatment of the beloved Oracle, Lucis uses it as a way to force Niflheim into a peace treaty. Another oneshot from the pov of someone who only knows Ravus as a battlefield commander, seeing him turn all soft and doting on Luna and Noctis. Maybe dig into how Noctis and Luna traveled around under the guard of Glauca, how it's just as much threatening as it is teasing the Lucis spies who can't get close enough to set Noctis free...

I think about this au often, if you can't tell,

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

CHOCO-CHOCOBO! [ FIC / NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: NOW THAT I'M PLAYING FFXV, I JUST KNOW THAT PROMPTO WOULD ADORE THE CONCEPT OF CHOCOBO GIRLS (FF13: LIGHTNING RETURNS IN YUSNAAN) ! I'D LIKE TO THINK THAT THE GUY FROM THE CANVAS OF PRAYERS WHO WANTED A CHOCOBO GIRL'S NUMBER WAS PROMPTO IN ANOTHER LIFE. ANYWHO, ENJOY READING, MY DARLINGS! TW: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, USAGE OF PETNAMES (PRINCESS, BABE), EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT (IT STARTS OFF CUTE BUT IT GETS NASTY AFTER THAT!) PROMPTO ARGENTUM X FEM! READER

The Chocobo Post in Duscae has never been this livelier before ever since they organized Chocobo races. Now that the Deadeye in the area is dead, the owner and staff decided to implement a feature that was long pushed aside due to the past circumstances they had. With enough Gil and materials, what they had planned went in full swing, accompanied with many new and familiar faces; the owner himself even graciously invited the four Hunters

That's why the blonde male was shaking in his boots. Sure, he was excited that Noct mentioned something about visiting the Chocobo Post in a passing statement but he wasn't expecting this. His blue eyes keep flitting everywhere, from the gang to the owner then back to the girls in front of him. Mind you, girls who were dressed up akin to Chocobos. Their outfit consisted of scantily golden coloured bikini tops, thigh high stockings and boots that looked like Chocobo feet. Not to mention the feathery plumage behind them and the feathery wing-like gloves. It doesn't help that the girls were grinning at him, giggling at him as they beckon for him to come closer

"Hey, aren't you the one of the Hunters that killed off that Deadeye? Choco-choco thanks!" "Choco-chocobo, your hair have the same colour as our Chocobos! Say, do you want to take a picture with us?" "You're pretty cute for a Hunter, y'know! Come here, Chocobo boy!"

No wonder the guys were grinning from ear-to-ear in the car, refusing to give an inkling of what he was going to see when they arrived there. Everyone that day could still remember the visible flush that was on his cheeks and neck, the male capable of saying yes meekly to the Chocobo Girls' invitation for an impromptu photo session. It was a really, really long day

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"Do you think this looks alright?" You asked, the feathery plumage fluttering as you do a twirl. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Hard. "Yeah, it looks fine, totally fine—" He blurted out, propping his chin up on his hand as he stared up at the figure standing in front of him, baby blue eyes skimming down your form greedily. It doesn't help that his skin is warming up considerably too. He sat up straight, hands reaching out for you and his fingertips grazing your exposed sides "Can I touch it?" He coughed out, shaking his head as he cleared his throat before muttering "Can I touch you?—" His eyes are wide with so much hope pooling in them, his brows arching upwards and his lips pursed in a thin line. A very nervous, quivering line

"You don't have to ask permission," You giggled as a smile blossomed on your pink lips. Lips that he just simply adores. He sucked in a breath sharply, holding it as his gloved hands enveloped around the smooth flesh. He pressed his thumbs into your muscles gently, slowly trailing them upwards while he pulled you closer and closer to him "So pretty," He mumbled, his golden bangs tickling the skin of your breasts as he planted a soft kiss in between them "My very own Chocobo girl who's the cutest," The male added a beat later, letting his lips linger on your skin a while longer before sinking his teeth in, evoking out a gasp of surprise out of your lips. It's so hot. His ears are burning from hearing that precious little noise. "The sexiest," He drawled out, arms snaking around your hips and waist as his hands began to fondle with the straps of the costume "Wanna take these off," He muttered, his fingers hooking into the elastic band of your shorts, sliding them down just enough so he could see your pussy. It was soaking wet, your wetness staining the fabric. His tongue swiped against his lips unconsciously, his eyes narrowing in interest as he pulled the cloth down all the way through before his hands went back to squeeze your thighs, tempted to just swipe the pads of his fingers against your clit "All this just for me?" He questioned, the edges of his eyes crinkling from grinning too widely "Can't wait to fuck you stupid, babe—" The male hastily dragged his other hand to the buckle of his belt, undoing it as he tugged you down to his lap, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans and once he does undo his jeans, he's almost embarrassed of how stiff he was. Keyword; almost. He couldn't care less of about what he feels right now, the only thing he wants to feel is your tight walls enveloping him and clenching down on him like a vice. His blue eyes turned into half-lids as he watched how the head of his cock brush and prod against your soaked folds, your arousal just simply dripping and coating over the flushed tip. He let out a hiss through gritted teeth as you started to lower yourself down, fingers digging into your backside as you take him inch by inch He knew that you had to ease yourself like this every time, your cunny too tight even for his size but fuck, he can't take it anymore—

The blond wrapped his arms around you, muttering a gentle 'Sorry' against the shell of your ear before grabbing a handful of your thighs and forcing you down his cock, the male happily swallowing up your whimper when he pressed his lips on yours. " 'm sorry, 'm sorry—" He chanted, groaning into your mouth as your hips met in rapid succession "Wanted my cock in you so, so, much, princess—" As soon as he said those words, he felt you tighten around his pulsing cock and he nearly sprained his neck from how hard he threw his head back, his brain filled to the brim with the thoughts of your warm pussy and how good it felt to be in it. One of his hands slithered up to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling it back just so he could litter a mess of hickeys on the soft skin of your neck

