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destiny-islanders · 6 years

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The Prompto Pile - FAQ!

Hi there, everyone! I’ve been getting a lot of questions about the Prompto Pile! I’m so happy that people are interested and want to know more. I thought that, instead of continuing to answer each question individually, I’d make an FAQ post! I’ll include a link to this FAQ in all future posts about the Prompto Pile!

So! Here we go!

What is the Prompto Pile?

It’s a collaborative art project that invites visual artists to draw their own depictions of FFXV’s resident Best Boi, Prompto Argentum, so that they can be included on a giant canvas with a bunch of other Promptos drawn by other artists! Writers are also invited to contribute Prompto-centric fanfiction to a portfolio chock-full of sunshine photog goodness! The Prompto Pile is a giant heap of fandom positivity and the appreciation Prompto deserves. :>

Who can participate in the Pile?

Anyone! YOU! :)

What are the guidelines for submissions?

For all submissions, regardless of format

ALL PROMPTOS, DRAWN AND WRITTEN, MUST BE SUITABLE FOR WORK CONTENT! No suggestive themes, no nudity, no excessive blood, please! If you wouldn’t show it to pre-timeskip Talcott, please don’t add it to the Pile!

PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR TUMBLR HANDLE IN THE TITLE OF YOUR FILE! This will make it much easier to ensure I can credit everyone when I post each new Round of the Pile.

What kind of Prompto can you submit? The sky’s the limit! I’ve seen Prompto in all of his outfits from the main game, as well as AU Promptos from fantasy settings. As long as it’s clearly Prompto, I’m sure it will be right at home in the Pile.

Guidelines for artwork

For digital artists

Wondering about canvas size? I’d recommend working on a big canvas. It’s easier to shrink an image down to fit in the Pile than it is to stretch it out. I’d start with around a 5 x 7 in canvas with at least a 300 dpi resolution.

Transparent backgrounds, please! That makes it much easier to layer into the Pile.

For traditional artists

Please try to take the highest quality scan or photograph of your piece that you can

Putting a thick, dark outline around your Prompto will make it much easier for me to edit it and include it in the Pile

For writers

There’s no limit on file size! But please try to limit your entries to just one fic so that everyone is consistently featured.

Gen fics are preferred.

Prompto must be the focus of the piece! It can be told from another character’s perspective, and of course other characters can be featured, but the main character has to be Prompto.

How do I submit my piece?

The Prompto Pile lives in a Google Drive. You’ll find a link to the art section of the Pile HERE and a link to the fic section of the pile HERE.

So, how do you submit it once you’re in the folder? You won’t find a submit or upload button anywhere. (I looked.) What you have to do is open the file explorer on your computer, click on your contribution, and drag it into the Prompto Pile folder.

Click HERE to see more detailed instructions on how to upload files to a Google Drive!

I submitted my piece to the Pile. When will I see the post it’s featured in?

I’ve decided that I’ll post updates to the Pile with every 10 additions I receive! (Which has been every day since its inception, I’m happy to say!) That way it’s really easy to see the growth and progression of the Pile between posts. If the rate of submissions begins to slow down, I might wait to post the newest Round for a couple of days. I guess it depends on the regularity of submissions. :)

Can I post my individual submission to the Pile on my blog?

Of course! Your artwork does not have to be a Pile exclusive. In fact, I encourage you to post your individual piece so that people can have a chance to see it in full size and appreciate all of the details! :)

Is there a deadline for contributing to the Pile?

Nope! The Pile can remain open for as long as there’s interest and people who want to participate! I will say this, though: I do plan to share the Prompto Pile with the official FFXV account on Twitter on May 11-- for a Fanart Friday! I think this project is a testament to how much this character means to the fans, and I think the FFXV team would probably appreciate seeing it. :)

So-- if you’d like to be included in the version of the Pile that I send to the FFXV Twitter, you’re going to want to get it in by May 11th at 12pm EST!

Will there be another Pile in the future?

I think it’s a pretty safe bet to say that YES, there will be! After the Prompto Pile has had a chance to run its course, I may post a poll to gauge interest in a future Pile. (Putting it out there-- I definitely would like to do one for Sora from Kingdom Hearts in anticipation of KHIII’s release. Once that release date is announced, you’ll see more details about a Sora Pile. :>

Thank you so much for your interest in the Prompto Pile. I hope you’ll be able to submit something for it and join in the love. <3

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #prompto argentum #prompto #ff #prompto pile #long post

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heartonmytrigger · 6 years

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Detroit: Become Human Verse Headcanon Master Post

Ey, it’s time to break the sunshine Chocoboi in another universe. Leygo!

Prompto was originally an android similar to Kara. His function dealt more with animals than humans however.

Due to Prompto being similar to her in function, he can change his appearance like Kara can; even his eyes can change colors.

Prompto’s model and serial number are NH200 and #059 532 340 and was created on October 25th, 2035.

The owner of the android was a woman named Juliet Argentum. She was a very compassionate, loving woman who traveled around the world to help the less fortunate. She owned animals back at home and decided to get an android to care for them. She named the android Prompto. She treated it almost like the son she never had.

Juliet had a husband named Adonias who hated androids. Whenever Juliet would be away, Adonias abused Prompto and broke it several times. Never enough to cause a shutdown, but it did need repairs which he took care of quick to not raise suspicion from Juliet.

One day, Prompto became deviant from one of these altercations. He tried to fight back, but lost. He didn’t try to run away or harm Adonias after the fact because he wanted Juliet to be happy. He thought she was happier if everything just stayed as they were. She had always told him that he should treat others with love and kindness, to never harm them.

A year later, Juliet passed away from an illness and Adonias resold Prompto to someone else. The buyer reset him (and thus his deviancy) and repurposed it to be a photography android (like a photographer for hire for weddings and such). It forgot all about its past with Juliet and Adonias.

Some time later, NH200 was stolen from the rental store by a madman. This guy was similar to Zlatko in that he experimented on androids and tore them apart. However, he just stole androids instead of luring deviants to play with.

Seeing the amalgamated androids this guy created, NH200 became distressed and as the psycho started experimenting on it specifically its eyes, NH200 went deviant and killed the man.

This broke NH200′s eyes causing them to change color seemingly randomly (later, it’d be found it is based on his emotions). No other damage to his eyes is obvious.

When NH200 became deviant for a second time, he remembered everything that happened with Juliet and Adonias. Adonias’ abuse and Juliet’s words.

Before escaping the house, the amalgamations begged NH200 to kill them and end their suffering, but he refused because of Juliet. Thus, he fled the house.

NH200 retook his old name (Prompto), ripped out his LED, and changed his hair style and color, so that way he wouldn’t be recognized as an android.

Now, Prompto is wandering the streets of Detroit as he tries to figure out who he is and how to live now.

Prompto is unable to keep up his maintenance since he’s living on the streets and is slowly breaking down.

#detroit au headcanon #abuse trigger

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jade-bellatricus84 · 7 years

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Promptography 101 (part 3)

Okay guys! Here it is! Part 3 of my University AU staring Professor!Prompto and once this segment is finished I am hoping to do segments with the other Chocobros as well! Anywhos! I am SO SORRY this took so long to hash out! Life has been a real bitch to me and I hadn’t been able to do any writing lately until finally last night!

I would like to tag @geekgoddess813 @atarostarling @moonraccoon-exe @inconsistencys and @silverdriftdragon you guys are the literal best and I love you! Thank you for inspiring me to keep my head up and in the game. (both figuratively and literally. bahaha)

Summary: While out shopping you bump into Professor Prompto and proceed to spend the next few hours with him.

Warnings: Um, I don’t think there are any? If any of you find something that may be triggering PLEASE do not hesitate to let me know and I will make sure to properly tag it!

Word count: 1679

So! Without further ado, I give you, Promptography 101 (part 3)

You told him where you lived and he took off in that direction. The drive was amazing. He was a cautious driver despite going over the speed limit. He had such a strong back and you loved leaning into it. With your arms tightly wrapped around him you could tell he was fit. Sure he wasn't ripped like the hot P.E. professor you kept hearing about, but he definitely had muscle. You knew he had great arms, the man seemed to hate sleeves. As you were wondering how well built he really was you felt the bike slow to a stop by your apartment building.

“Here we are, mi'lady.” He stabilized the bike before helping you down. “I like the scenery it's so-”

You had slowly taken the helmet off and shook your hair out. When he stopped talking you had assumed he was searching for a word that fit but glancing at him told you otherwise. He had been looking at you. There was a faint blush to his cheeks as he quickly looked away.

“Ah-um-sorry, Y/N...That was- really inappropriate of me...I-sorry if that made you uncomfortable...” He seemed to be really flustered, just from watching you take the helmet off.

