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              𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙞   of  𝘫𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘯,   adored by emily.                                                                carrd   /   art

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mr. blue, you did it right, but soon comes mr. night

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         𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚡𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠,  when they’ve enough gil from hunts to not find themselves around a campfire for the night. ignis is grateful to not smell of smoke for a night, instead on cotton sheets / freshly showered. no matter where they slept, he would always find himself next to noctis, as if it were instinct. his rightful place, guiding / guarding. his mind only ever stills when he knows noct is safe for the night - the fact that that’s necessary now makes him miss days of arguing over school work, or chauffeuring to the arcade. everything is different, everything is worse.

        𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, a small comfort as he stares up at the ceiling. sleep will not find him tonight, and not a word will be said of it as he holds tight to a can of ebony in the morning. he’s content to lay and think, but noct suddenly squeezing his hand startles him out of the façade of thinking the other was asleep. his breath catches in the quiet of the room, and there’s a moment where nothing happens, before he sighs, and squeezes back three consecutive times of his own. the kiss he presses into noct’s hairline simply cements the message  -  i love you.

    random.             @regaelia​ !!

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          𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎-𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛  rings through the halls as they stumble, more often bumping into each other than walking forward. there’s something soft in the way he finds his hand on prompto’s back, guiding him forward. ignis does not often find himself in such a state, but the gala had been boring, and prompto had done nothing but encourage him, all 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨. when did his heart begin to stir every time the blond smiles at him ? he admits to himself that this is not what he expected, the softness in his heart whenever he lays eyes on his husband. but here he was - falling quickly, with little of his usual grace to be seen.

          𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,  they make it to their rooms without issue. but when prompto falls onto the bed, ignis leans over him, the champagne still goading him into smiling down at him, with his hands set on the mattress above the smaller man’s shoulders. why don’t you stay here, prompto says, and ignis didn’t even think of the possibility. his back has grown used to the discomfort of sleeping on a couch ; and the mattress is ever so inviting, the blond atop it even more so - he finds himself glancing at pink lips, then quickly back up to blue eyes, lest he be caught.    ‘   . . if you’re certain.  ‘ 

 source                                       . . .    @gunmyth​ !!

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𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭  \  sentence starter pack,  i.  feel free to change wording  \  pronouns as you see fit. 

don’t go. 

please, don’t go. 

it hurts. 

this hurts. 

we can’t be friends. 

you shouldn’t be here. 

stay here with me. 

it doesn’t feel like you care. 

i can’t feel your heart. 

i’m so alone. 

i need you here, with me. 

there’s nothing left. 

we’re up in flames, the both of us. 

it all comes crashing down. 

i don’t know what to do. 

you won’t go with me? 

why don’t you stay here? 

i’m going alone.

my heart’s broken. 

they broke your heart. 

where did this come from? 

how did you get this scar? 

who is {name}? 

what are you saying? 

i shouldn’t have come here. 

it’s like we’ve become strangers. 

who hurt you? 

who did this to you? 

please, don’t ignore me.

please, say something. 

is there something i should know?

i’m not leaving you here. 

you can’t do this to me. 

after all that we’ve been through… 

there’s something you need to know. 

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26/28 (more from this)

bonus: ur hammerhead mechanic bf starts wearin ur clothes and maybe accidentally pops a button wyd

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from Poem of the End: X (tr. by Elaine Feinstein)

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28 👀

prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno :

                                      . . .         @gunmyth

             WATER BEATS DOWN ON THEM, the air in the bathroom hot with both steam and tension. his hands sit trapped in the space behind prompto’s knees, holding him up steady while ignis rocks into him. he relishes in the sounds he’s able to work out of prompto, breath heavy and wet where it lands against the blond’s collar. there’s a swirl of pride, deep in his belly at the fact that he keeps them steady ; not slipping on the tile as he manages to hold prompto up and fuck himself into him. 

            A LOW HUM SOUNDS IN HIS CHEST, and he bites down where prompto’s neck meets his shoulder at a particularly strong wave of pleasure, numbing the tips of his fingers and leaving his brain fuzzy.  ‘  oh,  ‘   spills from his mouth without warning, voice heady as he says,  ‘  fuck.  ‘  desperation comes to light in his movements, as he readjusts his grip so that he might go faster, just a bit deeper.  ‘  . . .  so good,  ‘  tumbles past pink lips, mixed in with the quickening of his breath. ignis won’t last much longer, especially not as prompto’s nails dig small crescents into the hard line of his back. 

            HIS PALMS SQUEEZE TIGHTLY WHERE they grip prompto’s legs, trying to gain attention from him ; but for a moment, he’s lost, gasping into ignis’ mouth as their pace only quickens.  ‘  tell me,  ‘  he  asks, though it isn’t much of a question. prompto will understand, will know exactly what he’s asking for, because he’s asked for it so many times before  :  tell me how it feels, tell me what you’re thinking when i’m fucking you senseless.