"That's it, keep-mmh-taking my cock like that," The blond praised, his mouth parted slightly before he moved up to your lips, blue eyes fluttering shut from the taste of your tongue invading his mouth which just made him hasten his pace even more. He had to pull away, he had to. If not, he would've busted his load right then and there and he didn't want that He wanted his sweet, sexy girlfriend to cum first So with another whine leaving his lips, he dragged his hand to be in between your legs, rubbing his fingers on to your clit furiously while you start to squirm in his embrace. The male knew you was close, judging by the way your muscles are tensing up, your moans getting higher in pitch. He wasn't so far behind either, his thrusts mostly consisted of him rutting his pathetic cock in and out as he tried to push the both of you over the edge "P-Prompto, I'm going to—" Your words were cut off by a loud, pleasured cry and it made Prompto lose his mind, your slick juices dribbling down his thighs as he continued to bully his cock into you. It was more than enough for the man to let loose now that your needs were satiated first. With another bruising kiss to your lips, the blond pulled away before putting his entire focus into his pace, not really heeding the constant pleas and whines from you to 'slow down' and be 'gentle' He's almost there, he can feel it. His thighs going taut, his jaws clenched and the constant, throbbing ache in his loins as he kept on going. His persistence was then rewarded, the blond whimpering in pure delight as he felt his sweet girl clenching on him for the third time. His body not even hesitating to just simply flood you with his warmth, your pussy milking his cock for he's worth while you both basked in the sweet, sweet afterglow. He'll worry about the Chocobo costume later on, his brain's too mushed to think about cleaning them and returning them back to the owner. It was a rental after all

[fluffypichu876]

here are more of my ff15 photos! there's plenty of them this time, so i split the post in two (thanks for the 30 image limit, tumblr...)

(oh and these are completely out of chronological order btw)

got my ass kicked when i first fought this thing xD (as of writing i may be a tad bit overleved and have killed these twice...)

close-up chocobo!

at first i thought climbing here wasn't even possible. good to know i was wrong.

rip the physics engine once again

big scary momma garulessa

i love this shot xDD

failed voretooth selfie :(

campfire storytime!

reinforcing a previous point i made: i have yet to see a bad pboto of ignis xD (whatever the heck happened to the reflection in the glasses on the last photo)

in direct contrast to ignis, noctis is just a dork 80% of the time on photos xD

this one is so good!

this one too!

obligatory prompto with a chocobo photo

this one is nice. precious bois

place your bets, who's winning this staring contest?

a break for king's knight

that smile is so sweet <3

very nice one!

selfie with... a rock?

another precious shot of the bois

c'mere for a hug!

midgardsormr, you will always be the midgar zolom to me (imo that mistranslation fits the world of ff7 a lot better. it would have been fun if they kept it in rebirth...)

bro is flabbergasted

HAHA GET 1000 NEEDLES'D YOU STUPID CAT! (in case you can't tell i'm pretty salty about coeurls...)

[adarkrainbow]

The Grimm fairytales: The German Bluebeard

Just like with my Little Red Riding Hood post, I will now look at the German versions of the Blue Beard fairytale, as collected by the Grimm brothers. Wait, you ask, there’s a German Bluebeard? Yes! There’s even three of them! 

But the reason you might not remember them is because these German versions were only present in the first edition of the Grimm’s collection of märchen. You see, the thing is that “Bluebeard” is a typically French fairytale, not originally belonging to Germany - and the tale itself has been heavly influenced and shaped by Charles Perrault. So when the Grimm brothers noticed that some of their tales were derived from the French Blue Beard, they removed them prompto. They wanted exclusively German fairytales, and they also exclusively wanted “true” folktales - anything with literary roots was not welcome in the Grimm’s book (though the irony is that there were many literary roots the Grimm completely missed). 

Now, of the three “Bluebeard variants”, only two were removed, the ones I will describe below: “Blue-beard” and “The Castle of Murders/ The Murder Castle”. The third one was kept - it is the famous “Fitcher’s Bird” fairytale, that the Grimms kept because they perceived in it some specifically German elements. I will not talk of Fitcher’s Bird, I’ll rather keep it for a different time when I’ll look at the Grimm fairytales themselves. (For a deeper analysis of these versions VS Perrault’s, wait for more of my “A class on fairytales” post, since the “Bluebeard case” was the one we studied when it came to the evolution of fairytales between Perrault and Grimm)

Blue-Beard (The German version)

A man lived in the woods with three sons and a beautiful daughter. One day, a golden carriage with six horses and numerous domestics stopped by the house. A king was in it, and asked the woodsman for his daughter in marriage. The father agreed - and while the girl was afraid because the king had a blue beard, her father told her to still go with the man. However, since she was still worried about the situation, she went to her brothers and told them “If you hear me scream, wherever you are, drop what you are doing and come rescue me”. 

The girl left with Blue-Beard and they arrived to his castle, filled with luxury items and where the girl’s every desires were fulfilld. She could have been very happy - but each time she saw the blue beard of the king, fright took over her. After some times the king have to leave on a journey: he gave the girl the keys that opened all the doors of his castle, and he told them she could open all of them - except one room, opened by a small gold key. The king tells her pretty bluntly that if she opens the door, she will “lose her life”. The girl promised to obey, and as soon as the king was out, she opened all the doors, seeing beyond them marvelous riches. When she reached the forbidden door, the girl deduced that, since the key was made of gold, the room must be hiding the most precious treasures of the castle - she became tormented by curiosity, she fought it to no avail, and she finally opened the door. But as soon as she opened it, a flood of blood came out (yeah, that’s the elevator scene in Shining), and she saw in the room numerous dead women attached to the walls, some reduced to the state of skeletons. 

Scared, she closed the door, but the key dropped on the blood-covered floor. The girl tried to clean the key, but each spot she removed from one side of the key re-appeared on the other. She used all the cleaning methods she could think of, but each failed, so she hid it in hay in hope it would absorb the blood. The following morning Blue-beard came home, and he asked for the keys. The girl gave him back all of the keys, except the small golden key. She tried to tell her husband she lost the key in hay, but he understood what happened (that she was trying to use the hay to clean the blood), forced her to fetch the blood-stained key, and immediately he told her she will die and go to the forbidden room. He fetched a great knife, but the wife managed to gain some times by asking to do a prayer before dying.

The girl immediately climbed the staircase, and screamed as strongly as she could from a window “Brothers, dear brothers, come save me!”. Her brothers, who were drinking wine in the forest, heard their sister, took their horses and arrived. The girl, terrified, fell on her knee, hearing Blue-beard sharpen his knife from below. As she saw a cloud of dust arriving she screamed again “Brothers,dear brothers, come save me!”. And Blue-beard called her from below, telling her to come down since his knife was sharpened. But she saw by the window her brothers crossing the fields surrounding the castle, so she called them one more time, and she heard back the voice of her younger brother “Be happy, dear sister! We will be here ina  moment!”.