“Hm? Oh, no, it's fine really!” You smiled softly as you hand the helmet back to him. “Safety first, Bright Eyes.” You gave a soft giggle as his cheeks went an even brighter shade of pink.

“Y-Yeah, thanks, Y/N. Um, I should-I...I should go...” He turned to get back onto his bike. “I'll-um-see you tomorrow...wait-no-tomorrow is Saturday...no classes...I'll see you Monday.”

“Yeah. See you Monday...hey, Bright Eyes?” He paused in his movement to put his helmet on to look at you. “Thanks again for today. It really means a lot.”

“No problem. Anytime, Princess, anytime.” He put the helmet on and started the bike. He checked to make sure traffic was clear before giving you a wave and driving off.

You took a deep breath as you went inside, questioning what all of this meant. Were your feelings only amplified because you were emotionally unstable when you bumped into him? What did his reaction to watching you take his helmet off mean? How could you repay him for his kindness? All of these thoughts swarmed through your head, making studying impossible, and so you decided to take a nice and long hot bath to de-stress. You went to start the water for the bath and then started to gather everything you would need. You grabbed all your lavender scented bath items; bath bomb, bath salts, scented candle, bubble bath, everything you could think you might want. Then you went to grab you pajamas and a few fresh towels. Once you had everything officially ready you turned on your sound simulator and set it on the 'ocean waves' sound before settling into the tub for some much needed relaxation.

The next morning when you woke you decided to go take care of some shopping that needed to get done. Grabbing your keys and wallet you head to the nearby market. This market was your favorite, mainly because it had everything you could ever need somewhere in one of the many stalls. Your eyes looked around and, after wandering around grabbing the essentials, landed on none other that Prompto Argentum. He stood talking with another man about his age with raven colored hair and a bored expression. As you watched them the other man smiled and laughed and suddenly you recognized him as the University's Mythology Professor. You suddenly had the idea of somehow repaying Prompto for his kindness from the day before.

“Prompto?” Before you could stop yourself you called out to him. He turned in your direction, an involuntary reaction to hearing his name.

“Y/N, hey! Good morning, how are you?” He gave you one of those blindingly bright smiles.

“Good morning. I'm okay, thank you. I just...thank you, again, for yesterday, I really appreciate it.” You gave a soft, shy smile. He chuckled softly and shook his head.

“Hey, no problem.” He paused a moment, turning slightly back to the other Professor. “I'm gonna head on, finish running my errands. I'll meet you guys at Iggy's later tonight.” The raven haired Professor quirked an eyes with a smirk on his face as he nodded and turned to leave. He glanced at you, that smirk never leaving. “Yeah, sure thing. Have fun.”

“What?” The blonde seemed a tad confused as the other male walked away.

“I think he got the wrong idea, Prom...” You had said it teasingly but you wondered if maybe he really had gotten the wrong idea.

“What? Nah...Noct likes to mess around like that.” He shrugs some and gave you a soft smile. “I'm like...75% certain he was just messing around.”

The two of you began to walk throughout the market place. At one of the market stalls there were some really cute chocobo and moogle keychains.

“Oh my gods this is so cute!” You couldn't help but cry out as you saw them.

“Yeah, they really are. Oh! Give me just a second...this vendor has a new camera lens I've wanted for a while.” Prompto jogged off to a stall a little bit away and you took the time to purchase a keychain. The vendor told you that they were running a buy one get one free deal so you got two matching keychains.

You planned to give one of them to your Professor as thanks for his kindness yesterday. You hid the keychains and went over to him. He was purchasing the lens and getting it properly packaged to take home.

“Sorry, Y/N, didn't mean to run off on you like that. I've been looking for this lens for months. It's really popular with wildlife photographers. Man, I'm glad I switched rides with Noct.” He laughed softly, his face beaming.

“Oh, no, it's totally fine. I'm glad you were able to get it!” You found yourself smiling back at him. “Hey, so...I've been walking around for the last couple of hours and I'm starting to get hungry...would you...maybe...like to join me for lunch?”

“Really? Sure, I mean, if you're sure you want me around?”

“Uh, yeah, dude. Why wouldn't I? Also...why ask if I didn't mean it?” You gave a soft giggle and gently nudge him.

“Ahaha! Good point!” His laugh had you melting.

“Of course it's a good point, Bright Eyes. It only makes sense.” You were so relaxed and in such a good mood.

The two of you made your way to a chic cafe. It was pretty empty despite the crowd at the marketplace. You sat in the back corner in some comfy overstuffed armchairs.

“Gods, I need an Ebony.” He suddenly said as he fought a yawn.

“You drink Ebony?” He didn't strike you as an Ebony consumer.

“Believe me, I don't drink it for the taste.” He said with a laugh. “I drink it for the caffeine. Some days it's the only way I can function.”

“Really? I'm sorry...do you want anything to eat?”

“Yeah, but I'll get it...don't worry about it.”

“Uh, no, this is on me. I invited you here, besides, I owe you for yesterday.”

“No, you don't. I didn't do it so you would owe me, Y/N.”

“Regardless. I'm getting this. Now...what do you want?” He seemed to realize that you weren't going to give in and sighed.

“I'll take a club sandwich with a pasta salad on the side. Please and thank you.”

“Club with pasta salad. Got it. Do you take cream or sugar in your Ebony?” You seemed to really be in your element at the moment.

“Uh, yeah, two creams, three sugars.” He smiled softly.

“Got it. Okay, I'll be right back.” You skipped up to the counter and placed the order.

Prompto watched you the whole time. You were beautiful. He quickly averted his eyes as you came back with two mugs in hand.

“Ebony, two creams, three sugars. Trish will bring lunch over when it's ready.”

“You really seem to know what you're doing here. Is that coincidence?” He asked genuinely curious.

“No. I did a few barista/waitressing gigs back home during my high school years. I loved the work and most of my customers, but it just wasn't my passion, you know?” your eyes locked with each other and he nods.

“Yeah, actually, I do. I've been there. I know exactly what that's like. I got lucky, though, ending up doing what I love. Not everyone gets that privilege, and I thank the Astrals everyday for the fact Regis saw potential for a class otherwise I have no idea what I'd be doing.” He smiled softly.

“You're on a first name with the Headmaster of the University? That is so cool!” You were so impressed with this ball of sunshine.

“Yeah. Noct is his son and we go way back. Known each other going on 10 or 11 years now. Pretty much the same with Ignis and Gladio too” He smiled fondly. “Of course Ignis, Noct and Gladio pretty much grew up together, so I was the late arrival but, yeah, we're all pretty close.”

“Now, Noct was the Professor from earlier, right?”

“Yep. That's the one. Noctis Lucis Caelum, the University's resident Mythology Nerd.” He laughed softly and you couldn't help but laugh with him.

“Which ones are Gladio and Ignis?” You were curious about the other two.

“Gladiolus Amicitia and Ignis Scientia. Gladio does Phys. Ed. while Iggy does the cooking classes. If we keep hanging out like this you're bound to meet them.” He gave you a charming smile.

“I think I'd like that.” You smiled.

“To meet them or to keep hanging out?” Gods, how could he be so smooth?

“Both.” You felt your cheeks heat up.

Thankfully, it was at that time Trish arrived with the food. The two of you started to eat and any conversation was about the food. You knew you were going to get yourself into trouble though. You were falling in love with your Professor.

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hanalwayssolo · 7 years

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Every Picture Tells A Story

You and Me and The Bottle Makes Three: Noctis | Prompto | Gladio | Ignis

This marks your third glass of champagne.

The first and second were both a toast to the newly-weds. As you watch the bride and groom—both your dearest best friends in all of Eos—soak on each other’s love and dance their fairytale evening away, you cannot contain but share their bursting happiness. Finally, after all this time, they’ve realized that they are each other’s match—the Mr. Darcy to their Elizabeth Bennet, the Han Solo to their Princess Leia. Finally, you get to witness that true love really does exist, and that the very people you hold close to your heart get to bask in that magic. Finally, you get to believe…

Well, a skeptic like you wouldn’t go that far.

In most cases, seeing is believing; but you, being married to logic for the entirety of your life, have always yearned for personal proof. All your life you’ve held only the belief that true love needs more than seeing—one has to experience it, heart and soul consumed, all five senses compromised.

And a skeptic like you who have loved and lost have been waiting to experience that searing kind of love you’re witnessing right before your eyes.

Weddings do have a peculiar way of unearthing a certain kind of loneliness and all the depressing ruminations at the most inopportune time.

Hence, this third glass of champagne you downed is a toast to your misery.

You were already so busy pouring yourself your fourth round of drink that you failed to notice the blonde photographer flop right next to the vacant seat beside you.

“Hey, look at this shot!”

