#prompto what even is your hair though

[zzprompto]

hey-hey! i hope you're doing well, love your writing <3

if you can, could i ask for the ffxv boys (prompto, noctis, ignis, gladio) with a male reader who's in a band? preferably implied to be a poly romantic thing with them (unless you don't do poly, platonic is good!) you can pick whatever format you feel like! :]

☆ our boy's in a band

ffxv boys x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

"i can't wait to see him!" prompto's voice echoed throughout the halls, he was clearly excited about something. ignis hummed and nodded in agreement, so did noctis.

"yeah, he looked amazing tonight." gladio responded to prompto's comment, letting out a small sigh as an image in his mind appeared about this 'he'.

the men kept walking through the hallways, backstage in a venue. they were all giddy, and practically buzzing with excitement just to see this 'he'.

eventually, the group reached a dressing room. ignis decided to knock lightly on the door, waiting for a response or for someone to open the door for him and the group behind him.

a few seconds pass, but the door creaks open. a man is standing at the other side of the door, looking quite tired but his face lights up as soon as he sees the men infront of him.

"[name]!" the group call out, all rushing to hug the man. they all throw themselves on top of [name], each trying to steal a kiss from their boyfriend.

a light chuckle escaped [name]'s lips as he tried to pull his boyfriend's off. he wanted his space, a little air to breathe and preferably a warning if he was to get crushed once again.

"well it's good to see you all too." [name] finally spoke up, a smile on his face as he looks over at the group infront of him. they all looked back in awe, prompto rushing to hog [name] for himself.

"oh babe! you looked so good out there today! you were so amazing!" prompto cooed, squeezing [name] as tightly as he could before someone else stole him away. [name] smiled at prompto and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "thank you." [name] whispered back.

then, gladio pulled [name] out of prompto's arms so the man could rest in his own muscular arms. "you were so handsome and sexy up on that stage." gladio purred, placing a few kisses to [name]'s neck. [name] responded with a few laughs, finding the way gladio's facial hair scratched his neck to be quite ticklish.

"yes, you were quite fascinating on stage my dear." ignis piped up, walking towards [name] to place a kiss on his forehead. ignis then moved gladio's arms off of [name], worried the poor man might get squished. instead, ignis let gladio hold onto his hand.

noctis was the last one to come up to [name], wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to nuzzle himself in the other man's neck. he seemed to be more tired than [name] even though he wasn't the one performing.

"mhm.." noctis hummed in agreement to what everyone else said previously. he just seemed to be more interested in getting home to sleep, just like [name].

"you two look very tired." ignis comments, taking a look at his partner's faces. there's a small frown wanting to form on ignis' lips. his heart aches as he sees how tired noctis and [name] look. "i guess we should get going now. unless you have to go get your fans to cheer for you again, [name]?" ignis asked, almost as if he was teasing his boyfriend.

[name] rolled his eyes, letting his own arms wrap around noctis. "no, i don't need to have my fans cheer for me." [name] responded to ignis with a hum. "the only people i need to cheer for me are you guys." [name] smirked.

prompto started to holler at [name]'s words, gladio and ignis joining in with laughs of their own. prompto then practically jumps over to [name], giving him a kiss on the lips. noctis groans and he pushes prompto away, wanting to be the only one in [name]'s arms right now.

"well, if that's the case i think we can go to the car and drive home, yes?" ignis suggests and all of the men nod along to him. "let's go then." ignis continues, taking hold of prompto's hand to drag him to the car.

gladio walked over to [name], shaking noctis off of him to pick up the other man. "a reward for your impressive work today, my prince." gladio smirked, kissing [name]'s forehead and picking him up.

noctis groans once again, glaring at gladio for stealing away his warmth. he just sighed, not bothering with his boyfriend. he just followed him, and his other boyfriends, to the car.

the group walked over to the car, squeezing inside as best as they could. ignis started driving off back home, engaging in conversation with his boyfriends. they all laughed and talked with eachother on the way home.

suddenly, [name] realised something and his eyes widened.

"oh shit. i forgot all my stuff back in the dressing room.." [name] mumbled.

ignis immediately stopped the car and he turned back around. everyone groaned and sighed at [name], shaking their heads.

"[name]!" prompto whined, turning around in his seat and pouting at his boyfriend. "how could you!" prompto continued, acting as if [name] had done the worst thing in the world.

"it's not my fault you guys dragged me out of the dressing room so quickly! it's not my fault you guys wanted to see me and snuggle up to me so badly!" [name] chuckled at prompto. the blonde pouted, turning back around in his seat with his arms crossed over our chest.

"i guess we were just too eager to see our band boy." gladio teased, pressing a kiss to [name]'s cheek. noctis and ignis hummed in agreement, ignis continuing to drive back to the venue.

the group couldn't wait for [name]'s next performance, to have another moment like this. but, they hoped [name] wouldn't end up leaving his stuff again.

- author's note: hope you enjoyed this! this was kind of silly, but i love it. keep requests coming, i love writing requests for you guys :)

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Reunions: Older!Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Reunion sex, Noctis lives, vaginal fingering, soft sex

You stumbled into the room, nearly tripping over your wobbling heels and the long petticoat and skirt. Whipping your head around, you swallowed thickly as you watched Noctis shut the door behind him, turning the heavy lock until it clicked in place before turning to meet your gaze. His ocean blue eyes were dark, glazed over with lust, pupils blown so wide that they nearly swallowed those beautiful irises of his.

You couldn’t help but feel excited. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering, you swore you could hear them. Your heart was beating against your chest, your brain was running in a maze of fog.

The music was still raging on behind that door that Noctis blocked with his body, you both could hear the orchestra clashing and playing beautifully for the dancing crowd from where Noctis had pulled you out of. In a crowd as thick as that one, everyone dancing and laughing and drinking in celebration that the king is back, he could still pick you out of the group with such ease.

Even after all of these years, the passion you both had for each other had yet to settle, only growing like a sylleblossom bush.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” Noctis broke the tense silence in the room first. His eyes were trained on you, practically undressing you. He hadn’t seen you since Lestallum over ten years ago; In his eyes, you really didn’t change at all - you were still as beautiful as ever. “Gladio, Ignis, Prompto?”

“I almost didn’t come, if I’m being honest.” Saying those words hurt your heart, dulling the butterfly tingling sensations in your gut just a bit. You saw the look of carnal hunger soften quickly in Noctis’ eyes, dark eyebrows pinching together. “I thought you wouldn’t have remembered-”

“I did,” he cut you off. “I still do. I remember everything.” Noctis took a few steps forward towards you, with every step he took it made your heart beat loud in your ears like a tightened drum. Even as he stood before you, you still felt like a giddy school girl. “Of course, I remember you. It’s impossible to forget someone like you, I could never forget.”

You felt tears stinging at the back of your eyes like glass shards. Your throat tightened up and your chest had started to ache. Just the look of worry overtaking Noctis’ face was enough to make your heart start to break.

Even though you both hadn’t seen each other in ten years, he was still as handsome as ever. He still had those dazzling eyes that rivaled royal jewelry, he still had those boyish good looks that aged like fine wine, and he still had those tender moments that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. Even while standing before you, you knew exactly what you both wanted to do.

Noctis had reached a hand out, carefully taking your hand in his. He glanced down as he carded his fingers with yours, locking your hands together. He missed this. He missed you; So much that it fucking hurt. It was almost like it wasn’t real at first. Even with your skin pressed against his, it almost felt too real to even be real. Even as you’re standing before him, your warm flesh touching his, your perfume in his nose, your voice in his ears, he almost believed it all to be lies.

Noctis reached his other hand up, brushing his knuckles against your face, moving the stray hairs out of your face allowing him to see how well you’ve aged. His hand rested on your jaw, his thumb on your chin as he tilted your head up to really look him in the eye. He felt his chest starting to tighten with emotions digging up the past ten years he’d spent all alone.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” he murmured.

The emotional dams had broken on both sides as tears started to fall. Your hands had grabbed onto Noctis’ coat, dragging him in as close as your bodies would allow as he connected your lips in a desperate kiss. His hand that was now empty grabbed onto your back, fingers tangling with your hair and pressed your head as close to his as he could. You both moaned into the kiss, the taste of salt slipping in from where your tears had met your lips. You grabbed at more of his coat, nearly tearing apart the expensive material from just how tightly you’d been holding it when you both had started to move before you even realized what was actually going on.

Your feet moved backwards, the two of you stumbling around the room until your ass had struck a lounge chair. You both tumbled down, your back landing against the stiff padding while Noctis braced himself on top of you, the kiss breaking for just a moment as you both looked at each other stunned.

“Noctis,” you whimpered. Your body felt like it was on fire, like you were a diseased woman and the only cure was the king now propped up above you. “I missed you, I need you.”

His hands snatched at the damned petticoats you had under that dress of yours - Astrals, you looked so radiant in this dress, Noctis almost didn’t want to remove it - and bunched them up at your waist. You eagerly grabbed onto them, helping him lift up your skirt at the same time, pooling everything just under your breasts. You shivered as Noctis’ hands gently caress your thighs, the once familiar feeling of his cool hands on your warm skin brought back such great memories. He hesitated, fingers curling up instead of re-exploring lands he’s ventured across before, and looked up at you with those beautiful eyes of his.

“Can I?” he asked in such a small voice, you barely heard it over the music still going on in the ballroom outside.

Your mouth had gone dry so you nodded quickly, swallowing thickly as your body hummed in excitement.

“Please,” you managed to croak out.

His slender fingers wrapped around the hemline of your panties which were starting to get wet before he slowly dragged them down your parted legs and eventually off of your person. Noctis hummed softly, his fingers were cool to the touch when they slowly stroked at your pussy. His fingertips slipped between your folds as if they were rose petals, soft and delicate and seemingly dripping with honey he so desperately wanted to taste. You sighed contently, sparks connecting in your nerves like long awaited surges of power, your eyes fluttered shut as you struggled to take in full breaths. You swore you would cum just from Noctis carefully fingering you alone. He slipped in another finger, both digits teasing at your slick entrance before delving in like they did once upon a time. He remembered how you felt, how you tasted, he swore he could already taste it without his tongue even touching you. He curled his fingers inside of you, drawing out a high-pitched whine from your throat as your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head.

