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mehbzz · 3 years

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Joyride

PWP. FFXV feat Gladio, Ignis and F!reader F/M/M a/b/o threesome 18+ nsft. A little cock warming, blowjob, handjob, one daddy mention, a little rough handling. Gladio and Ignis smooching.

You're slouched in the back seat of the car, leaning drowsily against Ignis and with one leg half hooked over Gladio’s knee.

Ignis is surprisingly relaxed considering Noctis is the one driving. Though Prompto being asleep in the passenger seat and therefore not being his usual distracting self probably eases a lot of Ignis concern.

You’ve forgotten where you’re going, content to daydream between your two alphas. Some event outside the city Prompto wanted to take photos of you think, a leisurely day trip and a chance for Noctis to try out his new car. Not quite as impressive as the regalia but more roomy for the five of you than his Star of Lucis. The fact that his personal car was named had provided you with teasing material for weeks after you had found out, much to his annoyance. Still you had made all the appropriate impressed noises as Noctis had proudly shown off his new one, resisting the temptation to ask if it too had a name. You had been driving for about half an hour, it was hard to keep track of the time. Ignis’ slow deep breathing and Gladio’s fingers dancing idly along your knee were soothing you into a gentle doze. They slip a little higher and you let your legs open slightly automatically in response.

The first brush of his fingers over your bare pussy earns you a quite groan of approval. You hum lowly, tiredly. “Perv” He chuckles quietly, “I’m not the one who’s not wearing underwear.” “liar.” it’s muttered quietly under your breath but his responding amused huff lets you know he heard you.

No underwear was not a rule, but was something you had started doing on casual trips like these. It was just easier, and saved you the irritation of friction burns when Gladio got too frustrated and ended up ripping them off you. It sounded hot but tearing underwear off usually ended up in chafing in places that were definitely not fun.

His hand is warm, fingertips rough and calloused as he strokes softly round your clit with a gentle rhythm, almost lulling your body fully into sleep. His gentle soothing attention doesn’t last long, it never does, and you moan quietly as he pushes a finger gently inside you. “Do not fuck in my car.” Noctis voice is sharp and you and Gladio both startle at the reprimand. He pulls his finger out of you to trail his hand down the inside of your thigh and then back up the other side, pushing into you once more, ignoring Noctis completely, or more likely, to spite him. The muttered curse from Noctis makes you giggle, and he glares at you through the rear-view mirror.

Ignis turns and sighs softly pressing a brief kiss against your hair. You lean into the caress, relishing the affection but expecting him to agree with Noctis and tell you to behave, but he doesn’t, instead murmurs something softly to Gladio over your head.

The lazy almost absentminded way Gladio’s fingers have been thrusting into you had you breathing a little harder but the abrupt tug as he pulls you up and into his lap makes you cry out, your brain still half asleep and confused at the sudden manhandling. You jump at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your ass, you hadn’t heard him undo his zipper. “You look so cute all sleepy and docile, I can’t resist.” He tugs your skirt up around your waist and spreads your legs over the side of his thighs. It looks incredibly lewd, his thick hard cock standing between your thighs and both of you moan in surprise when Ignis’ hand curls around it. Your brain is still slowly slugging behind the quick change of pace and you can only stare as you watch Ignis slowly stroke him between your spread legs. Ignis’ hand twists and glides over the sensitive tip, and Gladio groans, you distantly hear Noctis’ grumble but you’re too focused on the slick beads of pre cum that slide down over Ignis fingers to care. Ignis bends forward, and the arousal that burns through you as he takes the head of Gladio’s cock into his mouth makes you moan. It’s echoed loudly by Gladio’s own moans in your ear. It feels so lewd, so dirty; watching as Ignis sucks Gladio off between your legs. You’re not sure what to do with your hands and opt for threading you fingers through Ignis hair, he groans as you scrape your nails across his scalp and pulls away from Gladio’s cock with a wet pop. “Tease” Ignis smiles at Gladio’s gruff complaint and lets his hand curl back around his cock, pumping him slowly. Apart from Gladio’s death grip on your hip and one breast being almost painfully crushed in his other hand neither of them are touching you and the lack of stimulation and the burning needy ache between your legs makes you squirm. “Sit still.” Gladio’s voice is strained and the hand around your breast moves to grip your thigh. “I’ll be quick baby, just let me get off.” The way his thighs tremble beneath you makes you realise how close he is to orgasm already. His breathing is shallow and erratic, and hitches when you hear Ignis whisper something in his ear. It’s too quiet for you to make out but whatever it was it makes Gladio whimper. A sound you’ve never heard him make before that make your core throb in response and with a hoarse cry Gladio reaches his peak, his entire body tensing as he cums hard over Ignis’ hand, thick white ropes that you feel spurt across your abdomen and belly. You continue to watch as Ignis slows his strokes, fascinated with the amount of cum that dribbles down your stomach and drips between your legs and you fingers twitch with the desire to rub it into your pussy.

“I hate you all.” Noctis’ words are sullen and hold no real anger but you still feel a little guilty, mentally making a note to make it up to him later.

Ignis lets go of Gladio’s cock to swirl his fingers down through the mess left on your skin, easing between your wet folds to push two cum slickened fingers into you. You instinctively try to close your legs at the abrupt intrusion but he tuts at you and pushes your knees apart.

“Don’t hide from me love,” He reprimands as he scissors his fingers, “This is ours.” He growls in warning as you try to rock into his fingers. “Say it.” “It’s yours” “hmm what ours baby?” Gladio finally moves, still sounding breathless, his cock half hard resting on your thigh. He’s teasing you but you can tell he’s expecting an answer. “I – “ you stumble over your words, embarrassment flooding hot through you Gladio nips at your neck, “what’s ours?” You can’t bring yourself to say it; Gladio seems to take pity on your sudden speechlessness and kisses your ear with a low chuckle. “That pussy is ours. That tight sweet–“ he grunts as Ignis teases around the head of his cock again, “wet little pussy is ours.”

He turns his head and kisses your throat, trailing kisses up your neck until he reaches your mouth. He kisses you hungrily before drawing back. “Hips up for me baby.” He cups your thighs and helps you lift yourself until you’re perched just over his lap.

You feel him shiver at the over stimulation as Ignis strokes him before guiding him to your entrance. His cock is too big and thick not to hurt as he presses against your pussy. It’s a sharp sting, and you let out a pained cry at the burning feeling of him stretching you. “Shhh its ok baby you can take it, I know you can.” Gladio brings his thumb to your clit and rubs to help relax your clenched muscles. “Too much” you whine “I can’t.” “Just breathe,” he says, pushing you down harder until finally the head of his cock pops inside, making him groan “Good girl, taking daddy’s cock so well.”

Ignis lets you go slow but encourages you to keep going, pushing you down with gentle cooing praise in your ear. Your wetness and Gladio’s cum just enough to ease the glide of his cock inside you, but you weren’t prepped enough for it not to hurt. Finally you are fully seated on Gladio’s cock. He wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling affectionately into the back of your neck. You felt so full with his cock it was almost unbearable. You feel his chest press against your back as he draws in a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm and the quiver of his thighs as he tries not to drive himself up into you.

“Noct said I can’t fuck you, but keep it warm for me, baby?” he whispers into your ear. “Stay nice and still for me.” His cock betrays his calm tone when it throbs and twitches inside you, pressing against your walls in just the way to draw a moan from you. He shudders as Ignis strokes down where you are joined, brushing his fingers over his balls and across his thighs. “Sensitive” Gladio bites out between clenched teeth and Ignis chuckles quietly before he moves his hand to press two fingers firmly against your clit and you immediately keen, trying to grind your hips forward against him, desperate for any kind of friction.

“No,” Gladio tuts, giving you a hard slap to the inside of your thigh. “No moving.” You whimper, the slap taking you by surprise. Tears prick at your eyes from the pain, but you remain still. Every fibre of your being is begging you to rock against Ignis’ fingers, to grind back against Gladio’s cock; you’re trembling with the pressure of staying still. You’re still not sure what to do with your hands, settling for latching on to Gladio’s wrists where he grips your hips.

Ignis moves in close and you turn towards him lips parted, expecting a kiss but he tilts his head at the last second, leaning behind you to kiss Gladio.

You feel a little petty at the denial of your kiss and deliberately clench your walls hard around Gladio’s cock. He breaks away from Ignis with a loud hiss. “Careful baby. You want to act like a brat you'll get punished.” He spanks the inside of your thigh again, “you can just sit there and take my cum, bad girls don’t get to cum too.”

“I’m sorry” the words rush from you in a wounded whisper. It’s maddening, apart from the firm stationary press of Ignis fingers against your clit neither of them are paying that much attention to you, entirely focused on each other. The sounds of Gladio’s pleasure as they kiss fuels the desire running through you and you can’t stop yourself from squirming impatiently, desperate for some stimulation from either of them. “Last warning omega.” Gladio growls, biting your shoulder in retaliation and Ignis finally starts to swirl his fingers around your clit. The car swerves slightly at your surprised cry of pleasure and Ignis turns his attention away from you.

“Focus on the road, Your Highness.”

You’d momentarily forgotten where you were. As you lock eyes with Noctis in the rear view mirror Ignis presses harder against you and you whine, watching the way Noctis’ pupils dilate.

“You make a mess you're buying me a new car.” Noctis grumbles as he winds his window down. He sounds almost genuinely annoyed but you can smell the arousal in his scent and you have no doubt if his anger was real neither Ignis nor Gladio would continue their game.

Ignis’ fingers still and the flush across his cheeks and the way he licks his lips makes you think, hope, for a second that he’s going to go down on you, use that wicked tongue of his while Gladio sits snugly inside you. But before you can beg for him to continue Gladio beats you to it.

“Don't stop,” he pants, grabbing Ignis hand and tugging it back between your legs. “Fuck Iggy you need to feel it, it’s like she's massaging my fucking cock” He grunts again and you hear the dull thud as his head hits the back of his seat, “Make her cum, want to feel her cum on my cock.”

Gladio loosens his hold slightly, allowing you to circle your hips a little.

“fuck I’m gonna cum again.” he sounds surprised and Ignis moans in response, his free hand curling into your hair and tugging your head out of the way so he can kiss Gladio again. The refusal of a kiss for the second time stings but your words of protest are muffled as Gladio’s hand slaps over your mouth. “Quiet baby. Be a good toy and take it,” he grunts and grinds his hips up into you “let me use you.”

He releases your mouth only to grasp hold of your hips again. It hurts, you’re going to have bruises, his fingers digging in so hard you can feel them already forming. You think he forgets how strong he is sometimes. They are both panting hard, Gladio grunting and moaning into Ignis mouth as they make out behind your shoulder. You feel almost jealous but Ignis fingers don’t let up their pace and you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. His thumb drawing swirls around your clit, his fingers stroking down around Gladio’s balls, pressed flush against your ass. Your vision blurs for a moment as you succumb to the pleasure, stars dotting across your vision. Your toes curl, and your cry out loudly, uncaring about Noctis driving and Prompto sleeping. The pain in your hipbones as Gladio holds you down mixes perfectly with Ignis talented fingers as your orgasm rip through you. Your back arches as you cum, straining against Gladio’s hold but he holds you tight against him. It’s borderline torture not being able to move as you want, your wet pussy spasming and fluttering over and over around his cock. “That's it baby milk it, make me cum” Ignis is still stroking you, forcing you through your aftershocks and you can do nothing to make him ease up, twitching and trembling in Gladio’s arms. There is a short grunt, a moment of stillness, and then a gush of warmth inside you as Gladio shakes, cumming deep inside you with a low drawn-out groan, the throb and twitch of his cock as he fills you pushing you over into the uncomfortable pangs of overstimulation.

He’s breathing hard as he tries to come down from his high, “fuck Iggy” Ignis hums in response, hands leaving you to kiss him again and you sit still, boneless and pliant in Gladio’s grip as they share a few lazy satisfied kisses over your shoulder. The minimal attention they are giving you makes you feel like you're a plaything the two of them are using to get off. For a second they rest against each other, both still breathing heavily, and you grimace as Gladio’s grip on your hips starts to ease. With the pleasure easing you can feel the pain more acutely, amid the soreness between your legs and the bruises on your hips you’re going to be suffering for the next few days you can already tell.

“You did well my love.” Ignis’ praise pulls you out of your reflection of your pain and he finally kisses you, soft pecks over your face. He kisses you tenderly on the mouth before trailing his lips across your jaw to your neck, letting his teeth worry into your sensitive skin, reigniting the hickeys already fading there. ”Too rough?” he frowns stroking gently along the red indents left on your hips and the mark on your thigh, and you shake your head. “Words love” “Not too rough.” He gives you a gentle smile, continuing his soothing caresses down your thigh. “Bath, bed and a massage when we return home?” “Yeah.” you breathe out brushing your lips gently over his. You stay like that for a few minutes, Ignis resting his forehead against yours until Gladio finally stirs. You wince at the movement and Ignis frowns again. “It hurts?” You feel Gladio tense beneath you at his question and you quickly shake your head to reassure them. Ignis’ hand slides between your legs, cupping you and Gladio both. “Did we push you too much?” His concern for your wellbeing makes your heart swell with affection. “You need to talk to me love.”

“Yes, I mean no, it wasn’t too much but yes I’m sore.” His frown deepens and you shake your head again “Sore in a good way. I liked it.” Ignis watches you, examining your expression closely before he relaxes. The peppering of kisses across your shoulder from Gladio making you relax back against his chest. “do you want to move? Ignis will clean you up.” the images that sends through your head are filthyand you feel your cheeks heat up. The smile Ignis gives you is sinful, and Gladio chuckles as you wriggle in his arms. “You want that omega? I think you like that idea.” “n-not yet,” you can’t meet Ignis gaze and settle for linking your fingers through his “just need to sit for a minute.” Gladio nuzzles into your neck at your words with a purr. “As long as you want baby.” There was something about resting and sitting on Gladio’s lap with his softening cock still inside you and Ignis leaning into your side that felt incredibly intimate. The warmth, the closeness, it was comforting.

Gladio leans forward carefully, trying not to jostle you and rests his chin on your shoulder, “You get to sit in Ignis lap on the way home” he says it a little louder, in an attempt to wind up Noctis you have no doubt. “Ignis is driving home.” Noctis’ disgruntled growl makes you smile but you’re too content to tease him.

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your-1up-girl · 4 years

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Working on Weapons (Cindy Aurum x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: I love Cindy. This is my first time writing smut. I hate it. Please enjoy :)

Word Count: 4756

Link to AO3

Ever since you and the guys first showed up at the garage and you saw her walk towards the car with a smile that seemed to taunt you and a sway in her hips that spoke a language of their own, you knew that you stood no chance against this woman’s spell.

Every so often when you had to make a visit for supplies or do a task for her, you would do your best to turn on the charm. You weren’t bad at flirting, hell one time when you were at a bar, you and Gladio made a bet to see who could get the most numbers by the end of the night. Long story short, you had him beat and had an amazing night with one of those numbers.

