#so it’s reasonable to assume that rose wouldn’t be around all those years ig

[rystiel]

i’m not a fic writer but. concept:

the doctor/yaz and the doctor/rose crossover 🤯 like yaz meeting this younger version of the doctor with a companion that he’s very obviously in love with, and she wants her doctor to be that open with her, but she starts to understand why the doctor ends up more closed off from loving her companions like that as she learns how hard the loss of rose was on her back then etc etc

[star-puff]

hq boys as failed proposals

note: once again, this is basically just a cowritten post with @seijch, thank you for nothing and everything at once (and. ig. for trying to keep goshiki in. congrats 🙄✋)

feat. bokuto, futakuchi, atsumu, kuroo, terushima, ushijima, (+ bonus: goshiki)

bokuto → you go out for lunch with him to have a serious discussion on where the relationship is going to go, how you feel the two of you should slow down a little and be more conscious of the progression of the relationship. he hires an entire circus that interrupts your walk to the restaurant to help him with the proposal. literal chaos. you’re just staring as gymnasts are flipping across the town square with ribbons and confetti and bokuto gets down on one knee with an entire banner behind him that reads “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”. the entire town is looking.

you, sweating: y...yes 💔

needless to say you have a very important conversation with him after you get home DFSLKDJ. “babe...*kisses forehead* we need to talk 💔”. it’s okay though, you get married a few years down the line after this whole fiasco dies down and you talk it all out :”)

futakuchi → kenji...kenji . he thinks it’s a great plan, the best plan ever. a stroke of genius, if you will. he tells it all to aone the week before, how he’s going to hide the ring inside the tiramisu and you’re going to find it and say yes and live happily ever after with him. aone just nods slowly, thinking about the many, many ways this could all go wrong.

aone: i don’t think this is a good--

kenji: you’re RIGHT aone, it’s a GREAT idea!!!

there’s just no stopping him, so aone just ends up hiring an emt on standby in case anything happens. you end up needing it 💔 turns out, the chances of choking on a hidden ring in a cake is much higher than kenji originally thought! you say yes after a very panicked heimlich maneuver; you’re both crying for the wrong reasons.

atsumu → he hires one of those planes to propose with smoke in the sky. atsumu has everything planned out, the date location, the speech, the ring, it’s all going according to plan. you’re honestly suspecting something too, because when has atsumu ever been this jittery during a date? and finally it’s time, the sun is beginning to set, the sky is streaks of gold and orange hues, atsumu whispers “look up!” and watches your eyes widen in shock as you breathe in a soft gasp.....only to see your smile drop. he looks up, confused, a little hurt. the sky reads, “will you marry me, tanaka <3″ with a little loopdeeloop heart at the end. it’s the wrong plane.

kuroo → he takes you out to disneyland! kuroo waits until night falls, you’re strolling around the theme park in warm summer air, holding hands and laughing at the small jokes exchanged. you reach the wishing well, blue and purple lights illuminating your path, he gets down on one knee, makes a somewhat nervous speech about how he wants to be with you for the rest of his life, and you say yes, because who wouldn’t? kuroo takes the ring out, his hands shaking, but the ring takes advantage of his sweaty butter fingers and does the ol’ slippity dippity and flies out from his grasp. in a desperate attempt to catch it, he tries to reach for it before it hits the ground, only, his volleyball instincts kick in and he accidentally hits it up, the ring flying in a perfect arc into the wishing well. one touch indeed 💔

terushima → terushima thinks of the proposal idea during one of his boys nights out with his friends...so we all know where this is going. he’s literally drunk out of his mind confessing his love for you to the peanut gallery every chance he gets; they make a drinking game out of it. but in any case, here’s the master plan: get one of his friends to take you to a specified rendezvous point where terushima has all his fancy rose petals set up, heart balloons strung up, “will you marry me?” written big and bold behind him. he even has a bouquet of all your favorite flowers ready. he’s all excited, and he’s waiting, and waiting, and waiting. and waiting. an hour passes and you still haven’t shown up. he thinks you caught wind of his master plan and this is his rejection, except. his homie took you to the wrong spot 💔 you think he stood you up. you almost break up; it’s your anniversary 💔