Meanwhile Blue-beard, tired of waiting, decided to climb up the staircase to fetch his wife He took her by the hair and got ready to stab her in the heart, when the three brothers busted open the door of the castle, and with their sabers killed Blue-bear. They then hanged his corpse in the forbidden room, where the murderer joined his victims. The brothers then returned home with their sisters, and all the riches of Blue-beard were hers.

The Murder Castle (or the Castle of Murders depending on how you translate it)

Once upon a time, there was a shoemaker who ahd three daughters. One day, the shoemaker met a well-dressed man who had a somptuous carriage. He looked very wealthy, and he had fallen in love with one of the daughters of the shoe-maker. The girl, who was happy to have found a rich husband, quickly left with him. As they were on the road, as the night was falling, the well-dressed gentleman asks her in a rhyme “The moon is so clear, my horses are so fast, my beloved, do you regret nothing?”. The girl answered, “No, why I should I regret anything? I will always be safe with you.” But as she said that, a great terror appeared in her heart. They reached the man’s castle, in a great forest, and everything inside it was beautiful.

The following day, the gentleman said he had to leave for a few days due to important business. He gave her all the keys of the castle, so she could admire all her new belongings. She quickly explored the castle, and was happy with how beautiful everything was... Until she reached a basement, where an old woman was scrapping viscera off the floor. “What are you doing here, old woman?” “I am scrapping guts, my child. And tomorrow, I will be scrapping yours!”. The girl was so afraid she dropped the key she was holding, which fell in a container filled with blood. The old woman then said “Now your death is certain, because my master will see that you went into the room where nobody is allowed to enter, except me and my master.” 

[Note that when the man gave his wife the keys, he did not gave her any instructions that she cannot go in this room, this is the first time we hear of this. “The Castle of Murders” has been written in a very oral style, which also means a choppy, slightly incoherent narrative style - for example, right after this sentence of the old woman, we have an aside by the narrator that explains “It must be known that the two older sisters of the girl died in the very same way”. What? We just learn that suddenly, out of nowhere, it just comes like “Oh by the way, there’s a whole other story with the girl’s sister we didn’t tell you before, and that bears no impact on the story, but we’ll just say it here).

As a cart of hay was about to leave the castle, the old woman told the girl her only way to survive was to hide under the hay and escape the castle through the cart. The girl did it - and when the lord came home and asked where his bride was, the old woman told him “Since I didn’t have anything else to do, and since she would have been killed tomorrow, I already killed her. Here is a lock of her hair, here is her heart, and here is a bit of her blood still warm. The rest was devoured by the dogs, and now I scrap the guts.” The lord was happy to learn she was dead.

But meanwhile, the young girl in the hay cart arrived at a nearby castle, where the hay had to be sold. She escaped the cart, she told her story to the occupants of the castle, and she was allowed to live there. Some time afterwards, the lord of this castle organized a grand feast where he invited all the nobles of the area. The girl had her face and her dress changed in such a way she couldn’t be recognized - because the “lord of the castle of murders” had been invited. When everybody as gathered, every guest had to tell a story. When it came to the young girl’s turn, she told the story described above. While she told her tale, her husband (who was a count/earl apparently) was so afraid he tried to escape - but the good lord of the castle had prepared everything, and the forces of justice cpatured the beautiful gentleman. The tribunal imprisoned the murderer, had his castle destroyed, and gave all of his riches to the young girl. She then married the son of the benevolent lord that had rescued her, and she lived for many years with him.

The end.

[theatregaymer]

A Royal Relaxation

Merry Early Christmas @tickleraptorss​! I’m your secret squealing santa this year! I absolutely love the Chocobros and was excited to see your prompt come my way. I hope you like it and have a wonderful end of 2022!

Life in he royal capital of Insomnia was not the cakewalk some people thought it might be, especially for certain officials...most of all a certain heir to the throne of Lucis. Noctis Lucis Caelum had no idea just how much of his younger years were spent avoiding responsibilities of the crown until he had turned eighteen. Through hard work, medical science and a bit of luck he had overcome the crippling injuries sustained as a child and was now a rather physically fit twenty year old properly considerable for inheriting his father's legacy.

Of course he didn't do it alone, he learned from a young age he would need to surround himself with trusted companions to help keep him standing tall, and that's exactly what he did. Though he couldn't have anticipated that through their years together, Ignis, Gladio and Prompto would end up being more precious to him than just about anything else in the kingdom. Eventually the four of them moved into the same space together, Noctis citing that he needed Ignis to help with his scheduling, Gladio to keep him safe and Prompto to...well that one was more thanks to Ignis insisting that the blond could keep Noctis happy as his friend, but really it was more like he added that goofy element that just seemed to keep things lively in their large condo.

And such a thing was neccessary on days like today, as the prince got out of the car, met by Gladio at the front entrance so his royal guard escort could be relieved of duty...thank god. His tasks lately were so suffocating, listening to old men complain about policies that benefited the common people, how they should be demanding harsher repparations from the empire of Niflheim over recent petty squabbles. Some of them were also the crafty types already trying to butter up Noctis himself, hoping to gain their houses favor with the future king. It was so exhausting and depressing to see the state of the people who were supposed to have his father's back when leading the nation. "Tired Noct?" Gladio asked as the two rode the elevator upwards, the shield of the prince having this comforting air about him as the royal was able to let his hair down, figuratively at least. He leaned against the larger man, groaning slightly. "It's just a lot today...ugh all those bastards care about is their money and reputation. We narrowly avoided a war and all they think of is themselves." Gladio knew better than most how Noctis hated most of his own duties, but skipping out wasn't really an option for him...not if they wanted to avoid a chastising from the old man...or Ignis for that matter. "Well Iggy was whippin something up last I heard, and Prompto's off work today too so you can have the rest of today to relax huh?" He ruffled the prince's hair affectionately, earning a soft chuckle from the twenty year old. The two would then go on to enter the large condo that the four men all shared, curtosey of the crown of course. The smell of something delicious wafted through the air as they came in, Prompto apparently taking a shower before dinner. Ignis of course, greeted the two upon their entry, calling from the kitchen. "I do hope your recent responsibilities have left you hungry Noct...I decided tonight to make something a bit more labor intensive after all." The prince peeked into the kitchen, knowing better than to offer to help since his own culinary skills were lackluster at best. "Oh um...yeah, famished." He said, curiosity filling him to the brim before a certan blond seized him around the middle. "Noooct you're home!" The only issue with the normally welcome embrace of course being that the professional photographer was still wet from his shower. "Gah Prom come on, can't you fully dry off first?" He complained, though with a large smile on his regal face.