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my dash isnt usually this horny

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it’s in the defined waltz that leads up to ignis, turned away and hunched over the pile of dishes that seem far too big for just one week. in the way noctis slides both his arms around the slim waist in front of him, toying with the seam of buttons below his fingers. he leans in, tip toed to reach up and mouth at the exposed surface of ignis’ neck, “ missed you... “ breathed out before one dedicated bite that blooms under his teeth. “ shouldn’t leave me alone for that long. “

        𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒  his lips as he can’t help but lean into the hands around his middle. after a week of endless meetings, noct’s hands felt so easily like home. they signaled that he could breathe, and stop thinking so hard, if only for a moment. with the addition of noctis’ lips on his neck, ignis stands no chance to resist. he’s turned to putty, pliant and warm with a low hum in his throat. when teeth find themselves against his skin, he can’t help the appreciative sound, and suddenly he’s pulling lightly at noct’s wrist, tugging him forward so he may box him in, cornered against the countertops.  ‘  i can say, with the utmost certainty,  ‘  and he pauses, hands framing noct’s face so he can more easily dip down to kiss him fully, thumb gently brushing over his cheek. he offers a small swipe of his tongue against the other’s lip. but leaves it at that, pulling away to finish with,  ‘  i missed you more.  ‘

                               . . .    @regaelia !!

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gunmyth​:

   𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐒,  and by waves of salt & sea beating relentlessly at some,  old,  tired lighthouse,  prompto’s heartbeat   𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 & 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙—  rattling injured ribs,  and pushing rapid blood shed to the surface of fresh wounds.   while the young man can barely feel it til he has been picked from the ground,   𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖   in ignis’ arms is a nauseating sensation that freely eats away at his stomach, the only thing keeping prompto from upheaving, having been the endless cold front spreading through his arms and legs,    𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏.

it is   𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓,   in flowers,   that is a beautiful color to watch blossom under moonlight…   yet,  the way his blood appears to bloom the same in puddles and stain the leopard print of his partner’s button up,  𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜.  thank the gods,  if prompto could have the energy to do so,  that ignis could not see it—  the way his freckled face grows pallid,  the way his head cants in towards the man’s throat,  preparing for the worst-  always-  and clinging with weak hands   𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,   as he is carried forward into the dark so that he might just live in this cruel world, just a few moments longer.  

“   i–  iggy …   “   the lights of the haven welcome them home,  but the welcome is not sweet rather than it is sour,  prompto’s head lolling backwards   𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕.   what can he say, what should he say?  though the delerium at least he knows this, he has to say something & he needs to say it fast.  they promised never to leave each other, but prompto is afraid he will break that    𝖛𝖔𝖜—   the bedroll he is placed upon not nearly as forgiving as the advisor’s chest.   “  s- … s- sorry—  i’m… s…sorry.  “

            𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇,  following in footsteps taken not more than minutes ago. they’d left to hunt, trying to find something that ignis could spin into giving them warm bellies for the night. but straying from havens had become so much more dangerous, as the sunlight had dwindled into a longer, and longer, and longer, and longer darkness, unending in its  ＤＥＶＯＵＲＩＮ���  of the horizon. their path taken to end up facing red giants was easily remembered, as more often than not, ignis found himself memorizing his own steps, in case of unfortunate moments where he would have no one to guide his unseeing stumbling.

            𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅  a feeling almost tar-like, 𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍  as it numbed the tips of his fingers. there was not much he had left in this world - in fact, most of what he had was bleeding in his arms. he finds himself praying to the astrals, and subsequently thanking them when he finds the familiar footing of the haven they’d been at for two days now, their things still out and the leftover coals from a fire the night before still leaving the air with a twinge of the scent of smoke. ignis bites back a sad noise in his throat as he clumsily sets prompto down. there’s a ringing in his ears, shrill alongside prompto’s voice. when he apologizes, ignis can’t help the snarl of his upper lip, the anger in his voice when he says, ‘  no you aren’t.  ‘   the crack in his voice is ignored.

             𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄  of a potion, ignis nearly sobs with relief, something unfurling in his chest. he slips the potion into prompto’s hand, and guides him into crushing it ; waits. a beat, two, three - but it’s wrong, it’s all wrong because there is no change. the rise of prompto’s chest stutters beneath ignis’ fingers, and suddenly that tar is back in his lungs, drowning him swiftly and without mercy. he begs, quietly, please, not both of them, you can’t take them both. fingers held in panic’s grasp dig once more through a nearby bag, and catch on the sought after : the feeling of soft down as a long feather pricks his finger. quickly, it’s retrieved, and snapped over prompto’s body. again, with bated breath : he waits, and waits, and waits.

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And Ignis?  He hunts, too. We tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen. He said, if anything, he’s more used to the darkness than we are.  Never did get his vision back…  I’m afraid not. But, that being said, he gets by pretty well on his own.

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nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

WORDS:  “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.”  “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.”  “i want you to touch yourself for me.”  “let me hear you, baby.”  “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.”  “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”  “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.”  “make me.” “be quiet.”  “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?” 