You swivel in your seat and you face him, trying to make sure he was actually talking to you. There was no one else in your table—everyone happily migrated their asses over at the dance floor—but all you were able to say is: “I beg your pardon?”

He didn’t quite understand your confusion; he was slightly buzzed, and honestly, so are you. But still, he goes on to shove in your face a shot of a couple with a hilarious facial expression plastered on their faces.

“They look like they were about to sneeze on this one,” he laughs, and oh my god why is his laughter music to your ears?

“No, I think she looks like she’s choking on something, like a huge bean,” you correct, and he agrees, erupting that contagious laugh of his that you find yourself laughing along with him.

“Also, check this out,” he scrolls again in his camera and shows you another photo. This time, it’s a photo of the bride and groom caught perfectly with the most awkward look on their faces.

“Wow, now I think I have to keep this—my best friends look like they’re on the brink of orgasm,” you deadpan, and he bellows another laughter. “Gods, you’re the worst official photographer,” you lightheartedly tease.

“Hey, don’t be that way!” he playfully whines, his perfect smile still glued on his face. “I’m just showing you the funny looking ones! Here are some of the good stuff.”

He goes on to show you all the shots he took, from the prettiest of portraits to the most heartfelt candid moments of the wedding. His photos exhibited so much life, and you didn’t waste a breath to tell him how impressed you are. He was beaming, elated and pleased, and you felt satisfied seeing different colors of happiness sweep across his face. You talked for hours on end, and half of the time was spent on fits of laughter—him making a conscious effort to crack you up with all his other funny shots, you being comfortably silly while trying your very best not to get distracted by his strange blue eyes and his cute nose and his little freckles and basically everything that his beautiful face has to offer.

“But personally, this is my favorite,” he tells you, and he shows you a photo of a face you know so well, a smile painted in a face like they were truly and genuinely happy.

“That’s… me.”

“Yup,” he grins proudly, like he’s boasting a masterpiece. “See your smile right there? So unreal.”

The heat rises in your cheeks, the same way you always do when anyone gives you a compliment. But this time, there’s an unknown electricity because it’s this guy whose name you don’t even know yet, and you already feel your heart racing and short-circuiting that you flounder to find the words that you want to come out of your mouth. Fuck, say something, anything—

He squirms out of his seat. “Shit. I’m sorry, you might think I’m such a creep—”

“No!” You immediately counter, thank gods, and you look at him straight in his painfully beautiful eyes. “I—uh, I actually think you’re sweet. And fucking charming. And oh my god, I said that out loud didn’t I—”

He laughs out of relief, and you can swear this time that his laughter is made out of pure sunshine and just looking at him makes everything around him ten times brighter. “Really? Even if I admit to you that I was trying all day to talk to you?”

“Well, you’re now talking to me. I’d say mission already accomplished,” you smile. “And this is insane, we don’t even know each other’s names yet.”

“Forgive me, my lady,” he fakes an accent, and seriously—can he stop being adorable for once? “My name is Prompto. Prompto Argentum.”

In turn, you tell him yours; Prompto repeats it, and the way your name sounded in his voice, how he smiled when he said it, and how every fiber of your body ached so beautifully when he did felt startlingly apt. Like everything unraveled to make sense.

“I—” he sheepishly begins, his eyes still lingering on you, “would you mind if… I asked you to dance?”

Maybe it was the scent of the roses, or your favorite song suddenly playing in the background—but there it was, happening all at once.

Your heart and soul consumed, all your five senses compromised.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ff15 #prompto argentum #prompto x reader #my writing #tw: alcohol mention

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yeaneli · 7 years

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“You’re my sunshine”

Me as Noctis Lucis Caelum from FFXV Aki as Prompto Argentum from FFXV Rozelith Photography as photographer

#promptis #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #noctis #prompto #noctis x prompto #cosplay #crossplay #kiss #final fantasy xv #ffxv #final fantasy #final fantasy 15 #ff15 #chocobros #yeanecos

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tianasidhe-augurelt · 7 years

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Driving Arrangements

AN: This is the first story I’ve written in a very long time, and my lack of focus caused it to take a lot longer to write it. Thanks to my betas for proofreading!

Rated: Teen, SFW

Features: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Aranea Highwind. Mild HighSpecs (Ignis/Aranea), and blink-and-you-miss-it Promdio (Prompto/Gladio). Includes my headcanons of raging pan Gladio (nerfed for now), Prompto being into asses (especially Gladio’s ass), and Prompto having the nickname Sunshine.

Word count: 3139

It couldn't be helped. Ignis had cracked his glasses in their latest hunt, and his spare set was not on his person. The battle had taken far longer than expected, for they had stopped off at Taaka's Cafe for a meal prior to driving the remaining stretch to Keycatrich Trench. Sunset had come not long after their arrival as a roil of thunder coursed the sky, the clouds unleashing their bounty on the parched plains of Leide. Had it not been for Gladiolus's dislocated shoulder (the man kept insisting he would be fine, but any time he tried to move it, he let out a tortured whine), they would have made camp at the nearby haven.

Even in optimal weather, the advisor detested driving at night, but without his specs, it would be foolhardy to attempt it now. Thus it came as a shock, as he crafted a makeshift sling from Gladio's tank top to help limit the amount of movement of the arm, that Noctis offered to take the wheel unprompted. "You are certain, your Highness?" Ignis queried, a note of hesitance in his tone. "I would hate to burden you with..."

"Specs, it's fine, really," Noctis assured him, his gloved hand patting the taller man's shoulder. "Besides, better me than Prompto, am I right?"

Ignis hid a smirk behind a half-closed hand as their blonde companion came trotting over, camera at the ready. "I suppose..." he breathed in mild amusement.

"Guys, check it out!" Prompto exclaimed with glee, holding out his camera, the viewfinder on. "Got a sweet shot of Gladio and Iggy teaming up on the behemoth!"

"More like you got Iggy in frame while aiming the camera at my ass again," Gladiolus chuckled, trying once more to lift his injured arm, biting back another pained sound as he felt something give that wasn't supposed to. He sidestepped as Prompto tried to smack him, recovering enough to laugh warmly.

As they reached the hunter's outpost, someone called out to them from within the barn. "Hey there, boys," came a unexpected (but familiar) female voice. "Don't tell me I missed out on all the fun."

He couldn't help the tiny chuckle. "My... sincerest apologies, Aranea," Ignis intoned, ducking within the shelter and shaking out his jacket, draping it over an arm. "Had we known that you planned on joining the hunt, we would have waited. Your assistance would have been most appreciated." The corner of his mouth upturned as the former Commodore approached. Their paths had crossed a good number of times in recent weeks, and despite her slightly crass sense of humor, she was a valuable ally.

"You could have called," Aranea teased with a tiny pout, hand on her hip. It was an ongoing joke between the two, as she often found the men fighting tough daemons late at night, then would join them for a mission or two. As Ignis came closer, a moment's confusion flitted over her green eyes, her head tilted to one side. "You switching up your look, Specs? Kinda like it." Ignis paused a heartbeat, blinking as he reached up to feel the front of his hair, now missing its signature coif. "Dreadfully sorry, but the rain has seen fit to encourage me to shower," he quipped, gloved fingers running through his hair in vain hope of getting it to once more cooperate.

Aranea laughed, reaching up to tap the spot between Iggy's green eyes, causing him to backstep. "I meant your glasses," she chuckled. "Switched to contacts?"

Gladio's laugh cut across the divide, the Shield dropping into an offered chair as Noctis and Prompto checked with the posted hunters for further intel. "Nah, Iggy just lost them to our target's enthusiasm, and we didn't have the spare set with us. Probably stowed in our luggage or something." He bit back a curse as one of the medics reset his shoulder, then smirked as the strategist suppressed a cough.

"We should be heading back to Hammerhead to report the result of our hunt," Ignis grunted, eyes on the dragoon as the Prince returned. "Noctis has already offered to drive. I trust you have a means back to suitable accomodations, Aranea?"

She shook her head, silver hair swaying. "Nah, damn Nif ship is under repairs back at base, so I had to hitch a ride out here. And since I don't run around with a full camping set-up like you boys have..." "Why not ride back with us?" Prompto chimed in cheerfully, bouncing over with an over-enthusiastic grin. "I'm pretty sure Iggy and Gladdy won't mind you squeezing in with them."

Aranea's headtilt straightened, looking at Ignis as he coughed again, while Gladio's good arm moved to his buddy's back. "Oh I don't mind, but Princess here needs his space," the Shield said with clear amusement.

It took more effort to refrain from glaring up at Gladio than Ignis cared to admit to. "I will... make do," he grunted, eyes turned aside. "But I should warn you, as Noctis will be driving the Regalia, it is up to him as to whether we take on additional passengers..."