Noctis withdrew his fingers after another moment, mesmerized by the slick that coated his two fingers before licking your sweet nectar right off of them. Your eyes connected once more, you could see the carnal intentions bubbling to the surface once again in those galactic blues.

“You taste just as sweet as I remember, too.”

You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your face, turning your head away as your face felt flushed from how sweet and how soft Noctis was being with you right now. You knew what he wanted to do to you, hell, you wanted him to do it too! But he’s taking his time, he wants to take his time.

His hands had started on his belt, fingers unlatching the silver clasp and unweaving the expensive black leather from the loops of his dress pants before dropping it to the floor with your wet panties. His fingers quickly fumbled with the front of his pants, undoing the buttons and peeling down the zipper to show off the erection that Noctis had been hiding under his clothing shockingly well. Your eyes widened at the sight of the bulge, your cunt cried for it.

Noctis slipped himself out of his underwear, fingers wrapping around his shaft and head and pumping his cock once, twice, three times before he guided it across your dripping pussy. You whimpered as you felt it tap at your passage, wincing at the painful stretch and quickly sighing at the overwhelming pleasure that filled your core without a second thought.

Noctis groaned loudly above you, his hands flying to your hips to steady himself, his hair falling in front of his face.

It was a good thing that the orchestra outside was still raging on and the crowd had still yet to notice that he had long since slipped out.

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Prompto/Ignis Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

third time's the charm by greyskiesblack - Rated T

The last thing Prompto expects when he finds a Mr Flopsy toy is a date, but that's exactly what he gets.

For What It's Worth by saisei - Rated T

Genetically engineered clones weren't made to live long. When Prompto finds out he has just months to live, he calls Ignis. Ignis will know what to do.

Come Find Me by saisei - Rated T

Prompto sees Ignis' soul-light the moment they first meet; Ignis doesn't. Prompto knows that not everyone's guaranteed a happy life with their soul-partner, but he's glad to be able to be friends. He doesn't mind knowing he can never have more.

i saw you in the stars by chthonicheart - Rated T

To: Noctis 11:02 AM did i happen to get married to anyone last night? To: Noctis 11:02 AM particularly, ignis?

The Train by Selador - Rated T

Someone summons daemons in the middle of the train in Insomnia, and Ignis isn't sure if he wants to date the blond guy who helps out or recruit him. Fortunately, he's good at multitasking.

Momentum by Asidian - Rated T

Just the sight of him, standing there holding a cup of coffee, barrels through Prompto's brain like a puppy excited about going out for a walk – and before he even realizes what he's doing, he's fumbling for the camera. He snaps five shots, in quick succession: Ignis looking into the distance, expression soft and preoccupied. Ignis lifting the coffee. Ignis with his lips on the rim, taking a tentative taste. Ignis closing his eyes as though to savor it. Ignis with his eyes open again, looking directly toward the camera. Wait, thinks Prompto, as the last one burrows its way into his thoughts and starts setting off alarm bells. What?

Dragon Blush by Selador - Rated G

Dragons always protect their hoard.

You Say Rotato (and I Say I Love You) by lithos_saeculum - Rated G

Prompto, brainwashed by late-night infomercials, starts buying Ignis useless kitchen gadgets. Surely this can't end well. Or can it?

until you make me move by taizi - Rated T

This moment is one Ignis will keep until it sits in his memory the way Prompto’s camera sits in his hands; well-loved and weathered from being picked up and admired over and over and over again.

How to Break a Deal With the Devil by ohmyfae - Rated T

Prompto Argentum was cursed at birth by a bored trickster god, giving him inhuman, glowing red eyes. His curse earned him censure and ostracism from the town in which he grew up, but he stubbornly refused the god every time he appeared to offer Prompto a wager as a way out.

Then Prompto met Ignis Scientia, a blind traveler from Insomnia with secrets of his own, and with their burgeoning friendship, Prompto found that he suddenly had much more to lose...

Hold Me Tight, Or Don't by countingpaperstars - Rated T

It was then that he saw him - the most gorgeous person he’d ever laid eyes on, leaning against the bar and laughing openly at something his friend next to him was saying. His hair was spiked up, like many of the other patrons', and he’d somehow squeezed into the tightest pair of jeans ever created, a purple coeurl-print shirt stretched across his broad shoulders like sin.   In which Prompto finally meets Noctis' advisor Ignis, but to both of their surprise, they've met before.

The Short Double-Life Of Ignis Scientia by ohmyfae - Rated T

Ignis Scientia has promised Noct that he'll go out and meet his new friend, Prompto Argentum. Just for an afternoon, of course, to make sure that the strange, disconcertingly cheerful teenager is truly everything he seems to be.

Eight hours later, Ignis is sitting in Clarus Amicitia's office, covered in glitter and body paint. How the hell did it end up like this?

Mutually Exclusive, Collectively Exhaustive by whimsicottly - Rated G

“Give it to me straight. Does Ignis hate me?” “Yep,” Noctis says. “Wait, what?!” Prompto struggles to not fall out of his chair. It takes him a second to recompose himself. “I mean, of course! I knew that.” “That explains why he watches out for you in battle, takes the time to learn about your interests, and makes excuses to spend time with you,” Noctis, the traitor, continues. “Good job figuring it out.” “When you put it that way… “

If the Strain Proves too Much by saltslimes - Rated T

Prompto knows, on some sort of principle, that Ignis will not kill him. Consciously, unconsciously, whatever. But practice and principle are two different things.

[thevanillerose]

TRAINING | GLADIOLUS x READER | FFXV

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

“Hey, time to get up sleepy head!” “Mnn...” “C'mon princess, you'll have plenty time to doze later...” “Jes...just...one more minute...”

THWACK. “OW!”

You jolted up like you were on a spring, and quickly shoved his heavy boot away from your side. He hadn't kicked you hard, you were more irritated by the fact that he had pulled you out of such a nice dream. Riding a Chocobo through a field of fluffy white cotton. Ah...you could just...lay back down and...drift away again...

“Ah ah ah, you're not gonna slip that one by me. Come on-” A strong hand took you by the arm and hoisted you up before you had a chance to even open your eyes properly. Rubbing the sleep from them as you were sent stumbling forth and out of the tent flaps, you finally came to enough to turn and give him a good glare.

The man who woke you up was Gladiolus Amicitia- the trusted and loyal bodyguard for Prince Noctis. He stood tall in the sunlight...though he always stood tall, whatever the weather. Hard not to when you were pushing 6'6”. And if his height wasn't notable enough, his muscles certainly were. To say the guy worked out would be an understatement.

Amber eyes smirked back at you, and you scoffed, running a hand through your messy [H/C] hair so you could at least smooth it down. Yes, much like the Crown Prince himself, you were bad for sleeping in. However, Gladio hadn't even given you time to get ready, much less compose yourself. And you needed to. He was training you this morning...and training with him was really no joke.

“Remember what I taught you last time?” he walked over and slapped his palm down around your shoulder. You just looked up at him sourly. “I barely remember my own name right now.” He just laughed heartily. It was hard not to cheer up a bit when he did. His happy moments may not have been as infectious as Prompto's, but it was always nice to see such a tough man smile. Really, he wasn't so bad.

Gladio had been training you like this every morning for the past week while you camped out in Duscae, but it wasn't out of cruelty. If anything, it was the opposite.

You were more of a tactician than anything else, and sometimes you really felt tacked on to this party. Even being sent to accompany and protect Prince Noctis had been a last minute affair. Not that you were complaining...it was far better to be here than back in Insomnia.

You were still shaken by the news. And Noct...well...you tried not to ever talk about it with him.

Gladio only wanted you to feel like you were of more use, since you had told him you'd felt you weren't of any. He was looking out for you by doing this...as torturous as it could be having to wake up at the break of dawn and start exerting yourself. Regardless, you were grateful.

“C'mon princess, let's get going before the others wake up. You wanna be back in time for Ignis' famous breakfast, right?” Gladiolus attempted to spur you on with the promise of food, and yes, shamefully, it was enough to get you going. Letting him lead the way down off the camping plateau and toward the marshy plains, you jogged lightly after him, but soon picked up the pace enough to become level with the guy.

A little sweat was already gathering on your brow but you tried not to make a big deal of it. It would be true to say that part of you wanted to impress him. When it came to anything physical he was always the king, and you at least wanted to keep up in some respects.

Eventually you reached your destination, which was one of the fishing shacks arranged around the edges of the vast lake there. Coming to a stop by the mirror-esque water, you caught sight of yourself reflected within it. All hunched over with your hands on your knees like that and your hair strewn haphazardly around your face, you couldn't help grimacing.

So what? You were spending one-on-one time with an objectively attractive male. Who could really blame you for wanting to look presentable?

Quickly fixing yourself, you then turned and exhaled slowly, seeing that Gladio was already standing there ready and waiting to start the next phase of training. The run here was only meant as a warm up. Here was where the real tricky stuff started.

You called it 'tricky' because you really weren't a fighter. Sure, you could handle the daggers you carried well enough, but you were still distinctly lacking when it came to combat. Gladio was here to help you gain that sharp edge...to become more capable. You hoped.

“Let's pick up where we left off last time.” he cracked his knuckles, though it was for preparation, not intimidation. “You need to learn to become more aware of your surroundings. Half of combat is all about blocking. If you go crazy just trying to get in a hit anywhere you can, you'll not only tire yourself out, but you'll leave yourself completely open for a counterstrike.” This was all knowledge you could have inferred yourself, but you still listened to him intently as he carried on: “The key is timing. Knowing when to attack, and knowing when to shield yourself. Now-”

Suddenly, his fist swung. You gasped and stumbled back a step, quickly throwing up your arm in a clumsy fashion. Naturally he didn't plan on actually hitting you, but his knuckle still came close enough to give you a scare. Pulling back again, Gladio took another step towards you and laid his hand upon your shoulder once more, making sure you were steady. “See, now that's an issue. And it was only hand to hand too. You'll definitely struggle if you try to block a sword like that.”