ushijima → god...it’s the worst case of a misunderstanding. you’re at your friend’s wedding reception and you’re literally eating hor d’oeuvres when he comes up to you and asks “will you walk down the aisle with me?”. you’re confused as hell, a little offended that he’d ask you this because toshi...it’s not our wedding what are you talking about...so you say “what?? no????” and leave it at that. only he’s literally giving you the silent treatment for the rest of the wedding and on the ride home and you’re still Confused As Hell because you literally did nothing and suddenly your boyfriend of two years won’t even speak to you. you arrive home and he looks at you with the saddest expression and goes “am i to assume that this is intended to be a break up?” WAKATOSHI 😭😭😭 

bonus: 

goshiki → everything goes so well...so so well...he does everything in his little goshiki way, precious precious boy. you’ve been expecting a proposal for months now because of your constant talks about the future and his not-so-subtle questions about what jewelry you like and if you would prefer gold or silver on a Hypothetical Engagement Ring. the moment comes, he’s about to get on one knee to propose and pats his pockets to take out the ring box. pat pat pat. it’s not there. you’re waiting for the moment for his knee to drop and it just...never comes SDFJLDKF goshiki’s literally about to cry. tendou had the ring for safe keeping and goshiki forgot to ask for it back 💔

[isolemnlyswearpevensie]

You’re Not Mine | Peter Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: Jealousy ig? A lil angst if you squint

Time/Era: Golden Age

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: When two foreign royals take interest in Peter and Y/N, jealousy arises. 

Requests: 1) hi :) i was wondering if you could maybe do a jealous!peter x reader ?? not enough of those hehe thank u so much  

2) If possible can you do a peter pevensie x reader where the reader gets jealous clingy due to another queen from another royal kingdom flirting with him if that makes sense idk if it does but yeah 😂

A/N: Hi! I hope it’s okay I combined these two :) They’re quite similar so I thought they would work well together! Enjoy! Also, the Prince and Princess obviously don’t exist in canon, but they do in this story lol.

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It was an unspoken agreement that Peter and Y/N only had eyes for eachother. Their arrangement was never made official nor spoken about but by their actions, it was more than obvious. High King Peter was infatuated with Y/N, and he was wrapped around her finger. Whether it was due to her unbelievably inviting demeanor or her ability to listen to Peter speak for hours, the poor king couldn’t get enough of the girl. Y/N was always there to offer support, without offering advice unwarranted, and she managed to crack Peter’s shell quite quickly. 

Y/N wasn’t a royal, nor was she a member of the official staff at Cair Paravel. Rather, she was just a normal girl in her late teens that happened to stumble upon Narnia, much like the royal family. Peter envied that she didn’t have any real responsibility or ties to the Kingdom; she was just a normal citizen who happened to befriend her rulers. What Peter didn’t understand was that she did have a responsibility. And a big one at that. She offered support to her Kings and Queens as normal friends, rather than monarchs who had all of the answers. Y/N kept her friends sane and relaxed. Her job could be seen as one of the more important jobs in the kingdom for that sole reason. 

“I’m not too excited about tomorrow, if I’m being honest,” Peter spoke hesitantly, sharpening his blade. The king sat upon a large rock in the courtyard, whereas Y/N was perched on a nearby bench. 

“And may I ask why?” Y/N hummed, her hands working on a daisy chain. She glanced up at her friend, unbothered by the shrill sound of the sharpening metal. Taking care of his blades was a coping mechanism Peter had taken up, so anything that helped him clear his mind didn’t bother Y/N in the slightest. 

“King Lune is bringing Princess Alexandra and Prince Frederick along to the deal,” Peter’s hands worked on his sword, his brow scrunched in frustration. “Which means more Archenland soldiers in Narnia. The more foreign soldiers in Cair Paravel, the more on edge the entire kingdom appears. I don’t want them to think we fear them.” 

“Ah, I see. Hand me that flower will you, Pete?” Y/N pointed at a daisy near his foot. Peter plucks it from the soil and hands it to Y/N. “Thank you. What deal are you trying to make?” 

