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secret-engima · 5 years

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Re-reading Nox for like, the seventh time, and I'm at the part where Mid and Melba died—and Cid and Nox are talking—Cid freezes at something he sees in Noxs face(?) Can we get that bit from Cids POV? Please and thank you.

oliverslewty said: Aso—did I mention in my last ask??probablydidnt—Cids reaction to Nox staying and helping while him and Cindy weren't in the right headspace, helping out around the garage n stuff??? I dont think I mentioned this but if I did—ignore this.

Me: Sure! Here- have a full fledged Drabble from Cid’s POV! Hope you like it!

Cid found Nox in his garage. He found the boy pressed up in the farthest corner of the garage, wheezing and shaking, eyes glazed and magic spitting tiny crystalline shards from his fingertips in a way that could only mean a very bad panic attack for a Lucis Caelum. Swallowing back his own emotions —grief, rage, his son and daughter-in-law were dead because of their own stupidity and it hurt—, Cid focused on Nox and slowly talked him down.

He didn’t expect the boy to apologize past the tears drying on his face, and at first he didn’t understand what Nox was apologizing for —everyone got panic attacks, and a kid Nox’s age, as badly scarred as he was, was more entitled to them than most—. But then the boy said Mid’s and Melba’s names and Cid understood. The boy was blaming himself for their deaths. Blaming himself that he hadn’t been able to fix it with the magic he didn’t realize that Cid knew he had and it was such a Reggie mindset, so in character for stupid Lucis Caelums that Cid wanted to cry.

As he always had since he was a boy, he got angry instead, “Don’t ya dare.” He stomped closer, intent on hauling the boy out of his corner and physically dragging him out of his idiocy like he always had with Regis, but in the breath he took to continue, Nox’s face twisted, froze, folded into something broken and resigned. An animal braced for abuse it couldn’t escape, a martyr waiting for a blow that could not be escaped.

He thought Cid was going to hit him. He thought-. All this time Cid had been so careful around the boy and he still thought Cid was going to hurt him and the fury at himself —for slipping up around Nox, for putting that fear into him, for giving him any reason to think Cid would do more than cuss him out for his stupidity— made his shoulders square and his spine straighten even as he kept his hands in view and away from Nox and spat, “Don’t ya dare blame yerself for what happened to Mid an’ Melba.”

Nox started to say something, but Cid already knew what he was going to say —stupid, self-sacrificing Lucis Caelums, always trying to take on the weight of the world, he was too much like Reggie—, “Ya couldn’t have known what was gonna happen and ya couldn’t have helped even if ya had.” And that was the truth, it was a truth Nox needed to hear and know because if he started blaming himself for everything that went wrong, he’d never survive to his twentieth year, “It was their fool decision to be out on the roads that late without the proper tools to stay safe an’ nobody else’s.”

Nox stood up, but there was a set to his jaw and a darkness in his eyes Cid couldn’t chase out, “I could have helped-. I should have-.”

“Should have nothing,” Cid spat, grief knotting up in his gut and adding fuel to his anger —anger was so much easier than grief, safer, more productive when grief would rob him of even the will to move—, “Yer a kid with a pair of banged up old knives and twig arms. Mid and Melba were adults who had lived here all their lives. They knew they was being stupid the moment they got in that car and there wasn’t a thing ya could have done to stop them-.”

Nox snapped. Shouted with a voice of thunder that rattled bones and cracked windows and sent his toolboxes crashing to the floor in his self-recrimination, only to freeze with a look of devastation on his face when he realized what he’d done.

And Cid knew that Nox was going to run. He was going to run away and never come back, and Cid would have lost both his son, his daughter in law, and Reggie’s boy —his boy, his scrawny idiot with a heart too big and secrets too heavy— all in one week. Because Nox would run away and throw himself into all the dangerous things Cid had been trying so hard to keep him away from and he would just keep going until it got him killed or worse.

Nox twitched backward and desperation gave Cid speed as he grabbed Nox and pulled him into as tight a hug as he dared and didn’t let go. Not until the boy had dragged a promise to keep Nox a secret from Reggie out of him, not until the boy had shattered quietly in his arms and cried all over his jacket while Cid squeezed his eyes shut in a failed effort to keep from crying himself.

In spite of everything, he hadn’t expected the boy to stay. Not for as long as he did, not with a steady, all consuming dedication and … almost calm that kept Hammerhead going and Cid from losing his mind. Anything that needed to be done, Nox was already there doing it. Anything that needed to be fixed or handled or somehow dealt with, Nox was there. On the days Cid felt more like a ghost than a man and couldn’t bring himself to function —not even to help Cindy, his poor granddaughter who needed someone after losing both her father and mother—, Nox was in the background, holding Cindy close as she cried or gently taking the bottle out of Cid’s hand before he could drink himself into the hospital. Cid couldn’t bring himself to react, but he saw everything Nox did. Supply running for Takka, helping Cindy, cleaning the house and the garage, stocking the store, dragging Cid up to his bed after he’d drunk himself into a lethargy or was just too deep in his own head to make his limbs move.

Cid eventually crawled his way back to functionality out of spite and desperation, for the sake of Cindy and Takka …

And Nox. Nox who stayed. Nox who helped with far too much experience in his eyes and age in his movements. Nox who was grieving for their sakes, because he had only known Mid and Melba in passing, but he cared for Cid and Cindy and their pain was his pain. Nox who’s magic slipped out and coated Hammerhead in a thin, ever-present mist of regret-sadness-determination-love-care-sadness that Cid could feel —could recognize— only because of his connection to Reggie.

It was the longest amount of time the kid had stayed in one place for as long as Cid had known him, and it wasn’t until months had passed that he was able to shake off his own grief enough to appreciate it. To work again and function again and look back on his memories and realize just how much Nox had done for them.

Astrals. Astrals that boy had too much of Reggie in him. Too much love and stubbornness and care toward the people he had picked as his own even if they didn’t deserve it —Cindy deserved it, even Takka deserved it, but Cid? Cid was an adult, he shouldn’t have had to rely on a teenager to keep his home together or comfort his granddaughter—.

Astrals, Cid didn’t deserve the time of day from that boy.

Words would never express how grateful he was that the boy gave it to him anyway and so much more.

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afterthelastreset · 4 years

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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch 11 A Little Offer

(Mak belongs to @wasted-church )

Such a waste of time. Alnost four hours of walking and talking to that hammerheaded bafoon down the drain. If he would've known it would have ended up in failure then he wouldnt have gone in the first place!...But then again, he DID need an excuse to walk off all those candy calories he forced down into himself, he wouldnt become fat if he couldn't help it. The talk with Malius wasn't exactly splendid either. He insisted on being paid first so he wasn't 'scammed' out of a job and 'actually got paid for his hard work' and a whole other slew of nonsense. Of course he had TRIED to explain that he couldn't pay anything right now because he didn't HAVE anything to pay with right now, but of course the foolish worm paid no attention to his noble status or the fact he could just easily pay him later. Making the whole trip absolutely worthless.