Thankfully for the blond, he quickly retorted so as to avoid a scolding from Ignis. "Hey I'm mostly dry. I'm not dripping or anything, I just couldn't wait to see you!" About now was when Noctis noted that Prompto had indeed rushed out after likely ensuring the minimal amount of drying neccessary, since he was only wearing boxers and not much else. "While blondie here puts some clothes on..." Gladio's voice chimed in, effortlessly lifting Prompto up and slinging him over his shoulder. "You should get in the shower next Noct, take some time in the hot water to cool off, ya know what I mean?" The prince nodded, "Ah yeah, I could use it." He replied, feeling a bit of his own exhaustion creeping in as he went to retrieve a set of evening wear before cleaning up. He didn't miss Gladio dragging him into one of the two bedrooms though, likely to chastise him for running around their place in his skivvies. Just before the rush of water overtook his ears however, Noctis could have sworn he heard the muffled sounds of laughter in the air...maybe it was just his imagination though. Of course, many thoughts were floating about Noctis' head as he stepped into the heated water. For some reason his three partners seemed very much....overly comforting today, in their own ways of course. It gave Noctis some fond sensations in his stomach, the feeling rising into his chest almost enough to ache as he felt like all he really wanted right now was to relax with the three of them, curled up in a cabin somewhere out in the wilds for a week or so. He couldn't deny that more than the others, he tended to crave affection a lot of the time, though sometimes Prompto could give him a run for his money. Once he finished cleaning up he dressed in a comfortable black top, some gym shorts and black socks to keep his feet warm. He spent some extra time blow drying his hair out of course, liking the extra fluff he got from it before making his way out. Prompto, now dressed in pajama bottoms and a tank top, was setting the table while Gladio helped Ignis bring the food over. "Ah right on time." Ignis stated, finally having the chance to come over personally to hug the crown prince. "Welcome home." He stated, before giving a small kiss to the boy's head. "Tonight is grilled barramundi, daggerquil rice and chiffon cake for dessert." As the two made their way to the table, Noctis had to wonder if there was some special event he missed, or celebration he forgot about, but no, apparently the three of them all together just agreed to take the night to relax together. Dinner was a fun and eventful time, the four men having getting plenty stuffed while joking around, soft flirtations being tossed into casual conversation and even a game of footsies under the table with a certain freckle faced photographer. Noctis felt at least somewhat relieved after things began winding down, with he and Prompto double teaming the cleanup duties, he was never quite as thankful as times like this for having a dishwasher. Soon enough while Ignis himself was taking some time to clean up, the other three boys were all on the sectional, watching some random cartoons on the television. Little did Noctis know however, that the tone of the evening was about to go into overdrive. "Hey Noct, you've definitely been in a mood lately yeah?" Gladio piped up, causing the prince to look over and blink. "Huh? Oh well, it's been exhausting yeah..." The prince admitted, hearing Prom chime in from his other side. "Emotionally draining, upsetting, nearly traumatizing?" He spoke with a clearly over dramaticized tone, giving the royal reason to pause his thoughts as he raised his eyebrow. The two of them were acting rather odd, well more than usual, even without Ignis around for the moment. "We figure you can use some tlc, somethin to help you relax and cheer up." His shield stated, the prince unsure as to what he meant before he saw Gladio hold out his hands, palms up.

This gesture seemed rather innocent to Noctis for the time being, as he placed his hands in the others. "I guess...I could definitely use a nice distraction after the week I've had." He gave a soft smile, an expression that unfortunately was replaced quickly by surprise and slight alarm as Gladio's hands closed tightly around his own before raising them up over his head, Noctis forced up into a kneeling position. 

"Huh? H-hey what the heck are you-" It was too late for questions, the realization hitting the dark haired young man at the same time Prompto's fingers did. Skittering up and down his now very vulnerable flanks, the blond happily sang out the words he dreaded hearing. "Tickle tickle tickle~" The prince spasmed, always having a weakness that was so easy for the others to exploit. He hated being tickled usually, finding it utterly embarrassing...of course that was usually just when he was on the receiving end. "GEHEHAHA AH ahahaha prohohomptoho nohohHOHO Haha guhuhys comeahahan!" He writhed about almost instantly, tugging at Gladio's grip to no avail. The blond didn't make things any better either, his hands dancing along the very vulnerable ribcage as he made sure Noctis couldn't get his legs off the couch to mount any sort of defense either.

For all his protesting and wriggling around, Noctis noticed that both Prompto and Gladio were tormenting him, and yet neither of them were being overly forceful, just enough to ensure he was able to laugh and not escape. While it was true tickling would never be his preferred method of unwinding, Ignis had always told them that laughter enacted an involuntary relaxed state...so it wasn't like this was the worst thing. "Ah I'm surprised you aren't going after these." An oh so familar voice was barely noticeable to Noctis, before he felt dexterous fingers make a quick dash along his upturned socks. "HYAHah NAha nohoht bohothha Ihihignis hehelp!" The caretaker to the future king walked around to Gladio's side, sporting a bit of casual yet fashionable evening wear of his own as he admired the laughing prince. "Why Noct it's been over a week since I heard you laugh so genuinely. I dare say you could use the break. So why don't I help make things a bit easier?" 

Easier!? Easier for whom!? This cruel four-eyes decided to take ahold of his wrists, freeing up Gladio's own larger hands to dish out whatever additional torment they saw fit. And it only got worse from there, with Prompto taking Ignis' words to heart and yanking his legs back until he was partially leaning on the armrest of the sofa. And as Gladio's fingers began wriggling into his taut stomach, the prince felt his best friend start clawing playfully at his soles. "GAHAHAa AHah ah ahah naha nohohoh nahaha this ihihisn't fahaairrhhehahha aha this is tohorture!" He cried out, tugging on Ignis's hold, though not with all his strength. "Now now, I believe it's perfectly within reason to want to help you relax, we do care after all...so long as you don't laugh yourself sick all over the furniture." Ignis was always so methodical with his taunts, it really got under the prince's skin. 