The problem with flirting with Cindy was that she just seemed so used to it that it felt like nothing you did even phased her. Much to your dismay (and Gladio’s utmost entertainment) all of your subtle and not so subtle advances had no effect on her. The winks, cute nicknames that you reserved only for her, lingering touches, soft eyes and smiles that seemed to convey both innocence and hidden suggestive messages. Absolutely nothing. It was driving you crazy. It was at the point that even poor Prompto was rooting for you (“I have to live vicariously through you so you better make this happen,” It was a joke, one followed by a playful shove and a wink).

Just when you were at that point of giving up, it finally happened one afternoon. You all were returning from picking up headlights from that Gods forsaken sewer system. The whole party was exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to take a shower in the caravan.

“Hey Cin!” You called out catching her attention from another hunter who, from the look of dejection, struck out with her. “We got it.”

Cindy took the headlights from you but not before giving you elevator eyes, your appearance was intoxicating to her. Perfectly disheveled hair, a tank top that clung deliciously against your chest and hips, small bruises perfectly stamping your skin (some, she made note of, appeared to be about the size of her mouth), and a light sheen of sweat on your skin. If she hadn’t known why you were gone, she may have just gotten other ideas in her head about your look. Not that you noticed of course, Gladio convinced the others to take a hunt that was also in that sewer system. It took far too long to find and kill; with the exhaustion setting in you hadn’t noticed how the tables were turned and the woman of your dreams was now unapologetically checking you out.

“Didn’t realize these little ol’ things would be such trouble.” You smiled at her, combing your hair back with your fingers causing Cindy to flush ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re back and no one got too hurt other than Noct’s pride. But I’m letting you know now, if you want us to go back there for anything else, I’m gonna have to tell you to go fuck yourself.” Cindy laughed. It was a joke and she knew it, the smirk on your beautiful lips and the playful glint in your eye told her that.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind darlin’,” Turing, she saw that Ignis had put the car in her garage to prepare for the lights modification. “Looks like I got to get back to the ol’ girl. She’s gon be shinin’ so bright that the stars’ll wanna take notes.”

“If they wanna learn so badly they should just look into your eyes.” Gods that was corny even her face scrunched up on that one, but she still had that sweet, weak-in-the-knees smile so you assumed she somewhat enjoyed it? Thought it was cute at least?

“Anyways, to save myself from further embarrassment, I'm gonna go. Got a nice cold shower and a hot meal with my name on it.” You turned on your heel thinking the conversation would just end at that but what Cindy said next would forever stay in your mind.

“I thought I was the only hot meal you wanted to eat baby girl?”

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Did you just hear that correctly? You tripped on your own two feet and barely had the nerve to turn around to see the beautiful mechanic giving you a small smile with slightly parted lips and half lidded eyes. She looked you up and down once more and licked her lips with a subtly that almost went missed by you. You knew that she was practically undressing you with her eyes because you had done the same on many occasions. Wondering if she was thinking about the same lewd thoughts made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. Opening and closing your mouth trying to think of something to say, Cindy just shook her head smiling at the ground before leaving you with, “Have a nice cold shower hun.”

Later in the evening, after you and the boys had cleaned up, and Ignis was making something in the caravan because no matter how late it was Ignis always wanted to make sure everyone was fed. You sat outside reading with Gladio, Noctis and Prompto as they played rounds of King’s Knight. But couldn’t care less about whatever they were doing or about what you were doing for that matter. You read the same page about 20 times now, but you just couldn’t get that interaction out of your head. Had all your flirting finally worked? Or was she just playing you?

“How y’all doing?” Speak of the gorgeous devil. All heads turned as Cindy approached the caravan. She wore black skin tight leggings, a loose gray crop top that hung off her left shoulder, and of course her signature cowgirl boots. It was nice to see her in casual clothes. The domestic look was one that suited her nicely you thought. You loved it when she wore her work attire but seeing her so relaxed, it made you imagine a possible future with her.

“You look comfortable Cindy. Done for the day? Thought you never close up shop.” Gladio asked.

“Yeah just about wanted to finish early today; the Regalia looks real nice now that she’s got new lights on ‘er. And you don’t gotta worry about those damn daemons either.”

Prompto gave out a happy shout at both the no more daemons news and for winning the match.

“What would we do without you Cindy.” Noctis relayed the gratitude with a slight pout.

“Aw don’t give me too much credit now. I just connect some wires and do some modifications. Speaking of, (Y/N).” Your head snapped so quickly to her she giggled making you blush, “My reason for closin’ early was so I would use you as my guinea pig.” She paused on purpose, wanting to get your reaction at her choice of words. She approached you to where you were, sitting on the table with a tilt of her head and a sly smile she continued. “Well, your weapons that is. See, with Paw-Paw modin’ things for the Prince, figured why not throw my hat in the ring too. If everything goes well, I could fix up equipment for other hunters as well.” Cindy crossed one leg over the other bouncing the top leg lightly as she spoke giving you an eye full of her calves. And dammit, you could not help yourself as your eyes wandered up to her thighs to the curve of her ass. Up her hips and exposed waist and to where the shirt peaked from her breasts, the soft skin of her neck just waiting to be bitten and finally to her face where a knowing smirk and lecherous eyes watched you take in her appearance.

She had you now more than ever. To think, you had been flirting with her on every occasion you could. All of a sudden she struts over here and says the right words, acts a certain way and you become putty in her hands. “So (Y/N) what’d ya say?” Prompto had to kick you lightly under the table to get you out of your shocked state.

Stuttering you gave an answer, “I yeah-yes, of course you can use me—My weapons! You can use- fix them if you want to.” Gods just kill me now! Face beat read you could hear Gladio and Noctis containing their snickers at you making an utter fool of yourself in front of Cindy. She didn’t seem to mind however, just turned that smirk into a smile and hopped off the table and began to walk towards the garage. She was about half way there and you were still glued to your seat like an idiot when someone spoke from the door of the caravan.

“I don’t think you should keep her waiting (Y/N).” Ignis took a sip of Ebony.

“Wha-? Weren’t you cooking-? How long have you been-”

“Long enough to know that you won’t be joining us for dinner. Now, you have much better things to attend to than staying here with me and The Three Stooges.” He was right, you got up from your seat already noting how you felt a bit of slickness at your core as you began to walk over to the garage. “Oh and (Y/N),” Turning to Iggy you saw the smirk as he took another sip of coffee, “Have fun.”

You didn’t say anything and just made your way to the garage. Taking the back entrance seeing that the large main door was closed early for the afternoon. Once inside you saw Cindy working on something at the workbench biting her bottom lip in concentration. She looked up at you when she heard the door shut, “Hey doll come ‘er.” You approached her as she told you to place your weapons off to the far right of the bench. Doing as you're told, you summoned your short sword and placed it on the bench. You turned around but as you did Cindy came up to you and kissed you. She had her arms on either side of you, effectively trapping. The kiss was one with a fever that you made your whole body tense and heat go straight to your core. That feeling bubbled so pleasantly within you.

However, you were in such a state of shock because Cindy Aurum was basically making out with you that you had yet to return the kiss. Cindy stopped to look at you with a hint of fear in her eyes.

“Have I overstepped my boundaries? I’m so sorry hun’ I just, you were always flirtin’ with me, so I took that as an opportunity to- You can leave if I made ya uncomfort-”

“No.” It was soft, you didn’t want to scare her any more that she clearly was. “It’s just that-” You dragged your hands across the exposed sink of her waist and brought her closer to you. Taking your time to feel just how soft it was. Your left hand played with the shirt hem and your right drew small infinity signs on the small of her back. “In all the ways I’ve had this dream play out, that’s all it ever was. A dream.”

It looked like that relaxed Cindy because next thing you knew she placed her lips on yours once more and pulled you close as well. Thank the Gods that your brain returned to a functional state as you kissed her back. Making sure to match the force and passion behind it.

“Let me tell you baby girl, I am very,” Cindy grabbed your hand, “Much.” Open palm she allowed it to ghost over her breast. “Real.” A quick glance down and a nod was all you need to knead the soft flesh in your hand. The sigh that fell from her lips sent shivers throughout your entire body.

“You're not wearing a bra?”

“Oh? I guess I ain’t.” She bit her bottom lip and laughed. “Honestly (Y/N), I’m surprised you just noticed. Just so you know, I ain’t wearing a thong either darlin’.” A whine escaped you and you leaned forward to kiss her again moving in tandem with her as you gave the other breast some attention as well. Her arms found their way around your waist and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. Every moment that passed you expected one of the boys to shake you awake but the way Cindy felt, her breasts and hands, her dangerously addicting mouth, it all felt too real to be anything but reality. And thank the Astrals for that.

With caution, you allowed your fingers to graze over the nipple, already, it began to harden under the shirt at your touch. The kiss broke only for a moment as Cindy whispered in your ear, “Pinch it darlin’.”

And that is exactly what you did. Tweaking and twisting the small bud between your index finger and thumb. The action rewarded you the most intoxicating sound as Cindy moaned softly in your ear. In a bold move on her part, she brought one leg in between yours. The moan was one so sinful you didn’t even realize that you were capable of making such a noise.

That noise gave fuel to Cindy as she applied more pressure to your core with her leg. More sounds escaped both your mouths and you grinned into her thigh, mentally wishing you wore something much thinner than skinny jeans.

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” The infatuation in both hers and your eyes were apparent and Cindy laughed.

“We have a whole garage to ourselves, that not enough privacy for you?”

“Well, as hot as it would be to eat you out on the hood of the Regalia, I feel that if Noctis found out then he would literally behead us.”

Cindy smiled at you, with a peck on the lips and said, “I don’t think he’ll mind. What he don’t know won’t kill him, right? But, a bed is always good.” With your hand in yours, she led you to a side upstairs part of the garage. Opening up the door at the top of the side staircase revealed a quaint, rustic studio apartment of sorts. One central open area that had a small kitchen and dining area. There were some built in bookshelves that contained various books and pictures. A small love-seat with two pink pillows located near a door which you assumed was the bathroom. And on a more raised part of the room was a small dresser and her full sized mattress, adorned with pillows and a gray, chunky knit throw blanket.

On said mattress was the woman of your dreams. Seated on her haunches, leaning forward ever so slightly to accentuate her breasts and hair tousled from your hands moments before, she beckoned you to the bed. Wasting no time, you all but ran to her, crashing your lips against her and laid her gently against the soft duvet covers. Her hands were on your hips again, fingers finding their way to the button of your jeans. You smiled into the kiss and helped her out undoing it yourself and shimmying out of the article.

“What were you thinking about over there when you came in hun'?” The small circles being rubbed on your clit made it differently to answer but you did.

"Ahhh, just thinking that you got a real nice place. I guess it kind of surprised me." Deciding to return the favor and give an eye for an eye, you lifted her shirt off and tossed it. Taking in her beautiful upper body; chest of full display and nipples harden from when you played with them. Further grinding into her fingers you took one nipple into your mouth and began to suck and flick your tongue across the skin. Cindy arched her back at the sudden stimulation and momentarily stopped the rubbing.

"Oh God's (Y/N) that feels…" She couldn't finish as you moved to the next breast but still played with the other with your expert hands. "Ah! Based on how much attention you give my boobs, I take it that you're a tit girl then?"

You released from her with a pop, “When it comes to you, I just adore everything.” and began to attack her neck and collar bone. Kissing and nipping at the sun-kissed skin. She held you close running fingers desperately through your hair and leaving scratches along you back, your shirt discarded a long time ago.

"Keep doing that and I'll have to wear an actual shirt tomorrow hun'." The smirk on her lips was evident that she would do nothing of the sort. The thought of her working tomorrow with the bruises, bites and hickeys exposed for all the world to see made the fire in your core burn even hotter.

"Something tells me you'll be fine. And if you can still form sentences then I'm clearly not doing a good enough job." You started at the valley of her breasts and left a trail of kisses and worked your way down to where her leggings laid just above her pelvic bone.

"My my my, aren't you all worked up." The comment acknowledged the prominent wet spot on her leggings. You looked Cindy dead in the eyes, hers were a bit furrowed.

"Oh please darlin', don't act all high and mighty like you aren't as wet as- AH!" You rubbed your fingers on that mark and Cindy moaned so beautifully that it grew a smirk on your face.

You positioned yourself between her legs and licked your tongue across her sex. Cindy threw her head back against the pillows and begged you to do that again. Her thighs found homes on your shoulders and your hands on her abdomen to pin her down.

You licked her through her leggings knowing that the fabric both gave a good feeling but also was a frustrating barrier. Sucking on her clit one more time, it was time that you took off her leggings. She got the queue and lifted her hips to help you and threw them off the bed.

Just to even the playing field, you took off your panties and unhooked your bra. Your boobs bounced out of the lacey prison and Cindy didn't even try to hide how she stared.

Legs spread wide, her clit wet from her own arousal and your mouth you added one finger and watched as she arched up from the bed. The perfect arch of her back made her look like a sculpture at the Citadel. Along with a gorgeous "O" forming on her mouth.

Your finger moved back and forth. Cindy's grip on the messed up duvet below her tightened. You took this as an opportunity to add not only a second finger but also your mouth to the party. Your other unoccupied hand found and held hers as you continued.

Some instructions were given, A little to the... Yeah there. Curl your fingers (Y/N). No, that’s more like scratchin’. Oh! That’s perfect. Now, if ya can… go deeper. Ah. Ahh! AH! Yes darlin' right there!

You devoured not only her but every moan, gasp, shudder, and sigh that left her mouth. You sent your fingers deeper, down to your knuckles and Cindy screamed out. “AH! YES! YES! YES! Oh sweet ASTRALS baby girl! Keep going! AH!!” Hands took desperate hold of your hair pushing your face further into her wanton sex. You could feel her walls tighten around your fingers; it encouraged you to go faster but then Cindy called out.

“WAit… wait (Y/N).” There was a hard tug on your hair that lifted you from her slick center. You took a deep breath mouth wet from her arousal and took your fingers out of her.

“Did I do something wrong?” It took a moment for Cindy to respond. It was obvious that she missed your feeling already, what with her flushed face, blown out pupils and the sheen of sweat on her body.

“Naw baby girl… you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then?”

“It ain’t fair for me to be the one getting all the attention.” The mechanic found strength to give you some attention, her hand rubbing against your sex, she took your moan to memory and held nothing back as she gave you much needed friction to your core. Cindy was more rough with you. Even when she took one nipple in her mouth, she sucked and flicked the bud with force. Teeth were used to lightly tug and twist, her ultimate goal was to bring the soft bud to peak.

Breaths began to shudder at the stimulation you were receiving. Cindy turned you around so you could lay against some pillows at the head of the bed. Her fingers entered you with ease, you slick with arousal as you held her close. Minimal assistance was given on your part, what with your brain practically shutdown from her actions but Cindy knew how to read you. Noticed little movements, subtle gasps or even when your face scrunched slightly telling her to try a different spot. The ragged breaths that came from both your bodies and the squelching noises that were produced from her working your mercilessly were the only things heard in the studio room. She worked her way up from your breasts and to your neck, leaving the same, if not more marks against your skin that would be a bitch to cover in the morning.

She gave you a heated kiss and you could feel the smile on her lips as she danced with you. Your bottom lip earned a small bite when you snaked your arms up her back and clawed your way down. When she released your lips, the smile was more present than ever and Cindy licked her own.