The only good thing about this was that it gave him time to go get more supplies and food. Dark candy and worms. How appetizing. But one thing was for sure, Rouxls Kaard was not one to ask for help when he could easily handle by himself, he didn't need anyones help. So of course it wasn't out of question to see the duke out of formal attire, on hands and knees, digging in the pitch black ground with a small shovel and a couple of glass jars. He didn't really care though. He really didn't have anything else to do right now unless he wanted to go climbing dark candy trees and get more of those too sweet things, which he had to do anyways to restock his shoppe and get more for himself to eat after eating all the ones Seam brought to him earlier. His stomach grumbled just thinking about it, and he still had a week of just living like a hermit.

"Where art thou stupid insects!," he mumbled to himself as he shoveled clump of dirt after dirt to the side. Why couldn't the stupid worms just come out already!? It rained just two days ago, shouldn't they be near the surface by now?! "Dont telleth me thine food supply tis goneth?!" He jabbed the shovel in deeper. "I REFUSETH! NAY WORMS SHANT DEFEAT ROUXLS KAARD?!"

In any other case or if he desperately wasn't afraid of getting a good(ish) food supply before he was forced to just eat candy for a week straight, he would've been chuckling at the thought of him ever doing this, but here he was. Digging in the dirt like a starved rabbick looking for carrots. Hopefully he didn't have any wondering eyes, but at this point he wouldn't have probably cared. His natural survival instinct kicking in and taking over-

"GOD D*MMIT!!" Blue hands shoved themselves into the black earth and started tossing around dirt. The yell was loud enough to catch anyones attention in a couple yard radiace, but luckily noone heard it-......Well almost noone.

To be honest, the scene was more concerning than funny. He certainly wasn't expecting to walk in on the scene of a frantic duke digging like a rabbick tossing dirt around and cussing like a royal guard on a hangover. The duke was more upset then he thought-

"He's gone mad.....Can I have his shiny stuff if his hair falls out?"

He ignored the child and mumbled a "Stay here" before catiously stepping towards the manic worm flailing around like a dying fish. Good lightners. It wasn't a long drive to have the poor guy acting like a desperate animal-....Similar to how Jevil first reacted too being.locked up...He instantly shook those thoughts from his mind. Now wasn't really the appropriate time for a trip down memory lane, especially about something that happened so long ago. He was just one or two yards from the duke who didn't seem to have noticed him at all at the moment. Some dirt bounced near his feet to which he rose a brow at. After a moment he looked back to the worm and cleared his throat-

It was like a cobra swung it's head with how fast the duke's reflexes were. Face dark blue in frustrated annoyance.

"WHAT?!"

Both froze in that moment. Both clearly not expecting the other to react they way the other did. The sudden outburst made the patched cat flinch hard and sorta just stare down at worm, button eye spinning. Rouxls however seemed to register the moment faster, old habit he developed from serving the spade king. One had to develop a fast sense of your surroundings if you didnt want to risk the king's wrath...And blinked.

"Oh.....Tis thou." His body slowly relaxed from the tense pose on his knees and eyeing the cat. ".....What doth thou want?"

Seam blinked and cleared his throat. His fur was bristled and fluffed up from the sudden outburst. "Oh...Well you seemed like you were a little stressed there-" His gaze shifted momentarily to the holes and clumps of dirt, and Rouxls's obviously dirty hands." -...and I thought you could use a cup of tea?"

"..N-No. Thank you. As y-you can clearly seeth-" He turned back around to the holes. "-I amst c-clearly busy w-with restocking mine shelves!"

"And how exactly is digging restocking? Are you selling dirt?"

"WORM! I amst gathering food to prepare mineself for living like a common criminal!" He reached back for the shovel.

" You eat dirt?"

"NAY! Likest I wouldst do anything like that?! Mine standards wouldst never sinkest so loweth!"

" Then what are you trying too-..." He trailed off when the duke groaned and pointed to a few jars next to himself. Inside one of them was a couple small pink things, they wriggled around the glass container. It didn't take too long for the old cat to figure out what exactly what he was looking at. ".....You've been eating worms?"

"Nay. I willeth eat them....sparingly. I needst enough for mineself to last for a few days.,

The thought of those wriggling things coming anywhere near his mouth made Seam gag before asking, "Are you really going to eat nothing but insects?"

"No. That tis ludacris!" The digging slowed down. "There's plenty of that disgustedly sweeteth ..c-candy growing on thine trees. I needs to restock anyways."

"What happened to the whole bag I brought?...Hehe. Don't tell me someone already bought it all."

"What doth thou thinkest I have been consuming for nutrition?"

The old plush paused for a monent, eye spinning. "Are you telling me that you plan on eating nothing but candy and....worms from now on?"

"Blame that floating bafoon for getting mineself sent away from thine castle!"

Seam held up his paws in defense. "Hey now. He was only trying to help."

Rouxls muttered something under his breath but didn't look up at Seam and just continued digging. Seam on the other hand reached up to scratch at the fluffy main of fur around his neck. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting when he first came to speak to the stressed out noble, but he guess he would've acted like this too if he was in the duke's place....Or not. Who knows?

"What art thou doing here anyways?"

The sudden question made him flinch but the worm still didnt look up from his digging."Uh...Well quite simply I came to offer my assistance on the matter. Haha." This time the worm fully turned to the taller cat in question. Making him chuckle at the confused dirt smudged face. "But maybe I came at a bad time. Perhaps I should wait until you're finished?"

"..N-Nay! Rouxls kaard-" he held a hand to his chest "-hast no needst for help! I amst perfectly capable of surviving on mine own! I nay need help from an old commoner!"

"Even if I'm offering to give you a few dark dollars and decent food?"

This caught the worms attention as he instantly snapped out of the annoyed tone and eyed the cat in front of him. Seam gave a patient smile back to the worm on the ground who still hadn't made a move and instead opted to eye the plush with a raised brow. Like how a parent would a child when they knew they were lying. Rouxls pursed his mouth to a thin line and debated the cat's words internally for a moment. Finally settling on-

"Art thou serious? Food and money?"

He shrugged. "Well better food than worms and candy. Haha. But the not without something in return of course."

Rouxls scoffed. " I shouldst' ve knowneth."

Seam gestured a paw to the Hip Shoppe. "Why don't we go inside and discuss it then? You look like you could use a break."

Rouxls contined to look up at the other darkner for a few seconds, frozen in thought, before he slowly kneeled over. For a moment Seam thought he was going to start digging again but instead slowly rose to his feet. Seam could now clearly see the rolled up pants legs and dirt covered blue skin of the worms legs, instantly he got a flash back to how he looked scrubbing the floor. He honestly looked the same way except all the dirt, and something about seeing the normally the orderly and neat freak Rouxls willingly getting dirty and acting like a 'commoner" made him chuckle again. A clicking of glass sounded as the duke gathered the jars in his arms and turning to start towards the shop,Guess he agreed to talking, with Seam silently following. It was only a matter of time before a smaller pair of footsteps came patting along behind them and the small bat hopped up to his side in a moment.

"Wipe thou's feet before comming in," he muttered. It took a few seconds of him shuffling the jars into one arm while reaching to open the door. Once inside, the two plushes went towards the count- "DON'T touch anything."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

The worm gave him but mostly the small bat a look like he didn't beleive them before rolling his eyes and disappearing into the back room. Seam chuckled as he went and turned his attention to the child who was staring into the clear glass display kit. Their face practically pressed against the clean glass as their eyes widened at the contents inside.