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gunmyth​:

   𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄,   which weighs down prompto’s slender limbs.  it is the wear & tear of a fight that has not stopped since the day king regis lucis caelum died,  that attempts to drown him.   the loss of ones love   𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙢;  created to be an empty vessel for a mindless machine.  yet,  in spite of all that attempts to drag him down to the depths where starscourge was born,  prompto sees a light in his companion whomst   𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍—   the younger’s pistol “quicksilver” drawn and shooting a starshell towards the red giant attempting to tear them asunder in their moment of weakness.   

“ c’mon, iggy!  c’mon, man.  you got this, just a lil’ more and we’re   𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊   free. “   blood drips down from his comrades forehead, down into eyes that no longer work, tainting brown lashes a sticky red while prompto watches in real time.  twisting the man so that his back is no longer exposed to the red giant, 𝒃 𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒏 & 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏,  prompto finds his feet leave the ground before anything else–  a rush of wind past his ears, and then exploding pain in his ribs and side as he lands a ways a way from where the battle had originated.   𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙,  surprisingly as he lays there, nor did he at the impact;  it was as if his mind could not catch up with the collision of the daemon’s   𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞  to his torso until minutes after it had happened.  even the blood, which pools around him from the painful wound that mars up from his hip to across the flat pane of his chest where he’d been slashed, was not acknowledged until the field which they battled lit a flame with magic.  fire, red, hot,   𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝  the only thing that keeps prompto’s eyes (quickly blurring and unfocusing) on his still fighting companion across the way.  fighting in the flames,  fighting without their kings blue glow to accompany them.  𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, and only as prompto starts to see black creeping upon the edges of his vision does he whine out in pain;  no more than a whisper as breath crushes as it forms within withering lungs.  pallid face pressed cheek first into muddled ground.

                                                                 “ i… i– ignis? “

     @spelldagger​ gets a starter for when noct’s taking his 10 year power nap.

                    𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍, nearly eight hundred days of an endless darkness. travelling was never ideal, but necessary for them. they work well together, effortless in battle and domestic in every other way. prompto’s constant hand was always ready to catch him if he fell, and ignis was always beside him with oaths to never leave. now, they take down enemies with a teamwork scarcely seen in others, years of practice showing through coordinated attacks. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮, can’t sense an oncoming attack. when suddenly he’s he’s struck in the head, he falls, prone in his stunned state. but it’s only seconds before prompto’s hands are on him, pulling him back up and into the fight. his thanks is said lightly, daggers held in hands with strength found anew - but the world spins, air rushing in his ears as prompto takes his place - 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, and there is no one telling him to keep fighting. 

                    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒, teeth gritted as he dodges and attacks with fervor. at one point, he calls out to prompto, expecting to hear a familiar response along the lines of.  oh, hi there, opening !   - but it never comes. instead, he hears his name, said by a voice dripping with pain. he stutters in his movement, barely stepping out of the way of an attack as he assesses the situation. if ignis attempts to kill the red giant on his own, there would be no assuring prompto’s safety,  𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨’𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. for ignis, there’s no choice but to rush to where he’d heard his voice, hands fumbling through foliage, searching for warmth. and when he finds it, there’s little time to coddle, one arm slipping beneath prompto’s legs and the other under his back to lift him. he whispers an ‘ i’m sorry, ‘ at his own rough movements, jostling the wounded with regret. as soon as he’s steady, prompto nestled securely in his arms, ignis flees, undignified in his retreat as flames lick at his back from a missed swing of blade by the red giant. he’s aware, acutely, of warmth accumulating on his shirt ;  𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤. he tries to bite back his nausea, at least until they find safety.

[spelldagger]

how many aus can me hera and seph make before we die

[spelldagger]

I spent a long time falling toward your slender, tremulous face—a long time slipping through stars as they shattered,

Mary Szybist, from Conversion Figure (via wishbzne)

[spelldagger]

              for one so normally composed, his reaction is nothing short of obvious. the way he suddenly fumbles with the book in his hands, his cheeks grow a warm pink, and his breath stops in his throat.  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵,  just ignis reading quietly as prompto scrolled through his phone with his head in ignis’ lap. prompto’s voice breaking the silence is nothing new, but his gentle admission has ignis flustered, all thoughts fleeing his mind at once.

              for a moment, nothing happens. he can see the tiny smile on prompto’s face, the twinge of pink high on his cheeks and that look in his eyes ignis has seen so many times before, that look he sees in the    𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.  that look is love, tender and natural and right. when his heart catches up to him, he folds his book closed and sets it gently on the arm of the couch, repositioning himself so that he might more easily bend down and kiss prompto softly on the lips. 

              the touch wont last, however, as he’ll move on to kiss prompto’s brow, his forehead, the bridge of his nose and the tip of it, will ask him to shut his eyes only to press fluttering kisses on his eyelids, his cheekbones and his jawline ; all the while murmuring it back : i love you, i love you, i love you.

                                                . . .       @gunmyth​ !!