“You never told me that I tasted so good darlin’.” A small peck on the lips. “You wanna find out how you taste?” Her fingers left your core and you whined at the emptiness but it was cut short when she put her two fingers in your mouth. You sucked them letting your tongue rub against the pads of her digits. When pulled out she laughed at the face you made.

“Kinda bitter, but I’m not surprised. Noct has been taking more hunts at night and coffee is the only thing keeping me awake.”

She hummed and you barely caught the whisper of, “Mind if I try?” Before she put her two fingers back in and massaged you. Fingers curled in just the right way, the slow pumps along with her thumb rubbing your clit. Not breaking her gaze at you as your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud at the languid pace she kept. The blonde woman placed a small pillow behind your head to keep you from hurting yourself.

“Gods! Cindy! Please!” Fingers were removed and placed into her mouth, self-satisfied smile at the flush ever present on your face. Legs on either side of you in a straddle, she put her fingers back in you, catching your neck with her mouth as you bucked at the insertion. “I think you taste divine baby girl.” Whispered against sensitive skin, it formed goosebumps all along your body.

Finally, you put your fingers back into her. Your breaths mixed beautifully with her moans against your skin. Cindy took your nipple in her mouth again. Deft fingers worked you so well that when you finally climaxed, you stopped working Cindy for just a moment. The way you called out her name as your orgasm washed over you was music to her ears. “AH! CI-CINDY! Don’t stop! AH-AHH! OH GODS!” How she was able to get you so loud, you would never know. Normally, you were a quiet love maker but with Cindy it seemed she could turn you into a pornstar. Giving you one last pump she took in her work. Your chest was heaving, mouth slightly parted, pupils dilated and hair an absolute mess; you looked like sin in your post orgasm state.

Cindy didn’t blame you for being so worn out but she was impressed when you still pumped your fingers into her. She took mercy on you and began to ride your fingers but not before removing hers from you and placing them back in her mouth lapping up the release you left on her. Her bundle of nerves got stimulation from your thumb. You just enjoyed the sights and sounds of her breasts bouncing, whimpers from sucking her own fingers clean of you, and the soft wet slaps of her grinding, as she took her own release on your fingers.

One final desperate shout escaped her as she fell forward against your equally exhausted body. Both parties laid on the bed and tried to catch their breaths. Cindy sat up against and kissed you, this time it was soft, meaningful and somewhat fleeting.

“I think we ruined your duvet…”

“Aw don’t worry ‘bout it darlin.’ Nothin’ a quick wash won’t fix. How ‘bout you get this off the bed and I’ll get us a warm towel to clean us off.” You nodded and she hopped off you and to the kitchen to wet a towel with warm water as you made quick work of the duvet and throw pillows. Cindy came back, pulled the sheets back and motioned for you to get into bed with her. Gently you cleaned each other up and placed the towel on the nightstand near her bed once finished. That was also when you noticed that it was so late into the night and you hadn’t eaten anything. Stomach catching up with your mind it made a loud rumbling noise that you both laughed at.

“I totally forgot that I skipped dinner.”

“It was worth it though right?”

You caressed her chin and guided her to a small kiss. “Oh absolutely. But Ignis’ll flip if he finds out I didn’t eat.”

“Well (Y/N) you kinda did eat.” Cindy sat on her haunches with her legs just barely spread. “I’d say you had yourself a full course meal.” A playful tackle to the bed wiped that smirk off her face as laughter filled the room. You blew against her stomach and she tried, in vain, to push you off. “Okay okay! How ‘bout this: You get yourself to the bathroom if you need to I’ll leave you a shirt of mine and get started on makin’ us something proper to eat? May not be like the Prince’s Advisor, but I consider myself a good cook at times.”

“Sounds like a plan.” To the bathroom you went and did what you had to do there, and true to her word, Cindy left you one of her shirts. The soft fabric was gentle on your skin, it was much larger than you expected it to be, just going past the curve of your butt, and it had the smell of Jasmine, vanilla, and motor oil. When you met Cindy at the stove she already began to warm up what appeared to be a breakfast like dish. She asked you to watch the food as she went to the bathroom herself.

Maybe five minutes passed. You hummed a tune as you cooked the food. Cindy wrapped her arms around your waist, she too wearing an over-sized shirt.

“You look nice like this.” It was whispered against soft fabric and love-bitten skin.

“Like how? In one of your shirts?”

“That, and here with me.” One kiss was barely pressed on your shoulder. “I could get used to late night or, I should say early mornin’, meals with you. Waking up with you. Being able to call you my girl.” The food sizzled on the stove as Cindy all but confessed to you. “That is… if you’ll want to. Don’t wanna force you or anything but, having you here with me has made me more happy than you could now.”

You turned and kissed her. The answer to the request, your hands grazing up and down her back while hers gripped tightly to the shirt you wore. Both of you were smiling before, during and after the kiss. Your foreheads rested against one another as you happily whispered, “Cindy, nothing would make me happier.”

#cindy aurum x reader #female reader #cindy aurum x female reader #cindy aurum x fem!reader #noctis lucis caelum #gladio amiticia #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #smut fic #please enjoy #1up-writes #spencer writes

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moonraccoon-exe · 5 years

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Ok tumblr is messing around with me now and I have no idea if the first message sent but I read all my tags and I really do love seeing yours on my art

LISTEN. ARTIST.

I TRIED.

BUT DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE’S A TAG LIMIT ON TUMBLR OF ONLY 30 TAGS.

HOW DO YOU. HOW. DO YOU EXPECT ME TO WRITE EVERY THOUGHT AND IMPRESSION I HAVE OF YOUR…YOUR….BREATHTAKING. BEAUTIFUL. MAJESTIC. ABSURDLY GORGEOUS AND INSANELY STUNNING ART.

IN ONLY 30 TAGS?!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!

*sHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK*

I would add here the gif of the bird SCREECHING but I don’t want to scare or spam you aklsjdfkladjglakdjaldkj

OKAY. LISTEN. I’M GOING TO CALM DOWN BEFORE BECAUSE…IT’S NOT. I MEAN IT’S NOT EVERY DAY THAT YOU GET SENT AN ASK FROM A

S T A R

AKLSDJFLKDAJGLKDAJFDALKGJALKGAD

(Imma- Imma go on under the keep reading, yes? I just, I just DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH TAG SPACE, I WANT TO KEEP GOING HERE)

Okay, oKAY, I want to freak out because HOLY FUCKING SHIT, IT’S AN ARTIST THAT GETS THOUSANDS OF NOTES PER ARTWORK, IT’S THE GENIUS BEHIND THE PROMPTO AND NOCTIS QUOTING MEWTWO COMIC, THIS IS A SUPERSTAR, FAMOUS DIVINE ARTIST WITH ANGEL HANDS THAT DRAW PHENOMENAL ART, IN MY GARBAGE LANDS AND TALKING TO ME, I’M FREAKING OUT, EVERYBODY CALM DOWN

But I’m gonna try to STAY STILL AND KEEP IT COOL, because I don’t want to creep you out and to keep this relatively in order instead of making THE MESS OF A 3-PAGES LONG RANT OF YELLING AND SCREAMING BECAUSE HOH MY GOD YOU’RE TALKING TO ME AKLSDJLAKDJGADLKGJDA I DIE

So first of all!

I’m sorry it took me so long to reply. The week’s been sorta messy and busy since friday ahah, so even though I did have time to answer to your ask, I wanted to do it only after I had added the tags. You know, just to let you know that I did. And…to not give you more work or so you don’t browse through your thousands of reblogs, here is the link...it’s not much, I filled my 30 tags too quick and barely started saying something, but just to let you know that I did. Heh. ;w;

Okay, I just got attacked by a sudden GIANT WAVE OF SHYNESS, but I’m still going to say the tings I have in mind and want to tell you hnhgnhg

Thank you so much for reading my tags. Thank you immensely for taking the time to do that, really. I know how Tumblr can be so deadly quiet, and how most of the people who reblog (IF they reblog) put nothing in the tags, a few tag general stuff, and there’s only comments in 1 or 2 reblogs. I say this not to credit myself, it’s not that. It’s just that, with the quantity of reblogs you get, and you saying that you check them ALL out…well, thank you.

I know it can be tiringto check reblog after reblog and see nothing over and over again. Anyone else would just give up and stop checking because no one says anything. So thank you for taking the time to check not just my tags, but everyone else’s, despite it not always turning as you may wish ;w;

Also, thank you so much for taking the time to write to me. You didn’t need to. It’s too much of me to ask from artists to tell me if they want me to add comments or not. It even sounds rude, “YOU contact me if you want to know what I think about your art”. Gee. It can come off as rude and not right…but I think you understood me. And for that I’m immensely grateful.

Thank you for reading my tags, and thank you even more for dropping by to tell me you did. For each 7 artworks I reblog asking if they’re seeing the tags, 1 replies. In this case, it was you. and I’m so hyped about it, you have no idea. Thank you so much

Aaah, also, no other ask of yours made it in. This is the only one I had, so no worries. And even if a million had made it in, no worries! It’s so insane that you took the time to write to me once, AND stayed to make sure it sent? That’s so sweet of you, it really is so kind, thank you so much for worrying about that and being so attentive… ;w;

Oh no, this is getting so long, but I’d really like to say more about your art because the tags weren’t enough, seriously…I’m sorry I keep talking aksljdakldjg I’m sorry ;n;

I just wanted to let you know that that comic is brilliant. Genius in every way. Many see just the joke, which is great enough, but seriously, I looked at everything and it’s…insanely mindblowing in the most beautiful way ever. The art itself is GORGEOUS beyond anything I can say. I don’t have words enough and I lack the vocabulary to express how INSANE and stunning your art is, it’s truly…a jewel, but better and prettier.

Your artstyle is gorgeous no matter where you look at. Lineart, colors, textures, anatomy, expressions, there’s literally not a single thing that isn’t BEAUTIFUL. I’m keeping this very short because of how much I’ve written already, but seriously, your art makes my head explode because it doesn’t fit in my mortal brain. It’s so stunning, I have no way to describe it.

You’re FANTASTIC at making comics. I wouldn’t have known you need practice if you hadn’t added that in the tags. I love the flow and I think that it’s everything arranged in a very good way. I don’t know how to word it, forgive a non-native speaker ;n; But like, the way you placed everything where it is, the dialogue boxes and the characters, it all has a nice flow, and nothing looks off. I’m no artist but personally I’d say you’re AMAZING at comics

I’m in love with the expressions you drew, you have no idea. The sequence of Prompto confessing is insanely beautiful due to the load of emotion that it transmits. The joke is great, yes, but your add added it the real weight it needed and MORE. That 4 panel sequence is so GORGEOUS because it transmits and holds within all this pain, this serious sorrow, this huge weight of his identity crisis. Honestly, if you had decided to make it a drama, you’d have nailed it.

And you also nailed comedy FANTASTICALLY!! Which is insane, makin both things work out in such short lapse SUCCESSFULLY? Wow. That takes more than just “drawing pretty”.

What I mean to say is that you’re a complete, phenomenal artist. Visually and emotionally, you draw wonders. You capture emotions, you draw really beautifully, and you’re creative and everything flows.

And basically can I have an autograph aksldjdalkgjadlkgjad

I’ll keep this ask as my autograph because oh m y g o d what were the odds such a giant of an artist wote to me??? :)

SO YEH, I’M SO PROFOUNDLY SORRY AND EMBARRASSED FOR THIS RANT, I UNDERSTAND IF YOU’RE CREEPED OUT KLASJDAKLDGJDAKLGJADGKL I’M DONE I PROMISE AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

But yeh. Thank you again for taking the time to write to me. That talks very niceyly about you as a person, too… ;w;

I hope you’re having a FANTASTIC day!!

#coonreplies #nooling #coonrants

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FFXV is just so disappointing to me

Ok before I go any further I just want to say that YES this is a rant about XV however this is not in any way me forcing anyone to share my opinion on the game nor is it to shame those who do love the game.

Everything I say about the game comes purely from a place of excitement as a fan of this franchise and a fan of Jrpg's in general.

That being said let's get into this.

FFXV out of all the games in the franchise is the one game is the one game I REALLY struggle to see myself ever returning to in the future and again please don't think I'm saying this just to be edgy but I genuinely mean it. The game is in no way a complete train wreck however I just struggle to find anything that I really like about the game. I really don't think XV does anything particularly well.

Story/characters

Not gonna dwell on the story for too long because at this point everyone and their grandmother knows about the problems with this narrative but just to reiterate cutting the story up into a movie/ anime and paid dlc was a GIGANTIC detriment to this game. What square should have done was make XV as best as they could then made supplementary content (such as the movie, anime ect) to compliment XV's narrative. But since they didn't nothing in XV's story makes all that much sense. It's all payoff but no execution.

Luna's death and ardyns reveal should have been much more impactful then they were but because everything in this narrative is so poorly fleshed out you just don't really care and what's supposed to be a "OOOHH!!" moment quickly becomes a "oh ok." That's bad. I've said it once and I'll say it again but Luna's death I's easily one of the most beautiful and cinematic scene in the franchise however the entire scene falls flat emotionally because you the player just either don't feel for these characters, this off screen romance, or barely can even comprehend what's going on.

XV just has this HUGE pacing issue as well and it's just mind boggling how fast and abrupt certain scenarios and events happen and end. Again the transition from free roam in the open world to the Leviathan is such a WTF moment. It begins so fast and ends so quickly and abrupt you can barely even comprehend what just happened so you just forget about it and move on (not to mention the battle itself is shit but more on that later)

Or take the train scene for example. One second everyone's all fake mad at each other (particularly noctis and gladious) and then all of a sudden they get attacked by ardin and then gentiana shows up and is revealed to be Sheva and prompto gets kidnapped and this all happens within the spawn of 10mins (slight exaggeration)

The game just also has a complete tone and gameplay dissidence problem. Take for example when the party learns insomnia has been taken over and that the king is dead. It's a emotional scene (I guess) as noctis has just learned that his father is dead and his kingdom in imperial hands. Now what is noctis and the party gonna do about it?

Dick around in this open for a bit until coir gets in contact with them I guess.

Oh.

You also just don't even feel the weight of what's just happen as you just barely have a clue as to who the enemy is and what their motivation is. The whole game I knew NOTHING about them empire, their king or whatever plans they had. They were completely off screen the whole game. Which leads me into my next complaint.

The characters.

This is easily my second biggest problem with this game. A lot of people find that the cast in this game is the best thing about it. People find the Bros funny and witty with a lot of banter. I can somewhat agree with this. The cast is likeable and lighthearted which is a good contrast from XIII's moody cast.

Unfortunately a lot of this is ruined by just how one dimensional, corny, underdeveloped, stero typical and generally unimportant this ENTIRE cast is.

Look I'm gonna compare this cast to XIII and before I do so let me point out that I'm not trying to convince you that XIII'S cast is high art or that they are best written characters ever because tldr they're not and their actually pretty simple HOWEVER. Every character in XIII (save fang maybe) had an arc of sorts (and fang at least had a motivation) all the characters in that game have a problem (typically one that involves another party member) and they interact with each other to solve that problem and move on with the main one. You can argue just how "good" all the characters arcs were but none the less they were THERE and the characters did change. XIII had a lot of drama in the cast. Yes some of it was melodramatic and over the top but it was there and the characters eventually got over their differences and worked together so when they start throwing banter around in the second half it actually works considering all they went through previously.