"Hehe. Now what might you be looking at?"

"There's shiny things in there! I want the big one!"

Curious he leaned over them to peer inside the case connected to the counter. And quickly saw what they were looking at. "Oh. Gems." A full display of gem stones adorned the inside of the case. Funny he didn't see them here the last time he visited. Rudinns would go gaga for these things. Something about impressing other female Rudinns depending on how much treasure they had. Good for selling and looking pretty but otherwise useless to the common Darkn- "Hey! You're not aloud up there."

He easily reached a paw other and grabbed the bat from off the top of the counter. "But I want the shiny! The big one!" They continued to paw at the counter as Seam set them down.

"We have to pay for those things-"

"Payest for what?"

The duke had returned. Cleaned up and wearing another suit again. How many of those did he have? He eyed the two before fixing his sights onto where Mak was staring.

"Those art for sale only. If thou wants one then thou willst have to pay for it likest everyone else."

Mak gave off a growl and reached back out for the counter- seam pulled them back again and sighed. "Can we please talk about why Im here?"

"Yes. Please do." the duke had taken his place behind the register and leaned back. "What brings the commoner to mine Shoppe? Art thou one of mine admires wo-" He stopped himself from saying that one common line which made Seam chuckle again and his face went a dark blue.

"I guess that's one way of putting it, but I think Ill save that for a later time. I actually came here to offer to pay you, in return for your services of course."

Rouxls scoffed. "And what part of mine services art thou refering to? ...This won't allow me to-" He shivered. "Be around that flying lunatic?"

"Jevil? Oh no. Just some cleaning."

"Cleaning?"

Seam nodded before explaining. "Why not? You need money don't you? And it seems like a fair trade to have my sheap spruced up."

The worm just stared dumbfounded at the cat......before a snicker came out of his mouth. Before another. And another. And another. Until the worm was lightly laughing at the utterly ridiculous request offered. HIM?! Clean up after an old grown darker that was more than capable of taking care of himself?! Absolutely ludacris!

"T-Thou actually expects mineself t-to cater to thine poor home like a common maid?! Hahaha. Thou's brain tis full of silly cotten if tbou thinkest I wouldst do anything like THAT!"

The cat to his credit didnt drop the patient smile and instead retorted with. "Well you are living like us common folk aren't you?" The worm stopped his chuckling tangent to stare at him. "And digging in the dirt and plucking what candy he can get from the trees for survival. Now aren't you?"

The duke sputtered angrily before slamming a hand down on the counter while pointing the other straight at him. "Now seest here you walking...c-child"s plaything! Rouxls Kaard tis not one to bend to thou's whim just because of mine bad luck! What I do tis nay any business of yours! I shant hereth any more nonsense of soulmates o-or ridiculous offers! And as soon as that Jevil gets thinself back Ill telleth thee what exactly I thinkest of this whole situation! If anything had happened to mine boy whilst I amst away I shall seest to it he gets turned into a jack in thine box!"

Seam hadn't even batted an eye at the rant, as if he had been expecting the entire thing from the start. "Well if I remember right, you're living just like the rest of us. Doesn't matter if you're rich or not Duke. You're still just as helpless as the rest of us-"

SLAM!

"GET OUT!" The worm angrily point a hand behind Seam towards the door in the front. But not before slamming his hands onto the counter. His soul throbbed with anger at the moment and Seam could clearly sense it by the way his eye tilted down towards his chest. Where one's presumed soul would be. "GETTEST THINESELF OUT AND DON'T EVER STEP FOOT NEAR MINESELF AGAIN!!"

Ever smiling, Seam didn't hesitate to obey the angry worn as he headed back towards the door. The little bat stumbling to follow along. The jingling of the bell came as the door opened and the cat stepped out. But not before saying-

"Ill see you tomorrow friend. Hopefully we can arrange a better meet up."

#seavil #seam x jevil #jevil x seam #jevil x rouxls #Seaxls #jeam #nosuit #rouxlvil #rouxvil #seam x rouxls #rouxls x seam #deltarune

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gaygwenpool · 5 years

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*slams fists on table* MYSTELEON

I knew you wouldnt disappoint! :D tho you already know most of these lmaoo lotsa credit to @herbofoo anyway, i dont remember which of these you came up with but Patchwork wouldnt be the same without your Good Good Content! (And of course thanks for all your patience as i cry about comics lmao)

I’ve lost all shame long since ive started shipping them so brace yourself for the self-indulgent cheese that is Chameleon/Mysterio in my Patchwork verse. (its reallly. really Melodramatic. i gave up all pretense.. also under the cut cuz its long..)

ask meme

Who cooks:

Mysterio! Although Chameleon is objectively The Superior Cook thanks to the long years of being a servant to picky russian nobility BUT exactly because of that, he really doesnt enjoy it, even less when cooking for others and not just himself. So it is usually Beck who prepares meals (that are not bad either, they are just simpler) but as often as they can, they eat out. That said, Cham is very well aware Quentin loves his cooking so sometimes, he makes them something. (Being sick isnt so bad when it means Chammy bringin you a big bowl of hot borscht :)

On the other hand, Cham has quite a sweet tooth which Q notices Fast and decides to learn how to bake. It took more effort and failed tries than it could have, mostly because he got cocky, how hard could this be and just. kept forgetting he put stuff in the oven.. But now he makes quite delicious cookies n cakes which make Dmitri almost tear up because tasty + Quentin baked something Specifically for him??

Who does the laundry and other chores:

Mysterio’s laundry is usually booby trapped so he has to clean it himself and he doesnt even let Cham near it. And he keeps forgetting gadgets in his civvies. Not to mention that again, for the same servant reason, Cham really doesnt enjoy house chores in general, so he usually just gets his own clothes cleaned somewhere else (especially since his fancy suits and even fancier gowns are the highest quality and delicate materials, he doesnt even Know how to clean them..)

As for the rest of the chores, its pretty balanced, although Cham has more of an eye for things that needs to be cleaned up (and Beck already has cooking duties) so he does a tad more.

How many children do they have + Any pets:

In my Patchwork universe there’s a whole Thing about Leon, the Chameleon of the Ultimate universe but I’ve tried to type up a short summary and failed, it’s a long story lmao ^^;; and anyway he isnt exactly their kid, he is just much younger than them and they ended up sorta mentoring him.

However, they have Celavi, the escaped ex-spy beluga.(Yes, it started as a joke based on this post that accidentally grew more and more serious until @herbofoo and me were too attached to let it go) She counts pretty much as their adopted daughter that they both spoil to hell and back, I mean no surprise, she saved Cham’s life once and sometimes, she helps out with heists. (Mostly for the show, you should have SEEN the look on Spider’s face when a beluga splashed him. He is used to humanoid sharks, to Hydroman.. not like. real life beluga that LAUGHS at him) Beck’s voice: “Dont you dare to insult her, SHE IS PERFECT AND FLAWLESS and A GOODNESS INCARNATE!! -she is literally a deserted russian spy that was trained to gather everything that could be used to harm USA-yea, i have a soft spot for those ;)“

She was always surprisingly clever so she never really counted as a “pet” and at one point, she even bonds with a symbiote (together they are Vague, again long story ah ha). They dont talk but have quite some range of vocalisations so communication isnt a problem.