"Fine by me, Iggy," Noctis assured him, handing over a flyer with their next potential hunt on it. "Given what we're going to be hunting tomorrow, we could use the extra muscle, anyway. Might as well bring Aranea along and save having to bug her later."

The dragoon glanced down at the flyer as Ignis skimmed it, eyes widening a bit at the sheer size of their next target. "Wow, yeah, good thing I showed up after all," she said with a hint of a purr. "But... is the back seat actually big enough for all three of us?"

"Well, Iris didn't have any trouble fitting between me and Noct, but his ass is so scrawny..." Gladio mused, yelping as a light punch from the Prince landed on his still sore arm. "Hey, take it easy on me!"

"I-I could switch with you, Aranea," Prompto offered quietly, trying to make the situation less awkward. He could see how uncomfortable Ignis was getting and wanted to help.

Gladio reached for the blonde, ruffling his hair playfully. "You just wanna get close to my ass," he taunted.

"I-i-it's not like that!" Prompto whined, batting away his friend's hand, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. It was an ongoing joke in the group that Prom's tendency to take so many snapshots of the guys' backsides meant he preferred asses, Gladio's in particular being the most photographed.

"Nah, I'll be fine in the back, Sunshine," Aranea assured him, her smile as warm as the nearby campfire as she tapped the sharpshooter's nose. "Besides, someone's gotta be in charge of tunes, and I doubt the Prince even knows how to work the radio."

"Yeah, ain't that the truth," Prompto laughed, while Noct rolled his eyes in annoyance. = Fitting three grown adults in the Regalia's ample backseat proved trickier than first expected. As the rain shifted from sprinkles to a more pounding heaviness, they didn't dare lower the retractable roof, and no amount of wriggling permitted enough room for Aranea to fit between the strategist and the Prince's Shield. Compounding matters was Gladio's injury, as it wouldn't do having anything come in contact with it until they reached Hammerhead. Prompto once more offered to switch spots, but Aranea shot it down, declaring she'd find a way... then smirked as she suddenly moved to the far left.

So it was that Ignis, maintaining as stoic a face as he could muster, found himself beneath the leather-clad body of the (former) Commodore of Niflheim's Third Army Corps 87th Airborne Division, his face only a few inches away from the nape of her neck as she leaned back with a triumphant cheer.

"There we go, perfect!" the silver haired beauty declared. "Hope I'm not too heavy for you, Specs," she added, her left hand patting Ignis's on the armrest.

"Not at all," Ignis said with perfect calm, keeping his gaze locked on the side window, his right hand resting idly at his side. He pointedly ignored the chuckle from Gladio, not deigning to let his taller companion witness so much as a hint of the effort it was taking not to focus on how surprisingly supple the leather of Aranea's uniform was, and how it clung perfectly to her backside. Being this close, he picked up on the scent of... cherries? Fascinating...

Prompto turned back around to face the front, grumbling a little under his breath as he set to picking a track from the currently loaded playlist. "Lucky bastard..."

"I heard that," Aranea teased lightly, shifting a bit to settle into a more comfortable position. "I'm too old for you, not to mention that I'd probably squash you. Iggy can handle me just fine." Turning her head a bit to glance back, her tone went serious. "If it helps, I'm really sorry about this."

Ignis met her eyes, the strain of keeping his hands at his side quite telling this close up. "As I assured you earlier, I am perfectly fine," he crooned softly. "Just... try not to move around too much?"

She gave his left hand a tiny squeeze, settling back against him once more, careful to remain as still as possible as the car moved along the dirt road. Green eyes fell closed, the softest breath escaping her lips as she took a moment to relax. "Much comfier than a Nif seat," she admitted quietly.

To his credit, Noctis had gotten quite good at navigating the winding back roads of Leide and Duscae, taking little time to reach the primary passage back down to Hammerhead. However, the rain made for rather soggy running through the unpaved section, so he was forced to keep the car's speed down. Not helping matters was when a roving band of Magitek soldiers dropped down upon them unexpectedly (lightning arching high above being their single moment of warning). Noct let out an unsavory curse as he hit the brakes, causing the Regalia to slide askew (though miraculously not rolling). Aranea was nearly thrown forward, but blessedly saved as Ignis instinctively encircled her waist with both arms.

"Thanks, Specs," she managed, hands on the back of the driver's seat as she caught her breath.

"No need for thanks," Ignis assured her, releasing his hold and reaching for the door latch, allowing her to climb out. He shot a glance at Gladio, who was in no shape to help with the skirmish. "Shan't be but a moment. Do try to remain awake."

"No promises here, Iggy," Gladio grunted, the pain of being shifted against the side door mirroring that of his dislocated shoulder. "Just... come back in one piece?"

A shadow of a smirk crossed Ignis's lips as he summoned a dagger. "Of course."

The battle was in full tilt, flashes of blue dancing around the area as Noctis warp-struck several of the weaker 'teks in quick succession. Prompto was hanging back, unleashing a volley of cover fire to allow the strategist a moment's time to assess the situation. "Some of 'em are souped up," Aranea grunted to Ignis, her spear cleaving the head off of two units in a smooth arc. "Takes a few extra hits to... ugh!"

Ignis was at her side in an instant, deflecting bullets while she prepared her Highwind Technique. "How fares you?" he managed, not able to spare even a second to glance back at her.

"Holding up," she managed, crouching down before launching into the air. Her strike against the last group of 'teks cut short the volley of bullets, blessedly ending the skirmish.

As the smouldering remains of the artificial soldiers dissipated under the pulsing rain, the four returned to the Regalia. "Woo-hoo! We're alive!" Prompto crowed, fist shaking in triumph as he flopped into his seat. "Let's celebrate by eating something dead!"

Gladio chuckled, leaning forward to pat his young friend's shoulder. "Could go for a juicy burger, myself," he said with only a mildly strained voice. "Take my mind off this shoulder, at any rate."

"I'll see what I can whip up," Ignis chuckled, slipping back into the back, hands ready to steady Aranea as she began to climb back in. She was favoring her right leg, likely struck by a stray bullet during the battle's climax. "Aranea, perhaps it would be better if you rode up front?" he asked gently.

"'m fine, Specs," she grunted, trying to smile but wincing as her calf brushed along his, aggrivating the injury. "I'm a tough girl."

She tried her best to remain silent the rest of the trip back to Hammerhead, but every tiny bump had her biting her lip in restrained agony. Soothing hands rubbed at her upper arms, Ignis's voice gentle in her ear. "Even 'tough girls' get hurt. While I admire your strength, it is not shameful to ask for assistance."

"Not the first bullet I've taken," Aranea grunted through her teeth, but let herself shift back against Ignis. "But... thank you." = Prompto and Noctis got Gladio suitably doped up on a Flesh Fortifier, while Ignis took Aranea into the camper trailer to see to her injury. Once he'd gotten the straps loosened from her leg armor and the boot removed, careful fingers rolled up the pant leg. "Hmm, appears to have passed clean through and cauterized the wound," he mused, popping open a bottle of Muscle Stimulant and dribbling a little on some gauze before pressing it to Aranea's calf.

"Nif technology at its finest," Aranea quipped sarcastically, hiding a groan behind a gloved hand as he bandaged over the area. "Probably ammo from their backstock, which means they're running out of the good stuff." Silver hair fell forward as she moved to test her weight on the leg, which blessedly didn't hurt as much now, but couldn't bear much weight.

"They must be growing desperate if they're giving their new troops old equipment," Ignis noted, a hand out to steady her as she bent to roll the pant leg back down. "It's a ways to the nearest hotel. Care to bunk with us here? I could take a chair outside..."

"That's sweet of you, Specs," Aranea purred, moving to slip out of her other boot before trying to stand. "But I'd hate for you to be sore in the morning. I'll stick around for dinner, though." Ginger steps, but the muscles were still acclimating to the pain, and only Ignis' quick reflexes prevented her from falling. "...or maybe I could stay the night?" she added, her smile hidden as her face met his damp shirt.

Chuckling, Ignis guided her to sit once more. "Doctor's orders," he chided mildly. "I'll bring you a plate once I have dinner prepared." = Freshly grilled alshroom-stuffed garula burgers with gysahl pickles made for a satisfactory end to the day. Gladio finished what he could single-handedly, grumbling as the two younger men had to help him up the steps into the camper. "'s fine, 'm a big boy," he drawled, full stomach and medicine warring to render him unconscious, with only the valiant efforts of the other two ensuring he landed safely in the massive bed on the camper's east end. Prompto stayed with him, propping an extra pillow under his still healing shoulder before curling up against his chest for added warmth.