Now back to XV's cast.

I'm not saying the cast needs to have drama between them or that they need to be fighting all the time or anything like that BUT you can't just have me go off the "oh we're just Bros to the end" without any real development or explanation. Why exactly are these guys friends? And what do they go through exactly? One of which is answered in the anime so it doesn't count to me and the other is just kinda non existent to me. During the main story I really struggle to remember scenes in which the party truly bond and have a moment with each other. The game is apparently portraying the plot through noctis perspective but he really don't get any good moments or arcs with any of the characters.

The only arc of sorts that I can imagine is the exchanges between noctis and gladious which in my opinion was some of the cringeworthy and forced scenes in the game. Noctis is trying his hardest to save everyone and deal with the hardships he's facing but gladious for no fucking reason is being a complete DICK to him. Everytime gladiolus opened his mouth I wanted to punch him or at least have noctis do it. Some have said that the reason for this is because gladiolus wants noctis to become a good king or whatever but unfortunately gladiolus doesn't say this until the very end so the entire game the player just thinks of him as an asshole.

And that's just one of many problems. Let's not even get onto promptos little "I was born in a lab" subplot that goes absolutely nowhere (at least in the main game)

And then the side characters.

I mean what's to even say about them? Their bland, unimportant, one note and show up only once. Aranea is the only good side character but unfortunately she shows up only twice and overall has no real relevance to the main story.

But yeah that's just XV's main plot.

A whole lotta nothing.

A lot of people even fans agree that the plot is the worst thing about the game but they say that it makes up for it with it's gameplay.

To that I also heavily disagree.

XV is a horrible story with mediocre gameplay.

First off I'm not gonna compare XV's gameplay to games previous in the franchise or even most Jrpg's in general as gameplay wise XV really shares nothing in common with them. XV is most comparable to an action game so I'm gonna compare it to games like dmc or bayonetta.

What's the end result?

It's shit.

Ok no let me backtrack some. I really wasn't expecting dmc or bayonetta levels of complexity or fluidity however at the same time I was also just expecting something competent. XV's battle system "works" and I mean that just as plainly as I write it. On first impression it looks cool and feels nice but as hrs start to pass you realize just how shallow, repetitive and poorly designed it is and can be.

Most if not all battles can be summed up to this.

*Warp strike and hold circle until you see an attack coming or have a button prompt*

*When hurt pull up the item list and use elixers*

Rinse and repeat.

The game never actually gets "harder" it just throws enemies with larger health sizes at you who can take you down in one hit if they're slightly higher a level than you.

And when the battle system isn't being boring it's bugging out. The camera is god awful half the time especially when in tight places, enemies rarely ever have proper attack patterns and just seem to attack at random making you just fucking give up on timing and just hold square infinitely.

Boss battles are no better if in fact just worse. Leviathan was just an absolute nightmare for me and ifrit was a well. The camera always got lost, the warp strike prompts were inconsistent ect. And if the battle wasn't infuriatingly broken then it was just boring case in point the final battle with ardyn.

Then we have the open world.

If this was what the sacrifice for the main story was then I'm sorry to say but it was most certainly NOT worth it.

The open world is visually appealing and on first impression pretty nice. However once you start really start "exploring" you realize just how boring and uninspired the whole thing really is. First of all the whole map in reality is just a giant circle with a highway connecting it all. Every area is just some boring fantasy locale you've seen in any Jrpg.

Grassy plain area, desert area, volcano area, beach area.

Wow this was really worth the wait I see.

It's wouldn't even be so boring if the games areas at least had some personality attached to them but nope. Not even a memorable tune is herd in this areas just plain ambiance which really doesn't work for this game.

The car was also a disapointment with it's on rails driving and what not only to look tacky and tacked on.

And...yeah.

That's just ffxv to me as a whole.

Just nothing.

#FFXV #final fantasy XV

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glaivenoct · 6 years

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Heroes Never Die Ch. 3

Chapter 3/3: The Safest Place

Words: 5184

(ao3)

its about damn time. sorry, friends

“Hey Noct, wanna go for a round of King’s Knight when you get your phone charged back up?”

Noctis yawns as he enters the Leville with Prompto. “Could use a nap first.”

“Dude, you were out for half the ride back from the tomb!”

“It wasn’t even a long drive. You think it’s enough for me to sleep off a whole day in that place?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Prompto grimaces. “So many flans… Ooh, I hope Gladio hasn’t beat me to the shower yet!”

Noctis chuckles, bumping shoulders with him as they head up the stairs. “You shouldn’t have let him and Ignis go on without us then.”

But Prompto was so eager to stop by one of the food carts when they got back to Lestallum. Some were offering free samples as it was, and none of them had a proper meal the day before. Noctis was more than happy to grab a sample with Prompto. He just didn’t realize they were in line at the skewer guy’s cart until he got up close.

The sign on the cart advertised Galahdian style skewers, but Noctis knew before a single bite that it wasn’t authentic. The spices he smelled while waiting in line weren’t quite right. They smelled like cheap substitutes that were similar enough to fool anyone who didn’t know better. It wasn’t terrible, but the meat didn’t sit well in his stomach. The kick of heat in his mouth was weak. The sauce was a bit too sweet, not enough sour.

Worst of all, it brought a familiar ache back to his heart.

Noctis could easily imagine arms snaking around his waist from behind. He could imagine being pulled close and smiling while Nyx whispered, “I’ll show you the true Galahdian way,” in his ear. The phrase came up now and again when Noctis started becoming exposed to the culture. It was only fitting when he determined Nyx would never be impressed with these skewers.

Prompto, not realizing the sign until the last second, asked if he was okay when they were halfway to the hotel. He wasn’t, but Noctis liked to believe that he could fool anyone with a front of perpetual drowsiness. Whether Prompto bought into it or not didn’t concern him too much.

For a whole day he managed to ignore everything by cutting down daemons left and right. A whole day he convinced himself everything wasn’t a mess through team work and friendly banter. Now he’s back to square one doing everything in his power not to break under the pressure of his “calling” as Cor called it. He was trying to push past his grief. He was trying not to lose hope like Ignis advised.

So far Noctis is finding it more difficult than ever to heed those words.

“We should go back later to check out the other food carts.” Prompto says when they reach the top of the stairs. “We haven’t tried those ones in the center of town. Maybe they’ll inspire new recipes for Iggy!”

“The market’s close too if he gets excited about it enough.”

“Exactly! Oh hey, speaking of…”

Noctis follow his stare down the hall, slowing in stride. Ignis is emerging from their room at the very end of it. Gladio’s right behind, huddling close to him and crossing his arms. He speaks in a hushed tone and raises one brow in concern. Ignis strokes his chin, contemplating while he replies. Noctis shares a suspicious look with Prompto.

“Is it me or is something up?”

Whatever it is, Noctis is already dreading it. He scowls and proceeds forward. “Better be another Nif base I can blow up.”

“Guys?” Ignis and Gladio jolt at Prompto’s voice and straighten as they approach.

“Took you two long enough.” Gladio’s tone is as teasing as Noct would expect, but he can tell there’s something hiding behind it. Something important.

“Everything alright?” Noctis is sure to make his suspicion clear.

“Yeah, fine. Just…” Gladio looks at Ignis like he’s expecting him to finish the sentence. The advisor stiffens and gives him a subtle, irritated look.

“What’s up, Specs?”

Ignis gives him his full attention but the silence makes Noctis feel the need to brace himself for bad news. The only thing he can take solace in is that the worst has already happened. No matter what it is, it can’t be worse than Insomnia. Ignis relaxes his shoulders and takes a deep breath, keeping his expression as unreadable as possible.

“You have a visitor.”

“A… visitor?”

“Yes, journeyed all the way from the Crown City.”

“Whoa,” Prompto interrupts, eyes wide. “A survivor?”

Ignis nods at Prompto. Noctis means to ask who this survivor is, but he can’t quite spit out the word. There’s a name on his tongue, a name he could think of mere minutes ago, but it’s lost to him as his heart beats faster and faster.

“One hell of a survivor.” Gladio wears a blatant smirk and cocks his head to door. “Guy’s pretty eager to see you, Noct. He’s waiting inside. You should go say hi.”

The thoughts are rushing into Noct’s brain faster than he can process. He blinks and looks to Ignis for reassurance. Ignis would never let him get his hopes up for nothing, right? He gets nothing but another nod. Face still unreadable. Lips pulled together tight in secrecy. It’s an answer in itself… but Noctis isn’t ready to give into his hopes just yet.

He nearly stumbles when he slips past his friends. The door is already cracked open when he reaches it, so he enters inside without a sound. He can’t shake the sudden nausea building in his gut.

The visitor waits ahead, oblivious to his presence and leaning over the balcony to stare out at the plaza. Noctis freezes at the sight of him, nausea turning into something akin to butterflies.

The uniform—it’s not the coat with the distinct fur and purple ribbons, but it’s the uniform. His uniform. His hair. Him. It must be. Noct’s breath catches in his throat, voice failing him. All he can think about is the nightmares that have plagued him recently. He can’t give in to another illusion. He can’t melt into the safety of those arms just to get ripped away from them in another second. He needs this to be real.

Noctis shuts the door behind him and the click of it makes the man whirl around. His heart stops.

The scars on Nyx’s face stagger him before he concludes that his mind isn’t playing tricks on him. They’re eerily reminiscent of one of the nightmares and, for a second, he expects fire to engulf everything around him. Nyx cracks a smile and huffs in relief instead, reviving Noctis’ heart so it can dance in his chest.

“Hey,” he says. His eyes look tired, but his smile stretches enough to reach them. “Kept you waiting there, didn’t I?”

Noctis takes a cautious step forward, lips parting.

“So… should I run to you or do you want the honors? You can warp if you want. I’ll catch you.”

But Noctis’ legs move before he thinks to pull a weapon from his arsenal. He’s almost running the short distance between them and Nyx meets him halfway with open arms. In one swift move, Nyx is stumbling as he lifts him off the floor. Noctis steadies them by wrapping his legs around his waist.

Nyx presses his face into Noct’s neck, laughing and embracing hard enough to bruise. It’s never felt more right. Nothing’s felt this right or real in days and it makes Noctis coil himself around the glaive even more. He locks his arms around the back of his neck, fingers tangling into hair to find familiar braids.

Tears prickle at his eyes and blur his vision as Nyx sways in place, slow and from side to side. Noctis is shaking, but Nyx is the right amount of warm to thaw the tension out of him. If he could hold onto him like this forever, he would. He’d never let go and he’d never feel so hopeless and afraid again.

When he’s eased down to his feet, he cups Nyx’s face to trace over the white scars with his thumbs.

“I thought…” The tears start to fall and the only thing that can stop them is Nyx’s fingers wiping them away. “I thought –”

“I know. I thought I was too for a moment back there.”

“Cor said a lot of glaives were dead… and that Drautos was unaccounted for. I called... When you didn’t answer I thought something might’ve happened to your phone. I didn’t want to think you were- that you…” he shakes his head. “I hated it. I hated not knowing and –”

And Noctis is losing control of his own breath the more he rambles. Nyx leans towards him with a sad smile, resting their foreheads together.

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m here, little prince. I’m right here.”

There was love behind each precious affirmation as they left his mouth. Noctis could feel it as much as he could hear it. He exhales, bowing his head while his teeth clench behind quivering lips. Then Nyx is propping a finger under his chin, tilting his attention back up. He’s smirking this time.

“How ‘bout a kiss to make it all better?”

“Please.”

One tug of a shirt and they’re lost in each other in no time. Noctis presses his lips more insistently with each kiss, urging Nyx not to hold back. He’s longed so much for this for the past week and he has no intentions of being subtle about it. Once Nyx catches on, he’s picking up the pace and Noctis is accepting his fervent kisses with frantic need.

He doesn’t realize he’s backing Nyx towards the bed. Not until the back of his legs hit the edge of it. They’re topple into the mattress, Nyx breaking Noct’s fall for him with a simultaneous yelp.

“Shit,” he laughs. “Missed me that much, huh?”

Noctis eyes fall closed, a single tear trickling down. He trembles with silent laughter as he lays his forehead on Nyx’s shoulder. “I thought you were dead, idiot. Dead. What the hell do you think?”

“I think I missed you too… a lot. And that I need another kiss. Quick, my life depends on it.

“Is that so?”

“Sometimes heroes need saving too, y’know.”

“Well when you put it like that…” Noctis dips down to grant his hero one deep, languid kiss.

“Gods, I missed that. I missed you.”

“Missed you too, hero. More than you know...” When Noctis notices Nyx’s scars again, the questions begin surfacing past the happy fog of their respite. “Nyx… what happened? I know the gist of everything but… what happened to you?”

Nyx remains grimly quiet, avoiding his worried stare. Noctis can see the exhaustion coming back into his eyes, can feel him tensing. He should’ve let the relief last longer because there’s no doubt Nyx went through hell. To survive that and to journey all the way here on his own… He should’ve given it more time. The second Noct’s ready to change the subject, Nyx is propping himself on his shoulders and pushing to sit up with a pained grunt.

“Are you hurt?” Noct asks, rising with him in his lap.

“Nothing I can’t sleep off. As for the city…” he takes Noct’s hand into his. “Almost feels like it happened to someone else.”

“You don’t have to talk about it. I shouldn’t have asked so soon. I –”

“No, no. It’s okay. I want to tell you what happened. I just…”

There’s a haunted look lingering in Nyx’s eyes, something he doesn’t seem ready to say aloud yet. Noctis squeezes his hand for encouragement and tilts his head at him. He’s given a weak smile before those arms wrap around him again. He understands it as soon as he’s brought close and feels fingers digging into his shoulders.

They just need this moment a little longer. After almost losing it, they need to soak in each other’s presence. Ignore everything else outside of them like before. Cherish the opportunity to touch, kiss and hold.

Noctis rests his head on Nyx’s shoulder, closes his eyes and hangs onto him for dear life.

Nyx dreamt of a moment like this back Hammerhead, but nothing compares to the real thing. They lie snuggled under the covers, Noctis’ head on his bare chest, ear pressed over his heart to listen to it beat. Here in the quiet of the cozy night, things feel a little more normal.

It was after his shower and during a meal that he was reacquainted with Ignis and Gladio. He was introduced to Prompto, too, and everything was much less awkward than Nyx anticipated. They welcomed him with kindness, hospitality, and some occasional stammering from Prompto. Nyx figured that last part wasn’t out of the ordinary given the stories he’s heard from Noct.

He was mostly relieved he wasn’t the one that had to explain a year of secrecy to the three. Not that it needed much explaining, but Nyx noticed them watching him closely as he spoke about his journey to Hammerhead. It never seemed hostile. Rather, curious, and he was quick to decide that it was fair. He could tell they were sitting on a thousand questions.

There was plenty of time for them to be answered and for them to get to know him better. There were more pressing things on his mind at the time, though. Like telling Noctis about the city.

He waited until they retired to a separate room for the night. Even then it was hard to get past the initial giddiness of crawling under the covers together. They could hardly manage to keep their hands and lips to themselves for five minutes.