“Ed and I are trying to get them to sign a peace treaty, which may or may not be a good idea.” 

“Isn’t there a third Prince? Prince Rub The Rash or something?” Y/N’s voice resembled a giggle. 

Peter snickers, “Rabadash, yeah. Apparently he has important matters to deal with and won’t be attending. A blessing, if you ask me.”

Y/N holds her daisy chain up in the light and observes her handiwork. The stems were woven around eachother securely and each flower was on perfect display. She grinned and fastened the ends together so it formed a crown. 

“So, a peace treaty. That’s good, yeah? More allies, or whatever.” 

“Yeah, that’s a good way to look at it. We’re just not too positive about what they want in return. Something tells me that’s why the Prince and Princess are tagging along.”  At these words, Peter makes a sharp movement and the metal of his sword emits a high pitched screech. 

“You mean marriage?” 

“Yeah, marriage. Susan and I, most likely.” 

Y/N sucks in air through her nose harshly. “Oh, I see.” She stands from the bench and stands right in front of her king. 

Y/N delicately pulls his crown from his head, placing her daisy chain in its place. His dirty blonde hair smooths against his forehead and Peter looks up with his beautiful blue eyes. Y/N always adored his eyes; no matter how his body language looked, his eyes always displayed his true emotions. 

“You look nice with flowers in your hair, my king.” Y/N’s voice was soft, making Peter understand what she was feeling immediately. 

“Thank you, but you know you don’t have to address me with formalities.” 

The two were extremely close in this moment; just observing the other’s faces. Peter hand a stone-cold look on his face, but his irises were filled with doubt and sadness. Y/N sighed, taking a step back and diverting her gaze. 

“Well, you are my king. I don’t see anything wrong with addressing you as such.” 

“I’m more than just your king, Y/N. You of all people should know that.” 

“What’s her name again?” Y/N had turned her back to Peter. She heard Peter set the objects in his hands on the grass and stand. 

“Who’s name?” 

Y/N tightened her grip on Peter’s metal crown. “The princess you are set to marry.” 

“Why does it matter?” The jagged edges of the crown dug into Y/N’s palm. 

“What is it, your majesty?” 

“Alexandra. Princess Alexandra.” Peter’s large hand fell to Y/N’s lower back and he guided her to sit on the bench. 

“King Peter and Queen Alexandra, that has a bit of a ring to it.” Her gaze fell to the metal between her fingers, her thumb running across a small red jewel. 

“Y/N, stop it. If it’s marriage we’re not going to go through with it. Ed and I have already spoken about this with Susan.” 

“Peter, I don’t think you understand something very important,” Y/N moved her head in one fluid motion to lock eyes with Peter. “You’re not mine, and you never will be. You’re High King of Narnia. I’m just, well, me. And we can never change that.” 

Peter rose his hand and adjusted the flowers atop his head so they wouldn’t fall off. “I have all the power needed to change that, Y/N.”

“But why would you? Why would you risk the safety of Narnia for me?” 

Peter sighs. “How about this, you come to the agreement, yeah? We’re holding a ball beforehand so we can ‘mingle’ and scope out their intentions.” Y/N nods solemnly, handing the crown back to its owner. 

“Flowers really do suit you, Peter.” And with that, Peter’s favorite girl stands and walks back towards the castle. 

~

“How’s the punch? I heard it’s not very good,” A voice pulls Y/N out of her trance. She was currently watching a very handsy Princess Alexandra feel Peter’s biceps and giggle. 

“Pardon?” She looked up to see a very handsome man leaning against the wall. He was rather tall and lanky, with long ginger hair that was swept into his eyes. Atop his head sat a golden crown, very similar to Peter’s, and his face was twisted into a grin. The man was extremely attractive, with his slightly cocky body language and flirty tone. 

“Is the punch good? Tasty? Pleasing to the tastebuds? I heard it wasn’t.” In his hand, he held a small clear cup filled with red liquid. He raises it to his pink lips and takes a gulp. 

“Seems like you just answered your own question.” 

“It was alright,” He smiles. “It would be better if I knew your name, though.” 

“Your drink would be better if you knew my name?” Y/N laughs, growing more comfortable in the presence of who she assumed was Prince Frederick. 