Who’s more dominant:

They both have pretty dominant strong personalities (ok chameleon’s a bit more complicated with that but like.) with big egos who dont like others questioning their superiority. (Of course not at the level of like Doc Ock etc, they are surprisingly flexible and good team players that can be willing to let someone else take the spotlight if they are Nice) But the whole point of their relationship is that neither of them is dominant over the other, they get enough of that literally everywhere else. It’s very reassuring to be so sure that they are on equal footing, cooperating, no hidden nooses around their neck. Especially in their line of work of course!

(Also, for the other interpretation of this question: anythin remotely sexual happens Pretty Late in the story and both of them are somewhere on the ace spectrum so it doesnt happen that often but they are both verses tho Beck bottoms more)

Favorite nonsexual activity:

MOVIES!! Sprawled on the giant comfy couch, closer than technically needed, cuddling and watching old movies with great special effects and/or great actors! Listening to Beck excitedly rant through the most dramatic speech of the story as he explains how the next cliffhanger is done with hydraulics! Focusing so hard on the stars in his eyes and his excited tone and gestures and just the tone of his voice you forgot to listen to the words themselves! Watching Cham’s face flawlessly mimic the faces on the screen in a blink of an eye and secretly guessing which one will he pick next. Feeling his head slowly fall on your shoulder, eyes closed, his mask smooth but not tense, instead just.. peaceful. Slight ping of annoyance, after all, this is A Classic movie dammit, but it’s gone in a second because Mitya hasnt slept since thursday and you are just relieved he is finally getting his rest. Feeling his warmth under your hand on his shoulders and suddenly never ever wanting to get up again.. EHM. anyway

PLANING HEISTS TOGETHER!! and more or less successfully executing them but planning is actually even more fun aside from the Big Reveals and Entrances which are actually harder to coordinate than one would think!

Lots of shobiz/job talk actually, they really enjoy what they do! Lots of people already mentioned that in their hc compilations but i agree, they love goin to see all kinds of movies and plays and performances as well as acting various scenes with one another!

Their favorite place to be together:

NEW YORK CITY BABEYY. Sure they love to travel and see other countries (and cause mayhem there) but.. they love their mess of a city, it’s never the same without the webhead around as well as the bazillion of other heroes n villains bashin each other’s heads.

Any traditions:

Oh so many pop culture references and inside jokes, oh my god. One time, they spent the entire heist (and its planning period) speaking strictly in famous movie lines and titles, Max and other sixers tried to join but didnt last too long :’D

Beck also has a habit of taking pictures of people with Interesting faces or styles he sees and sends them to Cham. Also another fanon classic: together they have a running game, disguising themselves as moderately famous people and the other guessing who..

Their “song”:

‘This is me’ from the Greatest Showman, i just live for the two of them singin it in Cham’s car,off key but fully immersed and living it.

What they do for each other on holidays:

Neither of them are religious but that doesnt stop Beck from going ALL OUT at any opportunity, Sin Six doesn’t do any heists around holidays because you Know he’d make them dress for the occasion or worse, write them themed lines… They still meet for Christmas and Hanukkah and sometimes other holidays too because this is my AU and you can pry festivities-related shenanigans from my cold, cold hands. It’s always at Beck’s place tho because he can turn his hideout into the tackiest holiday-themed showcase but he aint roping them into it.

On the other hand, Cham despises American commercialized holidays in general and Christmas time especially, since it’s not a big thing in Russia and also once again, he has family issues for days. (Although relatively speaking, he is pretty over these, he is not gonna like mope around or anything)

Anyway, what they do for each other is that they try to compromise, Dmitri doesnt sneer at stupid kitsch decorations every 5 minutes and Quentin ..chills a little. :’D To be fair, Beck makes everything fun and having Cham there makes Beck appreciate the details more instead of just goin into BETTER!BIGGER! frenzy.

Where did they go for their honeymoon:

After the fuckin Ages of pinning, when they finally end up together for realsies, they wanted somethin Big and Flashy! (Well Beck wanted and Cham kinda too but also with the option to merge with the crowd unnoticed and take some chill time) Anyway they went on a whole world wide tour! Starting with a luxury cruise, they took their time, lots of crime sprees to plan and execute, lots of local shows to see, lots of dumb heroes to fool, they’re gonna have it all!

Where did they first meet:

Around the time when Cham and Hammerhead had their criminal empire running Fisk to the ground, Otto decided the Sin Six should team up with them for their ressources needed on one heist or something. They agreed but Cham insisted on actually going in the field, it’s been a while since he really stretched his face legs like this and the mafia life was starting to bore him. Doc made him team up with Mysterio much to the fishbowl’s dismay because why do they need another disguise artist?? He is the Master Of Illusions dammit, he can run circles around this guy, what the fuck Otto?? So at the start, he pouts and fumes under his helmet and in general he is his v unpleasant self but… He can’t help but notice that the new guy is a real professional, he even uses Traditional masks, he likes the same movies… And most importantly, he is actually interested in Mysti’s craft, asking questions and even LISTENING to his long winded answers… At one point he even wondered if that X thing was meant as a HOMMAGE to the Y movie, the Six never did that!! (Usually the rest of the sixers dont know the reference, heathens, and when they do, they mock him for it, that he’s copying ideas and mixin them ridiculously. BUT THIS GUY GETS IT!!) So it doesn’t take long for them to hit it off, of course at this point without any real Trust behind it but it’s a start.

(Though Beck does pay a visit to Otto like, buddy pal i know you’ve been planning on manipulating these crimelords to your end somehow and honestly, any other day i’d be down, i actually had a robot prepared for my own backstab but i was thinking they werent that bad and maybe we Could hold our end of the bargain this time and just. leave each other on good terms? Mabye? Obviously it’s purely out of respect for our teammate Kraven since him and Chameleon seem to have some history, nothing more, definitely nothing to do with how bright Cham’s eyes were when i was showing him the back of my stage… )

What do they fight over:

this whole post has been a mountain of cheese but im bringing more! Honestly, goin through my notes on Patchwork, their biggest arguments have always been about.. the other one not taking proper care of himself :’D Or them lashing out because they were scared and worried about the other and they cant stand being so vulnerable while the other pretends it’s not a big deal because they dont know how to handle genuine concern directed at them.

Do they go on vacations, if so where:

GIVE!!! BECK!!!! HIS!!!! ISLAND!!!!!!They actually do have one, it’s where Celavi spends most of the time and they visit her often. But never for too long, neither of them can actually spend too long doing nothing..