Noctis came back out to help with after-dinner cleanup, side stepping as Ignis came inside to check on Aranea. Fresh specs on his face (a slightly older round style, but still quite fetching), he could better examine the wound. "Hmm, coming along acceptably," he mused. "Should be completely whole by mo..." His voice trailed off, body momentarily freezing as he felt slender fingers brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

"I kinda like it when your hair is down," Aranea said sweetly. "Not that your regular look is hard on the eyes."

"It... does take a modicrum of effort to maintain, particularly in inclemental weather," Ignis admitted, cheeks flushing a bit as he changed out the dressing on Aranea's leg. "But I may opt to keep it down if you believe it better suits me."

Aranea fairly purred, leaning down to brush a kiss to the top of his head. "You look good no matter what style you pick. Might as well change it up once in awhile, right?"

"I will... take the suggestion under consideration," the strategist murmured, his voice a few notes lower to avoid waking the two in bed in the next compartment. Shifting halfway up, he slipped an arm around the dragoon's back, allowing her to lean against him as he guided her to the other sleeping compartment.

The bed at this end of the trailer was smaller than that in the room opposite, clearly meant to accomodate children (the pastel yellow walls covered in glittery moogle stickers further evidence of the room's previous occupants). Much too small for someone like Gladio, but small enough for Aranea. As she carefully let herself sink into the worn mattress, her hand lingered on Ignis' arm. "You... don't have to sleep outside," she said quietly, patting the spot next to her. "Besides, it's chilly out, and I'd hate to be the cause of you catching a cold."

Seafoam green eyes shifted away, Ignis' face flushing as he coughed. "It would be highly inappropriate for me to remain," he murmured, though he made no motion to depart.

"I don't bite, Specs," she chided, her smile warm and inviting. "Unless you like that sort of thing. Besides, it's late, and we'll need to set out early for that hunt tomorrow. Can't have you sneezing while driving."

"Well I wouldn't..." His resolve was waning, the thought of trying to get a proper night's rest in the Regalia looking less and less agreeable. Sighing, he sank down alongside the dragoon, searching the floor on the other side for any additional bedding, only to bite back an exclamation as a hand slid its way about his waist. "Aranea, this is not..."

"Just relax, I won't do anything 'inappropriate'," she teased, mimicking his words as she nestled along his back. "We're both tired. Just pretend I'm Noctis or Prompto if it matters."

Ignis slipped out of his glasses, setting them aside and taking a moment to rub hs face in defeat before moving to face Aranea in the narrow bed. "One night," he intoned, a finger up to punctuate the statement. "But in the future, I will insist on separate beds."

"Deal," Aranea chirped, nestling her head on his chest, smiling as an arm slid behind her shoulders. Gentle lips brushed her forehead, warm breath stirring the silver strands. "Good night, Ignis."

"Good night, Aranea," he murmured gently.

#FFXV #fanfiction #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Ignis Scientia #Gladiolus Amicitia #Prompto Argentum #Aranea Highwind #HighSpecs #fluff #SFW #OMG I am so rusty!#please be gentle!

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withinyourimagination · 4 years

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@badassbarmaid Continued from here X

“We’re actually gonna stick around for a few days. The guys all agree we need a bit of break from constantly being on the road. And yes, that’s why I brought my scrapbook.” The blonde then sat upon one of the bar stools. “What do you want to see first. Some cool scenery? Or... a monster we thought was a mountain.” Prompto smiled at her as he waited for a response.

#badassbarmaid #Sunshine Photographer // Prompto Argentum #This is our story // Interactions #((Hope you dont mind me continuing this!))

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stephicness · 7 years

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Hmm. For the ship thing, how about some classic Promptis. ❤

Yeah! The classic booooooys~ :D Gotta love them classicbooooooys! So here! Have some Promptis!

SendMe A Ship, and I’ll Tell You…

Featuring:Noctis Lucis Caelum / Prompto Argentum

Who said “I love you” first?

Prompto would rehearse it inthe mirror every time he would even so much think about working up the nerve tofinally confess his feelings towards his best friend. A smack of his cheek, ashake of his head, words of encouragement to show that he was ready to finallysay what’s been on his mind for all of these years. ‘You got this,Prompto. Just tell him how it is…!’ He would go out with Noctis, spendingtime with his best friend, going on adventures and outings with him, but alas…He never found the courage to say it, and he hated himself for it. Beaten downand dejected, perhaps this was just the way it had to be. And yet, thatsaddened look on Prompto’s face prompted Noctis to act, putting his hands onhis companion’s shoulder and asking, ‘You know I love you, right?’If Prompto wasn’t going to say ‘I love you’ first, then Noctis supposed hewould do it instead.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

The king of photography,Prompto would feel as if he would be disgracing his profession if he didn’ttake pictures of the guy he was so infatuated with – the muse of his life andthe source of all of his inspiration and peace. He would take pictures of hisfavorite prince without much subtlety, with his camera, with his phone,sometimes doodling Noctis when both are unavailable to the blond-hairedphotographer. He would stare at each picture, admiring the details of theprince’s expression and keeping each memory close. His favorite photograph is,perhaps, the image of himself and the prince as ‘sea-side supermodels.’The salt water and frizzy hair afterwards was worth it in the end.But Noctls himself isn’t above taking pictures of Prompto either, but he’s farmore discreet about it. A picture he managed to snap of Prompto falling asleepunderneath a tree as he was looking through his pictures is the one Noctiskeeps as his background, a bit too embarrassed to show Prompto yet. He hides itbehind a lock screen with a picture of the Crownsguard insignia.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

‘Morning, sunshine!’ and othervarious messages are usually left behind by Prompto over Noctis. Ignis keepsthe boys on a very strict schedule, and Prompto is easier to wake up thanNoctis is – for Ignis is far too spoiling of Noctis to work up the nerve towake up Noctis as promptly as the other boys. So Prompto’s one to hop into theshower after Ignis and sometimes Gladio (whom would rather shower every otherday or so, which quite frankly irks Ignis), leaving these tiny little messagesfor Noctis for when the prince gets up and showers for the day. He had to makesure that Ignis or Gladio don’t find the message first and tease him about it,but unfortunately, they do quite often.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

“Hey, Noct! Check this out!” Prompto’s one to quickly point out silly little trinkets and things as he andthe prince venture around and witness the sights. They’re often insignificantsouvenirs that Prompto at the time would joke about. A chocobo phone charm, forexample, because ‘wouldn’t it be funny if we had matching ones?’ Promptowould chuckle to himself as he moves along, but Noctis seems fixated on thosecharms. Matching charms, huh…? As Prompto finds himself distracted with the sightof interesting subjects to photograph, Noctis – who was finally allowedto carry his own gil for once, considering how bad of a spender he could bewhen Prompto was involved – was quick to by the two phone trinkets, hidingthem away and later gifting them to Prompto. It’s not the first time Noctis hasPrompto in mind for these sorts of things, and so Prompto finds himselfshowered in gifts and items until Ignis has to scold Prompto for inhibitingNoctis with such frivolous spending habits. Noctis does it, regardless of whatIgnis states.

Who initiated the first kiss?

It was meant to be simpleconversations and video games that night when Noctis had Prompto over for thenight as their high school graduation slowly came around. Prompto brought acase of the malt beverages Noctis liked so much that he had gotten from a fewof his ‘connections,’ Noctis had his console set up for the two of them tofinally finish their co-op campaign together, and they were set for the night.The drinks weren’t too strong, but Prompto likes to claim that it was a drunkenconfession the night he finally told Noctis how much he really cared aboutNoctis. Perhaps not in direct bluntness, as he blundered over his words quite abit, but it eventually resulted in Prompto leaning forward for the kiss, onlyto find himself unable to do so as Noctis was too distracted by their game. Hekept it to himself, which perhaps really bothered him to no end.But later that night, he managed to sneak in a small kiss to the sleepingprince’s lips just before he too fell asleep. Prompto could have sworn he sawthe prince smile after he had kissed him. But perhaps it was the drinks playingtricks on him.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Noctis had always been a heavy sleeper. You could be jumping on the bed, rocking out to some music while screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs, and Noctis would still be asleep. Odd, considering that it should be humanly impossible for someone to be able to sleep that soundly, but there Noctis was. He valued whatever sleep he could get, and it seemed like he refused to have that sleep be taken from him. So Prompto would find himself up and about based on Ignis’s schedule, grinning down at Noctis and placing little tiny kisses on the prince’s cheek and face. One kiss, he thought. One kiss should be enough. But alas, one kiss ended up turning into two. And then three. Prompto eventually lost track of all of his kisses, only breaking from his frenzy when he felt Noctis having kissed him back during the latest gesture, grumbling a small ‘Morning’ before he curled back under his blanket. Prompto’s face flared up with its red color before he wrapped his arms around the prince and gave him a tight embrace.

Who starts tickle fights?