“Well, it would make my day, night, week, month, year, life better. My drink is just a part of that,” He winked and took another sip. “I’m Prince Frederick, but someone as pretty as you can call me Fred,” The royal held out his hand for a handshake. 

Y/N giggled and shook it. “Y/N, I’m a close friend of the Narnian Kings and Queens.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but be charmed by the mysterious prince. He was funny and flirty, which was probably exactly how he wanted to appear as. Peter, on the other hand, hated what he saw. He was across the room but watching Y/N’s body language ignited a fire inside his stomach. 

“You’re so strong, King Peter,” Princess Alexandra squeezed his upper arm. Peter glanced at her then back at Y/N. 

“Thanks,” He responded shortly, tight jawed with his hand on the hilt of his sword. His eyes glanced over the pair and his gaze took in the subtle changes of his love. She was facing Frederick head-on while throwing her head back to laugh at whatever he’s saying. 

“Who are you looking at?” Alexandra said, placing two fingers on his cheek and turning his head to face her. 

Peter pushed away from her presence and walked over to the pair. “Excuse me,” The two turn their head towards Peter. Y/N’s smile faltered at Peter’s expression; he looked almost angry and was staring daggers into Fred’s skull. 

“Hello, my King,” Y/N bowed, acting formal as there were guests in the room. 

He ignores Y/N and turns to Prince Frederick. “Who are you?” 

This doesn’t seem to faze Fred as he lazily sips his drink. “I’m Prince Frederick. You must be King Peter, I was just talking to your friend.” He moves his cup to gesture Y/N. 

“I can see that,” Peter mumbles. A similar look of disdain falls over Y/N’s face as her eyes follow the path Peter took to get to her. At the end stood Princess Alexandra, now speaking to Edmund.

“How is Princess Alexandra?” 

“Oh, she’s doing great. Thinks I’m very strong.” 

“Oh, good.” Y/N responds passive-aggressively. 

“Yeah, it’s great. She was just feeling my bicep. Said it was the biggest she’s ever felt, mmhm.” 

Fred looks between the two awkwardly, raising his eyebrows and taking it as his cue to leave. He pushes off the wall and meets his sister in the middle of the room. 

“Fred, he said I can call him that by the way, just got done calling me pretty before you got here,” Y/N looked up at Peter, her eyebrow quirked and arms crossed over her chest. 

Peter glances over at Edmund and nods before grabbing Y/N’s arm and dragging her out of the room. He pushes her against a wall a little bit away from the ballroom. 

“I told you I wasn’t marrying her, why are you doing this?” His breath fanned her lips as he spoke. 

“Doing what?” 

“Flirting with Princey,” Peter’s body pinned Y/N’s against the stone brick wall. “I saw how you were talking.” 

“Why were you flirting with Miss Princess if you weren’t planning on marrying her?” 

“I wasn’t!”

“I saw her feel you up, Peter!” Y/N huffed in frustration, her hands coming to push and his shoulder. However, Peter was a wall and held his ground with little to no effort. 

“She felt my arm for, like, 10 minutes. Big deal. You actually flirted back.” 

“I did no such thing, thank you very much. I was too busy watching you flirt with whats-her-face to even notice Prince Frederick!” 

Peter slammed a fist into the brick before pressing a sheering kiss to Y/N’s lips. The kiss was hot and rushed; both parties putting all of their emotions into the one action. Teeth clashed and tongues wrestled until Peter eventually pulled away breathlessly. His lips were swollen and red, and Y/N assumes she looked the same. 

“I don’t want to marry her, Y/N. I want to marry you. I am so fucking in love with you,” Peter shook his head, walking in a small circle before returning to his place. “And seeing you with Princey really made me understand that I need you.” 

“Then, what are you waiting for, My King?” 

“Well, a yes would be nice.” 

Y/N giggled, and all tension seemed to dissipate. “Well, I haven’t been asked anything yet.” 

Peter’s grin matched Y/N’s. “Well, Lady Y/N, would you marry me and become my queen?” 

“Yes, Peter. Took you long enough.” 