#dmitri smerdyakov #mysterio #quentin beck #chameleon #sinister six #marvel #spidey #spider man #hey i got 30 followers here nice! so have some long boring rambles! :D #31 actually wow nice nice !!#patchwork #kao posts

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boomboxigrade · 5 years

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Birthday Boy

Decided to write something for my beautiful chocobaby since hes officially one years old >:0

beware its kinda long. also theres like a tiny joke about like gun control and shit but please dont take it seriously its just a joke

thanks to my wonderful sibling @agressivemacintosh for brainstorming this with me

Through his sub-consciousness, Prompto's body took in the cool air that was wafting through a newly-opened window. He shivered instinctively, although not fully awake. The blond wrapped his blanket tighter around himself, bringing his own body warmth closer to himself as his unconscious self tried to keep from waking. The blissful sleep wouldn't last much longer, however. The Advisor was on a mission. A musical, soft voice made itself known in the blond's groggy mind. The voice was singing notes familiar to him, but softer and sweeter, the sound felt like a gentle, polished gloss that slid easily across his subconsciousness. However, it did wake him somewhat, as he recognized the tune as the song went on. "...Happy birthday to you," Ignis' voice purred the last line of the song. Sitting on the side of the bed, he bent down and nuzzled Prompto’s cheek until the Blond stirred and began to rub his eyes.

“Wh-” Prompto started, squinting up at the motherly figure above him as his eyes adjusted to the light.

Ignis smiled down at him, expectant. As if waiting for him to remember something. Prompto worked his eyes open, slowly taking in the situation.

“What were you-”

Prompto started to ask the advisor what on Eos he was doing so early in the morning, but the smile across the man’s fine features stopped him. It had been a while since Prompto had seen that smile without any prompting. Usually it took an off-color comment from Gladio, a complaint from Noctis, or an actually funny joke from himself to get this giddy, satisfied smile that the Hand of the King now wore.

“Happy birthday,” Ignis said simply.

Prompto blinked a couple of times. His mind took the words that Ignis said and tried to translate them, but for some reason all he was thinking about was how soft Ignis’ shirt looked. He brought his focus back around and tried to remember what Ignis had just said.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” He asked, feeling sheepish.

Ignis chuckled as color flushed to Prompto’s cheeks. He then took the blond’s hands, levering him up so he was sitting against the pillows.

“I said happy birthday, Dear,” Ignis repeated himself, and this time Prompto’s face shone with recognition.

“OH SHIT!” he cried, rather loudly. Ignis drew back a bit, surprised at the sudden outburst. “That’s today, isn’t it?” Prompto laughed at himself and ran his hand through his unkempt, golden locks.

“Yes,” Ignis chuckled once more, recovering from the shock. “I do believe it is.” His words were enunciated in a way only Ignis could speak.

“Wow, I can’t believe I forgot!” Prompto exclaimed, waking up quickly. The gunman had an uncanny ability to go from unbelievably groggy to remarkably awake and active in only a few minutes; a skill that Noctis often despised.

Without skipping a beat, Prompto continued, “I can’t believe you remembered!” He laughed, a bit of softness tugging at his features.

Ignis watched him with the same, amused smile as the blond finally seemed to be aware of what was happening. He waited for the next barrage of questions, however, before saying anything else.

Just as Ignis predicted: “What time is it anyway? Have you been planning this? Like, how come you remembered it but I didn’t?” He paused to laugh, “oh, and where are Noct and Gladio?” the blond’s voice softened.

“They are busy preparing their part of the present,” Ignis answered calmly.

“Present?” Prompto interjected. “You guys didn’t have to get me a present!” He smiled but he looked worried.

Ignis clicked his tongue. “I don’t see why there’s a reason not to,” he reasoned. “Is your birthday somehow less special than Noct’s?”

“Well no-” Prompto started.

“I didn’t believe so,” Ignis finished. “Now,” he leaned down and planted a kiss on Prompto’s forehead. “get dressed: we have places to go and presents to receive.”

Ignis stood and began shuffling things around the room while Prompto got dressed. As Prompto was about to put on his shirt, Ignis stopped him. After a second of confusion, the advisor handed him a box.

“This is where the festivities begin.” He proclaimed.

Prompto looked flustered, but opened the box anyway, intrigued as to what this could mean. He pulled the lid off of the box, and in the box was some sort of folded fabric. The fabric looked too soft and comfortable to be any sort of uniform or formal wear. The gunman picked up the garment to examine it.

It was a t-shirt! The sleeves were a little too long for his liking, but what drew his immediate attention was the graphic on the front. There was an image of two guns crossed over each other with words reading “Gun control is using both hands”

Prompto outright laughed and held the shirt close to his chest. “Iggy, this is so dumb, I love it!”

Ignis chuckled in response. He paused, observing the shirt himself, then put a finger to his lips in thought. Prompto was about to ask him what he was thinking when Ignis snapped, then turned his gaze back on the blond.

“Hold it out in front of you by the collar.” He commanded.

Prompto obliged, and as he did so, Ignis reached forward and grasped the just-too-long sleeves of the shirt. Using force of will and very experienced hands, Ignis ripped the sleeves off with his gloved hands.

Prompto cackled in delight, remembering the many times Ignis had been dismayed when Prompto mutilated yet another shirt.

“I was actually about to say something about the sleeves,” Prompto smiled widely at the advisor.

“I know,” Ignis affirmed. “Now, there is one other gift I have to give before we leave.”

The Hand pulled a long chain out of his shirt pocket. He held it out to Prompto for the gunman to observe. The chain formed a long necklace, at the end of which was a pair of dog tags. Prompto’s eyes widened as he further examined the ornaments. On one tag, in their respective handwritings, were engraved Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis’ names. On the other was Prompto’s name. The gift was simple, but Prompto’s chest radiated with the warmth in his heart at the sight of it.

This feeling was further increased as Ignis gestured to the tag with his and the others’ names on it. “This tag usually bares the name of the soldier’s family,” He said.

Prompto’s eyes immediately stung with tears and he lunged forward and hugged the man with all of his strength. There was a “oomph” from Ignis as he did so, but he made no movement to stop him.

“Thank you so much,” Prompto murmured into Ignis’ shoulder. The advisor chuckled in response.

“You mean a lot to each of us, Prompto,” Ignis said. Prompto nuzzled his head further into the man’s shoulder. The blond took in the sweet, clean smell of the advisor’s shirt.

After a few more seconds, Ignis pulled Prompto away and held him at arm’s length while he adorned him with the dog tags. “Now,” he asserted. “We’d best be on our way.”

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After a visit to The Hammerhead for a kiss on the cheek from Cindy, and a giant 89′ mm super-bazooka developed by Cid especially for Prompto, the gunman was then escorted to Cape Caem, where it was said the others were waiting for him.

The blond opened the door cautiously, not knowing what awaited him. As he tried to walk through the threshold, however, he was very suddenly pinned to the wall. He gasped, his eyes growing wide as they took in the sight before him.

“Happy birthday, you little shit,” Gladio’s voice growled from above him.

Prompto, for some reason, couldn’t quite meet his eyes. His eyes, in fact, were very busy taking in the very, very, very tight recreation of Cindy’s outfit that the Shield had been forced into.

After accidentally staring for just a bit too long, Prompto cough-laughed, covering his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut. “WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?” he managed to wheeze.

He heard Ignis chuckling behind him as he made his way through the door and shut it behind himself.

“Something special for the special birthday boy,” Gladio replied shortly, crossing his arms.

“I’m... flattered!” Prompto gasped between fits of laughter.

Noctis, making his way into the room, faltered in his step as he was wearing 3 inch high-heels and fitting smoothly in one of Luna’s dresses.

“Noct!” the gunman exclaimed. “You look stunning!” He was still laughing, but he meant it genuinely.