“Stop that.” Noctis had to pull his shoulders upwards to hide his neck as he felt the photographer assault his neck with tiny little pokes and brushes of his finger tips. Head rolled around to keep hiding from Prompto’s persistence, grunts of discomfort and annoyance coming from the prince. Always. Always does Prompto do this. He’d attack Noctis’s neck with these tiny little gestures, only laughing even when Noctis told him to knock it off. Because seriously, that felt weird, and it always provoked an awkward noise from Noctis that was a cross between a grunt, a groan, and a whimper. Noctis really didn’t like that feeling, but Prompto always thought it was cute.It wasn’t until the prince decided to jump over the couch and tackle his companion down to the floor that he was finally able to get his revenge – straddling Prompto’s hips and sneaking his fingers up Prompto’s side and beginning to lightly scratch and brush his fingers over his sensitive skin and listening to the panicked laughter and breathy cries for help as Noctis made sure he’d tickle him to death.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

With how long of a shower Gladio too, it ended up not only going well-beyond midnight before he finally stepped out in that tiny towel of his – but he also nearly took all the hot water. And after a long day of trekking through mud, dirt, daemon bodies, and whatever it was that Prompto stepped in as they crawled through that dungeon in Vesperpool, there was no way that Noctis or Prompto would wait until 3 AM until the hot water came back. Sitting in such awful smelling clothing would just be a nightmare for everyone in the hotel room.Noctis let out a sigh, glancing over at Prompto as he scratched the back of his head. Good thing the mud concealed his blushing red face as he spoke, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to muster up the courage to say, ‘Wanna just hop into the shower together…?’Prompto was quicker than lightning to drag Noctis into the shower with him.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work withlunch?

It took Prompto awhile to finally be brave enough to go to Noctis’s apartment on his own accord. A weekend day, Sunday as well, it would be the perfect time to pick up some burgers and fries and just stop by Noctis’s place, right? Well, he thought it was. He was unfortunately unaware that Sunday was always Ignis’s day to visit, preparing Noctis his meals for the day and helping the prince with his homework to be on top of his studies. So when Prompto saw the tall spectacle-wearing man answer the door, Prompto found himself nearly dropping the bag of food as he felt his heart sink into his stomach. Looks like Noctis had a guest over already. He would just leave, he supposed.Noctis, however, came over the door, noticing that Prompto brought food over. He looked hopefully at Ignis, who stared and let out an exasperated sigh. “This is how you’re going to get fat, Noct.” But he understood that Noctis would much rather spend time with his best friend. So Ignis merely shifted his plans, allowing Noctis and Prompto to eat lunch together, and giving Ignis a free afternoon before returning to cool Noctis dinner. With one exception, of course: Prompto would stay for dinner.Free food? Prompto wouldn’t deny that, that’s for sure.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?

It was official: Prompto was finally legitimately dating the prince. His prince charming. The whole idea was so surreal. Like, what was he supposed to do? To say? To let happen? After spending so long hopeless pining after Noctis, it was finally rewarded when the prince said ‘sure’ to Prompto’s date idea to the arcade. Prompto felt himself freezing as he stood in front of the door to Noctis’s apartment. He should just knock. Tell the prince that he was ready to go! But he checked his sweat levels to see if he wasn’t over sweating or smelly. He looked at his phone a few times, thinking that he’d look too desperate if he knocked five minutes too earlier from his time to pick-up Noctis. He did everything but knock. But he waited anxiously until he felt it was time for him to finally knock and ask Noctis if he was ready to go – of course, fifteen minutes after his intended time. But he wanted to be ‘fashionably late,’ because that’s what the cool guys do, right?If only he had known that Noctis spent the entire time staring through the eyeglass of his door, waiting for when Prompto would finally knock. But nevertheless, Noctis waited. Eagerly. Anxiously. But nevertheless, ready and eager to go on his first date with his favorite ray of sunshine.

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Neither of them. That’s Gladio’s job. Because bugs, insects, and arachnids are icky.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

“I really like Noct, okay? He’s smart, and great, and sexy, and he’s got a really like ass!” Noctis covered his face in embarrassment as Prompto swung his arm around Noctis and pointed at the prince. He had intended on just going to make sure that Prompto wouldn’t get too enthusiastic about drinking at this house party, but it looked like Noctis would need to be saved more than Prompto would. Prompto would just talk on and on about Noctis’s may traits, girls asking them how long they’ve been a couple and if they planned on getting married with how close and ‘in love’ they looked. Prompto would just confirm it all, saying that one day, he and Noct would have a marriage under the stars, just when dawn would appear, because that would be fun, right? Prompto thought so, and Noctis secretly did too.But it was too early to be talking about marriage yet. Instead, Noctis swung his arm around Prompto and lifted him up to help him get home without stumbling too much. Noctis remembers everything that Prompto said, but unfortunately, Prompto never remembered much of that night. But that’s alright, Noctis thought. He’d keep in mind their dawn-lit wedding plans, and have the idea close to heart after that night.

#asks #thatkanragirl #send me a ship meme #final fantasy xv #ffxv #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #promptis #stephic writings #why did I decide to write drabbles for all of these answers?#it takes so long...!#but it's worth it #c:

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alicemoonwonderland · 7 years

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Kiss the Sunshine Tree

Request by a sweet anon who asked me to write a prompto who gave his smol female s/o sneaky kisses.

First time writing for the fandom so still getting used to the characters. Hope to write more for this fandom soon.

Requests are open!

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Prompto Argentum / Fem!SO

Rating: T+

Tagged: @stunninglyignis

A/N: I'll edit it when I've access to a laptop later today.

Prompto Argentum was a brat. Albeit an adorable brat whose hair looked like the cute butt of a baby chocobo, but still a brat all right! You huffed as you thought of your sunshine boyfriend while you busied yourself with cooking dinner.

The young man had the infuriating habit to dive in for a sneak kiss attack from time to time. Always when you didn’t expect them. Wait, that was part of the whole sneak thing. Ugh! No he messed up your internal thoughts. This habit of his had started when you two had been out on a little trip outside of the Crown City. There had been sightings of rare white chocobos, and Prompto – the biggest fan of the feathered rideable beasts – just had to go out and take pictures of them.

He had been so excited when you had found them that he had swooped in to give you a big smooch on your lips. Pulling away a second later to start snapping pictures. The kiss had shocked you, although a second later, you had smiled sappy and had wanted to kiss him back.

One little problem. Focus on little….literally. You were much smaller than him. Prompto was a nice five feet eight while you barely topped five feet. Which made planting a kiss on him not so easy. And he soon realised that you couldn’t retaliate to his swooping pecks and quick nibbles.

He stole a kiss when you worked your painting. He nibbled on your bottom lip as you cut fruit. His lips found the sensitive spot on your neck when you water the plants. Naughty cheeky little chocobo. Every time he did it, he ran off while snickering like a five year old while you playfully yelled at him.

You couldn't be angry with him – who could be angry with that happy sunshine beam? But darn it, you wanted to get your revenge. Today was the day you would get it so help you Astrals!

Soon enough, Prompto came home from grocery shopping. Calling out your name happily as he declared he had returned to his one true sunflower. Dork. But your dork. He entered the kitchen, and you listened to him telling enthusiastically about his day – apparently he and Noctis had sneaked out to go to the zoo. You smiled happily as you listened to him, watching how excited and animated he was. Turning off the stove, you moved closer to him so he could show you all the pictures he had taken.

Of course he had, it was Prompto. Not to be biased, but he truly was the best photographer you've ever met. He looked so distracted and innocent that you saw your chance for some playful revenge.

“Promptoooooo,” you sang playfully as you looked into his bright blue eyes. He looked down confused at you, and you fought not to get distracted by those many freckles of his. You enjoyed counting them when he slept.

“Yes?” He smiled down at you. You grabbed his shoulders and jumped up. Wrapping your legs firmly around his waist, you smile down at him. He let out a squeak as he wrapped his arms around you to help you up.

Leaning in, you caught his lips with yours and kissed him deeply. His kiss tasted like sunshine and laughter. Warmth and happiness. His eyes had became a bit dazed when you pulled back, smirking at him. “You may try to attack me with sneak kisses from time to time, but remember, I'll just climb you like a tree!”

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #prompto argentum x reader #prompto argentum #prompto x reader #ffxv fanfiction #fluff #written by alicemoonwonderland

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jade-bellatricus84 · 7 years

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Promptography 101 (part 1)

Wow! Okay so this whole thing was spawned from a conversation with @geekgoddess813. I decided to write a series of fanfiction about the Chocobros as professors...goodness me, what have I gotten myself into? xD lol it’s all good. Now hopefully I can keep up with this one instead of letting it die like I did with my mini Promptio fic. hahaha anywho...