The two laughed once more before pressing their lips together once more. Unlike the last kiss, this one was feather-light and full of love. Peter caressed the sides of Y/N’s face with his rough hands and pressed his lips against hers with much certainty. 

“There you are!” Edmund rounded the corner just as the couple pulled apart. “Good news! You two managed to weird out the Prince and Princess so much that they’re backing out of the arrangement. King Lune was convinced to sign the treaty with no further complications.” 

[failbaby]

I have a real life tale of Homeric Epic proportions for you all. I do not condone the actions of anyone in this story

My senior year of high school, I was entrenched in a preposterous scandal between two of my friends.

Guy 1 was this completely indescribable, sexually ambiguous, utterly ridiculous little xc/debate club twink who was an armed libertarian leftist, HYPERfixated on working class history, and VERY intelligent but so hyperactive and deliberately loud/obnoxious that all of our teachers hated him anyway. He called me “Rosita Bonita,” and was accepted to Princeton and CalTech but was going to a mid-tier school nearby because he didn’t want to leave the mountains. 🥺

Guy 2 was an extremely easygoing, widely-beloved football player with a FIANCÉ he’d been with for 3 years (religious people in small towns get engaged young) who was a devout environmentalist and was planning on going to trade school in Italy after graduation. No real reason, he just thought Italy was dope, which I respect. 

Both good guys, both weird

We were all the same friend group (me, the dudes, the fiancé, & several other ppl), and those two were really close. Like if I was slightly more heterosexual I would say “bromance.” The summer before senior year, those guys, another friend of ours, and the fiancé went on an educational environmental science trip to Peru, where they, like, hiked around and camped out in the mountains. I don’t know or care what they were supposed to be learning about the environment up there, I just know that they split their little group of 4 up into a boys tent and girls tent, and these two boys who the Lord God put on this earth to play high school sports started fucking each other in tents in the rocky mountains of Peru.

Which would normally be like, okay, so what, Rose, why are you telling me these dudes’ business, but you have to remember that the second dude had a fiancé, a female fiancé no less, who was on the trip and was sleeping just a few yards away from where these boys were fucking each other. And this is where it morphed into everyone’s business

My friend, the only member of their little group who was not involved, called me from a hotel one night when they’d gone back down out of the mountains and into a town (and thus had cell service again), and she was like, “Rose, you need to help me.”

And I was like “What? What’s wrong?” Panicking, because my four dear friends were very far away in a weird mountain town and I had no idea what could possibly have happened

And she goes “I think that [guy 1] and [guy 2] are having sex, and I don’t know how to tell [fiancé].”

This is news to me, because I was previously SO sure that guy 2 was straight. I was like “I really think you’re losing it”

So we talked it out a little bit and decided that the high altitude was getting to her, and our friend wouldn’t cheat on his fiancé, who he really loved, and our other friend wouldn’t sow division in our close-knit group like that

School started back up however long after they got back, and things were just like. Completely normal for a while, and then after like a month of the whole thing being forgotten and under the bridge, guy 1 becomes overwhelmed with guilt and decides to tell the fiancé that he was in fact fucking her beloved in the Peruvian mountains.

Now, this was a MAJOR blow to the law, serenity, and order of our group, as im sure you know if you’ve ever been involved in a situation where a member of a friend group was cheating with another member of a friend group. All of my friends are very progressive, so it was much more about the cheating and lying than the fact that they were both men, but I would be wrong to say that that was not also a concern, because it came so completely out of nowhere. We were all blindsided (except for my friend, who I had accidentally gaslit into believing this wasn’t happening and she was going crazy from mountain air 🤪)

So. This is where it gets wild

Guy 2 takes the logical path out and decides to just lie and say that this never happened at all. Like, he straight up denies everything guy 1 is alleging.

I don’t know why he did that. You should never lie about something if the other person has screenshots, which guy 1 did. He had screenshots like you would not BELIEVE.

And he IMMEDIATELY took to the public Internet, which my mother uses, with these screenshots.

A lot of people had heard rumors about this by now, because these guys were both athletes and guy 2 was like “popular” or whatever, so it just kinda gets around. Guy 1 decided to feed the people and send the screenshots to the school gossip IG acct (“____ high school tea”), and of course, the person running the page was THRILLED to have such top-tier content so early in the school year, and it was all posted for their 1,188 followers to see.