When they settled down, Nyx told him everything short of putting the ring on. Even hearing it recounted from his own mouth, some things still made little sense to him. It made talking about the friends he lost hurt more. It made him angrier about the betrayal when he mentioned the reasons Luche and Drautos gave him for it. The only thing that kept him from losing it altogether was how tight Noctis held his hand through it all.

“I’m sorry,” he’d whisper against Nyx’s knuckles. “I’m so sorry…”

Their roles gradually switched when Noctis asked about his father. Once Nyx heard that first shaky exhale, he secured his arms around Noct completely and let him cry. Between snivels and hiccups, it was Nyx’s turn to whisper sympathies to him. With each one, Noctis would only bury himself farther from the world and further into him. All he could do was make sure he felt safe in his mourning.

“It’ll be okay, Noct,” Nyx said when once the sobbing subsided, “but when it’s not, I’ll be right here. I promise.”

They’ve been in a comfortable silence since then. With the hardest parts being over for now, Noctis’ breathing is normal, he isn’t trembling, and there’s no more tears wetting Nyx’s skin.

“So how long before your friends give me The Talk?”

“The what?”

“The Talk. The one where they pull me aside and politely tell me they’ll bury me where no one will find me if I ever do anything to hurt you.”

Noctis chuckles sleepily. “Dunno. I just hope they don’t intimidate you the way my dad did.”

“No one will ever intimidate me like your dad did. In fact, I’m having intense flashbacks as we speak so we should drop this subject immediately.”

Noct’s laughter vibrates against Nyx’s skin and it’s the sweetest sound to his ears. It’s the gracious remedy to his tired soul, keeping him sane and distracting him from the ache of his muscles.

Noctis lifts his head and props his chin on Nyx’s chest, curling closer to him. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy from crying earlier, but they’re searching Nyx’s aimlessly. Tentative fingers reach for the marred skin on his face, touching light as a feather.

“Do these scars make me look hideous or what?”

“No. I think you look like a hero. A rugged, handsome hero.”

“So I don’t need to wear a bag over my head whenever I go out in public with you?” He laughs when Noctis smacks his shoulder. “Ow! Babe, I’m still sore.”

“Shit, sorry! I’m so sorry.”

Nyx chuckles, tugging him closer till their faces are inches apart. “Don’t worry. I’m sure it’s nothing a little kiss couldn’t fix.”

“How long are you going to milk that line?”

“As long as I can. I did almost die, after all.”

Noctis sighs, laying soft kisses to Nyx’s shoulder, neck and cheek. “Don’t remind me. Do remind me to call Cindy tomorrow and thank her for helping you out.”

“Mm, remind me to call Libertus.”

“You think he’s still with Luna?”

“I don’t know. If he’s not, we know where she’ll be waiting.” He frowns. “Ooh… how disrespectful is it to bring your secret boyfriend to your wedding?”

It’s meant to be a joke, but the way those brows crease in deep thought make him regret bringing it up. The word seems to startle Noct, as if he’s forgotten that the wedding’s been the reason for this trip all along.

“This wedding was a political branch for peace, but that treaty never got signed.” His brow remains creased, but a newfound resolve fills those pretty blues. “Nifilheim destroyed my home. They sent their spy to kill my father and they stole the crystal. As far as I’m concerned, that means the wedding’s off.”

There’s no sorrow left in Noctis’ voice. No tears left to build in the corners of his eyes. He was so apologetic that first night they talked about the wedding… so unnerved and torn in his emotions. A significant change to the bitterness in him now.

“Wow… you sound serious.”

“I am serious. They took everything from me, Nyx. Luna too. She and I deserve to choose love on our own… and I choose you.”

“Noct…” Nyx blinks, but Noctis grabs his face before he can say anything else, claiming his lips.

“I love you,” Noct runs his thumbs over the scars again. “I love you and I don’t care what anyone says or expects from me. I love you.”

It’s the first time either of them uttered the phrase today, but the sentiment’s been an unspoken presence since the second Noctis jumped into his arms. Even so, there’s a flutter in Nyx’s chest like it’s the first time he’s heard it all over again.

“Love you too,” he smiles and claims his lips right back. “Love you too…” and again. “Love you too.” And again.

For the first time in days, Noctis goes to sleep feeling safe. It’s the sound of Nyx’s steady breathing that helps lull him there. It’s the strong beat of a heart that drives away the irrational doubts. His dreams don’t taunt him with illusions morphing into nightmares. It’s the best rest he’s gotten in a while.

Yet, a couple hours later, he rouses with the distant feeling that something’s wrong. His eyelids flutter, but he can’t even open them halfway. When he’s conscious enough to register the ragged breathing next to him, they open fully. The breathing stops, and Noctis ponders for a moment if he imagined it.

But then it starts again. It’s louder than before and Noct realizes it’s a bit too hot underneath the covers. The memory of fire floods his mind along with the agonizing scream of “Please! Noctis please!”

Noctis is wide awake, sitting up and turning the other way. Nyx is on his back, a sheen of sweat over his neck and forehead as he whimpers between his breaths.

“Nyx?” He grips his shoulder to try and shake him awake. “Nyx, hey! Wake up, hero! Wake up.” The only reactions he gets are groans and the pained twisting of features amid restless writhing. “Nyx –”

“No!” Nyx sits up so fast it’s startling. His chest heaves erratically, eyes expanded in fear, tears streaming down his cheeks. “No… no…”

“Nyx?” He says it softly, but it still makes him flinch. He scoots forward and reaches for his hand. “Hey, breathe. Breathe. It was just a dream, okay? You’re here with me in Lestallum. You travelled a long way to get here, remember? Whatever you saw doesn’t matter because you’re safe. We both are.”

Nyx’s breaths slow with every word. His teary eyes are fixed on Noct like he’s waiting for something to go wrong, but when it doesn’t, he exhales. The distraught look on his face eases away little by little, and soon he’s lowering his head, squeezing Noct’s hand so hard it almost hurts.

Nightmares were a common enemy between them, but it’s been a long time since Noctis has seen Nyx suffer from one this intense. He’s seen it twice, at least, but he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him so terrified before.

Nyx sniffles and covers his face with a hand to rub at his temples. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Hey, we have a rule. No apologizing for nightmares.” He moves until he’s flush against Nyx’s side, nudging him with his shoulder. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Just go back to sleep, Noct.”

“I can’t until I hear the word no.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“That’s not a no.”

Nyx’s sighs, revealing red rimmed eyes when he lowers his hand. Noctis gives him all the time he needs to consider the offer. Despite nightmares being a common enemy, they didn’t always talk about them. Sometimes they put on cheesy movies instead or talked about the simplest things until neither of them could keep their eyes open. Sometimes they didn’t talk at all. One time they even slow danced in Nyx’s apartment to the chirp of crickets.

Other times they talked about their fears and daemons until the sun rose. They did it the first time Nyx experienced a nightmare like this, and Noct’s prepared to do it all over again if he must.

“I died.” The raspy confession makes his heart sink.

“What?”

Nyx looks away, down to their locked hands and shakes his head. “I was back in the city. Everything was going to hell all over again and I was helpless. I couldn’t save anyone. Not even Libertus or Lunafreya…” he gives Noct’s hand another squeeze. “And then I heard you. You were calling out to me for help, so I ran all the way to Citadel.”

Noctis can see it in his face when their eyes meet again. The worst part’s coming. Nyx takes a deep breath.

“You were at the top of the steps and you looked hurt. I ran as fast as I could, but you kept getting further away…” his voice grows tight. “And then this voice boomed around me. It said that I needed to pay the price. That I needed to burn…” he almost chokes on the word, “and I did. I was on fire and you were screaming… it was the last thing I heard before I woke up.”

“Nyx…”

“I died.”

“No, you didn’t. That wasn’t real.”

“I could feel it! I could… feel myself dying!”

Meanwhile Noctis is certain he can feel his heart breaking. He moves so he sits directly in front of Nyx, taking both hands into his own, looking deep into those pale blues.

Nyx grits his teeth and lowers his head, huffing through his tears. “I didn’t want to leave you behind…”

Noctis leans forward to press a kiss against his sweaty forehead. “Look at me, babe. You didn’t leave me. You went through hell, but you came back to me.” He cradles Nyx’s cheek with his palm. “Feel this? This is real. You’re here. You’re alive and with me. I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it.”

This time Noctis is the one wrapping his arms around Nyx, pulling him close and letting a weary head drop on his shoulder. In no time, Nyx is unraveling in his arms, muffling broken noises into his shirt. Noctis guides him to lie back down and cards fingers through mussed strands of hair.

He loves and comforts him till there’s no tears left to shed. Nyx did the same when the subject of his father came up, and now it’s Noctis’ turn to do the same. By the time Nyx is calming down, he appears to be half asleep. His face isn’t hidden away. He’s not sniffling or hyperventilating. He looks peaceful curled up next to him.

Noctis notices a braid tucked behind his ear that should’ve been taken out before bed. He takes great care in undoing it, setting aside the cord entwined in it once he’s done. He then lies flat on his back and checks on Nyx one last time before he tries to sleep.

“Rest, hero. I’ll be right here.”

Nyx makes the softest noise but doesn’t stir.

The sun peeks through the balcony’s shutter doors, casting patches of light throughout the room. In the fragile grasp of consciousness, Nyx can hear birds cooing at each other outside and the faint patter of footsteps down the hall. He opens his eyes slowly, blinking through the glare of sunlight in his line of vision.

He takes a deep breath when he’s fully awake. If he wasn’t so lazy, he’d get up and open the balcony doors to see the sky. He’d soak in the beauty of it, clear, crisp and blue opposed to the dreary smog that surrounded him for days. He never did get the chance to appreciate it after he got after the city. He was too busy sweating, and aching, and coping with the aftermath of Insomnia. All that mattered then was getting back to Noct.

Noct.

He turns his head to the warm body next to him. Noctis is sound asleep, facing him with arms tucked under his head. His still features are highlighted under the light of morning, exposing him for all that he is: Captivating. The sweetest tranquility. The safest place no matter how many times that face threatened to make his heart erupt. Nyx smiles. He didn’t need to look at the sky just yet. He had all the beauty to appreciate right here.

He didn’t dream again after his nightmare last night. He doesn’t even remember when he fell back asleep. All he remembers is the tears and a comforting hand playing with his hair. Noctis gave him the exact sense of security Nyx always strived to give him. Gods, he didn’t realize how much he missed it.

Nyx brushes Noctis’ fringe aside for a moment, paying close attention as the shadows near his eyes and the bridge of his nose disappear. He’s picture perfect and Nyx is a little mad he doesn’t have his phone on him.

Right when he considers borrowing the phone on the nightstand, Nyx catches a flicker of those pretty blues. He draws his hands back, fighting a chuckle when Noctis flinches at his own hair tickling his skin. The prince groans his way into consciousness, glaring at Nyx between his rapid blinking. It’s incredibly adorable.

“Aw, you’re usually such a heavy sleeper. What the hell?”

Noctis squints at him. “Is there a reason you’re touching my face?”

“Does there need to be? It’s a nice face. Dare I say gorgeous. Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

“Shut up.” Noctis hides his face in his arms, concealing what Nyx is sure is a cherry blush and a bashful grin.

“Hey,” he whispers, invading his personal space to nip at his jaw and ear. He persists more when Noctis tries squirming away from him. “Hey, psst!”

“What?!” Noct reveals his face again.

“Morning.” Nyx turns his giggles into happy hums by cupping his face and showering him with sweet, short kisses.

“Morning.” Noctis gives him dreamy smile, eyes still fighting the fuzziness of sleep. “Missed waking up to that.”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about it on the way to Hammerhead. This is all I wanted to come back to.”

“I’m glad you did. Don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t…”

“Lucky for us…” Nyx tucks the hair framing his cheek behind his ear, “we don’t have to think about that. This is all that matters, right?”

Noctis is smiling again, grabbing his wrist before he pulls it away. He presses the back of the palm against his chest. “Yeah, it is. Feeling better today?”

“Much. Everything might still be a mess, but…” he nods. “I’ll be okay. Thanks, Noct.” The kiss to his fingers prompts Nyx to use his other arm to hug Noctis against his chest. “So, what are we doing today?”

“Gotta talk to the guys,” he says, tucking his head under Nyx’s chin. “What time is it? I’m used to ignoring Ignis’ alarm at an ungodly hour.”

Nyx reaches for Noctis’ phone on the nightstand. “It’s almost ten.”

“What?” Noctis lifts his head. “No texts or missed calls? No one knocked on the door?”

“Pretty sure I would’ve heard someone knock. Maybe your friends are being considerate in light of me, well, not being dead.”

“Huh… if that’s true, we might have another hour to kill before someone comes to check on us.”

“Oh really?” Nyx smirks playfully and rolls on top of him. “Do you have any idea how many times I could kiss you in an hour?”

Noctis’ eyes light up with glee and desire, stirring something in Nyx when he bites his lower lip. “Why don’t you show me, hero?”

And Nyx does with undying fervor, feeling more alive than ever in recent days. It’s never been clearer to him than in this moment—this is where he’s meant to be. Not buried under the rubble of Insomnia. Not disintegrating under the break of dawn. He’s only meant to be here, kissing Noctis breathless every morning before they faced the world together. He’d never lose sight of that again.

Every content noise out of Noctis’ mouth elates him, makes him feel lighter and lighter until part of him wonders if they’ve drifted off to another universe. He puts his love into each wandering kiss, muttering sweet nothings against Noctis’ skin to make him shiver. When Nyx finds his way back to his lips, he pauses.

“What?” Noctis asks, using the opportunity to catch his breath. His eyes are curious and beautiful.

Nyx takes hold of his wrist, laying it against the pillows, lacing their hands together. “Just thinking about how lucky I am… how much I love this this… how much I love you.”

“Getting sappy on me again, Ulric?”

“You love it.”

“I do…” Noctis smiles, “and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Me either, little prince.” Nyx nuzzles the scruff of his beard against Noctis’ neck – just the way he knows he likes it – before meeting his lips again with a tender kiss. “Me either.”

#nyxnoct #noctis lucis caelum #nyx ulric #author entries: fics #*claws own face off* this chapter fought me friends but i powered through

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Hunt or be hunted

A/N: This is my gift for @akiko-natsuko for the FFXV Secret Santa organised by @the-gift-of-ffxv

I am so sorry that it’s so late. I wanted to post it last Wednesday, but got in a car accident and only got out of the hospital a few hours ago.

Originally, I went and worked with the prompt “Ignoct Angst” but I was not happy with how that one turned out so I scrapped everything one day before the original deadline and decided to work with the prompt “Injured Noctis” instead. This probably isn’t what you were expecting, but I still hope you’ll enjoy and like it! Anyway, let’s go ~

Word count: 3858

Pairings: none

This was it. Everything inside his body seemed to ache, his muscles screamed with a soaring violence he had never felt and experienced before. The pain became too much for him to bear and he felt as if life’s gentle touch was leaving his mortal body.

He was dying.

Noctis Lucis Caelum, heir to the Lucian throne, was dying.