Most certainly in the case of the one he carried. No innuendo intended.

“Right...okay...” you sighed heavily. A bout of weariness hit you again but you quickly shook your head to get rid of the sensation. Gladiolus didn't seem to notice, instead just carrying on with his lesson.

“Let me show you the best way of doing this. Take out your daggers for me.”

Doing as he asked, you placed them in his palm when he held it out expectantly. Lifting the weapons to his eyeline, Gladio then felt the blade of one between his thumb and forefinger, before humming and nodding.

“Yeah, it's strong enough alright.” “Strong enough for what?” Your innocently phrased question prompted a live demonstration from the man. And you didn't feel quite so innocent when he stood behind you and pressed up against your back.

It was in moments like these that you really noticed how small you were compared to him. You weren't actually that tiny for a girl, but you were practically a gnat in comparison to someone like Gladio. His strong and muscled arms looped around in front of your chest, though didn't wrap around you. Rather, he had only positioned himself in such a way so that he could take your hands in his and help guide the glinting blades. Even his hands alone seemed to engulf yours...

“See, if you cross them like this-” Gladio moved your limbs so that blade was against blade, forming something of an 'X' shape, “-it'll act as a makeshift shield for you. Blocking a two handed beast like this still isn't ideal, but it gives you an option if you don't have the time or speed to roll aside.”

As you stared up at the two intertwined blades, you could see the sun shining boldly through the gap. The heat from those golden rays beat down upon your already sweating face, and you squinted. Your vision started to blur, your knees wobbling.

Suddenly the sky was rolling around you. A mix of blues and greens shot through your vision, until you felt the middle of your back hit something firm. The sight before you was replaced by a sudden darkness, and your eyes fell heavy before closing...

Some time passed, yet for you it was an instant. Those same eyes of yours began to flicker, letting in little glimpses of far more filtered light, before eventually opening enough to let you see the canopy of leaves above. At your side, your palm ventured out to help push you up, gracing over a soft, cool fabric, set down against the slightly moist grass. Though you managed to urge yourself to sit, something quickly took hold of your shoulder.

You knew that motion anywhere.

Looking over, you could see Gladiolus sitting on the same navy blue blanket, his arm outstretched to hold you steady. His sharp amber eyes never left your weary visage for a second.

“Easy there...just take it slow.” he urged you cautiously, before gently letting his hand slip away when he was sure you were sitting fine. Blinking a few more times to clear away the last spots of drowsiness, you observed the gruff man with a furrowed brow.

“...What...what happened?” “You fainted.” he stated simply, turning his attention away from you momentarily to focus on the pot of food he was stirring, before looking back again. “It was my fault. I think I pushed you too much, too soon.” “No that's...that's what I wanted though...” you spoke drearily and shook your head in what felt like slow motion. Clearly you still weren't totally together after that ordeal, but at least you were in the shade.

Gladiolus must have caught you when you collapsed. Good thing he was standing right there, eh?

“Doesn't matter what you wanted, I should have seen it coming. Obviously you were already at your limit.” Gladiolus continued to scold himself while he spooned up some soup and motioned closer. His hand went to your lower back and he held the spoon before your lips. “Open up. Ignis made this for you.”

Usually you would have been internally freaking out at this point. Every time he touched you during training you always felt a bit of a spark anyway, but here he really was treating you like the 'princess' he affectionately called you (even though you were far from royalty). However, you were still so woozy that you merely did as he wanted with little reaction, opening your mouth and letting him feed you. It was delicious of course, as could be expected from the delicacy master himself- Ignis. Though a worrying thought came to mind as he helped you eat, and between your second and third spoonful you had to ask:

“-Did the other boys find out about this then?” “What, about you fainting?” Gladiolus smirked and shook his head. “Don't worry, I had a feeling you'd want to save face. I just told them you wanted to have breakfast down by the lake since it looked so nice. They didn't suspect a thing.”

Good. Relieved, you started to relax a little more. Your strength returned enough to let you finish the soup yourself, and once you had you felt magnanimously better. Finally, you were human again.

“That was awful. Dammit...why am I so weak?” you questioned curtly, and Gladiolus took his turn to frown. “[Y/N], you're not weak. Not even slightly. Do you think we could have come this far if you were?” He had a point. You were already well underway on your journey, and it wasn't like it had always been a piece of cake. Still... “I need to be stronger than this. I need to get stronger so I can protect the Prince...”

Yes. Maybe you did. But as Gladio looked at you, he didn't see a single thing he really wanted to change. At first he could admit that he had doubted how useful you would be as part of the Crownsguard. Yet over time he had come to see just how important you were to the team. You were incredibly smart, and quick thinking. You had a knack for knowing what to do even in the most baffling situations. Just as a good defence was as important as a good attack, it was also crucial to have that kind of clarity at your disposal.

Besides...that wasn't the only thing he had started to notice about you. You had many other notable assets too...and as you sat there in the mottled shade of the lakeside tree, he saw one of them very clearly. A gentle, tender smile had spread across your lips and in turn illuminated the rest of your features. Sometimes he doubted it was possible you could look any prettier, yet in that moment you perhaps looked the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

“Thank you, Gladio. For helping me so much. I promise I'll do better next time...” “Don't...don't worry about it.” Did he just stutter? Stumble over his words? Hell, he even rubbed the back of his neck like a sheepish schoolboy. Gladiolus quickly composed himself again though. Right now wasn't the right time for that. Right now he wasn't ready to reveal anything of that nature.

“You can take a day off tomorrow, and then we'll carry on after that.” he told you, to which you nodded affirmatively. “Sounds good.”

That was right. For the moment...he just had to focus.

In a way...he was training himself too.

[primamchorus]

Cordial Triangle

Being in Hammerhead never used to be such an uneasy thing for Primam. Though when the person who has her affections pines for one who, like he to her, does not seem to return them, it hurts to bear witness to. Perhaps a bit too much.

Word Count: 938

Notes: Written a little while ago as a response to my friend asking how a Primam and Cindy conversation would go regarding the demisexual/demiromantic pining from one, to the lack of attraction of the other asexual/aromantic.

Hammerhead was a quiet place at night. A boon considering its location. It was too far from any town or city to have the added benefit of the occasional Hunter. Thankfully the lights did well to stave off any threat of daemon attack. Primam was grateful she could spend the night in relative comfort after being on the road for far longer than had been comfortable for anyone.

Though…it was as much comfort as she could afford. Being back in Hammerhead made Primam just a little uneasy. Somewhat miffed, if all truths could be bared and on display.

But they could not.

"Heya, hun!" came the Leiden belle accent of Cindy. A voice that stuck much like honey;  just as sweet, too. "Pawpaw told me that y'all should be outta here in the mornin'. That car'a yours is purrin' somethin' sweet. Just a few adjustments, and she'll be right as rain."

"Oh...um..." Primam started. She lifted a hand, soon pointing her thumb back at Takka's Pit Stop. "I'll...pass the information to my brother. He's a bit more knowledgeable about the workings than me and probably has better questions than I do that he could shoot your way come morning."

Primam felt a lump forming in her throat. She had been at the table outside the RV to get away from the boys for the time being. Because being in Hammerhead and seeing the clear rebuffed affection Prompto had for Cindy made her...

"Let him down easy..." Primam’s words spilled forth before she realized what she had said. But now that they were out there, she curled her fingers into a fist on the table. She cursed herself for having a mouth that spoke before she had the mental fortitude to prevent herself.

"Let who down easy?" Cindy asked, a brow quirked with bemusement.

Shit...

The lump grew larger, threatening to choke her.

"P...Prompto..." Primam quietly replied. This sense of shame clawed at her...but why? "He...He's too good to be hurt like--" I have. "To be hurt by not having his feelings returned..."

Cindy's posture changed, her expression unreadable as she brought a hand to her chin. She contemplated Primam’s words before looking toward the diner. "Hun, I'll be honest... I never quite realized he liked me."

Cindy then walked forward -- skipped, really -- and knelt down to be eye level with Prim as she sat there. Placing a friendly hand on her knee, Cindy offered a reassuring smile. "But...I think you should tell 'im how ya feel. I don't reckon you'd go outta your way to ask me somethin' like that if ya didn't feel strongly for 'im."

Primam could feel her lips involuntarily curling and pursing into a tight line on her face as she furrowed her brow slightly. It felt…almost terrible to have her own feelings being seen like that. Primam had done her best all this time to keep them to herself. Even just one person knowing would have felt like an invasion of privacy. Not to mention she hated the idea of anyone even remotely thinking of telling Prompto at all.

“He’s…” Primam averted her gaze. “We’ve been friends for a long time. He’s…”

There were a number of little moments that stood out to Primam as she allowed her words to linger. How Prompto was the first person to ever compliment her hair. How he invited her out to the butterfly garden after exams to cheer her up and hopefully remove the stress she had piling on. How he offered to walk her home after she had been working extremely late one evening because he said he did not want her to be alone…

“He’s just the most considerate friend one could ask for,” Primam quietly finished. “He deserves everything nice this star has to offer. I don’t want to see him hurt because that’s the last thing he deserves.”

“... Sugar, I don’t see why it seems you're thinkin’ that can’t be you.” Cindy rose back up to her feet, hands going to her hips. “But maybe ya don’t actually have feelin’s for ‘im. Still, it seems like you value ‘im more than words can express.”

Cindy looked back into the diner, and through the lit up windows, she saw Prompto talking with Tandem and Ros. They were laughing over something, which had been a decent sight to see. Everything otherwise had been so somber since the nobles had come back without the king with them.

“He hasn’t said nor expressed anythin’ to me, though, hun…” Cindy finally said. “If he tries to confess or anythin’, I really ain’t all that interested. I got plenty more to worry about than enterin’ into any committed relationship. But I’ll keep what you said in mind and let ‘im down easy.”