The screenshots told a story that ran much deeper than two dudes fucking each other on a field trip. I had initially kind of assumed was just a “gay-for-the-stay,” messing around kind of thing, but there were screenshots of texts from guy 2 about getting MARRIED, telling guy 1 that he was his SOULMATE, telling him he “set my heart to flame,” “I love you more than anything,” etc etc., and, most notably, a picture of guy 2 in the act of SUCKING GUY 1’s DICK. Some of these things dated from WEEKS AFTER they got back from Peru.

So, it was clear to me that guy 1 AND the fiancé both felt (justifiably?) extremely fucked over by guy 2 at this point. The previously-airtight group was on the verge of collapse, as all of us had been dragged into this conflict between these 3 mfs. The girl called off the engagement.

Guy 2 wrote a notes app apology to the entire school claiming he had dissociative identity disorder and blaming the entire affair on his gay alter ego. Then he wrote a sad rap begging his fiancé to get back with him.

But the most insane part of all of this is that, since guy 1 AND guy 2 were both 17 when the explicit pic was posted on “[redacted]hstea,” the POLICE got involved. Guy 1 was investigated on CHILD PORNOGRAPHY charges for a picture of him getting his own dick sucked by a peer, as was guy 2, AS WAS the person running the tea account.

(This tea account had ruined lives, so when her identity was revealed, she literally transferred schools within like a week. Or maybe she’s in jail idk)

The charges were dropped and the boys were let off with a warning, because like. From a legal standpoint, who cares, but we All had to go to an internet safety assembly run by cops where they lectured us for two hours about not taking nudies, and EVERYONE was looking at me and my friends, because even though we had nothing to do with it, they KNEW we were affiliated with the defendents, and that was enough for them

Then guy 1 shot out the back window of guy 2’s car, which was the catharsis of the whole event, and it effectively blew over within another month or two.

Our group was split in half by loyalty (we joked and said guy 2 and his fiancé were like our divorcing parents), and I did not see those two in a room together for SEVERAL months, but then there was one weekend in like February that we all got together like old times (except for the fiancé who had moved on to a better man, as she should), and we were talking about going to a party with some of guy 2’s football friends, and guy 1 was like “I’m not gonna do that. You know what they say about me.”

And guy 2 tucked guy 1’s hair behind his ear and said with ZERO hesitation, “But you know I won’t let anything happen to you.”

This is a completely benign interaction, but imagine being me, witnessing this after 8 months of general social hell, child pornography charges, ruined friendships, Megan is missing assemblies, THE most dramatic breakup I’ve ever seen in my life and subsequent SoundCloud raps, shot out car windows, and a fake DID diagnosis, ALL because guy 2 wanted to avoid allegations of gay behavior. For WHAT.

Anyway coronavirus happened and idk what’s going on with them now and I don’t care but that’s my villain origin story

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Hello! Um... Feel free to not do this if you don't want to. I was wondering if you could do a scenario where the Chocobros S/O is an actor/actress? I would assume most of them either found out by watching a film or show or already knew. Thank you.

You guys are so polite!! (‘∀’●)♡ I really like this prompt! It’s one of those things that you never (at least me) think about, as I always think of the boy's fame rather than their S.Os.

~~~~~

Noctis

“For real?”

You nodded softly, it was kind of hard to deny it was you on the large tv screen at this moment. The only thing different about you was that you had about 20 pounds of hairspray in your hair to give it that ridiculous look the director was going for.

“Okay, but for how long?”

“A few years, I won Best Supporting Role about a month before we started dating.” You replied pointing toward the large golden statue on the mantel. “What did you think that was?”

“I don’t know, Specs use to give me trophies like that all the time when we were kids. Mostly for cleaning my room, or eating a vegetable.” Noctis stated his blue eyes casting down before suddenly turning to you. “Have you kissed anyone else?”

“I mean I star in teen dramas and chick flicks, so it’s happened a few times.”

“Who have you kissed? How many?”

“Uh...uh idk. What are you doing?” You asked as he pulled out his phone, watching him pull up your  IMBd page.

“I need to know.”

“Know what?”

“Yes!”

You really did love Noctis but when he got into one of these jealous moods, it was often difficult to reason with him.