It happened on a day just like any other day of their journey. Noctis and his Royal retinue were cruising in the ever-shining Regalia—Ignis behind its wheel as usual— along the blue sea towards the green mountain hills of Duscae. They were on their way from Cape Caem back to Hammerhead after running an errand for Cindy and they made a few stops now and then to fuel up the car and their growling stomachs.

After Ignis brought the car to a halt at the Taelpar Rest Area, Prompto almost jumped out of the car as fast as lightning and began running towards the local diner. “Guys, let’s hit up the Crow’s Nest! I’m starving,” the blonde called after his three companions behind him before he disappeared behind the door of the diner in question.

Noctis got out of the car, a little perplexed, and Ignis and Gladio followed him suit. The young prince looked after where Prompto had been moments before, an astonished look on his face. “Didn’t Iris made him an entire stacked ham sandwich back at Caem and almost swallowed the entire thing whole before we left? That was like… not even two hours ago?” he inquired.

“Indeed, he did. But you know Prompto, his appetite is insatiable,” Ignis chided in with the ghost of a smile on his face.

“I rather think that the kid’s got a black hole in his stomach,” Gladio said followed by a hearty laugh.

Noctis laughed with him as they walked over to the diner as well, “Yeah, I guess.”

As they walked into the diner Prompto already sat on the counter and enjoyed a Jetty’s soda. The waiter looked at Noctis, Ignis and Gladio with a worried look on his face before a slight sigh crossed his lips. “I’m sorry boys, but I’m afraid if you’re here for more than a Jetty’s there won’t be much that I can do for you. Our deliveries have been held up by a bunch of coeurls on a rampage somewhere around Secallum Pass. Real nasties those ones, they’ve been making trouble for weeks now.”

Ignis and Gladio exchanged a knowing look with each other, they knew what was about to come.

“Why don’t we take care of it?” the young prince suggested, his interest clearly piqued, and behind him Ignis and Gladio sighed concurrently as each of their shoulders slumped down a bit in knowing defeat.

“Noct, would you perhaps consider that we have to– “, the advisor began, but was quickly interrupted by Prompto. “I think that’s a great idea. Yeah, let’s do it!” the young blonde shouted enthusiastically, his hunger seemingly forgotten. The waiter’s face lighted up and he seemed utterly grateful towards the quartet that waltzed into his diner mere moments ago, “Thank you, boys, truly. Of course there’ll be some compensation for you. But please, be careful out there. As far as I know it’s a pack of six coeurls, so don’t underestimate them.”

“Alright, consider it done. They are no problem for us, right guys?” Noctis exclaimed boisterously before leaving the diner with quick and determined strides.

“Thank you for you concern.” Ignis thanked the man as Prompto ran after Noctis out of the diner towards the Regalia. The young adviser let out an exasperated sigh which earned him a pat on the shoulder from Gladio.

“You know how he is,” The tall man laughed before his expression turned into a more serious one. “Six coeurls is a lot of work though, don’t you think we should sit this one out, Iggy?”

“Indeed, I do, but try and explain that to them.” He put a lot of emphasis on the last word while pointing an accusing finger into Noctis and Prompto’s direction.

“You’re the driver, though. You could just drive to Hammerhead and the other two probably wouldn’t notice until we’re two miles from Hammerhead.”

“Yes, I could, but I’m afraid the deal has been made. The people around here expect us to take care of the menace as Noctis took it upon himself that they ‘consider it done’. I don’t believe we have much of a choice now unless we want to bring shame unto the name of the Crown,” Ignis explained while pushing up his glasses with his index finger.

“Well, I guess you’re right,” Gladio admitted while scratching the back of his neck. A small smile spread on the adviser’s lips. “Are you surprised?” he asked in a smug tone before heading out of the diner and towards the Regalia himself, Gladio following suit.

Ignis opened the door to the driver’s seat but before he got inside the car he mustered Noctis with a thoughtful look. “Are you sure about this, Noct? Don’t you think we should prepare a bit more, perhaps buy some more curatives?”

“Nah, we still have some Phoenix Downs and elixirs, we’ll be fine.”

“If you say so,” Ignis sighed as he got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The Regalia came to life with a steady and purring sound of the engine and softly began to move away from the parking lot of the outpost.

“The target marked on the map is not far from here. We should reach it in less than fifteen minutes,” Ignis explained while accelerating the car to a decent speed. All the answer he got were simple hums of agreement coming from the backseat. Occasionally, without losing his focus on the road, Ignis eyed Noctis in the rear-view mirror to make sure he was still awake and wouldn’t fall asleep in the short time until their destination.

He would never openly admit it, but in the past the prince’s advisor might or might not have tried to wake up his liege by hitting the brakes of the Regalia just a tad too harsh. Whether he succeeded or not, he usually earned some surprised and questioning looks from the other two passengers in the vehicle, which he quickly dismissed by muttering a simple “Apologies”.

But right now, Ignis wanted that Noctis focused completely on the task at hand, so he made sure that Noctis wouldn’t even doze off in the first place. Gladio was right, six coeurls at once were not to be taken lightly. In the back of his mind the adviser and strategist already recalled all the information on coeurls he could remember. Quick and agile, wield lethal lightning attacks summoned and carried out with their whiskers, weak to fire and ice, even more dangerous and ferocious when in packs –

Ignis’s thoughts were interrupted by the sudden burst of music coming from the Regalia’s speakers, an interruption to which Prompto was the most likely cause, he figured. Ignis shot the young blonde a brief disapproving side-glare before turning the radio off again. “Prompto, this certainly is not the right time for blasting music off into the sky like this. We do not need to attract unnecessary attention and, truth be told, at the moment I’m not sure which one would be worse to attract – the one of the coeurl pack hiding somewhere in these hills,” his gaze wandered from the road to quickly scan the woods to their sides and then the sky above their heads, “or of the magitek engines still roaming the skies to look for us.”

Prompto scratched the back of his head apologetically. “Sorry, Iggy, just wanted to listen to something. It was so quiet, you know? Not that I’m nervous or something, heh heh.”

“It’s alright, kid. No need to worry, we got this,” Gladio tried to encourage the young blonde while meeting Ignis’s gaze in the rear-view mirror. They both knew it wouldn’t be an easy fight and that they needed to be extremely careful, but it was of utmost importance that all four of them went into battle relatively clearheaded.

After another five minutes they finally reached the parking spot within the Secallum Pass. Ignis brought the Regalia once again to a halt and signalled the others to tread carefully from now on, “Try to keep the noise to a minimum. Coeurls are extremely ferocious animals and have very precise hearing. Best to not attract their attention too soon.”

“Yeah, Iggy. We got it.” Noct merely rolled his eyes and got lazily out of the car. He shut the door as quietly as he could, so did the others. The young prince looked up and down the road to check if there were any other vehicles around, before he treaded across it to the other side where the forest on the green hills stretched out and signalled the others to follow him. They all were focussing very carefully on everything around them, especially Ignis. As they proceeded with quiet and attentive steps the strategist scanned the area for every possible trace of the felines, footprints, scratch marks, remains of prey, he even listened closely to every little sound. The birds around them were chirping every now and then, he could hear the breeze rustling lightly through the grass, the bushes and the trees. And then he suddenly stopped in his tracks, earning confused looks from his travel companions. Ignis held up his hand to signal them to remain still, “Wait, I think I heard them.”

He did not only think so, he was sure of it. He heard the growls of coeurls in the distance, he wasn’t sure how many exactly, but it had to be at least three.

Noctis, Prompto and Gladio silently summoned their weapons into their hands, shining white and blue crystals lit up the air around them very briefly and they all squatted down. In that position they tried to proceed further. Their figures were hardly covered by the tall grass around them, but at this point they had to try everything to remain hidden. If the coeurls were to spot them first the retinue would be in dire trouble. Each of their steps were placed very carefully, so they didn’t accidentally step on a twig or make any other unnecessary noises that could attract the coeurls attention. After they made it a few feet deeper into the woods, Ignis raised his arm to stop the others. “There they are, careful now.”

“So, how we’re gonna do it?” Noctis whispered, trying to make out any possible warp-spots. Even though the young prince was still taking the whole situation quite relaxed he knew they couldn’t just barge into this without deeper thought.

“Coeurls are weak to fire and ice, aren’t they?” Gladio asked Ignis, who, in response, nodded silently while simulating possible strategies in his mind.

“Well, good thing I have these,” Noctis muttered and summoned a magic flask in each of his hands. “Ready?”

The young prince was about to throw one of the flasks at the coeurls but stopped in his tracks as Ignis grabbed his wrist in a firm grip. “Not yet,” the prince’s adviser mumbled, his gaze locked onto the three coeurls not even thirty feet away from them.

“What? Why not?” Noctis whispered defiantly.

“Look closely, Noct. What do you see?”

“A bunch of coeurls, Iggy. Now please, let’s get this over—”

“It’s only three of them,” Prompto chided in, his eyes wide and the grip around his gun tightening.

“Exactly. Yet, if I remember correctly, there should be six. If we attack now, the missing three might attack us unexpectedly. We mustn’t take the risk,” the strategist explained, keeping his voice low while his gaze rapidly wandered between the three coeurls to miss not a single one of their movements as he slowly loosened his grip around his liege’s wrist.

“I’m with Iggy on this one. Let’s wait here until the other three come along. Then we attack,” Gladio mumbled. Noctis let a disarmed groan pass his lips as the others nodded in agreement.

Noctis has never been the most patient person, so when the four of them sat around in the high grass, waiting for the remaining three coeurls to magically appear, it didn’t take him too long before he snapped. He summoned the magic flasks back into his hands, feeling the warm glow tingling in his palms. “This is ridiculous. It’s just a bunch of coeurls, we can take them on easily,” he stated as he began to rise, locking his eyes onto the roaming coeurls.

“Noct, no—” Ignis wanted to stop him again, but Noctis was already aiming his flasks right at the coeurls and threw them one after another. They shattered when they made contact with the ground and the elemental energy within was released and exploded into a huge firestorm that engulfed the entire area. The coeurls whined and ran around in pain as the trees, bushes and grass around them began to singe, as well as their fur. One coeurl was running straight towards where Noctis, Ignis, Gladio and Prompto were hiding and when it sighted them the animal bared its teeth with a dangerous growl and its whiskers began to sizzle with electric particles.

“Here they come, weapons at the ready, boys,” Gladio ordered as he got up, broadsword over his shoulders and a large shield in his other hand, and stood before the others to protect them.

“Got you, big guy,” Prompto chimed in, his revolvers already sending off shot after shot. The other coeurls now spotted the boys as well, ready to charge at them together. Noctis warped towards one of the coeurls, cutting off one of its whiskers in the process. The animal howled in pain and tried to hit him with a swipe of its paw but Noctis took a step back just in time.

In the meantime, the missing coeurls appeared from behind the burning bushes. They spotted Noctis first and all began running towards him.

“Uhhh—” the young prince knew he was in trouble, so he acted quickly and threw his sword into the trunk of one of the higher trees around the area and warped to the spot only the fraction of a second later. He looked at the battle scene beneath him.

Gladio still fended off the three coeurls from before with his shield while Prompto stood a few steps away from him and tried to make every one of his shots count. Ignis opted to throw his fire-induced daggers one by one at the felines to summon them back into his hands once he hit them. But now, with the other three coeurls on the field, they barely stood a chance. Noctis warped onto a nearby rock to gain some highground, but he wasn’t sure what he should do now.

“Ignis, instructions!”

The adviser and strategist looked around, analysing every movement of the coeurls around him. His mind was racing. If each of them continued fighting the coeurls alone they would be able to hold them off for a while but, in the long run, they wouldn’t defeat any of them. They had to work together to get rid of at least one of the beasts. Perhaps there might be a way to get rid of all of them at once… Ignis thought.

“Alright, everyone, form up! We need to herd them together!” he shouted as an idea formed in his mind. He replaced one of his daggers with another magic flask, this time filled with a powerful ice spell.

Noctis, Gladio and Prompto gave Ignis a brief nod before they scattered through the field and began circling the coeurls, fending off their attacks and forcing the creatures to back away from them until they finally found themselves in the middle of the field. Prompto summoned his revolvers away to replace them with a heavy machinery weapon. He aimed at the middle of where the coeurls huddled around and shot a gravity well sphere right at them to bundle them together so none of the creatures could flee. Ignis then was quick to react and threw his magic flask right after, releasing a huge ice storm around them which froze the coeurls into place and making the felines an easy target.

“Now everyone at once!”

Each of the four men unleashed their entire arsenal of attacks on the coeurls and one by one the beasts fell to the ground like flies.

Prompto, who was breathing quite heavily, let himself fall down on his knees, “Whew, that took everything we had.”

“Yeah, but you should proud you gave it your all. You did good, kid,” Gladio encouraged him as he helped the young blonde back up.

“Guys, next time I have the great idea of fighting six coeurls at once,” Noctis began and wiped the sweat off underneath his bangs, “Just punch me in the face, okay?”

They all laughed and began to make their way to the Regalia. But right before they left the field of battle behind them, Prompto let out a loud squeak and they all stopped.

“Ohhhh, look at it! It’s so tiny and cute!” he cooed excitedly and pointed with his outstretched finger at a little creature behind them. The other three turned their heads to look at what Prompto was talking about. From the bushes another coeurl appeared, but it was the size of a normal house cat.

“I’ve never seen a coeurl baby before,” Noctis mused. His curiosity got the better of him and he began to approach the small creature with careful steps.

“Noct, it might be a young but that doesn’t mean it’s not just as lethal as a grown one. Also, might I remind you that we probably just killed its parents?” Ignis scolded his liege, earning him a shocked gasp from Prompto.

“Iggy, you can’t say stuff like that! Although, I guess you’re probably right,” Prompto had to admit to himself.

Noctis merely shrugged and kept approaching the coeurl kitten. “Oh, come on Iggy, look at it. How dangerous can this little guy be?” the young prince said as he crouched down and held out his palm. The little coeurl began sniffing Noctis’s hand before he rubbed his head into it. The prince began to gently rub its forehead and scratch it behind its ears, earning him some purrs from the creature in front of him.

“Oh. Em. Gee. This is so adorable!” Prompto squealed and took out his camera to take a few shots of this golden photo op. Ignis and Gladio just stood there, rolling their eyes and sighing, although with the ghost of a smile on their faces.

“Like a kid in a toy shop,” Gladio laughed with his arms crossed and Ignis just responded with a simple “Indeed”.

As Prompto was taking his shots an idea for another photo op popped into his mind, “Oh, oh, oh! Try and hold out your hand, so it gives you its paw! That would be sooo cute!”

Noctis hummed in agreement and pulled back his hand from the coeurl’s head to hold it out right in front of him. The coeurl looked up at the young prince, almost as if to ask what he wants, and then looked down at his out-stretched hand. Instead of raising its paw the coeurl swirled its whiskers around and put them into the prince’s palm before he or any of the other three could react.