Though words under his skin was nothing compared to fingers under his shirt! Gladio making this point very clear as he felt those strong hands beginning to skitter up along his bare abdomen. "HYAHAHAha Hahah ah ahah youhuhuh suhuhckhahahaha hohohh AH AHAH NAHAHAH!" Tears of laughter began to form in the corners of Noctis' eyes, Gladio taking his words as a challenge as he suddenly chuckled with that sinister deep voice of his before his shirt was shoved upwards, fingers scrambling about in his bare underarms. "What was that Noct? Hah if I didn't know any better I'd say you were wanting something more challenging. And here we just wanna make you happy."

Noctis was shaking his head, trying in vain to kick his legs as he felt Prompto's lithe fingers peeling away his socks. His size ten and a half feet mostly bared for the blond as blunt fingernails began to scratch at his soft arches and claw at the plushy balls. "For real Noct, we want you to smile a bit more. You've got it tough enough already ya know? Least we can do is spoil ya with laughs yeah? Hehehe but uh if you decide to get payback, know that it was Gladdy's idea." The prince in peril shook his head quickly, feeling the tears beginning to dribble along his cheeks as his socks fell from his freshly bared toes now. 

For the briefest of moments, he felt like his worries were actually somewhat erased by the men he loved so much. Of course this was swallowed up in the storm of laughter from all four men at the hilarity of the prince's predicament. "Tickle these tooooes!" Prompto would sing out. "Here let's swap Iggy, I bet you want a turn." Gladio's voice was next. "Ah how thoughtful. If I recall, our young royal here always had a soft spot for these." Dexterous hands squeezed at his bare flanks and hips, Noctis cackling like some wicked witch when he heard the briefest intake of air before feeling the older man's lips press to his abdomen, right around his navel as he blew a wicked raspberry. "AAHAHAAAAHAHah! AHah STAHah STAHahap enahahaughheheha ah aha ah CHahaha Chocobohoo CHocoohohoho!" Long since decided on as a mutual safeword between the four of them during their roughhousing, the phrase almost immediately brought the tickling to a halt, a soothing palm rubbing affectionately at his stomach while Prompto massaged his feet, slightly reddened from their treatment. 

"Ahah...ahah hah....oh god you guhuuys." Noctis fixed his shirt as soon as his wrists were released, Gladio actually using a pocket tissue to wipe away the tears he'd accumulated on his face. "Heh gotta admit, you make quite the cute little tickle target...your highness." Noct playfully slugged his shield in the arm. "Shuhuht up." He retorted, finally getting into a normal sitting position before feeling Prompto practically wrap around him. "You guys are lucky I'm so tired and stuffed...mmph you owe me." Ignis chuckled softly, moving to sit at the far end of the sectional, propping his feet up on an ottoman before beginning to change the television to something they could all wind down with.

And as the films intro began to play, Gladio getting up to make some popcorn despite the massive meal they'd already had, Noctis was left to cuddle with Prompto, making the blond promise to reapply his socks for him before bed. The life of a prince could be tedious of course, but for Noctis at least, his companions ensured that there was never a dull moment.

[shellswritesstuff]

chocobro squishmallow headcanons please... I beg

WHAT AN AMAZING ASK... THANK YOU

[I'll put the picture, followed by the lil blurb that comes on the tag. Big thankies squishmallow wiki jsjsj-]

Noct

This is Benedict 😭

"Benedict grew up in a small family as an only child, and enjoys his privacy and quiet time. You can usually find Benedict kayaking or fishing alone, but if you ask him, he will welcome your company any time! Grab your floaties and jump in!"

Prompto

Greeeegory... 🤭

Meet Gregory, the go-to photographer for all things nature. Gregory takes amazing photos from all over the world, he just got back from a trip in the Mallow Mountains! He loves sharing the amazing things he sees with other 'mallows. Where should he go on his next photo-adventure?

Ignis

AMALIEEEE- 🥰

Meet Amalie. She loves slithering through the jungle with her iced coffee before she starts her day. Amalie is a vegetarian chef and works hard to keep her menu tasty and intresting, her latest menu features jackfruit with a variety of beans. Do you want to try the nacho cheese?

Gladio

Owns this lil dude in every size. Kaitlyn!!! 😭

Meet Kaitlyn. This loyal and loving lemur is your new best friend and workout buddy! Kaitlyn loves going for runs, swimming in lakes, and hiking. Her latest hobby is mud running! She may get dirty, but she always has her precious pink glow!

BONUS

Cindy

DEFINITELY HAS HAL WITH HER IN THE GARAGE!!

Say hi to Hal! Hal is a mechanic in training, and loves to learn all about cars and trucks! Hal’s practicing so that he can build a custom car one day and go on a road trip! He wants to see the ocean, eat new foods, and maybe even make friends along the way.

Dino

Badabing, badaboom. You can't tell me Dino hasn't made this lil guy a freaking necklace.. Omar!

Omar loves crystals, gems and jewelry and has an eye for finding the beauty in everything he does. He hopes to be a jeweler one day!

[errantknightess]

Ship: Noctis/Prompto || Words: 1,287 || Domestic fluff

Prompt: Sharing a warm drink on a cold night

[Read on AO3] (with a bonus illustration by MoonlightWanderer - thank you!!!)

*

Noctis stifled a yawn and looked around the dark kitchen again, as if something had changed in the last fifteen minutes since he came there. The tile floor felt cold under his bare feet, and the insistent sucking in his stomach grew more and more annoying as his eyes slid over the messy counter top.

It was strewn with open packets of crushed potato chips, remains of cold take-out noodles, and a couple leftover pizza slices still in the box. Just four hours ago, he and Prompto had been more than happy to chow down on all this while the last Justice Monsters V boss kicked their asses – but right now, none of it tickled his fancy. His stomach simply demanded he had to have something, and refused to specify the details.

“Noct?”

Prompto’s voice startled him out of his thoughts. Noctis turned around, searching his face in the dim blue light from the window. Even with that, Prompto’s concerned frown was hard to miss.

“Hey,” Noctis said quietly. “Did I wake you up?”

Prompto shook his head. “Nah, wasn’t sleeping yet. You were gone for a while, so I thought I’d go check on you. Everything okay?”

Noctis’s stomach squeezed again, in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with food.