For a moment, Primam looked confused. What did Cindy mean that Prompto had not expressed nor said anything to her? Every time Primam saw Prompto, it was clear as daylight how he pined for her and wanted so badly to tell her how he felt. Hearing Cindy say that…Primam wondered if it was the same with her and Prompto.

“I can tell ya got a lot on your mind, hun. I’ll leave you to it,” Cindy’s voice cut through the silence, as did the crunch of gravel underneath her boots as she turned to walk back to hers and Cid’s garage. She paused for a moment, looking over her shoulder, “Try not to dwell too hard on whatever’s eatin’ away at ya and get yourself a good night’s rest, ya hear?”

“Y-Yeah… I’ll…I’ll try…” Primam replied, her voice still small.

[goddessofroyalty]

SO, while I was reading your “Cloud is the remnants carrier” and “Cloud is Promtos dad” I had the biggest brain idea e v e r. So the idea is the triplets and Prompto being AGSZC kids hUH HUH.

NOW HERE ME OUT ON THIS, instead of all the triplets having all silver hair one has reddish brownish hair (Genesis), another has a deep black color (Angeal (Idk how to describe his hair :(.)), while of course the last stays silver (Sephiroth).

Now I’m kinda stuck on which of the triplets would have what parent but have patience with me it’s 4 in the morning when this idea bitch slapped me.

SO CONTINUING WITH THE IDEA Prompto being the obvious mix of Zack and Cloud, with clouds looks and zacks personality how can that nOT FIT‼️‼️‼️ Now to top all this off keep the idea of Poly ASGZC (if you wanna add in the angst the go all for it shawty!!!!!), Big brother triplets, and Sweet, Innocent, Loving Baby brother Prompto getting a crush OR GOD FORBID *whispering* b o y f r i e n d s

I know Prompto and the Remnants being siblings (and Cloud's kids) has been discussed on this blog before. I believe the Remnant's were Prompto's younger siblings though. And I don't want to do the hunt for it myself right now (this ask may gain links later).

There is a theory floating around that the Remnants are meant to mirror the three original firsts. I believe it's Loz is Angeal (biggest but unlike Angeal the most emotionally unstable), Yazoo is Genesis (can't remember the justification), and Kadaj is Sephiroth. So could line up that parents with that if you wanted.

The Remnants would be so intense as big brothers. I do think they would be kind of mean big brothers though - it's playful teasing on their part but they have an intensity about them that a lot of Prompto's insecurity probably can be connected back to his big brothers. And especially if they have lost most of their parents, they want their baby brother to be strong enough to survive and they are willing to push him if that is what it takes for him to be able to do what needs to be done.

The flipside is that they are also very protective of their baby brother. Nobody else can be even slightly mean to Prompto or possibly think about dating him. They simply won't allow it and will beat up whoever the person in question is.

Prompto is probably a very sneaky child in this verse. Not because of Cloud but because of his brothers.

[tonberry-yoda]

Heya! May I request a Final Fantasy male matchup? Feel free to chose a franchise from your list whatever comes into your mind first

𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬/𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦: Biromantic Pansexual and Genderfluid; He/They (though I'm biologically woman irl)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 21 years old, 5'1.5", Southeast Asian. Chubby with messy shoulder length brunette hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a small beauty mark on my forehead. Feminine Tomboy/Soft Vintage (like Malia Tate's style from Teen Wolf) but loves to wear Korean makeup style

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Libra-Scorpio cusp, Muggleborn Slytherin with a patronous spirit of Hummingbird, an INFJ, my enneagram is 4w5 and my moral alignment is Neutral Good. I may have a slight introverted tendencies and awkward/anxious nature, I describe myself as fiery, swears like a sailor, confident, jokester, and, passionate. Religious, super talkative, sometimes hyper (because of excitement), giggly (I always laugh/snort for stupid reasons), nerdy, also sweet and nice though I can be aloof, intimidating, and scary when I get so angry. I tend to become really fiesty, stands boldly on what I believe (claiming myself as a realist though some of my views doesn't makes sense), unbothered to be myself, stubborn, young-at-heart, clumsy unfortunate and inattentive. Would don't give af towards the people that I hate, sarcasam and savagery is my main language. But on the other side, I overthink a lot and cry over small things many times which I sound like a drama queen, and a perfectionist that provokes even more, yet recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Chill in academics, but very competitive that manages to the top even for my dreams---I'm very dedicated on what I want for my life, and I display modesty and gracefulness towards some people that deserves respect. One notable feature about her is her multi-potentiality due to being naturally gifted in artistic fields (this includes singing).

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦/𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Arts, choir, poetry, karaoke, literature, history, makeup, beauty pageants, fun/deep/dumb conversations, expanding my knowledge in Christianity, documentaries (about saints), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦: Stereotyping, obligation (without a logical reason), getting excluded, being interrupted, invalidating my feelings, judgemental people, telenovelas, hypocrites, dirty bathrooms, blackout, lightning, firecrackers, toads, snakes, cockroaches, toxic masculinity, misogyny, fake woke individuals, colonial mentality, and absurdly girly things

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: Drawing, singing, dancing when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it), sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, walking like a model (if I ever feel so confident), sleeping, listening to music (2000s, rock, kpop, and EDM), chatting or browsing on social media, watching videos on YouTube, making terrible jokes/puns, watching cartoons, writing, cooking, reading interesting things, and conceptualizing my artworks. I also used to study Italian language a bit

oh my goodness hi there!!! sorry this took a bit, i have been piled with finals, but i got the hard stuff outta the way and now i only have a couple more lets GOOOOOOO. now onto the matchup because I have the perfect character for you!!!!

the character I chose for you is...

PROMPTO!!!

omg he was my first fictional crush look at how beautiful he is

he loves to kiss the beauty mark on your forehead, it was like made for him to land a little kiss on lol

literally thinks you're the most gorgeous being on the entire planet

everything about you

loves your style and just cant get over you lol

thinks it's adorable when he gets you laughing

it's kind of his favorite thing when he makes you laugh because he thinks your laugh is adorable and he wants to be the only one to hear it sometimes, so expect him to crack a lot of silly jokes

he thinks it's really attractive that you get feisty and can stand up for what you believe in

loves your confidence it just makes him love you 100x more because he himself can be a little insecure, so you definitely help him by example showing how amazing you are

he will definitely hold you in those spots where you arent feeling 100% and overthinking. he knows exactly how that can feel, so expect conversations and hugs for sure

definitely doesnt think you're a drama queen and wants to help you as best as he can because he cares about you so much

he is literally the king of dumb jokes and pick up lines, so expect to be blushing and laughing a lot around this doofas

he is very supportive of you and your dreams and will help to the best of his ability (though if it is anything related to academics, he will smile at you, tell you you're doing great and then tell you to go ask Ignis for help lmfaooo)

he will listen to you sing from afar, but if you are willing to sing in front of him, please do, he will love you forever because he is such a sucker for your beautiful voice

loves all of the things you're talented at and will listen to you talk about them for hours with hearts in his eyes

it doesnt matter if you're bad at dancing, expect Prompto to appear in the room and pull you into his arms, dancing with you

walk like a model and this man will hype you up and BEG for a fashion show fr

you two definitely get each other laughing with your awful puns, but that's kinda the best part about you two lmao

cuddle and watch cartoons, that's it. no more has to be said. prompto loves this

if you cook for him, he will brag to Ignis that you are a way better cook

he definitely put you in a pickle there lmaooo

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@tonberry-yoda

[thisfairytalegonebad]

Scars - Whumptober day 27

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Character: Mostly Noctis Lucis Caelum (even though the scars refer to Prompto) Rating: Teen and up Warning: None

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

Gladio has had scars for as long as Noct can remember. They didn’t meet as children, but apparently, he was a rowdy child who got hurt a lot, so he was already littered with scars of varying size and severity by the time Noct met him. Later, as his duties became more serious, so did his scars. The first really memorable one was of course the one on his face, the one he received protecting Noct from some drunk strangers, but more followed over the years, like the huge one on his chest or the other one on his face. But the scars suit him and give him a rugged sort of appearance that he seems strangely proud of, and Noct doesn’t think he’s ever been bothered by them at all.

He never imagined Ignis with prominent scars. His hands are scarred quite a bit from handling knives, both while cooking and in training. He doesn’t nick himself a lot anymore, these days, but both skills took time to master and during that time, he cut himself pretty frequently. He also has a small scar on his right wrist from when his chronic tendonitis could no longer be treated by conservative means and had to be fixed with surgery. But Ignis isn’t in the direct line of fire, and so Noct thinks him relatively safe of major scarring. He is, of course, horribly wrong as he finds out after he wakes from his extended sleep in Altissia and finds Ignis’ face marred with silvery burns along with his entire left shoulder and arm.

And of course, Noct has his fair share of scars of his own. The biggest one and the one he hates the most is the one on his back from his childhood accident. He can’t see it without a mirror, but the look of it is burnt into his mind’s eye. It’s not a heroic scar like Gladio’s or Ignis’, it’s not something to be proud of. The only thing it is is a permanent reminder that he has a target on his back simply because of who he is.

The only one out of the four of them who is blessedly free of scars (except for the one on his abdomen from getting his appendix removed) is Prompto. Prompto is not a fighter, and he hasn’t gone through rigorous training since he was old enough to walk - he’s just a civilian who gets dragged into one mess after another through no fault of his own other than being best friends with Noct.

After ten years of being locked away in a crystal, it’s hard enough coming to terms with your friends having lived a third of their lives without him in them, but so far, the changes have been subtle enough for Noct to ignore them or at least easily get over them. Gladio got even more ridiculously jacked and handsome, Iggy learnt how to fight blind, Prompto has a patch of hair on his face and tries to call it a goatee. A little unexpected, some more than others, but ultimately no big deal.