The electricity that suddenly ran through Noctis’s body rendered him completely immobile. He couldn’t move a single muscle and his entire body felt as if it was on fire. The pain was so immense that he couldn’t hear the shouts of his comrades or see their shocked and worried faces. The coeurl ran away panic-stricken as soon as it saw the three Crownsguard running towards their prince. Noctis didn’t feel how Prompto tried to shake him back into consciousness or how Ignis crushed a few potions in his palms. He only felt how every cell, every fibre of his body was on fire, everything was screaming inside his mind and he was sure that this was it. This is what dying felt like. He was sure that he would never wake up again, even more so as he saw a soft light in his mind’s eye. He tried to reach out for it, but it seemed so far away, yet so close.

“Hey, I think sleeping beauty over here is waking up.” Noctis could hear a familiar voice say, followed by the sound of feet shuffling through a room. He slowly tried to open his eyes, light flooding them instantly, but once he got used to the brightness he could faintly make out the faces of his three companions. They all looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. He tried to sit up, pain still searing through his muscles with every movement.

“How long was I out?” he asked, his voice cracked as if he’d been screaming for hours.

“About two weeks,” Prompto said casually, causing Noctis to gasp in shock. “What? Two weeks? What happened?”

“He’s just messing with you. It’s been twenty minutes since we got back to Taelpar, relax,” Gladio explained, a smug grin on his face.

“Good to see you’re back with us. I hope you have learned your lesson, Noct—” Ignis tried to begin a lecture, but Noctis already raised a hand to stop him from saying whatever he wanted to say. “Yeah, coeurls are dangerous, doesn’t matter if they’re big or tiny, cute ones. Got it.”

“Come on, Iggy, don’t be so hard on him. I would’ve done the same!” Prompto tried to defend his friend, but all that Ignis did was sighing in exasperation, though again with the faintest smile on his lips.

“Although I gotta say, if it hadn’t been for Prompto and the black hole in his stomach”— “Hey, that’s not true, I barely eat anything!”— “We wouldn’t have been fighting the coeurls in the first place,” Gladio noticed, “So I guess this is all Prompto’s fault.”

“Yeah, exactly!” Noctis agreed amused, glad to find an opportunity to load his guilt off on someone else, even if it meant figuratively stabbing his best friend in the back.

“Oh, come on, guys. That’s not fair,” the blonde pouted and the other three began laughing and Prompto soon joined in. After the laughter died down they just remained in a comfortable silence, enjoying these little moments of peace after the fall of Insomnia. It were moments like these were everything seemed like it used to be, so they tried to cherish them as much as they could.

Unfortunately, that peaceful silence was interrupted by a grumbling noise of Prompto’s stomach. With flushing cheeks, the young blonde looked at his three companions before he began scratching his neck quite nervously.

“So, uhh, you guys wanna hit up the Crow’s nest?”

#FFXV #FFXV fan fiction #FFXV Secret Santa #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Ignis Scientia #Prompto Argentum #Gladiolus Amicitia #my work #my writing

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crackshots-a · 7 months

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( HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROMPTO!! | @royalarms )

❛ hey . ❜ the greeting seems cool & unbothered to most , but there's a certain uncertainty that might be sensed by any who know him more personally . he approaches his friend with hands stiff in his pockets & blue irises that wander anywhere to avoid the contact with the cherished man's before him . but , he knows he'll only make their situation uncomfortable if he continues to stand there , so he cuts to the chase with a much less awkward approach , ❛ it's your big day , yeah ? don't think i forgot . ❜ & he summons a couple items , all placed in a carefully organized in a gradient orange - yellow paper bag ( re - imagined by ignis , because noct's first attempt at its presentation went miserably ) . within it sits some contrast & color - correcting lens filters , as well as an insomnian photography magazine featuring some of prompto's signature work on the front page . he'd managed to pull some strings . there is an assortment of scattered candy at the bottom & a gift card to their favorite high school burger joint . there's also a signed card with the first polaroid photo prompto made noctis take in their younger years . he cherishes the photo greatly , & it has remained pristine through its age . he has another couple of pictures in his wallet , so he'd thought prompto might appreciate the sentiment . it's not often noctis allows himself to sit in the nostalgia of their history . ❛ come on . we've got stuff to do today . ❜ he urges him through the process of opening his gift , that he might not think too hard on it .

❝ hey,❞ the greeting was returned with a smile, prompto rising to his feet at the prince's arrival. the lack of a birthday acknowledgement right away didn't bother him. all he wanted was to spend time with his friend anyways, & he didn't care whether that came with any of the usual birthday expectations or not, as long as they got to have some fun.

he should have known better, though. as nonchalant as noctis seemed, there was always more going on than he sought to reveal. he knew the signs that showed that noctis was feeling uncomfortable, but before he could ask about the stiff stance or avoiding eyes, his best friend supplied undeniable proof that the day hadn't been forgotten. the sudden appearance of the paper bag ( in a series of prompto's favorite colors–––– ones that reminded him of his favorite pictures of the sunset ) almost made him jump.

❝ that's a serious misuse of the armiger. does iggy know you kept this there? ❞ he couldn't help but joke in hopes that noctis would take his wide, excited grin as a reaction to his tease instead of anticipation of what awaited him inside the bag. his earlier thought was true, he really wouldn't have minded if noctis had gotten him nothing. but, the fact that there was something filled him with a rush of warmth. a reminder that he was cared for by those he cared for.

❝ but, really, dude, thank you! you didn't have to get me anything! ❞ he felt a bit childish, sitting on the floor to dig through the tissue paper ( clearly packed in by ignis, he'd have to remember to thank him too, later ), but it was the best way to conceal his bouncing legs & jittery hands & avoid dropping anything that noctis had been kind enough to get him.

the handful of lens filters would have been more than enough. as he looked at each, he couldn't stop himself from rambling about what he could use them for–––– they'd be added to his camera bag as soon as he was able to do so, that he promised.

at first, he'd just thought that noctis had scored him an advanced copy of one of the photography magazines he grabbed from time to time. but, then he realized the picture on the cover looked familiar. & then he realized that it was because it was his.

❝ oh––––em–––– gee! how did you score this, noct!? this is awesome! i gotta get this framed–––– i gotta take a photo with my phone to show everyone & then get it framed! this is so cool! ❞ if he could have hugged the magazine without wrinkling it, he would have! but, there was still more to see.

he tossed one of the pieces of candies to noctis & extracted promises that they'd visit the burger joint during the week so he could splurge & use the gift card before prompto realized that he'd made a huge error.

❝ oh, wait, i was supposed to open the card first, right? sorry, dude! i'll open this now! ❞

true to his word, he opened the card, immediately falling still as he caught sight of what was inside.

❝ is this––––? ❞ he didn't have to finish the question, he knew exactly what picture he was looking at. the first polaroid that they'd ever taken together. his eyes grazed over their smiles, loose ties & unopened books. just off to the edge of the picture, prompto's thumb was just slightly in frame. ❝ dude, i didn't know you still had this! ❞

this he had to frame. he wanted to preserve it. he wanted to pull it out when they were old & noctis had been king for decades & go–––– look how young & stupid we were! & he was going to make sure he was able to.

❝ thanks, noct. seriously, all this it's...it's awesome. ❞

keeping the emotion out of his voice was impossible & it was his turn to avoid noctis' eyes as he packed his items back into the bag ( taking great care with the card with the photo in it ).

❝ stuff, huh? there's more? ❞ he hopped to his feet, brushing himself off.

❝ alright, off we go! lead the way! ❞

#royalarms #[ this made me CRY THANK YOU ]#『 questions that need answering –––– asks 』#『 sorry i got so real all of a sudden –––– prompto answers 』#﹄プロンプト生誕祭 –––– happy birthday prompto! ﹃

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promptek · 4 years

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( h e y | @adsmnia )

c h o c o b u t t

❝ what’s that? you want me to send that really embarrassing picture of you shoveling pizza in your face to the insomnian press? ❞

#adsmnia #『 questions that need answering –––– asks 』#『 sorry i got so real all of a sudden –––– prompto answers 』#﹄ just go where the chocobo takes you –––– undetermined ﹃#[ tEST HIM NOCTIS ]

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g0ldpainted · 7 years

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Gladiolus cheating on Fem!S/O

Hey c:

Here’s Gladio for this series!

1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

Words: 3750+

Genre: Angst, heartbreak, betrayal

Spoilers: None

Trigger warnings: Anger, verbally abusiveness, pregnancy, coma, cheating, explicit sexual act depicted briefly

Taming a beast was almost impossible. Gladiolus was such a beast. All the ladies were swooning over him, flirting with him whenever they could. No one cared about the fact that he had been dating his current girlfriend for over 6 years. Actually, the couple was beyond happy, completing each other seamlessly. But Gladio was still an untamable beast.

He was a charmer, couldn't resist flirting back, couldn't reject those females entirely. However, he always stayed faithful. So far at least.

Their relationship had been fairly rocky ever since his S/O fell pregnant. At first, it didn't change their lives all too much.. Until all the complications started. Her pregnancy was far from ideal. Morning sickness, back- and headaches, fatigue, abdominal cramps, high blood pressure - she had it all. Unfortunately, she also suffered from severe swelling. Face, feet, ankles, hands - they all had moments in which their size increased tremendously. After a check-up at her doctor, they diagnosed her with Preeclampsia. Therefore, their pregnancy was one with high risk. She was at high risk of losing her baby if she wasn't being careful. As result, she quit her job immediately. From there on out, Gladiolus was the only one earning money for them. He worked twice as hard, thinking of his future family as motivation.

The first weeks were difficult for both of them. His S/O had to get used to the pain she was almost constantly going through while Gladiolus had to get used to the lack of affection from their side. He was an extremely physical guy. Any and every physical touch was a reassurance to him that he was loved.. But she couldn't give him that. Sex was off entirely. When she was feeling decent, she at least managed to help him with his urges, took care of his not-so-little friend if it was necessary. To say she enjoyed pleasing him would be a lie. The continuous pain drowned her libido and every wish to receive and give pleasure. It was just something she did for him because she knew how important it was to him. The little praise afterward made up for it. He was thankful for her trying to not let her pregnancy affect their relationship too much. Truth was that it still took a huge toll on them. While Gladio was satisfied for those first few weeks, he eventually grew tired of her sloppy blow- or handjobs and started declining them. That she denied him giving her pleasure upset him, too. It eventually stopped feeling like a relationship to him simply because they had no physical contact other than some gentle kisses.

The happiness of expecting their first baby was overshadowed by lack of physical love.

Needlessly to say, they also started having arguments about it. The further she got in her pregnancy, the grumpier he got. Gladiolus even started calling her fat, giving the vibe of that she was completely undesirable. It's true that her weight was fluctuating. Preeclampsia was causing it.. And of course, her pregnancy. While Gladio was still fairly supportive most of the time, he seemed to distance himself more and more. He apologized for his behavior almost daily, regretting his spiteful words greatly, blaming his temper and work for stressing him out for it. She accepted all his apologies for the sake of their unborn baby. All she wanted was for their daughter to grow up in a safe family environment.

By now she was 7.5 months in. Finally at the third trimester. Her doctor was as far as to give her medicine to help her baby grow faster so they could induce labor as soon as possible. Gladiolus S/O was suffering greatly while he was most likely at work.. Or hanging with his friends. He was working as a hunter, it was the most beneficial.

She just wanted this to be over, wanted to deliver her healthy baby and heal. Her body was exhausted. It was pure luck that she didn't suffer from a stroke or seizure yet because of all the extra stress her boyfriend caused. On the bright side, although Gladiolus was being quite ignorant of his girlfriend's state, he at least always brought her little gifts when he returned from a hunting job.. And he even called her every day if it was multiple-day job. Those moments where what gave her strength to believe in their relationship.

It seemed to be falling apart at rapid speed - all because she wasn't into sex and instead, groaning about pain. The treatment she received helped but.. Didn't make it better. Her case was apparently very severe, yet no one could explain why. Gladio knew about it, always accompanied her to check-ups, yet he didn't seem to care all too much anymore. At least that's how she felt.

The more distant he became, the sadder his S/O was. And when he started leaving for partying, her jealousy peaked. She was scared of losing him to someone else. He excused himself by claiming the chocobros wanted to catch up and that all their wives and girlfriends were fine with it - she shouldn't complain. But she hated this. And when she smelled different perfumes on him, she was infuriated. But he shook it off, claiming he met the girlfriends of his bros because they joined them and that it was a shame she didn't show up. Being the loving girlfriend she was, she believed him. But her trust was scraped.

"Ever since he went out two days ago.. His phone's been vibrating constantly.." his S/O thought to herself, sitting on their couch and rubbing her baby bump gently - it was sensitive as heck, "He's showering.. Maybe I.. Should take a quick glimpse."

Looking around the room to ensure he really wasn't around, she carefully got up. Groaning, she bit her lip hard. The moving of her belly caused slight discomfort and walking on her swollen feet ached. It was another bad day. She was quick to pick up his smartphone. Luckily, Gladiolus didn't put in a code - it unlocked with a simple swipe. At first, nothing seemed suspicious.. Until she went through his recently send messages. Multiple females were in there.

"That doesn’t mean a lot.. He's always been famous with ladies - he usually blocks their number, though.." she thought to herself, "Maybe he forgot.."

But the second she clicked on each message, her stomach dropped. They were all flirting with him - which she would've tolerated if they hadn't sent nudes. And even videos of them masturbating. One quick glimpse into his phone's gallery was enough to see that he had been interested in a lot of different girls. Tons of nudes greeted her. None of them of her own body - she wasn't even on his phones background images.

"He.. He would've deleted them if he didn't like them.." she whispered, going back to the messages as she started feeling worse.

She ended up finding out that he even demanded those… they had phone sex.

"What are you doing?!" Gladiolus snapped, only a towel wrapped around his lower half.

Jumping from the sudden raised voice, she almost dropped his phone on the floor but caught it last minute.

"Did you go through my phone!?" he shouted, a deep frown present on his forehead as he stomped over to her and tore the phone out of her hands.

"Who are those girls?!" she replied, using all her energy to raise her voice, too.

"That's none of your business!" he shouted in their face, "You don't go through someone's phone!"

"You're my boyfriend, of course, it's my business who you're sexting with!" she argued, frowning as well.

"Oh c'mon, it was just fun" he groaned, rolling his eyes.

"They sent you nudes!" she shouted, clenching her jaw as she felt a stinging pain erupting from her stomach - it was because she was too emotional, "You.. Wanted those nudes. And masturbation videos."

"You should be grateful it's only photos and videos - I didn't have actual sex with them even though that would've been tons better than just waiting for your sorry ass" he growled, squeezing the phone in his hands tightly as he stared into his girlfriends eyes, "It's like watching porn and you don't care about that either."

Her eyes widened at that. Was that a threat? A note? It hurt her to know that he was admitting to having phone sex with them and at the same time telling her to be glad he didn't actually sleep with them. Little did she know that he actually lusted for those girls and hoped for real sex with them. The reference to porn made her feel even worse about herself.

"I don't want you to have any contact with those women" she calmly said, lowering her head slowly.

"And I don't want you to rummage through my phone!" he replied, raising his voice again.

"Go through my phone if it makes you feel better" she whispered, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone, even unlocking it for him.

A picture of them kissing and one of them hugging was her background. A picture of better times.

"Fuck that!" he slapped her phone away, making it fall to the floor with full force.

At his sudden outburst of anger, she started sobbing. Before her pregnancy, she would've been able to deal with it but now that she was in pain, physically weak and going through intense mood swings, she couldn't help herself.