~~~~~

Prompto

You groaned as you stepped into your apartment, all lights but the kitchen light was off. You peeled off the wig, and the high platforms as you moved through the living room, ready to collapse into your bed, only to stop as you noticed the lump on the couch.

Said lump was your adorable little boyfriend, curled up in your comforter, with your pillow resting underneath his head, drooling away. You glanced around the living room, finding the place actually much cleaner than you left it.

Ever since Prompto had learned of you being a part-time diva, he had taken it upon himself to make sure that you when home and with you, you’d never have to feel like a posh diva. Just his regular girlfriend, who he loved to cuddle and snuggle.

You actually were excited that your group was taking a hiatus, it had been hard on the both of you with you being away almost every night. That’s why stripping yourself of your performance attire, you managed to snuggle your way onto the couch.

“Sweetie?” Prompto muttered still mostly asleep.

“Hi, Pomkin.” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his lip, as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, burying his face within your hair.

“Bed?”

“No, no this is fine. Love you, Pomkin.”

“Love you.” Prompto smiled before dozing back off.

You knew in the morning, both of you would be covered in glitter, and one of you might end up on the floor, but this was fine.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

You stared at Gladiolus, who was staring at you from the sofa arms crossed and a scowl on his face. It had somehow just now came to his attention that you were a movie star on the rise, simply because you did your own stunts. Still, why was your big guy sitting there trying to figure the meaning of life?

“Are you worried I’ll hurt myself?”

He shook his head, “No, I’m trying to think of the best way to put this.”

“Are you worried about me kissing other guys?”

“No.”

“Girls?”

He cocked an eyebrow at this with a slight smirk, “Not if you bring her back.”

You chucked a pillow at him, “So what’s up?”

Gladiolus wave you towards himself, waiting until you had straddled his lap, your arms around his shoulders. “No R rated stuff, everything is PG-13, you know what only G, only kids movies.”

“I guess that’ll trickle over to our own movies too.” You giggled, you had explained you wouldn’t take any pornographic, nudity, soft or other.

“Hey, we’re X rated all day every day.”

~~~~~

Ignis

You nearly jumped from your skin as you heard the applause, spinning towards the entrance to the Grand Hall that you couldn’t help yourself from singing in. The acoustics were simply amazing!!

“Ig...Ignis my goodness! How, how long have you been there?” You stuttered out, trying to avoid looking your long-term boyfriend in the eye.

“Quite a while, My Love, I had no idea that you were a fan of the Opera, much less the lead in my favorite play.”

You knew at this point you must have looked faint because Ignis had stepped forward to take your hand and you could hear your heartbeat going crazy in your ears. “I...I don’t know…”

Ignis chuckled, “It’s quite hard to deny. Your voice is rather serin like and I have to say I’m rather happy to be trapped in the aria that is your voice.”

You went to cover your face, you performed before people that could end your career in a heartbeat, people that were richer than you’d ever wish to be, and your boyfriend was the one that you tongue-tied and given stage fright. “Iggy, I don’t…”

Ignis moved closer still, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “Do keep singing for me, my beautiful siren.”

That did it!

You heard Ignis calling your name, but everything went black. When you came to, you were resting on a rather comfortable fainting couch, how redundant. Get the fainting Opera Singer a fainting couch, so overdramatic you lot could be.

“Are you feeling better, My Dear?”

“Iggy?” You moved to sit up, only to have those strong hands push you back to the couch.

“I had no idea that you were feeling under the weather, are you quite all right?”

“I would believe so, first time I have ever faint, I do hope it will be my last.” You groaned, only to recall as to why you had fainted in the first place.  “Ignis did you mean what you said, earlier?”

An eyebrow rose, “I do apologize, yet I need you to refresh my memory.”

You fidgeted slightly, “About being your siren?”

Ignis chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, “Yes, and I hope that you do not stop singing. I rather enjoy being under your spell.”