But when Noct enters the sleeping quarters in the Glaives’ hideout beneath Insomnia, he catches a glimpse of Prompto’s body as he’s out of his uniform and only wearing his boxers, and he freezes mid-step.

Prompto is absolutely covered in scars. Some small, some bigger and more serious-looking, and they’re on his legs, his torso, his arms, and Noct feels sick.

“Oh, hey, Noct?” Prompto says when he notices Noct in the door. “What’s up? You look a little pale, you okay?”

“Where did you get those?” Noct voice cracks at the last word.

Prompto frowns. “Get what?”

“Those!” Noct croaks, gesturing at Prompto’s everything.

“What’s those mean?”

“The scars! Where the hell did you get so many scars?!”

Prompto looks down on himself as if it were the first time he became aware of the marks on his skin. “Oh, those?”

The nonchalant way he says it, accompanied by a shrug, makes Noct want to grab him by the shoulder and shake some sense into him.

“Just, y’know. It’s a dangerous world out there, these days. This wasn’t a specific event or anything, they’re just from ten years of fighting,” Prompto explains. He makes it sound like it’s no big deal, and, shit, Noct knows Prompto, knows when he’s just putting up a front, but this? This sounds like he genuinely doesn’t think it’s a big deal, and that, for some reason, is enough to break some kind of dam inside of Noct.

It’s all his fault. If he hadn’t taken ten entire years to become strong enough, a worthy King, if he had been there then he might have prevented this. Even from his short time back among the not-crystallized, he’s seen how much they’ve suffered, how much they’ve lost, all because he wasn’t strong enough to do his duty for Ten. Fucking. Years.

The weight of everything is concentrated in Prompto’s scars, a permanent reminder of Noct’s weakness, his failure.

He can’t vocalize any of this, though, has neither the emotional capacity nor the words for it. The only thing he manages is, “You shouldn’t have those.”

Prompto, even after all this time, is still as good at reading people as he was ten years ago, and so he catches on immediately.

“Hey, it’s fine, c’mon, let’s sit down,” he says, gently grabbing Noct by the shoulder and making him sit down on a bed. When he sits next to him, he’s close enough that their shoulders and knees are almost touching, and the proximity is both comforting and punishing - Noct doesn’t deserve to be this close, he just hurts everyone he loves with his presence.

“I know what you’re thinking, I can see the gears turning inside your head, so let me just preface this by saying that those are in no way your fault,” Prompto starts. He knocks his knee against Noct’s in a familiar, friendly gesture. “Also, most of those weren’t even that bad. We just had to ration the curatives we had left, so we couldn't just fix every little cut with a potion like we were used to, so stuff would just scar."

“Is that why you have so many?” Noct’s voice is barely above a whisper. “Do the others look like that too?”

Prompto sighs and leans back on his hands. “Kind of? I mean, Not quite as many as me, but still a fair share. Look, the reason why I’m covered in scars is because I couldn’t fight for shit for the first year or so. I learnt a lot of stuff when I was on the road with you guys, but it’s still different from hunting daemons in an apocalypse, y’know?”

He pauses then, seemingly searching for the right words to explain.

“Gladio was a badass from the very start, it didn’t take much training for him. It was harder for Iggy, but the fighting itself was mostly muscle memory. It just took some time for him to adjust, but everything’s dark anyway so he wasn’t much worse off than we were. Me, though? I realised real damn fast that you guys carried me through most fights back then and I was kind of useless most of the time.”

“That’s not true,” Noct says immediately and without thinking, but that doesn't make his protest any less true. “You weren’t useless!”

“It’s fine, I know I was.” Prompto smiles wistfully. “Either way, it’s a different world out there now. The daemons are bigger, stronger, smarter. It was a steep learning curve for me, and the result was a lot of bleeding wounds. But I’m fine and I only got stronger from it. I'm pretty damn good at fighting now, you know.”

To that, Noct doesn’t really know what to say, and for the first time, it hits him how grown up Prompto sounds now. It’s still undoubtedly Prompto, his best friend, but it’s obvious that he’s changed - they all are. They’ve lived through things Noct can barely begin to imagine, and they’re all real, proper adults now, while Noct…

Well, Noct is technically, physically, also thirty years old now, but being stuck in a rock for ten years doesn’t really compare to fighting for your life and that of others for ten years.

Regret and guilt fill his chest at once, and he balls his fist in his lap.

“I’ll make it worth it,” he promises. “Everything you’ve fought for - you, the guys, everyone else, I’ll make sure it wasn’t for nothing.”

It’s the least he can do, he owes them that much. He knows his fate now - Bahamut hasn’t really left much up to interpretation. All that’s left for him to do now is to step up and do his job, even if he knows he won’t live to see the dawn.

Prompto doesn’t know that, though, doesn’t know any of it, and so his smile is no less bright and cheerful than what Noct is used to from him when he says, “I know you will, buddy.”

And Noct intends to keep it that way as long as he can.

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Read all of my Whumptober prompt fills here.

[ivorydice]

15 Questions

I was tagged by @lunarlegend (thankies! 💜)

And I'll be giving no pressure tagging to: @oftincturedwords @alipeeps @promptos-barcode @amiyade @quartzguts @marmolita @kaelinaloveslomaris and anyone else who might want to do this *bonk* tagged.

1. Are you named after anyone? My middle name was my maternal grandmother's name. It's the only part of my name that I actually like lol. I also recently discovered one of its meanings is "sunflower" which makes me eternally happy for some reason XD

2. When was the last time you cried?

Literally today lmao ughhhhhhhh

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, and I highly doubt I ever will.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I was gonna answer this with yes, but thinking about it now I don't think I use it quite that often. I prefer silly humour instead.

5. What sports do you/have you played?

None, I've never been a sporty person lol.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Their hair, I think. It's the easiest way for me to remember what someone looks like. I have a hard time with faces.

7. Eye colour?

Blue-greenish

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies, I love horror so much (shocking, I know).

9. Any special talents?

Uhhhhhh? I can flare my nostrils, I'm just that amazing (😅).

10. Where were you born?

The north east of England.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, video games, reading, photography. I'm quite boring lmao.

12. Do you have any pets?

We have a cat (my sister's, technically), she's black and smaller than regular cats, and she likes to sprint around and act like a kitten even though she'll be, like, 8 this year or something. She was actually legit half feral when she came home as a kitten because she'd been left to live in the back of a barn by the family that had her, but now she's a massive baby that loves attention. We used to be frenemies, I'm the one she scratches up and chews on and kicks and pounces because I'm her play buddy or something, but recently she's decided she's also obsessed with me and comes shouting up the stairs for me if I'm in my room and likes to have naps on my lap while I'm on my computer.

I did have a dog, a black Labrador, though sadly she passed away back in March. But I still love her very much, that absolute GOOFBALL, she was a thief, she loved savoury foods so much, chicken was her favourite thing in the world, and she would rip the heads off dandelions and throw them away WHY I STILL DON'T GET IT WHY GIRL. I feel sorry for the other Rainbow Bridge pets because my girl will be storming around ripping all the flowers up XDDD

13. How tall are you?

5'6"

14. Favourite subject in school?

Uhhhh none lol. I can't remember, I think English and History. I think even religious studies in primary school, I was fascinated with learning about different religions.

15. Dream job? Working on video games maybe. Also film director. I would just love to make films, short ones, long ones, anything. I just want to be able to tell stories in so many different ways lol.

[glaivenoct]

For your NyxNoct prompt sentence -

"I always hoped— but to actually hear you say it is better than I'd ever dreamed."

In the ten years Noctis had spent within the crystal, even when he thought he had finally accepted the weight of an unbreakable fate, there were always the What Ifs in the back of his mind. The 'Maybe it doesn't have to be this way' trains of thoughts. The pondering of whether or not he could come up with another way to fix things.

He had no doubt given up hope shortly before he awoke at Angelgard. Though he hoped that Nyx and his friends wouldn't try to save him. At that point, in the poor state of the world, it was easier to accept fate. To lie down and pass on the light they'd all been deprived of for a decade, even if that thought terrified him.

There's no other way. The gods said it, therefore it must be.

What a load of shit.

Noctis still isn't entirely sure how they did it. He's not quite sure how he's sitting here at the top of the Citadel's steps, the suit of his raiment tattered and sullied with dirt and dried blood. There's a singed tear in the fabric at the center of his chest, a jagged scar that would suggest the wound is months old rather than fresh, and a dull phantom ache lingering beneath the skin.

The sun is refreshingly warm on his face. There's no cold clutch of an ancestral ring on his finger. The city, while it might appear to be in shambles at the first few glances, is far from unsalvagable.

In due time, the world will recover. For now, however...

"Can you say it again?" Noctis asks quietly, voice on the verge of breaking as he turns his head to Nyx beside him.

Nyx, who is a little more battle worn from when Noctis first entered the crystal. He bears the same jagged white facial scars that mark his survival from the city's initial fall. There are heavy bags under his blue eyes that bear a decade's worth of sleepless nights and ruthless daemon battles. His hair is now long and braided, beads of Galahd tradition still woven in near the scalp, among a few new ones Noctis hasn't had the chance to ask about yet. Though there are more streaks of silver in Nyx's hair than Noct remembers. He knows one is but another souvenir of that damn ring Nyx dared to become worthy of so long ago. The others... Noctis always wondered if something from that brief possession of power always stuck with Nyx.

Wrinkles form at the corner of Nyx's eyes as he focuses on Noct, discerning the unspoken plea behind his request. He seems like he understands as he scoots closer to Noctis and gently rests his gloved hand over Noct's.

Say it again so I know it's real.

"We made it, Noct." Nyx says softly, smiling as his eyes grow wet and glint under the rays of the first sun in ten years. "Against all the odds, we made it."

Funny enough, while it's better than what he could have ever dreamed, it's more than he can bear. He exhales shakily and finds himself naturally leaning against Nyx, resting a weary head on an equally weary shoulder. Nyx then rests his own head against Noct's, squeezing his hand in reassurance that it's all real.