“Thanks,” the prince replied unenthusiastically.

“No really!” Prompto insisted.

He didn’t get the chance to fully flatter and embarrass the prince as Ignis quickly rushed out of the room and reappeared in an outfit almost identical to Aranea’s.

After Prompto finished this third coughing fit, the three gathered around him and led him to the kitchen where Ignis had baked a cake that was adorned with a little fondant camera on top. The blond, of course, wouldn’t let them cut and eat it without taking eighty pictures first. That wasn’t the only thing he took pictures of, either.

Later that night, lying on the king-size bed, Noctis, Prompto, Gladiolus and Ignis all laughed at the ridiculous outfits they were wearing, and they were also surprised at how many shots of each of them the blond had snapped without them noticing.

“Holy shit, Specs looks good in that one!” Noctis exclaimed, reaching over Prompto’s outstretched arm to point at a picture of Ignis. The background was warm and out of focus, while Ignis was framed beautifully by the lighting behind him.

“If memory serves me correctly, that was this morning when I was attempting to wake you,” Ignis stated, his words slowing as he processed what that would imply.

There was a bit of laughter, then a lapse in conversation that Prompto tried to fill by clicking through more pictures.

“Prompto,” Noctis started. “how did you get all those pics, anyway?”

Prompto made a face. “I don’t know what you mean,” he answered simply.

“Yeah, how do you get all those pics without us noticing either? I don’t remember you pulling out your camera at all.” Gladio added, and the three of them turned to look at Prompto.

Prompto kept clicking through pictures, avoiding looking at any of them. He kept a straight face and focused directly on his camera screen.

“Who knows.”

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~~~~Happy birthday, Blondie~~~~

#ffxv #ffxv fanfic #fanfic #my writing #writing #HBD PROMPTO #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #noctis lucis caelum #chocobros #polyship roadtrip #ahhh shit i had no idea what to do after this got so long i didnt wanna drag it on too long so i kinda just fucked with it ghudfasklj;#also tell me no one else wonders how prompto gets all those pics #long post

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rewrentless · 6 years

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Austin Liveshow Quotes

- if you were doing a documentary about us that would be the moment that you just saw where youd be like and after that it all went wrong

- i brought some hard candy that i was gonna like fling out in the audience

- griffin told me not to do it!!

- after travis blinded an extremely letigious austinite with his jambreakers it all fell apart after that

- i have an eyepatch i cant hear very well

- excited for a new day git my new janceboard got a new binder and its... blue!

- now its got layers of sadness

- i had a great hotrod 'if ya know what i mean' 'im a grandfather!'

- i dont like this smooth jazz angus

- if we had gone back in time you would be younger 'or nonexistant' oh what a fantasy

- can i just say the extent to which angus has bought into this and the speed at which he has bought into this is truly upsetting, that is a man whose grasp of reality is like razor thin

- youre gonna have to talk loud cause the moment brody came a runnin taako was like repulsed backwards like like at 30 foot radius forcefield around brody noooooooope

- griffin did you say the name of the school was fanservice high

- im late for class! I dont have time for banter!

- magnus let me smell your fingers

- arrive with spellcards leave with ~immortality~

- *travis raps the entire chorus of 1 week by bare naked ladies*

- the song at first seems like a superficial recount of things that one might do during one week but if you look at it in a deeper level what it really establishes is the time it takes to fully appreciate your partner because you might look at it in that moment i acted badly but now one week later its given me time to think about what you mean to me, what i come across in this relationship only now one week later do i fully appreciate that i didnt appreciate you and thats the juxtapostion that you get

- high school old man

- im a big believer in talking to my plants 'fuck you i quit im out'

- taakos smoking with the cool kids

- and dont fuck this plant

- hes fondeling the plant

- yknow ive been nurturing you for a long time and nobidy really understands our relationship yknow i believe in you you have strong roots and someday you will tower above all the other shrubs and youre going to .... b l o s s o m ... into f u l lness and r i p e ness and your sap, your sap shall runneth

- im still here hey dad 'you are a little freak' yeah dad im l o v i n this

- youre complicit!! Bad people win when good people sit by and say nothing!

- nobody better lead some kinda food revolution

- i just want a plain ass....

- i make it what do you want pervert?

- (chanting) take a bite rick!

- its a wonderful life like a motherfucker

- ill be the first to admit that pe isnt as sexy as algebra or world history

- hammerheads vs tres im not gonna say that

- and thats how we're the well balanced children we are today

- i cast lycanthropy and turn myself into a teen wolf

- i forgot to do the rest of the bells ooooops ;)

- *plays space jam*

- taako youve got a j in this class

- light of my life, endzone of the cosmos, my lord, my saviour, touchdown todd

- merle highchorch

- well done youve solved my high school puzzle

- if you get dunked on in the dream you get dunked on in real.. 'and he fucking dies!'

#taz #taz balance #taz quotes #taz austin liveshow #taz austin #taako #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch

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incorrectpredators · 6 years

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a summary of what personalities i give the boys

The Dumb Boys

kevin fiala - the slutty dumb boy. usually flirting with someone else. young, dumb, and full of You Know ;) has been essentially adopted/taken in by kyle turris

juuse saros - not so much dumb as he is clueless. he is like a little baby whom needs someone to tell him what to do essentially adopted/taken in by pekka rinne

ryan johansen - the greasy dumb boy pt 1

craig smith - the greasy dumb boy pt 2

The Fathers

pekka rinne - the most mischievous of “the fathers”, most likely to joke around with and prank his adoptees, still loves taking care of them though, most notable children: juuse saros, eeli tolvanen, miikka salomaki, patrik laine, sebastian aho, mikko rantanen, and Possibly connor brown (based on photographic evidence i have). someone please stop him

kyle turris - the new father. he’s new around here and he has already adopted a child. he’s a little messy with it bc he’s so new to it but is the most organized of the fathers. most notable children: kevin fiala

dan hamhuis - hammer is technically new here, but he really isn’t. he may be just over a month younger than pekka, but is the oldest soul of the fathers. he is wise and the most responsible of the fathers. notable children: none so far, but that may be because he just got back to nashville and is having to take care of Everyone.

The Pretty Boys

roman josi - viewed as the prettiest boy, but is he?, the Dumb pretty boy. he literally admitted he never read a book. thats very concerning to me. he is the residential dumb pretty boy, but kevin fiala is definitely coming for his role. “can we talk? one ten to another?”

pk subban - the answer is no. jos is not the prettiest boy. i love josi but pk just came in and not only took his spot as prettiest defenseman but is also the prettiest player in general. he’s the pretty boy who is just here to have a genuinely good time. he’s also pretty smart, do not doubt him. he is regina george if regina george wasnt white, a girl, and a complete asshole. he is possibly the nicest on the team. “i’m an eleven but continue”

The Cryptids

ryan hartman - hartsy just got here from chicago and he is still a mystery to me. my profile may say filip forsberg is secretly the grunch road monster but hartsy is definitely the most likely to be an actual cryptid. i think it’s possible he’s the goatman. so watch your back shane madej bc hartsy is coming for you.

dan hamhuis - listen, i may not like the fact that we signed him but i do love hammer. im a little disappointed he’s never played for the sharks though, as i really want to call him a hammerhead shark. but hammer is a cryptid, perhaps simply because i have no idea what he’s been up to since he left nashville. how well will he mesh w our d core this year? is he happy he finally got his number five in nashville? does he like beets? i know nothing about him.

frederick gaudreau - i was tempted to put him in the final category of this post but i just couldn’t. freddie hockey is a pretty boy, but he isn’t around enough to be classified With the pretty boys. he’s definitely a cryptid though. who is he? does he like his nickname? does he have any pets? did he ever get his damn locker? these are all questions i may never get the answer to.