“Everything’s fine,” he said quickly. “I just... have this craving. For nothing particular. I get it a lot recently, after training and stuff. Warping makes me feel all kinds of weird. Guess that’s one of them.”

“I kinda get it.” Prompto sent him a commiserating smile. “I’m the same after running. Usually I drink some water to trick my stomach.”

Noctis sighed. “Maybe I should just have some tea to help me go to sleep. Got pretty cold standing here, anyway. Would be nice to warm up.”

“Oooh, I have a better idea!” Prompto perked up, his smile growing wider and brighter now. “I know something that works wonders. Let me treat you!”

He slipped into the kitchen and gently nudged Noctis out of his way as he got to making... whatever it was he was making. Puzzled, Noctis watched him retrieve a pot from the cupboard and milk from the fridge, and climb on his tiptoes to reach for the little jars of spices on the upper shelf.

There was something patently domestic about seeing him move so freely around there, so at home, knowing where everything was and not needing to ask if he could take this or that. It made Noctis feel a lot warmer already, his chest flooding with a steady, radiant glow.

“It takes a moment to make, but I swear it’s soooo good,” Prompto explained, dropping a spoonful of tea leaves into the simmering milk. He added a hefty lump of honey, too, and slowly stirred in some cinnamon and other dark dried bits of spices that Noctis couldn’t quite name in the low light. The air swirled with a sweet, heavy smell as the steam billowed up into their faces.

What a good excuse for the bright flush on his cheeks.

“There! I think it’s ready.” Prompto turned off the stove and carefully poured the mixture into two mugs. “I hope you like it. I might have gone a little heavy on the cloves.”

“Smells great, at least. Cheers.” With a smile, Noctis clinked his mug against Prompto’s and put it to his lips for the first scalding sip.

It tasted amazing.

The heat of the spices tingled in his mouth, prickling like tiny needles through the soft sweetness of honeyed milk. As the heavy warmth settled in his stomach, the nagging empty feeling finally ebbed away, replaced by dense, pleasant grogginess. Noctis felt his eyelids starting to droop. Prompto’s quiet laugh chimed in his ear, much closer than he would expect.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep standing up. Come on.”

A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder and steered him out of the kitchen, then on to the living room couch. Noctis slowly sank down into the cushions, holding his precious mug high while Prompto threw a blanket over them. He could already tell it was going to be incredibly hard to get up from there later and go back to bed – but right then, he didn’t mind at all.

They sat there, curled up in the pale light of the neons outside the window, and slowly finished their drinks. With each sip, the cosy comfort weighted down on Noctis’s eyelids more and more. Next to him, Prompto was a solid spot of warmth pressed up to his side, humming a low tune that thrummed through Noctis’s chest with how close they were sitting.

Before he knew it, the soft melody had carried him to sleep, his head tucked against Prompto’s shoulder.

***

Noctis isn’t sure what woke him up. Maybe it was the cold of the empty mattress beside him as he rolled over; maybe the quiet rustling and shuffling coming from somewhere in the dark apartment. He can’t ignore either of these – so he throws away the sleep-warm blanket and drags himself out of bed to investigate.

He finds Prompto in the kitchen, gilded in the dusty light of the single bulb over the stove. He’s looking out the window, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the counter. The shadows under his eyes are deep and purple like bruises. He always looks so tired these days – and living together over the past couple months, Noctis has gotten a good idea why.

“Can’t sleep again?”

Prompto turns to face him, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. It’s just – weird. Too dark.”

The blinds are open, filtering in the glow of the snowy street outside. It’s still nothing compared to the searing white glare of the floodlights that they’ve only taken down a few weeks ago. For the past decade, darkness used to mean daemons, danger and death. It’s no wonder Prompto’s senses go on high alert as soon as the sun starts to slip under the horizon each night.

“Come here,” Noctis says quietly. He pulls Prompto in, close enough to plant a kiss on his temple and feel Prompto’s body instantly relax into his chest. His sleeping shirt feels clammy under Noctis’s fingers. Noctis wonders how long he’s been standing out here.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asks.

“A little,” Prompto lets out a small laugh. He presses even closer, burying his face in the crook of Noctis’s neck. “Not as much now.”

Noctis jolts as Prompto’s icy nose nuzzles his shoulder. “Uhuh. Sure. Come on, let’s get you warmed up.”

Prompto obliges with a pout, releasing Noctis from the embrace, but making no move to step away or return to bed. They both know at this point sleep is not in the cards. Noctis keeps one hand on Prompto’s waist as he sets out to work, pulling out a banged-up pot and a carton of milk.

He has to do with fewer spices, and their tea is not the fancy kind he used to keep stocked as a teen. Still, as it all starts to simmer, the wafting steam carries the same sweet scents he remembers from years back, familiar and comforting.

“Here you go.” He presses a full mug into Prompto’s hand, fingers closing over his on the warm ceramic. Then, they shuffle two steps out of their tiny kitchen to the couch in the main room. Prompto melts against him on the lumpy cushions, cradling the steaming mug in his lap.

There’s a drop of milk clinging to his bottom lip. Noctis leans in and kisses it clean off.

The dawn is not long away now – and when it comes, it finds them still and serene, fast asleep in each other’s arms.

[ffxvficrec]

by MrsMneme "It's been a long time since we sneaked out of Citadel together, right?" Noctis asked. He was driving his restored Regalia, his eyes still focused on the road ahead. "If you mean going out together and completely alone, then yes." Ignis replied, smiling at his beloved husband. "I'm so grateful and excited. But you don't have to bother planning the trip and driving me there yourself." "You're buried in tons of work night and day. If it's not me, no one can drag you out." The King chuckled. "Besides, we never had a honeymoon yet." for Ignoctweek2024 SFW Day 4 : Marriage Life (Proposal, Wedding, Honeymoon) in X Words: 3087, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum , Ignis Scientia , Gladiolus Amicitia , Cor Leonis , Prompto Argentum Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia , Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Established Relationship , Marriage Proposal , Honeymoon , Angst and Romance , Story with Arts

[royalight]

UNPROMPTED, always accepting

@lucisol asked: he spins her around very slowly, holds her at her waist, pulls her close & stares into her eyes. ❝ just what I thought⸻ beautiful as ever! ❞

"Oh!"        girlish   giggles   parted   rose-tinted   lips,    a   soft   crimson   followed,   painting   over   her   ivory   features.           "Prompto    ...."       that   face   of   his   was   always   so   precious,    playful   smile   captivating.        It   caused   her   dainty   hand   to   raise,   soft   palm   pressing    against   his   cheek.     