His friends approach from behind to help him bear the rest as they take in the dawn. Gladio and Ignis settle behind them, each resting a hand on Noct's shoulders and kneading them encouragingly. Prompto settles down on Noct's other side and leans in close, holding his other hand.

It's more than Noctis can bear in the best way possible. More so when he sees Cor pausing in his steps up ahead, Iris, Libertus and Aranea doing the same; seemingly wondering if they see what they think they see. They all start running towards the steps as Nyx and his friends hug him tight.

Noctis closes his eyes to bask under the sun as he takes a deep breath, and Nyx utters softly:

"Long live the King of Light."

[savage-rhi]

Hello!!! Can I request a prompto/gladiolus where prompto has been hurting himself and finally ask for help? Mabye using the prompt “Nobody’s seen you in days.”

Sure thing! Also, thank you for sending in an FF request! I love the variety! 💙

"One more layer to go," Gladio muttered to himself, after he finished applying another oil onto his great sword. He carefully inspected all the blemishes the weapon had acquired on his journey, admiring how battered the old thing was. Soon though, he'd have to get a new one. Gladio furrowed his brows at the thought. He never considered himself someone that got sentimental over material goods but even his heart strings felt pulled the longer he dwelled on it.

"Maybe I can salvage it somehow." Gladio said aloud. He found it easy to navigate his mind when he could speak freely. Something that wasn't common these days while camping with three other guys. Then again, it had been awfully quiet as of late. Ever since Prompto left a note about needing some time to himself, the energy among the group had dwindled down. Gladio would be lying to himself if he didn't miss the chaos a little.

Speak of the devil...Gladio said to himself when he heard a few twigs snapped from the weight of someone's shoe upon them. He gripped the handle of his blade, just in case this happened to be an intruder. Seconds later, Prompto's form began to emerge and Gladio loosened his hold. He sighed through his nose out of relief.

"Were you seriously going to take a swing at me?" Prompto asked with a gulp, gesturing at the weapon as he walked close to the encampment.

"And ruin the pretty hairs on your head? No way." Gladio huffed sarcastically.

"Well," Prompto made a face and rubbed the back of his neck before proceeding. "I'll leave you to it! Whatever it is you're...doing. I saw that Iggy and Noct went fishing, so if it's all the same, I'm gonna catch up on my beauty sleep before they show up!"

"Nobody's seen you in days." Gladio murmured. He watched Prompto stop in his tracks. The playful demeanor the younger man carried seemed to die along with what little composure he had. Gladio knew he had caught him. The question now was what kind of trouble did Prompto fall into. That worried him a great deal as much as Gladio shrugged it off when Noctis and Ignis questioned him about his concerns.

"It's like I said," Prompto began. "I needed some time to myself. I was getting cooped up with everybody."

"Not buying it." Gladio shook his head. "We both know you're lying."

"Maybe I don't want to talk about it, ever thought of that?"

Both Gladio and Prompto were taken back by the latter's irate tone. Once the initial shock wore off, Gladio nervously scratched the side of his nose and got up after putting the sword down next to the camp fire. He calmly approached Prompto. His gaze stern as ever, but his expression began to soften when he noticed the deep sadness in Prompto's eyes.

"Look, you don't gotta tell me jack," Gladio muttered and crossed his arms. "But I'm saying this as your friend, I'm here for you. The guys are here for you too. We were scared you got caught up in some BS we couldn't save you from."

Prompto sighed and nodded. "I know. I know I scared everyone. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. Just be mindful next time you want to get up and run off. Are you hurt at all?" Gladio asked and gestured to Prompto.

"I--" Prompto closed his eyes and averted his gaze. He made a fist with his right hand, and then it was decided. He carefully rolled up the sleeve to his upper left arm, showing off fresh cuts that had been self inflicted. He visibly tensed, hearing Gladio gasp.

"Prompto--"

"I-I had to blow off some steam! I didn't know---I didn't know how to, not when I know what I--" He couldn't bring himself to finish the rest of his sentence. Tears began to well up in the corner of Prompto's eyes. "I thought I was over it, finding out I'm some---copy of a horrible guy. I guess I'm not."

"Man..." Gladio was at a loss for words. He shook his head and reached out for Prompto, not giving his younger friend a chance to escape as he swung his right arm around Prompto's shoulder, minding the cuts, and pulled him into a tight side embrace.

Gladio felt Prompto become petrified as his tired eyes looked up. His bottom lip quivering while Gladio shook his head and gave a reassuring pat.

"I'm not good with these situations but---you matter. You really do. I know Iggy and I were initially cold to you when we started this trip, but that's because we have Noct to protect. I've seen what you're made of, and Prompt, you do matter. Not just to Noct and Iggy, but me as well. Damn it, we already decided you're the baby chocobo out of the group. The spirited one that keeps the life flowing. I sure as hell can't live up to that mantle. Doubt Iggy or Noct could. Who gives a damn about how you were conceived? It doesn't matter to the guys or me. We love you for you and that's that."

Prompto didn't think it to be physically possible for Gladio to utter the word love, much less did he ever think he'd bear witness to Gladio admitting their friendship was legitimate. He sniffled and wiped away at his eyes, trying to be strong all the while take everything to heart. He was missed. Truly missed.

"I don't know if I can stop hurting myself." Prompto admitted while rubbing his eyes.

"We'll figure it out together. Just like we always do when we get our asses handed." Gladio smiled, giving a firm pat to Prompto's back. He chuckled hearing the wind get knocked out of him, although he worried he overdid it until Prompto smiled back sincerely.

"C'mon, let's get you patched up." Gladio gestured with his head to the tent.

"What about Noct and Iggy?"

"We'll worry about them later. First, you gotta tell me where you headed off to."

Prompto nodded and allowed himself to be led back to camp by Gladio. A few more pats to the back reassured the younger man that returning to his friends was the right call. If anything kept him grounded nowadays, it was the people who had become his brothers. Somehow he knew, despite not feeling well, that things would work out.

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☆ obvious

prompto argentum x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: prompto has a massive crush on [name] and thinks he's doing well at hiding it. alas, [name] already knows about prompto's crush when he confesses. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

prompto had a massive crush on you. he thought he made sure it was a secret, but alas he didn't. he was so obvious about his feelings towards you. from the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you and the way he tried subtly flirting. they all added up and made it so, so obvious that he was in love with you.

"hey dude." prompto smirked as he came over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "hey." you greet back with a smile. it was like he was an open book - prompto's intentions were so obvious.

prompto hummed at you before speaking up again. "how's my favourite man doing?" he asked, holding onto you tighter. the blush on his face was prominent, you wanted to tell him how you knew what he was trying to do, but you wanted to see how he would confess too.

"i'm doing alright. better now that you're here though." you decide to flirt back. you loved prompto's reactions when he was flustered. he looked so adorable. you wanted to keep him in your pocket forever, so he could be safe from the harm of the world.

prompto's brain short circuits as he hears your reply. the poor man didn't expect to hear those words coming from you of all people! he just tries to act cool and brush off your compliment / pick-up line. "aha.. well that's good. i'm glad i could make you feel that way." he chuckles nervously, still blushing furiously at your comment.

you look at him and smile again before ruffling his hair. you are not helping the poor man and his crush on you at all. he feels as if he's going to melt into a pile of mush and be fed to chocobos. gosh, he's so in love with you.

prompto can't handle this anymore. he thinks all of your words and touches are on purpose. technically, they are. but he just doesn't know that you know that he likes you. he ends up pouting because of you ruffling his luxurious chocobo butt hair.

"what's with the long face, prompto?" you chuckle, nudging his side with a grin on your face. the blonde just huffs, looking away from you and dropping his arm back down to his side.

it's not fair.. it's so not fair. prompto thought to himself. you were making him feel all giddy inside and he seriously couldn't take it anymore. he just wanted to kiss you right there and then, but that would make his feelings obvious. as if they weren't already.

prompto continues to look away, not meeting your gaze as you speak up again. "seriously, what's wrong man?" you lean in closer to him, poking his sides. you hope that'll get a reaction out of him. however, the only reaction you get out of him is him being even more flustered.

"it's not fair!" prompto huffs out, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouted at you. "stop teasing me!" you look at him and chuckle still. "what?! i haven't done anything!" you tease, laughing at prompto's reactions. "why are you so worked up anyway?" you knew the reason why, but you wanted to egg prompto on and see if he'd actually confess to you.

"because i like you!" prompto exclaimed. he felt relieved to finally have admitted how he felt towards you after bottling it up for so long. "and you tease me like you know how i feel." the blonde is still pouting as he speaks. you think he's so adorable.

you pinch one of his cheeks and smile at him. "that's because i did know how you feel. you're not very secretive about your feelings, you know?" you move your hand from prompto's cheek before ruffling his hair again.

"aw man.. i thought i was doing a good job at hiding it!" prompto sighed before slumping into you, hoping that you'd catch him into a hug. which you did. without hurting him, you hugged him as tightly as you could. the pout from his lips was now replaced by a smile.

"i like you too, by the way." you hum before leaning in a little closer to his face. "glad we got that sorted out then." you smile before kissing him.

prompto is taken aback. his eyes widen in shock as he feels your lips touch his. but he doesn't mind, of course. he likes you too after all. he just never imagined that you liked him the same way that he liked you.

perhaps it was a good thing that he was so obvious about his feelings..

☆ author's note: prompto is my favourite of all time. i love him so much 😩 please request! i wanna write more for final fantasy characters so please request for 7, 15 & 16 and bsd + jjk ofc.