The Inbetweeners/Other

note: this is a category that is a combination of players who 1. had traits of at least one category, but not enough to be put in it 2. players who are alone in their own categories and 3. players who technically probably shouldn’t be on this blog, but are

eeli tolvanen - exhibits cryptid traits, but isnt used in that role on here. tends to hang out with the younger guys (juuse and kevin most often) but is a bit of a wildcard. he is usually being flirted with by kevin or being paired of with his “boyfriend” (note that this is a joke blog, i dont actually believe him and the player who will be talked about later on are dating. it’s simply a joke and i tag posts that show hints of any of the players being in a relationship as “rpf” because i know even just the implication can make some ppl uncomfortable) is mostly known for being unskilled in the comforting/emotion side of things (“would a glowstick make you feel better?”) and tends to be a bit blunt or cynical at times, although he might throw around a joke or two if necessary.

filip forsberg - is both a cryptid and a pretty boy, but not enough to be put in those categories. is the meme loving fuck of the jofa line. known for fidget spinners and being put down for chicken (as he’s watching his figure)

viktor arvidsson - could be one of “The Fathers” but he really isn’t. he is just forced to be because JOEY AND FIL DON’T KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE THEMSELVES. but neither does he so it tends to be a big old mess when they’re together.

calle jarnkrok - calle is just tired ok. he’s tired and pretty grumpy. he’s a new dad and he’s surrounded by grown adults who act like children, so cut him some slack please. known for tearing up at a marshmallow rendition of himself and hanging out with ekky

mattias ekholm - ah the swedish elk himself. is also a new father and is usually just too tired to even show up in my quotes. when he does, he’s usually hanging out with calle.

anthony bitetto - PROBABLY should’ve been in the dumb boys category but im not going back to put him in there. a flat earther? most likely. i really need the colorado avalanche to send colin back please he was the only smart one on the team now tony is lost. also im not entirely sure him and colton sissons are seperate ppl.

colton sissons - is the most normal of the group. but is also lowkey dumb. doing his best i think? i hope? once again im not entirely convinced him and tony are seperate people

colin wilson - one of two players who fall into the “once a pred always a pred” tag. usually seen trying to help tony understand.... literally anything.... and being mourned by me. i miss him. colorado give him back to me :(

james neal - the other “once a pred always a pred” player. he doesn’t appear often but when he does usually something about hating himself is involved. he’s a greasy boy and used to be the pred’s greaseball but now that he’s gone craig smith has taken his place as Main Greaseball

sebastian aho - isn’t on here a lot, but he’s mentioned from time to time. one of pekka’s kids but their relationship is strained due to aho not being on the preds.

miro heiskanen - the Honorary Pred of the account. he may be a dallas star but he’s a pred in my heart. most commonly used as the goofy sidekick boyfriend of eeli tolvanen, which is taken from a commercial they were in together. i joked about them being forbidden lovers and now its just the role he plays on this account. all posts that (keep in mind, i mean it jokingly) refer to miro and eeli as being boyfriends is tagged with “rpf” so you can blacklist it if the implication of players dating makes you uncomfortable

#long post //#long post #not a quote #this is genuinely for my own reference bc im so forgetful sksksk

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domesticfluffsimulator · 7 years

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I’m thinking Cid would be the old man if we stay logical? Eventually Cindy could be Winry and Prompto would be sort of Paninya but with a knack for tech - or the other way around. Hammerhead could be the equivalent of Rush Valley. Idk. Mostly I think Cindy would be the best with automails but Prompto knows a lot of stuff because of his Nif upbringing and is more convenient for Noctis to go to because he lives in Insomnia and is discreet about his activities. So the analogy only goes so far. As for Luna and Ravus I honestly dont know. I feel like Ravus should have a role in the story similar to the one of Scar??? but I haven’t prepared anything for them. The while antagonism would have to change anyway bc there are not enough characters in ffxv to properly match the homonculus so I have to find something else. There’s I think something to be done about politics and different views of how alchemy should be used, and Niflheim and Tenebrae could have different rules about it than Lucis, but really this calls for intense worldbuilding and I’m tired rn

#birb talking to people #ffxv fma au

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forhearth-andhome · 7 years

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so my bro and i had come up with this possible ua idea for ffxv... contains slight spoilers so basically canon stuff, but noct and prompto become boyfriends sometime during the trip. like during that one scene when theyre on the rooftop after leaving hammerhead with that package to head down to the galdin quay. they stay bfs and right before noct goes to get the crystal, he kisses prom (the others know of course that theyre dating. its hard not to tell lol) and is like "ill be back." but he doesnt (cause duh crystal and ardyn fucks him over harder than sex sessions with gladio ever could) for the first year, prompto eagerly waits for noct to come back, even doing risky shit to find him. "maybe he just got lost. im going to find him." even though prompto waits for three (maybe holds out for five years???) years, eventually at the end of the last year (he refuses to let go of noct but distracted himself with helping the hunters and cindy to calm down his aching heart) he runs into gladio on a hunting trip. its raining, and they share a tent like old times, talking over their adventures during the past few years. after they both go to sleep (well gladio goes to sleep, cause prom waits till he can hear the man next to him snoring rather loudly) prompto crawls out of the tent (it stopped raining) and sits at the edge of the haven and cries. its been years since he had slept or been next to someone who he felt safe with. he missed noctis. missed the way he would laugh at his stupid jokes. he missed the way noctis would pout whenever he would take pictures, especially of him, but always exclaimed how good his shots were. he missed the way noct felt, and had protected him. he even missed remembering how panicked noct's face looked as he had ran into the cell, seeing his best friend strung up. while he was crying, gladio' arms circled around him, the older man's forehead resting against the back of prom's head. "he's not coming back, is he?" gladio didnt say a thing, but the silence spoke louder than words would have, causing prompto to start to cry again. (honestly he hadnt cried this much since he was captured by ardyn and had woken up in panic attacks when ardyn would use noct's image to torture him.) gladio allowed him to cry. maybe he was finally letting go? he thought before prompto squirmed in his arms, and kissed him. gladi blinked, and removed prom from him. he was desperate for affection and wanted to be with someone, but it seemed like it was the wrong time. "i dont want to be with you just because you finally let go of him, but because you want to be with me." they both go back to bed, but g sleeps with his arms wrapped around prom. over the next three years, they date when theyre around each other, and it only is until the last two years before they finally commit to each other. then on the tenth year, noctis returns. when they meet again in hammerhead, noct instantly goes up to prompto and kisses him. ten years, and his love for his boyfriend never wanes, but seeing prom and noct kiss puts a sour taste in gladio's mouth. seeing the king only meant the final battle was about to happen and he just wanted to be with his lover. that night before bed, gladio pulls prompto aside and tells him he needs to tell noct about the two of them. prom shakes his head and says that he doesnt want to. noct's destiny is to kill ardyn and telling him that his is screwing his shield would only prevent him from his true mission and that he will tell him but on his own time. g isnt happy but lets prom do his own thing, letting noct and prom be together. even after ten years, prom and noct finally make love to each other (the blue balls almost got to noct HAAHAA jkjk had to lighten the mood), a powerful pang of hurt pushed into proms heart. he was only hurting gladio and noct by keeping it a secret, but noctis was so beautiful in the moonlight as he laid sleeping on promptos chest. he knew gladio and ignis had heard them two having sex (seriously boys, the caravan walls arent soundproof) but prom didnt care. he just wanted noct to be happy. after ardyn was finally killed, light would return back to eos and the world would be a better place. they could move on with their lives and they could be happy. gladio stops prompto right before the final fight. "you have to tell him or i will." prompto pleads with gladiolus. "not now. he needs to finish his destiny. bring back the light." "fuck the destiny prom. i hated hearing you say his name instead of mine." "please don't do this gladio. you know that i-" "dont say it. i dont want to hear those words. not after you said them to him." gladio turns away and goes to return to the group. "i dont want to tell him because it will just hurt everyone." "keeping it a secret is hurting everyone prom." they return back to ig and noct, only to have the rest of the story continue. noct dies, thinking that prompto was his. gladiolus dies remembering prom's voice as he said the words for the first time prompto dies knowing he betrayed both noct and gladi