Summary: Prompto Argentum is the professor of an art class (with a strong focus on photography, hence the name Promptography 101). This is a Prompto x Fem!Reader. There is Y/N name insertion. It’s your first day at a new college that you transferred to due to a move.

Word Count: 1305

Note: Prompto - a Latin word from which ‘prompt’ is derived. Prompto may mean ‘for the ready/quick [man]’. Argentum - a Latin word meaning ‘Silver’. Hence the nickname ‘Quick Silver’ that is referenced within the story.

Another note: I hopefully WILL continue this. In fact, I fully intend to continue working on the piece tonight after posting this because if I don’t I may lose my motivation...please treat me kindly.

So! Without further ado...I give you...part one of Promtography 101.

When you first walked into the classroom of you art class you saw a group of students gathered around the professor's desk. They seemed to be talking excitedly about a photograph one of them had taken over summer break. Your eyes scanned the classroom the others were mostly kept to themselves, save for a handful of students near the center of the room.

You were new to the school, having moved to a different location and could not commute to classes you had to transfer and hope all your credits would transfer over as well. You were a naturally shy person so when you didn't see the professor you hesitantly moved to set your paperwork on the desk, making sure it was flipped upside down so students couldn't see all your personal information as they passed by.

“It really is a great photo, Sarah, keep up the good work and you'll be teaching this class!” The male with golden hair and the prettiest blue eyes spoke. His voice was a smooth tenor that felt like sunshine and acceptance. It had a playful quality to it that suggested that he knew how to have a good time.

The girl, Sarah, smiled brightly and giggled all while denying she could ever be that good. Repressing the urge to roll your eyes at the obvious reach for praise you made sure all your papers for the professor were on the desk and started to turn away when that sweet voice called to you.

“Hello. Haven't seen you in the class before...you must be new.” He gave you a soft, bright smile as he extended his hand to you. “I'm Prompto Argentum, and you are?”

“Y/N.” You blushed a bit as you shook his hand. It was warm, with just the perfect amount of strength and roughness to it.

“Wait...if you're Prompto Argentum...that makes you the-”

“The Professor. Yep. Surprised?” His smile brightened further and her gave a soft chuckle. “Yeah, I get it. I don't really fit the mold when people think of a professor.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend, sir!” You blushed and looked down, biting your lip. To your surprise he just chuckled. You looked up to see a light pink tinge gracing his cheeks. His right hand had moved up to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Nah, don't worry, Y/N, you didn't. Um, so, if you want to take any seat. You'll find we're really laid back in this class. No seating chart so just pick anywhere. Uh, if you want to introduce yourself go ahead...I'm not gonna make you do anything like that. In fact, if you want, I won't even call attention to having a new student in the class.” He shrugged and you felt relief washing over you.

“Uh, yeah, I'd rather just...not...be gawked at any more than necessary, sir. Thank you.” Your voice held a hint of a sardonic tone within it.

“Roger that.” He glanced at the clock moments before the bell rang and he gave you a soft smile as he spoke to the class as a whole now. “Alright, guys, let's take our seats so we can get started.”

The students all began to sit with friends. You chose to sit with three other girls who seemed just as shy and quiet as yourself. You each exchanged soft smiles and tentative 'hellos' as the Professor perched himself on the edge of his desk and started to speak again.

“Welcome everyone. Welcome back to those of you returning to my class. To the handful of you attending for the first time I hope you enjoy the class and find the release for you creative souls and abilities. I would like to start the semester by saying that I strive to make this class, this room, a safe place. My doors are always open and I will always lend an ear if any of you need to talk. I will not tolerate bullying, shaming, or otherwise negative behavior within my class. We encourage and embrace within my class. Anyone unwilling to comply to that will be removed from my class until they decide to change their attitude. I don't mind cellphones in class so long as they don't become a distraction, if there are circumstances where you must be available to contact please speak with me before class. Seriously, I hate being the hard ass who confiscates personal belongings but I will remove distractions from your possession.” He paused a moment to let his words sink in.

“Now, enough of the heavy. I answer to just about anything. 'Prompto', 'Prom', 'Argentum', 'Quick Silver' for those of you that see the irony in that.” He paused with a smile as a male student gave an enthusiastic 'woo hoo'. “If you're uncomfortable being that informal, I understand and in that case 'Professor' is sufficient enough. Basically, whatever makes you most comfortable. Okay?”

He looked around at the faces of his students. You hadn't been able to take your eyes off him. He was so pretty. His perfectly styled golden hair looked so fluffy and soft. His eyes, gods, they were captivating and so, so blue. He had a smattering of light freckles on his face. His smile was sweet and inviting. When his eyes landed on you and held your gaze a moment you felt your cheeks heat up. Satisfied with the way things were going so far he gave a nod and proceeded to start the lesson.

You glanced at the three other girls you were sitting with to see them just as enamored by him as you had been. It wasn't hard to focus on the lesson, he was easy enough to follow. You loved his voice, you could listen to him all day, everyday. The assignment for the day was simple, write a short paper on the meanings of beauty and art, what they mean to you and whether or not that was why you chose the class.

You had finished your paper in the first twenty minutes but not wanting to seem like an overachiever you took out another sheet of paper and began to sketch. There was a beautiful clock tower in the middle of the courtyard and you had a perfect view from where you were sitting. You had become so engrossed in your sketch that you didn't hear or see your professor coming up to check on your progress for the paper.

“This is really good, Y/N.” He was sat on the edge of the table. He reached out towards your sketch. “May I?”

You nodded and he picked it up to properly look at it. You bit your lip nervously as he looked between your sketch and the clock tower outside. He handed the sheet of paper back to you with a smile.

“You've got some raw talent in you, Y/N. Just make sure you hand in your paper before you leave, okay?” He gave a lopsided smile and winked.

“Oh. Yes, actually, I'm done with it.” You flipped through your notebook, through various random drawings, until you found the assignment.

“Really? Well, if your writing is as good as your drawing then you're starting off strong. Just be sure to pace yourself, okay?” He waited as you carefully tore the page from the notebook and handed it to him.

“Yes, Professor.” You blushed softly and watched as he proceeded to make his way around the room, collecting a few papers as he went.

The rest of the class went by super slow. Once all the papers were turned in he allowed the students free time. You indulged in your favorite past time, listening to music and drawing how it made you feel. You were grateful for remembering to bring your headphones when you left your apartment that morning.

#omg #wow #this was fun #prompto #prompto argentum #ffxv #university #university au #please treat me kindly #this is trash #i'm sorry #i'm garbage #please forgive me #the fic that nobody really needed

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that ffxv review I owed y’all

I know I told y’all I’d have this up before the end of 2016 but honestly, I’ve just haven’t been in the mood. today tho /inhales deeply/ today is a perfectly salty day for this.

(spoilers ahead, of course)

tbh, I don’t even know where to start. ffxv was shock full of potential but somehow, square managed to fall short in pretty much EVERY front.

I’ll start with maybeee the easiest part, characters: this need to be broken down into two distinct groups tho cos holy crap, people.

main characters: despite ignis’ lack of everything during the game (he was definitely the least worked character), the main bros are great. I loved their bond, I’m forever grateful that we never actually got a no homo moment and honestly, there isn’t a single one of them that is just straight up unlikeable - tho I DO have my issues with Gladio. oh boy, DO I HAVE THEM.

point is, yeah, they’re great. they are also in need of more background, except noctis.

‘but bekas, we had brotherhood!’ yeah we did, but would it have hurt to have some banter with prompto, wondering if his parents’ made it out okay of insomnia? we know they weren’t at home when prompto went to try and show them his crownsguard outfit (which we also only know from ANOTHER extra piece of media that is not the bloody game) but they could have been in the city, still? prompto literally never worries, or is never given the chance to. at this point, I’m guessing the argentum family (who adopted him at age 1) is made up of ghosts. that or prompto doesn’t care, which is laughable, since that little ball of sunshine cares about everything. so it’s just missing info. plus, the MT plotline? an UTTER MESS but I’ll get there further down the post.

what about gladio? ‘but bekas, he’s the royal bodyguard, he needs to have his head in the game!’ royal bodyguard didn’t have his head in the game twice during the campaign and is given NO opportunity to open up about WHY. example: he could have shown the tiniest bit of concern/mourning over his father during the titan chapter. I mean, it couldn’t have been too hard to shoe in a line or two, just anything to let the less eagle eyed players know that one of the reasons why he’s flying off the handle is because he’s also dealing with his father’s passing, right? chapter 10 is another can of worms: would it have hurt to have gladio actually tell us WHY he’s being a giant mountain of salt instead of having him nearly punching noctis out of his boots and being an absolute ass to ignis (and no, I don’t care about possible excuses you might send my way: when he answers ignis’ “that proved to be a challenge” with a salty/rude “what did you expect” to which ignis can only sigh, all understanding I might have felt just went completely out of the window cos WOW. NO, YOU ASSHOLE.)? ‘but bekas, we kinda know why, everything went to hell?’ true but we never get to hear gladio open up. EVER. THAT’S WHAT’S MISSING HERE, an oportunity to show that gladio is more than the bloody shield, he’s a human with feelings too. this way, it’s really hard to sympathize with him and that’s where square screwed up.