"You    ...   always   know   how   to   make   my   heart   race."       and   then   she   leaned   in   closer,       her   head   tilting   upward   until   their   lips   were   mere   inches   apart.    

Her   eyes   gleamed   with   adoration    ....            she   really   didn't   know   what   she   had   done   to   deserve   such   a   wonderful   man    ......

[itfitsitshipsart]

3, 5, and 13 for self insert lore!

For my FFXV S/I then!

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

Mosty positive. Mostly. Noctic sees her like a big sister, they were close ever since he was little. Prompto definitely considers her bestie material, the kind you send memes to at 3 in the morning, and caption 'reminds me of you' (he also had a crush on her when they were in high school, which thankfully when she turned him down they were able to stay buddy close). Iris looks up to her. She's a beloved friend, and they often talk romance to one another. And uncle Cor, he adores his little girl. His niece is his most precious thing, and it's been this way since she was born! Like, he will fight anyone who dares think himself good enough to marry Evelyn (yes, even perfect Ignis. Iggy legit sparred with Cor to prove how serious he was in wanting to ask for her hand)

Gladio is where it gets complicated teenage years onward (like, I should write a whole essay about it). On one hand, he was a little cold to her because he noticed how she liked Ignis (and he is so very gay for Ignis). But then, as time went on, he realized part of his problem was that he kinda liked her as well! (His poor moment of "Oh shit I'm not gay, I'm definitely bi!" XD) There's quite a bit of growth between the two, though, and Evelyn and Gladio get to a point where their friendship is strong once more. He accepts that she really loves Ignis and he feels the same, and Gladio finds happiness in seeing two of his best friends together. He will tease though, and heaven help anyone who gives them grief cause that's his job!

5. does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

Yes! She, even as a child, was quite receptive to magic, able to wield it quite well when it's given to her. As a child, she was not only with Noct so often to play with and be a friend, but she also helped him grow accustomed to and practice his magic. With the king's blessing, she was able to warp along with other forms of magic, but warping was her favorite. She let her magic go when she grew older, but it returned to her with the death of King Regis, much like it did for the Kingsglaive.

I suppose another power (which I wanna talk about) is that she has a decent draw stance. Evelyn's not much of a fighter, but her uncle taught her a lot about wielding his weapon of choice, a katana. He gifted her a blade of her own for her 16th birthday. She isn't the best with the blade, but it's clear by her stance and precision that she was taught by a master.

13. does your self insert have any information about their family?

Imma just give you her childhood as it pertains to family XD

Evelyn's mother was the eldest of two, and her father was an only child. Her uncle, Cor Leonis, rose quickly in the military and in status thanks to his skills, and in part because of this, her mother met her father, who was also in the military. Evelyn had one sibling, a younger brother, who was constantly in and out of the hospital since birth. Not long after her brother was born, her father left for on a mission outside of the city of Insomnia. Unfortunately, his team was never heard from and presumed dead.

All of this happened while Evelyn was too young to fully grasp everything, but her mother was distraught. Her uncle Cor helped out how he could and began taking her for a few days, then for weeks at a time.

After a few years of her living with her uncle almost more than with her own mother, her little brother died. She barely knew him, so she didn't know how to feel. Her mother couldn't take living in Insomnia anymore, though, but also realized she couldn't take care of her daughter. Not properly, at least. Cor had been taking care of Evelyn quite a bit by now. He understood her, knew she had friends (one being the prince no less), and offered to take custody. Evelyn was given the choice, and she chose to live with her uncle.

Her mother tried to write to her after leaving, but eventually the letters stopped arriving. Whether she simply stopped writing, or the mail was unable to make it through, Evelyn didn't know.

In the game, when everyone is in Lestallum, the group can help Evelyn find out more about her mother, as the last of the letters said she was there. After searching around town and talking to some locals, it is discovered that her mother passed away in a work accident at the power plant some years back. It's made clear that she always hoped her daughter would live a happy life, and she is given her mother's wedding ring; one of the only personal items left.

[a-earthssprout]

🎄⛄ answered asks ! // children's memes. ( no longer accepting ! )

@librarywent sent: “No, you cannot have another, Ari! D-don’t give me those adorable puppy eyes!” From Prompto 💕

IT MAY NOT SEEM SO, BUT WHEN CUTENESS SEEPED THROUGH and saturated her eyes and pout, it was not an intentional form of manipulation, but rather a more natural occurrence. Little Ari could not help the way that her eyes shimmered with innocent desperation when they were locked onto something she loved dearly, or how her bottom lip quivered when the need was not met. Perhaps this was a consequence of attempting to suffocate her upset, for Ari was not a fitful child and would never dare to display such disagreeable behavior, no matter the disappointment—especially not for Prompto, who was only ever so kind, understanding, and patient with her. But Ari was indeed emotional, and felt things deeply, and in spite of her best efforts to hide such things, how these emotions were written so plainly on her expression could not be helped. 

So when Prompto made mention of the look in her eye, she instantly shifted her gaze away and let it fall onto the reason for all of this—the jar of peanut butter, which only one spoonful of the precious substance was allowed in effort to prevent tummy upset. In turn, this apparently caused terrible heartache … 

“ nnn … no, thank you … ? ” repeated Ari in her own language—the most basic way that one could understand things. Right, he had said NO, and she was an obedient little girl who always did as she was told, just as she was conditioned to. Ari nodded, though, because—again—she could not help how her emotions influenced the way her face looked and the way her body moved, so the nod was a rather sad one. She hung her head low and took a large step back from the jar of peanut butter. 

“ o … okay … nnn … no, thank you … ”

[winemum-ignis]

“The power of Kings... reduced to a torch.”

[iizuumi]

smol something for @faierius as a small thank you for writing that kitty prom fic ♥ Thank you again. It was a great ride

[gingerel]

When things are really rough at the Citadel Noctis tends to fall asleep during lunch, catching up on the precious sleep that had been denied to him in the recent days.

Usually, he’ll disappear for a few days and return looking even more exhausted than normal and there won’t even be a discussion before they sneak up to the roof to eat their lunch. Prompto will explain to Noctis everything that went down during his absence — usually not very much — and as soon as he’s well informed and better fed Noctis will fall asleep right there.