#;writing #;ffxv

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morethanabarcode-blog · 7 years

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"Beep!" ~Noct @saviorofeosconsort

A final text@saviorofeosconsort

( ‘ v ‘ What was that about pushing him off trains, eh??~

For context, this is going to be during the 10 year gap. And it is going to heavily diverge from canon. Because of potentially triggering content, it is going under a Read More.)

Years were hard to keep track of…once the sun had all but disappeared. Everything was getting harder. More people dying, people just going missing…or worse. Supplies were few and far between, and all in all…it was a complete and utter shit show.

Nothing had gotten better in the…what.. four years that Noctis had been gone? He was starting to lose track. Everything seemed just like a long, agonizing blur the more days that past. The gunner had hoped he’d become more reassured the more time that passed. He’d promised himself that he was going to do what he felt was right. What he wanted out of life.

But the loss of his best friend to the crystals’ will had all but shattered any sort of hope he could have had.

The first year had been…a struggle, to say the least. The group had tried to stay together, they honestly had. But without Noctis there to keep the three men together, it had all but fallen apart. Gladiolus was still just as irritable, if not more. Ignis…well, he was quiet. Not that he wasn’t before hand, but more so. After all, the one person they were in charge of had just up and vanished. With no telling when he’d return.

Or if he’d return.

It had taken Prompto most of that first year to try and get things calmed down. To try and even out the situation as best as he could, but there were priorities to take into consideration.

Gladiolus wanted to be there for his sister. She had started going out and helping in hunts, and the man was damned if he was gonna lose another person. So where she went, he would follow. And they made a good duo, the blond had to admit. Iris had really come into her own.

Ignis was a different matter. There were things; things that frankly Prompto couldn’t begin to understand, that Lestallum needed help with. And the former adviser was the best suited for the job. He had no complaints about this, and if he did…he definitely would never voice them. It was what Ignis wanted to do, and honestly Prompto was just glad it would keep the other safe.

Around that time, the blond had decided that his place was in Hammerhead. There were people who needed help, and he needed something to take away the endless time he had to think. …Because the more he thought about the situation, the more it hurt.

And it’d worked for some time.

Over the next three years, all he did was work. Work to keep his mind off of how much he wished things hadn’t gone to shit. Hell, he’d even tried to actually ask Cindy out. Not that it worked out, or anything. But he’d taken the rejection in stride and put his nose to the grind stone helping in the garage.

But the silence had slowly started to creep back in…

There was more time for him to think, once he’d hit the four year mark. Four years of waiting, and Prompto was sold on the idea that he just…wasn’t going to see his friend ever again.

Hell, he had only seen Gladiolus and Ignis enough times to count on one hand over the years. And he’d gotten…a hell of a lot lonelier as the clock kept ticking. He knew Cindy could see the change, the way she hung around more to keep an eye on him. Like she knew his light was about to putter out.

And putter out it had…

Today of all days. It had to be some sort of joke, honestly. If he could bring up the energy to even laugh. The day the two had become such fast friends. Of course Prompto would remember it, the very day he’d made his first friend. He used to bring Noctis the dumbest gifts on that day…

…This day, it was his gun keeping him company. He felt cowardly, looking down at the very thing that had been a gift…a birthday gift of all things. It felt wrong to be thinking what he was thinking right now with this on his lap. Weighing him down as he contemplated his next move. He was just so tired of the ache in his chest… Tired of the constant fight, of struggling for supplies. Watching time and time again as daemons would kill people, and no one blinked an eye anymore. Tired of missing his friends so damned much, but the ones that were there were always gone. Tired of the nightmares of torture that plagued him every night. …And the one that wasn’t, the blond didn’t know if he’d ever come back.

Letting out a shaky sigh, he ran a hand through his hair as he struggled for the right thing to do.

Prompto knew the answer wasn’t what was on his lap…he knew this and yet…here he was. Staring down at it.

Looking to his side, he picked up his phone and looked over the text messages…all old. Nothing new. Most of them sent by himself. Something heavy sank in his heart before he pressed against Noctis’ messages on his screen.

[Text: Noct] hey buddy…

[Text: Noct] i know its been a long time since i texted…hell. im not sure you even get texts where ever you are…

[Text: Noct] but i wanted to let you know that its that day again. the day id finally worked up that courage to talk to you… yeah yeah, i know, stupid sappy prompto. but that day meant a lot to me…

[Text: Noct] sorry to say that today i dont have a present for you…much like the last couple of years. in fact…what im about to do is probably the worst thing i could do to date

[Text: Noct] i wanted to talk to someone…anyone, even if i know you wont answer. but hey, at least you have an excuse right? being stuck in a crystal and all.

[Text: Noct] im sorry…

[Text: Noct] im sorry that i couldnt hold out until you came back

[Text: Noct] im sorry that im the worst best friend you could have asked for

[Text: Noct] im so…so so sorry that im so damned weak that i couldnt handle losing you and not knowing if youd come back

[Text: Noct] im sorry for doubting if you would. fuck am i gonna look stupid when you do come back…but i guess i wont be there to realize it

[Text: Noct] buddy…when you come back…can you tell them im sorry too? i know im going to let them down too… i..i didn’t stay in hammerhead either. i didn’t want cindy and talcot seein’ something like that.

[Text: Noct] more importantly…give him hell…

[Text: Noct] i know i couldnt say this much when you were around…probably shouldnt have said it since you and luna were expected to be a thing.

[Text: Noct] but i love you dude…with all my stupid little heart.

[Text: Noct] and i better not see you on the other side too damn soon…

[Text: Noct] …im sorry i couldn’t keep my promise to be by your side always…

[Text: Noct] you’re going to be a great king…

#letters #tw suicide mention #saviorofeosconsort

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