ignis then, he needed a lot more. he’s always there, he’s the group’s pillar but he barely has any exposition? I mean, we barely know anything from his early life (yeah yeah, trains to be advisor, learns how to cook cos of noctis but what else? there has to be something else, right??) and he barely has an actual part in the game besides being the advisor until shit hits the fan? I mean, he gets blind in chapter 9 and then blows up at gladio and noctis in 10 so we get a peek at what is going on with him but that’s literally it, he doesn’t get to express it any more. it almost as if his role was to be yet another victim of ardyn to fuel noctis’ rage cos post chapter 10, it’s almost as if he didn’t need to be there. ignis scientia deserved better 2kforever.

side characters: /BURIES FACE IN HANDS, GROANS FOR FOREVER/ YOU KNOW, WE GOTTA BEAT THE DEAD HORSE A LIL’ MORE. WE GOTTA. F E M A L E S.

gentiana was just. there. in a couple scenes. to be a plot device. explain some lore to young!noctis/the players, give him the oracle’s trident, become one of the summons and pop up in a couple photographs cos why not?

iris is the little sister, too smol, too cute, too in love with noctis to be anything else in the main game. THEN they give her a badass rank off screen and lmao, never mention her or show her ever again. nice.

aranea has more characterization than luna AKA the main lady and that says everything tbh. still, her change of mind is never given the proper attention it deserves and so it ~just happens~ and the players have to roll with it cos of course they have. also, she pops up randomly to help you for some reason. wherever you might be in the globe as well, cos she has amazing tracking abilities. /snaps fingers/ just. like that. aranein, araneout, no small talk.

LUNA. oh my GOD, luna. girl shows up more times in FLASHBACKS post-death than in life. her lines could fill up a whole page, if it was written in arial, size 18 and with extra distance between words. she was the plot device to end all plot devices, just THERE to give noctis strength and then fuel his hate against ardyn, just like ignis. except she dies to save noctis. cos of course she does. oh, and she was dying already, apparently. the covenant price and all, which I honestly only realized was a thing after browsing through tumblr. A+ STORYTELLING /JAZZ HANDS/ also, she’s what connects noctis and ravus, two characters that were supposed to be parallel to one another (AKA who noctis could have become had his life gone to hell as a kid and he had made all the wrong choices) but that never actually realize it was supposed to be that way cos they meet up twice and ravus is barely non existent oops~

‘but bekas, kingsglaive---’ kg!luna and xv!luna are two entirely different characters, not to mention that one should not have watch kingsglaive to understand the main game’s HEROINE. H E R O I N E. do y’all see my problem here?? luna was hailed as the heroine to end all heroines, that one character all the other heroines strive to be but can never reach but in the end, you can count the scenes luna has in the game before her death in one hand and one of them is OPTIONAL. OPTIONAL.

but then again, the males are also ??? ravus; what exactly is his deal, again? what is he trying to do, what is he even thinking?? ‘... bekas, square said they’ll add to chapter 13 soon---’ they SHOULDN’T HAVE TO. in what world, in what company meeting, do they come forward and say ‘x character needs to do thing in order to achieve that other thing cos their motive is that third thing’ and people just think it’s a-okay to skip straight to the ending cos lmao, it isn’t important? only to have fans tell them afterwards that err YES, IT IS? and only then do they get off their asses to let us know? it’s bad writing, TERRIBLE writing. one thing is not to act like your costumers are dumb but another to act like they an read your mind??

excuse me, but this just--- fast forwards to the main problem this game has and honestly, I’m done beating around the bush: it’s incomplete. final fantasy xv doesn’t know what the hell it is doing until chapter 11.

we start with the bros leaving insomnia to catch a boat to altissia, but everything goes to hell when insomnia falls and the king dies. then cor shows up, tells noctis he has to step up and, that to have a fighting chance, he needs to grab the royal arms and complete the armiger. okay, so far so good but THEN, surprise, luna has been going around the globe creating covenants with the gods so that they give noctis a chance to receive their marks (which couldn’t she have told noctis about in their notebook?? instead of having the guy GUESS why titan’s ugly ass mug kept yelling at him in his head?? umbra is a divine messenger, I’m pretty sure your message wouldn’t have been intercepted????) so off we go to accept ramus’ mark and then leviathan’s, COMPLETELY FORGETTING ABOUT THE PREVIOUS PLOTLINE OF THE ROYAL ARMS. It’s like it vanishes, forget the arms!!! we got gods, people!! then altissia goes to hell, luna dies, ignis is blind and they set off to gralea to grab the crystal, as if all of their other goals didn’t matter any more. they just grab the royal arm at the tomb cos it’s convenient, not cos it’s necessary.

only when we leave the mines and set off towards tenebrae does the game actually start to play out like it knows where it needs to go and how to get there and even then, it has hiccups: the entirety of ravus’ character arc, prompto is one of the people who were bred to become MTs (which lmao, happens so that prompto manages to open up a door, we have a few pats in the back and then is never mentioned again. EVER. no banter/scene in which these guys, who have been talking of MTs as soulless and machines and monsters, discuss the fact that prompto was to become one of them. if there was a chance he might be particularly affected by the scourge, given the experiments. how did he reach insomnia. if ardyn had done something to him that could have a problem given said experiences. NOTHING. ‘bekas, but is it really needed to, it’s meant to look like it’s really not a problem’ gladio fucking off for a chapter is not a problem, it’s just weird; prompto being revealed to be a niff and a test subject IS something that we need to discuss. it’s kind of a big plot point???? you don’t drop a bomb like that and vault over it.)...

then there’s 10 years that somehow square thinks it’s a-okay to cover with talcott filling noctis in and no?? no, it’s not? gladio is apparently engaged, ignis apparently still cooks for cid I guess??? prompto has been hanging around hammerhead for 10 years doing nothing besides hunting and we’re supposed to be fine with that offhand info? we needed at least one catching up scene and I mean, AN ACTUAL CATCHING UP SCENE. not noctis telling the others that they need to catch up, ignis suggests we go inside and we have a fade to black before you’re back in control of noctis and your mission objective is to leave for insomnia.

the fact that we never have a scene in which noctis tells his BROTHERS that his duty is to die and their duty is to make sure he gets there is unforgivable. it took him 10 years to come to terms with his duty (which brings me to another point which is--- nobody thought to tell the chosen one what exactly he was meant to do when he reached maybe 18 years old? so he could come to terms with it in time? noooo, just let him know he’s chosen for lord knows what and let the hammer fall when it has to, I’m sure the knowledge that everyone was hiding that important tidbit is not translated into betrayal somewhere in noctis, which totaaaally won’t make accepting his fate harder, I’m sure /SHRUG), are we supposed to believe that the bros would have been a-okay with it? no objections, no outbursts, nothing?

gladio I can see keeping his cool, maaaaybe ignis as well but prompto? he may have matured but I’m sure he had something to say about his bestfriend returning after 10 years and then telling him ten minutes later ‘I have to die’. and no, the final campsite doesn’t make up for it. at all. that’s an after-the-bomb-drops scene, we needed to watch the actual bomb dropping, in my honest opinion.

then when it comes to the actual game--- the sidequests are boring (it’s literally fetch x rock for dino/dyno/whatever, fetch tag for dave, hunt for frogs for frog lady, do hunts, fetch berry for diner lady, fetch x for takka, fetch x for cid and cindy, fish x fish, take x photo, help x chocobo... did I actually miss any sidequest??), the post game dungeons are literally copy paste of each other (except maybe 3 at most), pitioss is smart but mostly a nightmare for a lousy accessory, the game’s big ass boss is nothing but grinding (there are monsters in the dungeons that inflict more damage than the adamantoise and it’s ridiculous)...

all in all, the game IS fun to play. it is, I have nearly 150h in it, but in insight, it’s seriously lacking. you can tell the team was rushed to finish it and honestly, I understand why, but 6 more months would have done miracles in maybe 49% of all I mentioned here.

here’s to hoping the dlc that is to be released fixes some of these issues.

ps: if you think I forgot to mention anything, let me know cos at some point while writing this, I just lost track of my point in the salt valleys!

/bekas out

#ffxv spoilers #ffxv #final fantasy xv #ffxv critical #bekas rambles #TOOK A WHILE BUT HERE IT IS #careful with the blood pressure; unhealthy amounts of salt ahead

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