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[crackshots-a]

( HAPPY BRITHDAY PROMPTO! | @lunabrae )

when lunafreya pulls up in noctis's car, she is a frazzled mess of a woman. hair strewn about by the wind, two dogs piled and wriggling in the back seat, and assorted flowers, gifts, and bags all giving the impression of a very cramped five-seater. she stops abruptly at his person, struggling with the parking brake before the vehicle stops with a jolt. umbra and pryna seem unphased by such a minor detail, practically stumbling over themselves to meet prompto by the street side. lunafreya dons a headscarf and sunglasses, both a feeble attempt at concealing her identity. ( in such a nice car? and her exceedingly ... royal aura. ) still, she turns her cheek in greeting, reaching over to push the passenger door ajar. " what. a. coincidence. prompto argentum ! " feigning ignorance, she pulls on her most playful grin, bordering on wolfish. " i believe, i've just cleared your schedule. " despite all of the clutter, lunafreya seemed to have lovingly carved out a place for him to sit. the passenger seat lay mysteriously pristine, save for his favorite drink in the cupholder, and letter addressed to him on the dashboard. though, she doesn't allow him any time to savor such things, already beginning to drive off, car lurching forward as she pulls back onto the road, not bothering to look behind her. (not like she could, with everything in the car.) their 'outing' is supposed to be a surprise. all his friends had rented out galdin quay , still setting up the event as they spoke. her job was to distract him enough for him not to notice. lunafreya believed such a feat could be achieved without lying to him, given her dogs were rowdy enough, and driving just above reckless. " happy birthday ! " she narrowly avoids a pothole.

it was a car–––– noctis' car, to be exact–––– nearly peeling around the corner that caught his attention. he recognized it immediately, & confusion closely followed. noctis wasn't the best driver ( that title proudly went to ignis ), but prompto had never seen him drive like that. the mystery became clear as the car drew closer & he caught sight of the driver. lunafreya, in a disguise that concealed absolutely nothing at all, stopped the car in a way that made his stomach lurch at the sight, & even through the distraction of the dogs' greetings, he knew that the unsubtle opening of the passenger car door was a silent invitation for him.

as he gave umbra & pryna once last scratch behind the ears, he finally caught sight of luna's expression, & it left him feeling like prey–––– but, not in the bad way. not in the way that would have stopped him from getting into the seat beside her.

  ❝ oh, yeah, totally a coincidence that you'd show up here in my neighborhood on my birthday, knowing i don't have any plans with––––.  ❞

though he'd noticed the gifts upon luna's arrival, the distraction of the car & the dogs & the leering had stopped him from recognizing the extent of the presents piled in the back seats. his head shook, shaking off the shock as he finally allowed himself to settle in the passenger seat. his friends were never one to do things by halves, but he still felt the need to ask.

❝ no way those are all for me, right? we've gotta be dropping those off at someone else's party or somethi–––– oooh, is that a green smoothie? where'd you find someone who could make that all the way up here? ❞

normally, he'd have to travel to galdin to indulge, but there was one in the cupholder closest to him, & he didn't hesitate to reach for it. once he'd taken a sip & begun to settle, he noticed the letter addressed to him on the dashboard. &, though he was able to take it, opening it quickly become secondary to buckling his seatbelt as luna pulled back onto the road with a high speed & a sudden twist of the steering wheel. his  ❝ uh, thank you!  ❞ probably sounded a little more panicked than he intended, but the sentiment was genuine. he would never not be touched by his friends' insistence to celebrate him on the one day he felt he was allowed to let them.

but, he'd have to talk to noctis about travel arrangements for next year's mystery celebration.

      ❝ hey–––– d'you want me to drive?  ❞ if he made it to his next birthday, that was.

[madeimpact]

(for Prompto and Noctis) 4. does your muse find any specific features particularly attractive? 5. what is your muse's ideal first date?

I have never written a ship in this blog's lifespan || @ardynzunia

does your muse find any specific features particularly attractive?

Insert joke here about how the entire Lucis Caelum line finds blondes attractive

No but like, genuinely, unironically, I buy into that as an actual headcanon, at least as far as superficial stuff goes for Noct. Is it important in the grand scheme of things? No, he'd date anyone with any color hair if they passed the vibe check. It's more important to Noct that you love him for being him, and not because he's royal. Cliche? Yes. True? Absolutely, yes. He's demiromantic — he doesn't fall easily, but when he does, he falls hard.

For Prompto...I'm gonna tie this in with one of the other questions on the list, but he tends to be physically attracted to femininity or androgyny. Again, not to say he wouldn't date someone who was maybe more typically masculine, but it's bonus points, yanno? To answer this the same way I did for Noct, personality-wise, he needs someone that compliments his own energy, whether that's by matching it or balancing it out. He also finds confidence super attractive. Maybe because it's aspirational.

what is your muse's ideal first date?

For Noct, he'll want to get away from the crowds. Maybe drive you to a nice high vantage point in the Regalia, lay on the hood on a summer night, and gaze at the stars. Or maybe have a picnic on the beach on a weekday when it's not too crowded. The latter might just be an excuse to take his date fishing, but only if they're willing to indulge him and maybe learn a thing or two from him. He'd be just as willing to go and try out something that they enjoy. He just prefers quieter, more intimate settings — crowds tend to put him on edge.

Prompto will go anywhere as long as he can be out and about. He's not a "go to dinner and sit down and talk" kinda guy. Sightseeing! Amusement parks! Anywhere he can sneak cheeky little pictures of his date and compliment how nice they look! Shit, rent out some chocobos and go off to the races! He's gotta go out and do things and try his darndest to make his date smile and laugh! Though, of course, he'd be more than willing to crash in the evening once the adrenaline starts to wear off, and curl up for a cheesy bad movie and laugh about it before taking the lucky person home.

[gingerel]

Ignis says they should take a day. With everything that’s happened they should give themselves day to decompress, to not think about everything they still have to do. He lets Noctis pick what to do and where to go, no doubt expecting a request for Lestallum to take advantage of soft beds and guaranteed hot water.

But Noctis takes one look at Prompto’s profile in the car, frowning more than Noctis can handle and asks Ignis if they could possibly spend a day — or two — at Wiz’s ranch.

“It’ll be a couple nights in the camper,” Ignis reminds him.

“I know,” Noctis says easily, honestly. “I don’t mind.”

— —

Sometimes, they make fun of Prompto’s hair. Not because any of them actually think it’s laughable — Noctis loves it — but because Prompto flustering and bristling with outrage is more adorable than it has any right to be. It doesn’t really look like a chocobo butt though; a fact that’s highlighted by how obviously a feather stands out amongst the strands.

When they arrived this morning Prompto immediately wheedled his way into the chocobo pens with an offer of help. Wiz, always soft on Prompto, ushered him into the barn with the babies without hesitation. Noctis doesn’t rush to follow him, not right away, not when he knows Prompto is not only safe but happy to boot.

He takes himself for a stroll around the outpost, putting down enough gil with Wiz to cover their meals and give Ignis a break from cooking, then tops up the rental fees on their birds. These are the little things he can do to help out, nothing extravagant unfortunately, but it knocks a few minor tasks off everyone’s plate.

The vendor uses too much syrup in the fountain drinks, but Noctis honestly prefers it this way. He picks out a yellow striped straw and jams it through the lid as he walks more aimlessly now. Ignis and Gladio are playing cards in front of the camper, remnants of their lunch pushed to one side.

Prompto’s sandwich is still sitting there, wrapped in wax paper, and waiting for him to come out and eat. It’s been a while now, hours even, since he went inside.

The door is wedged open a little, wide enough for Noctis to slip through. It’s almost dark inside, the excessive heat of outside diminished under the wood ceiling. It takes no time at all to find Prompto, sitting down in the pen with all the little chirps and squawks. Noctis leans over the barrier, almost drapes over it, hands dangling down towards the straw strewn floor.

“Hi,” Noctis says.

Prompto blinks up at him, smile so wide and beautiful it steals half the breath from Noct’s lungs.

“Hi,” Prompto breathes back.

“You having fun?”

“The best,” Prompto enthuses — maybe a little too energetically judging by the way the bird on his thigh cries and fidgets. “Thanks for convincing Ignis to let us come.”

It was really no work at all, but Noctis is a little in love with the way Prompto is looking at him right now and doesn’t bother to point it out. Instead, he leans further over the barrier, wood pressing almost painfully into his belly and extends his drink until it’s comically close to Prompto’s face.

“Drink some,” Noctis insists – when was the last time Prompto has a drink?

Prompto sighs but shifts forward, mouth sealing around the thing plastic tube. With a few strong pulls the soda floods Prompto’s mouth. At first he seems relieved, to be enjoying it, but he gives a little when he pulls away, he grimaces a little. Makes sense — he doesn’t share Noct’s sweet tooth.

Noct gets himself comfortable, arms folded across the top of the barrier.  

“You coming out any time soon?” Noct asks him.

Prompto shrugs, “Nah.”

“Your lunch is waiting,” Noctis points out.

“Not worth it,” Prompto says — surprisingly serious.

“There’s a shower,” Noct tries. Prompto shakes his head. “Wiz is making pie for dinner.”

“Not even Ignis’ pie,” Prompto says.

“A kiss?”

Prompto’s hand freezes where it’s petting over a tiny chocobo head.

“You could just come here and kiss me,” Prompto cajoles.

“That’s not how this works,” Noctis laughs. “You want a kiss; you have to re-join the human world.”

And ideally have a shower before Noctis has to share a bed with him. Has to — like it’s not his singular preference at all times.

The beat is too long, the time it takes Prompto to decide exceeding Noctis’ comfort. Eventually Prompto sighs, lifts the bird on him off his lap and nuzzles the top of its downy head before setting it onto the ground. He stands, cracking his back with an audible pop and almost saunters over to where Noctis is waiting at the barrier.

“Hi,” Prompto says again.

“Come here, then,” Noctis says, needy now the possibility of being denied was dangled so close.

Prompto snorts, pressing his palms to the smooth wood and using it for leverage to go up on his tiptoes and crowd into Noctis’ space. Prompto’s lips are a little dry, almost always just on the edge of being chapped, but he tastes like cherry flavouring in Noct’s soda and sighs so prettily against Noctis’ mouth that makes every issue in the world feel a little less insurmountable.

He pulls back, just a little, but stays close.

“You hate staying here,” Prompto accuses.

“Yeah,” Noct admits. “I wanted to see you happy — and it worked.”