At the start of their friendship, he would bundle his blazer up under his head and lay down on his side, looking in Prompto’s direction like he had every genuine intention of still talking, or simply resting while they finished their conversation even though he never manages to keep his eyes open for more than a few minutes. Over time he progressed from there, to lying with his head close to Prompto’s thigh to eventually on Prompto’s thigh when it was just too cold to take his blazer off. And now —

Noct breath washes warm over the exposed skin of Prompto’s neck, and he turns in closer as a breeze rustles past their quiet refuge, his chest pressing more firmly against Prompto’s arm. Class is soon but the skin under Noct’s eyes is bruised dark enough almost to rival his hair, so Prompto ignores their impending return to the real world and continues to scroll aimlessly back and forth on his phone with the one hand he has available.

Noctis has his other arm, wrists clutched tightly in both hands like he thinks Prompto could ever possibly want to be anywhere else but acting as an upright quasi-mattress.

They’re friends, Prompto knows, best friends.

But also.

Noct stirs against his shoulder, his nose brushes against Prompto’s ear before his lips flutter almost imperceptibly against Prompto’s jaw.

They’re friends, best friends, Prompto knows.

But sometimes at three am in Prompto’s shitty house with the light of their video game burning their eyes Noctis will cup Prompto’s jaw and pull him in for a kiss. They’ve never really talked about it and generally they don’t really do anything like that when they’re not buried far away from where prying eyes can see them, so Prompto doesn’t know what Noctis wants - if they’re actually more than friends or if they’re just best friends that kiss sometimes.

That’s probably a thing, right? Prompto doesn’t really have anyone else his own age that he’s close enough with to ask and if he dared ask Ignis the adviser will know immediately why he asks, and this precious little thing might slip through his fingers like smoke.

Noct inhales deeply and Prompto can feel his chest expand against his bicep, one of Noct’s hands slips into his and a finger traces across the crease in his palm.

“Noct,” Prompto says, voice rougher than he had anticipated. “You better wake up, dude.”

“I am awake,” Noct says immediately, startling Prompto so much he drops his phone into his lap.

“Oh,” Prompto whispers.

Noct pulls back from shoulder and Prompto turns his head on instinct. It would be so effortless for them to kiss now but instead Noctis leans forward to rub their noses together and nuzzle his way across Prompto’s cheek until his face is pressed back into Prompto’s hair.

“Why are you being weird?” Noct asks.

All of the breath in Prompto’s lungs wheezes right out of him.

“Me!?”

“Yeah, you,” Noctis says, and he pulls back again even though the exact notch of his eyebrows says he’s not happy about it.

“You’re the one that’s —”

Noct snatches his hands back.

“Sorry,” Noct says. “I didn’t realise you wanted to keep it private.”

Prompto sputters, “You’re the one that —”

“What, no, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Prompto insists, “You started it and then you never mentioned it and we never -”

“I did not start it,” Noctis interrupts.

Prompto blinks. Noctis definitely kissed him first, has kissed him first every single time.

“Come here,” Noct mumbles, his hand cupping Prompto’s jaw and dragging him close to press their foreheads together. Noct sighs and on the exhale he breaths the word, “Idiot.”

“Shut up,” Prompto whines, tilting close for another sweet nuzzle of their noses.

“We should skip our next class,” Noct suggests.

Noct won’t get in trouble, but Prompto might. Even so he just says, “So we can talk, right?”

“Sure,” Noct agrees, entirely unconvincing. 

[ivelostmyspectacles]

#relatable 

but really

*looks into the camera like he’s on the office*

[icharchivist]

Though i should mention that like, ff15 does such a good job at setting up what is going to hurt you later that it’s incredible coming back to the start of the game and see just how much they planned on hurting you.

Spending time in Galdin Quay genuinely breaks my heart now because all i’m thinking about is the state we find it in when Noctis comes back near the end of the game. The place is so full of life and joy and pretty things, it’s where you feed cats and joke with the cook and fish for the first time, it feels like such a positive place. And when you come back the first time and see how it changed, it’s horrifying.  And then you come back to the start and it’s this beautiful place again and all i’m feeling personally is just this dread. I’m walking and having fun and once in a while suddenly it’s like a picture of the devastated version of the place flashes into my mind and i shudder and shiver and coming back to the actual game feels out of place. 

There’s other things that jumps out in the same vein, mainly, lots of things about Ignis and his sight and therefore, future lack of. There’s so many jokes about how he has a sharp eye to analyze situation and drive and it’s just impossible to ignore just how ironical the whole set up is.

Yesterday Prompto was joking about wanting to forever eat Ignis’s food and how once he was married Noctis will have to learn how to eat food from someone else than Ignis, and joking about how Ignis’s food is sure steps ahead canned food, and all those light hearted banter just makes me shudder thinking about the very specific scene of the first camping after Ignis loses his sight where you have to eat canned beans in complete silence, all of them realizing that Ignis can no longer do all of that. 

And i remember how when i first reached this scene, i was genuinely unwell, because like... it’s such a way to show you how everything that happens to the characters affect the gameplay. The gameplay isn’t just something to get through to play the game: it’s used to tell a story.

Basically you’d lose a lot to ff15 if you only watch a cutscene movie on youtube or something, because compiling just the important plot scenes will tell you want you need to know, yeah, but it won’t show you the visceral ways in which it is changing everything for the protagonists. How the sacrifices they go through are also sacrifice you, as the player, will also have to make.  Everytime the bros lose something, we lose it too. And it’s extremely effective on an immersion level.

I’m trying so hard to ignore the main plot and focus on having fun with the boys, but everytime there is something, just in the GAMEPLAY that suddenly make me flash to the horrors of the future and the bittersweetness of replaying the game is taking me fully.

I think ff15 is really an effective game when you actually play it and definitely try to just have fun with the charas, and totally give in on the stuff they like to have fun with: often cooking with Ignis, often fishing with Noctis, all this sort of things. Because all of these are really set up so that if you were diligent with doing them in game, they show you the emotional impact little things can have.

But yeah, it really makes replaying it hard, even by trying so hard to ignore everything that happens once at Altissia. Every good memories we make are so heavily tied to how it’s going to come crashing down, that as much as you want to love the present knowing you will lose it, it’s just. it’s just always looming that this is what you’re going to lose. And it makes everything more precious and more dreadful at the same time.

god this game.