“It did,” Prompto says, dropping their foreheads together. “Hey — I love you.”

They don’t say it much, never really felt the need to after the first time, just acknowledged it as something true and moved on.

“You smell like chocobo feed,” Noctis complains. But he kisses Prompto again, just to be sure he feels the unspoken I love you too that simmers in the air around them.

[larkawolfgirl]

Promnis Week Day 2: Caffine Overdose

Ignis could feel a headache coming on and took a sip of black coffee. The beverage was hot on its way down, and the heat helped cool his rising temperament. He should be used to this–his job description might as well read “never-ending headache.” Still, some days were worse than others, and this one was proving to be one of the worst in a long time.

Noctis had snuck out unattended–an ill-advised but not uncommon occurrence by any means. However, the reckless, underage prince had snuck into an adult store using a fake ID. If that wasn’t bad enough, the shopkeeper had recognized him as the underage prince when he was attempting to purchase notably “gay” themed sexual devices. Not only had Ignis had to intervene to convince the shopkeeper not to file a direct complaint with the kingsguard, but now he had to fight the press on the matter. Noctis hadn’t even bought the toys, but the press wouldn’t care about that. They wouldn’t care that he was a regular hormonal teenager. He was the prince, thus he was supposed to live up to pristine standards. They were also surely going to have a field day over the “revelation” that he was gay. Because they would never assume that he could be bisexual or have been buying toys for a girlfriend. The truth mattered little to Ignis, but he was disappointed that his friend hadn’t trusted him enough to ask him to buy them for him so that they could have avoided this whole mess.

Ignis had a long night ahead of him.

He took another sip of Ebony and stared at the string of emails flooding his inbox.

Good thing he had plenty of coffee in stock to keep him awake.

Ignis woke up to a kink in his neck. He sat up and rubbed the area, noticing that he had fallen asleep at his work desk. Luckily his laptop had been plugged in. It was still lit up, displaying an irate email from one of the council members. Ignis had never liked the man, but now he could fully channel that into hate at the man’s overly homophobic comments.

Ignis pinched his nose and took a deep breath. He was not ready to jump back into the fray just yet. If he didn’t take a step away, he was bound to say something ungentlemanly.

He glanced at his depleted supply of Ebony on the table. Perhaps a fresh, gourmet coffee was just what he needed.

Not half an hour later, Ignis found himself at a quant little coffee shop that he sometimes frequented. The atmosphere was cozy, the staff friendly, and the coffee divine. When he walked in, the barista of the day, a young man around the same age as Noctis, greeted him with a smile as radiant as the shade of his hair. Ignis returned his smile.

“Hello,” he greeted. He wished he remembered the man’s name, but thankfully it was written on a golden nametag. “Prompto.”

“Hiya, Iggy.”

Ignis flushed. How had he managed to remember his name? It wasn’t like he came here that often. “It is nice to see you again. A black coffee, please.”

“Coming right up!” Prompto pressed some buttons on the register, then turned around to begin to prepare his order. “How’s your day so far?”

Ignis was surprised that he was interested enough to make small talk. “So far it has been far better than yesterday, but I am not hopeful that it will stay that way.”

“Aw,” Prompto whined exaggeratedly. “Why’s that?”

Ignis sighed. “Because yesterday’s events have piled a huge workload onto my plate. It is not the sort of work I can easily sort out either.”

“That’s a shame.” Prompto glanced over his shoulder. “I was going to ask if you had any plans today, but I guess you’ll just be working all day.”

“Unfortunately, yes.” His curiosity was definitely piqued. “It sounds as if you were going to make a proposition.”

Prompto chuckled and grabbed a lid to pop on the top of his steaming coffee. “Yeah, it doesn’t matter now, though.”

Ignis took his offered coffee. “No, I’m interested in what this proposition was.”

Prompto leaned forward and stretched his arms across the countertop. “Weell, I had thought maybe you’d be interested in seeing my show.”

Ignis raised a sculpted brow. “Your show?”

Prompto pushed himself back up straight, beaming like the sun. “Yeah. I’m in a band. Nothing special. We’re playing at Tony’s tonight at 7.”

Ignis curled his hands around his coffee. He was struck with the intense urge to attend. But with work…

It would most surely be tight, but he was sure he could make it work if he worked non-stop, asked Gladio to drive Noctis home in his stead, and gave Noctis the green light to order takeout for his dinner.  

“I’ll be there.”

Somehow Prompto’s smile widened even more. “Really? Sweet!” Then he suddenly floundered nervously. “It’s not a big deal, though! Your work totally takes priority.”

Ignis smiled. “Naturally, but I am almost positive that I can manage to prioritize both.”

Prompto’s smile returned and he waved enthusiastically. “Bye! Don’t work too hard! I can’t wait to see you there.”

Ignis chuckled and lifted his coffee up high. “Thank you. Don’t overwork yourself either.”

Prompto scoffed. “Me? Never.”

Hours later, Ignis could feel his fatigue hitting him. His hand reached out for another Ebony but came up short. Groaning, he messaged his throbbing temple. It would take far too long to drive all the way home to grab some. He could take his laptop with him to salvage some time, but he still didn’t think it would leave him enough time to finish everything by 7. His only real options then were either to deal with the abysmal coffee at the Citadel cafeteria or return to the coffee shop. The decision was obvious.

Prompto was still on shift when he arrived. The man looked a bit worn out, but otherwise just as sunshiny as before. “Oh, hey, Iggy!” he called when he spotted him. “Taking a break from work?”

“Yes, unfortunately. I need the caffeine to keep up my trajectory.”

Prompto frowned. “You shouldn’t drink too much coffee.”

Ignis pursed his lips. He was used to this conversation, and he never enjoyed it. “I can make my own decisions,” he snapped.

Instantly, he regretted his outburst when Prompto’s lip began to tremble. Sighing, he said, “I apologize. I just tire of other people trying to dictate my habits when I have so much on my plate.”

Prompto shifted uncomfortably, most likely unsure how to respond to that. “Another black coffee?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

This time Prompto made his order in silence. Ignis took a sip and closed his eyes. It was so good. He opened his eyes, ready to take another sip, but the world seemed to be spinning slightly. He steadied his footing using the counter before slowly walking to a table.

Ignis could see Prompto eying him while he downed his drink. For some reason, he felt just as thirsty after having finished it all.

He stood up, but the room began to spin again, and he had to clutch onto the edge of the table.

Seeing his momentary stumble, Prompto rushed over and put a hand on his back. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” Ignis said. He tried to take a step but stumbled slightly.

Prompto frowned. “No, you’re not. I’m guessing you’ve drank way too much coffee today.”

Ignis tried to wave his help away. “Nonsense. I always drink this much coffee.”

“That’s even worse! Wait here!” He rushed off behind the counter and came back with a bottle of water. “Drink this.”

Ignis took the water and drank a small sip. His thirst took over, and he ended up chugging the entire bottle.

“How do you feel now?”

“Still a bit tired and dizzy, but better.”

Prompto sighed in relief. “Good. Let me help you get home.”

“No,” Ignis said immediately. “I need to get back to work.”

“Oh no,” Prompto said. “You need to rest. Look at those circles under your eyes. Did you even sleep last night?”

“If I get back to work right now I might just finish in time to make it to your concert.”

Prompto flushed slightly. “Forget about that. Your health is way more important.”

“Thank you for the concern, but I will be fine, I assure you.”

Prompto pouted. “No way. I’m not letting you out of here until you let me take you home or someone else does.”

Ignis met his challenging gaze for a long time before finally giving in and taking out his phone. Ignoring several new email notifications, he pressed two on his speed dial. It only took two rings for Gladio to answer.

“What’s up?”

“I need you to pick me up at the coffee shop on Golden Avenue. I believe I pointed it out to you once.”

“The one with the cute logo with a chocobo in a teacup?”

“Yes, that one.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

Those were some of the longest ten minutes of his life. Prompto watched him like a hawk the entire time to make sure he didn’t check his phone. He was under order to sit and rest. Ignis could not even remember the last time he had simply“‘rested.” He was not used to it, and the stillness was making him fidgety.

Finally, Gladio arrived. “What’s the problem, Ignis?”

“Nothing,” he answered.

However, since there were no other guests to attend to, Prompto immediately added, “Your friend here is suffering from a caffeine overdose.”

Gladio looked Prompto over. Then he blinked. “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re Prompto, right?”

Prompto looked surprised. “Wait. You’re Noct’s bodyguard, aren’t you?”

Gladio crossed his arms and smirked. “Glad you recognized me.”

Prompto eyed him up and down. “I mean, it’s a little hard not to when you look like…that.”

Gladio smirked. “Yeah, well, it’s my job to remember how you look.”

“Hold on,” Ignis cut in. “You are associated with Prince Noctis? You are that Prompto.”

Prompto looked down, seemingly embarrassed. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m guessing you work for the crown then? Sorry, I didn’t know your work was that important.”

Ignis shook his head even though that just made him even dizzier. “No need to apologize. Now that I have had time to clear my head, I realize that I have been far too impractical. I am not any help to anyone if I end up incapacitated.”

“Damn right,” Gladio said. “I’m taking you to Noct’s so we can keep an eye on you.”

Ignis chuckled. “I can’t say I blame you. I suppose a pizza does sound more appealing than cooking right now.”

“Pizza?” Prompto asked, sounding hopeful.

Ignis smiled. “I thought you already had plans for the evening.”

Prompto twisted his hands. “I mean, I do, but…”

“When does your shift end?”

Prompto glanced at the clock. “In like 10 minutes?” he said as if it were a question.

“Gladio, do you mind sticking around so that we might surprise Noctis with his best friend?”

Gladio plopped down in the seat next to him. “I suppose not.” He looked between the two of them. “I am guessing you’re expecting me to drive him to whatever these plans he has are then?”

Ignis smirked. “How perceptive of you. Although, perhaps, we could all go together.”

“Only if you feel better by then!” Prompto ordered.

Ignis chuckled. “Yes, of course.”