"Don't you love me? Am I not good enough?" she whispered.

"Oh come the fuck on, if I wouldn't love you, I would've left ages ago" he replied, sighing, getting annoyed with them.

"Then why are you looking at other girls? Why are you messaging them with such lewd intentions?" she asked, trying hard to hold back any tears, "I know you have nudes of me, why don't you use those to ma-"

"You piss me off.. I'll go head out and meet with the guys" he cut her off, turning around and walking off, leaving her standing there.

"No! I want an answer!" she yelled, storming after him and pulling on his arm, "Now!"

"Because they're hot, okay? Everything about them is smoking hot and it's a nice change to not be looking at your body all the time!" he yelled back, pulling his arm out of their grip, "You didn't want any physical contact with me, so at least let me have fun on my own! It's not like I'm cheating!"

His ignorance and selfishness finally caused tears to fall. It's been a few days since she last shed tears.. But those were also because of him. He made it seem like this was her fault.. He didn't seem to understand that he body was inflamed and that she was carrying their baby.

"I'm pregnant.." she whispered in defeat, "My entire body hurts.. I'd appreciate if you'd be considerate of that."

Gasping he glared down at her: "Oh, I am! Every single day I work my ass off for you and our daughter. Then I come home and just have more work here because you can't do a thing right - at least let me have my goddamned fun!"

Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned around and headed back to their couch. Her legs were beginning to fail her and her vision was blurring. The way her heart raced was hurting faintly, too. Something was off. She was stressed out.. And hurt from his words. She felt betrayed.

Gladiolus stormed into their bedroom to get dressed, didn't bother about how she was struggling to breathe. Placing both of her hands on her baby bump, she tried to relax - for her daughter. Taking deep breaths, she attempted to make her body relax but her hands started swelling instead. While her boyfriend got ready, she felt pathetic about herself. Her appearance, her disease, her pain. And she was scared, scared of the next weeks. Their doctor already warned them that he'd induce her pregnancy at exactly 37 weeks. 7 weeks were left until that'd happen. Chances were high her body would go into labor sooner, though. One thought lead to the other and she just crumbled on the couch, crying. Although Gladio claimed to be loving her, she didn't believe that. The guy she fell in love with loved her, supported her endlessly.. But this guy was just harmful, angry, upset and inconsiderate.

"I'll leave now" he announced, grabbing his keys and shoving them in his pants along with his wallet, not once looking at the crying mess on their couch.

For a few seconds, she didn't say a thing, she couldn't. Right when he was about to close the door, she turned around and looked at him.

"Please don't.." she whined, "I…-.. I d-don't fe… feel good."

"Take a bath or something, I'll be back in an hour or two" he groaned, not even bothered to look at her.

"Pl-..please.. No" she stuttered, wanting to walk over to him but her legs refused to carry her weight.

"See you later" he coldly mumbled, closing the door afterward.

That was the final thing she needed to feel pushed off the edge. This was the first time he didn't even bother to check on her before leaving. She figured she shouldn't have been noisy but she was still going through a risky pregnancy.. She expected him to care. And she also couldn't believe that he didn't apologize about his female contacts. Some may consider it cheating, some don't.. But she did. Those were real people he actively asked for nudes and videos - not someone earning money with it. To be angry about this and highly suspicious seemed legit to her. But she wished she could just turn off her emotions - for the sake of not stressing her baby out.

In those 6 years they had been dating, they sure fought every now and then. Most times, both were too stubborn to give in so their fighting usually escalated. Stuff was thrown around, hateful words were yelled in each other's faces. But it was fine, their makeup sex was incredible. None of them ever cried because of it - but she was vulnerable for now.

"This entire pregnancy has been terrible.. The pain, the fights,.. I didn't think it'd go this way" she thought to herself, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, "He was so happy when he found out.. And now he.. He's not here and he complains all the time."

With each minute, her head felt more like it was about to explode. She had a terrible headache - or even a migraine - and her heart was about to burst from her chest. It all just kept getting worse. But the moment her vision started to blur and her face began to swell up, she knew she had to call someone.

But her phone wasn't in her pocket anymore.

Panicking, she hastily started looking around the area. It took her a few minutes to remember that Gladiolus slapped it onto the floor.

"Shit.. Hopefully it's.. Okay" she thought, slowly getting up, still searching for it.

Eventually, she finally saw it. Her stomach was twisting and turning while she tried to bend down towards it. But without warning, she felt dizzy, lost her balance and fell forward. Luckily, she managed to catch herself before she crashed on her baby bump. But now she was panicking even more.

"Oh god.. That was so close.." she whispered, "I'm so sorry."

After sitting down on her bum, she took her now shattered phone. Unlocking her phone and finding the telephone button was harder than she thought it could be. Not only was her vision becoming worse, moving her fingers was insanely difficult.

"Something's wrong.. Shit" she cursed under her breath.

Finally, she seemed to have found the recently called tab and just clicked on the first name. She couldn't read it, her vision was shaking and was way too blurry. Little did she know that she accidentally face timed her boyfriend instead of just making a simple call. And he picked up. Unintentionally.

"Ugh it's nothing important, ignore it. Keep going, we don't have a lot of time" he ordered the women in front of him to continue giving attention to his not-so-little friend.

Throwing the phone aside, it landed on a pillow.. Perfectly showing off what exactly was going on. Two females were licking and sucking on his dick. He stood before them. They both teased him, fondled with his balls as well. All of them were naked. At first, his S/O didn't understand what was going on.. Didn't want to believe what she thought was happening. But when Gladiolus started moaning.. Her heart finally broke.

Rapidly blinking, her vision improved a tiny bit.. Enough for her to actually see it. Her naked boyfriend face-fucking the females she saw on his phone. They took turns, were both hungry for him. Her headache increased and increased, the pressure on her head eventually feeling unbearable. She couldn't look away, couldn't move either.. Her eyes were locked on the scene.

"Ugh! Fuck, you're amazing" Gladiolus moaned before he came over both their faces.

Without saying a word, he pulled both of them up, kissing each briefly before pushing one down onto her back and the other one on top on all fours. He squeezed her butt with both of his hands before rubbing his shaft along both of their cores, coating himself with their wetness. For a few seconds, he just thrusted in between them, delicately rubbing along their buds to pleasure them, too. They were all moaning softly.

Meanwhile, his pregnant girlfriend slumped to the side. Her body suddenly fell to the right. She hit her head on the ground. Her left hand was still clutching onto the phone which so happened to fall right in front of her face.

"So many holes to chose from .. Ugh. I wanna claim them all" Gladio proclaimed, running his hands along both of the girls entrances, "I'm going to claim them all.. But where do I start?"

His S/O sobbed, hoping he'd hear - but he didn't.

"Please.. Ho-home" she whispered, unable to raise her voice and speak properly.

Again, no one heard. She witnessed how her boyfriend started thrusting into some strange female while fingering the other. Tears ran down her face while her eyes widened. While he was having fun.. She was having a stroke. For a moment, everything hurt.. But then it all stopped. She lost control of her body.

"Harder!" one of the females demanded and he happily obliged.

Although she lost control of her body.. She was very much conscious of what was happening. She saw it all. She saw how her boyfriend enjoyed taking care of two females at the same time. The slapping sounds, the squishing, the moans, the groans. Everything. It was like she was there, like he was cheating right in front of her eyes.

"I've always dreamed of a threesome with two sexy girls.. Ugh, shit.." Gladiolus admitted, cursing as he increased his thrusting speed.

He held his word and claimed every possible entrance those girls could give. It took forever. He came two more times until he was satisfied and no longer feeling sexually frustrated. All the while his girlfriend was clinging on to her life. She zoned out, just stared at the screen and watched.

"We have to do this again.." one of the girls breathed out, laying on the bed in attempt to calm down.

"Oh yes, please" the other one begged, agreeing.

"We'll see.." Gladiolus shrugged.

"Your girlfriend won't be pleased about this" one of them whispered, cleaning her body off of several juices.

"Mmh" he agreed, biting his lip hard.. As if he was showing regret.

"Wasn't she watching this entire time?" the other girl wondered.

"Watching?" he repeated.

"Yeah.." she replied, pointing up towards this phone, "Or is that a screensaver?"

Once Gladiolus saw his phone and that their facetime call had been going for over an hour, his eyes widened.

"Shit" he exclaimed, quickly picking up his phone, "Can you hear me?"

She didn't reply, only blinked occasionally.

"Fuck.. Can you smile?" he began to panic, feeling beyond guilty for what he just did now that he saw his girlfriends tear-stained face.

No response. She couldn't move.

"Shit.. Shit shit" Gladiolus repeatedly cursed, "Someone diall 911! She's having a stroke! And she's pregnant!"

Only one of the girls reacted, threw her phone over to him. He immediately called an ambulance over before he ran home. By the time he arrive, the ambulance already carried her out and the car was ready to drive off. He barely hopped into it.

Once they finally arrived at the hospital, she had already suffered brain damage. To help her body heal and relax, they put her into an induced coma. They had to run quite a few scans to check what exactly happened and give her the best possible treatment.

"I'm so sorry.. I'm so incredibly sorry.." Gladiolus kept whispering as he sat beside her hospital bed, holding one of her hands between his, "I should've been there. I should've listened to you. This is my fault.. I'm so sorry."

Lucky for them, their daughter was fine. She didn't suffer any damage. His S/O in return lost her ability to walk and her entire right side was paralyzed. The day they woke her up, they realized she also couldn't speak, didn't quite remember how to. She had Aphasia. Her life had changed for the worse. Most days she spent crying - after all, she still had preeclampsia, too. His S/O was now a broken woman, not even slightly resembling who she used to be. But unlike before, Gladiolus supported her. He paid for all her bills, her therapy, medication, and treatment. But most importantly, he spent time with her.

The second he realized what he had done to the one he sincerely loved, he broke all contact with any other female and deleted all photos that weren't her. He was grateful for the second chance he was given - even though no one could guarantee that she wasn't suffering from memory loss as well and simply didn't remember that he cheated. Gladio regretted what he did just to get some stress relief. He wanted to better himself, become the man she deserved. And aside from that, he wanted to be a great father for the daughter that he almost lost too.

Masterlist ; 1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

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diem-writes · 6 years

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1 hour ficlet batch 6 #5

This one was a dice roll, and I had so many plans for it. I still think I’m unto something and wonder if I should continue this one another time. :}

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If Not For You

Prompto's hand sneaks around the bed looking for something to pull over his head. His fingers come in contact with a very smooth object that after some poking proves themselves to be a pillow. Letting out a sigh he pulls it over his head blocking the sun, wondering why he even bothered to keep his curtains open the previous night.

He blinks his eyes. He hadn't left his curtains open the previous evening, he had closed them while he'd been on the phone with Noct. Plus his pillows aren't this soft, he forgot to buy laundry softener last week as he'd gotten a new lens for his camera, they are even a bit scratchy.

Nosing the pillow he's still holding to block out the light he can faintly smell the same soft fragrances he sometimes picks up from Noct's clothes. So maybe he went home with Noct after the festival. He smiles at the thought, wondering how that happened as he'd been so nervous admitting his feelings yesterday, things must have worked out.

Poorly his alcohol deprived brain helps him remember that things had gone a little bit differently. If anything, it had gone horribly wrong. The memory of Noct pulling out of the kiss looking at him with a horror stricken face, mumbling apologies, before running away into the crowd, leaving Prompto alone with two large drinks.

The rest of the memories slowly move back up. How he'd waited for Noct to return, texting his friend, calling him and being forwarded to his voicemail, finishing the two drinks, accepting others from strangers. Things go very vague after that.

Prompto slowly moves the pillow from his face, praying that some miracle happened and he will see something familiar in the room he's in. Hoping that at one point Noct did came back, found him drunk and took him to his home, praying that he isn't someplace he'll regret.

Prompto has seen pictures of Nocts place, even if he's yet to visit it for real, and the room he is in doesn't look like anything in those pictures. The realization that he must have gone home with a stranger, that somebody took his drunk ass home with them, that he is in a strangers bed, makes him shiver all over.

When he sits up and the soft sheets slide down his body he's confronted with a second realization. He's naked. Completely naked. Not even his underpants. His breathing hitches up, which together with the hangover makes him start to cry, and he needs to fold his hands over his mouth to get his breathing back. He is not going to get a panic attack, he hasn't had one of those in years.

Looking around the room again finally spotting a glass of water and two painkillers on the nightstand, so who ever took him home at least expected him to be dealing with a hangover. Prompto reaches for the painkillers, but stops when a sudden jolt of pain shoots through his but and spine.

He feels his mind blank out. Oh. Oh, ooh. There's no stopping the tears now, there is only one reason he can think of that can result in such a pain when you are in a strangers bed. He'd been pestered in school by one of the jocks, who had claimed he'd be making him feel exactly like this if he'd ever got him alone, before Noct had stepped in and called the guy a creep.

Prompto slowly slips his hand between his legs, not even knowing what to find, trying to feel how bad it is. When his fingers touch his rim he doesn't feel anything much different than what he feels when he plays with himself. He slides his fingers a bit further towards his spine, having to take in a sharp breath. Okay… that doesn't make much sense.

He pulls his hand back. Wondering what happened last night after the part of the memories he still can recall. A deep breath later he reaches for the painkillers and water. Seems he'll have to find the owner of this place and hope they can tell him exactly what happened.

Slipping from between the soft, he checks them for a moment to confirm they are indeed satin and high end brand even, sheets he wonders if he would dare to wrap one around himself before walking out of the room. When he spots his clothes nicely folded on a chair beside the door, he gets really happy, letting out a small cheer.

To his surprise his clothes are washed, ironed, and folded to perfection, such care given to them he almost feels bad about putting them back on. Seems he will need to offer some thanks for this too. When he takes the last item from the chair he finds his phone, keys, and other things he had in his pockets, on the seat.

He takes his phone realizing it's turned off. He'd never turned off his phone, or at least he hasn't done so for quite a while. When he tries to turn it back on he gets a clear message that his battery is dead. Great, he must have used it a lot more than was good for that to happen. Now he really has to get home, if not for any other reason to get to his charger.

Prompto pushes open the door, getting bombarded with some of the best smells he's ever came across. Man, it almost smells as great as some of the lunches Noct brings to school sometimes. The thought of his friend, almost a best friend if he hasn't ruined it last night, makes him a bit melancholic. His fingers brush the phone in his pocket, hoping that once he gets it to start again there is going to be at least one message from Noct. Just one, and hopefully not a goodbye.

“Good morning.” The voice pulls him back to the current situation, and the man standing in the open kitchen. “did you sleep well?”

Prompto gives a small nod, hoping his mouth isn't hanging open. It's that he knows he has a type, but damn, if he didn't have one this man would be something that would be a part of some of his future fantasies indeed.

A lithe figure, dirty blond hair worked up in some awesome style, and some piercing green eyes behind very sophisticated glasses, in short a definite looker. A looker who is looking at him as if he's waiting for an answer, giving Prompto the feeling he's in class and being called upon by the teacher.

“Well good. Sit down. I fixed you some breakfast, as I assume with the amount of alcohol you consumed last night you're not really feeling all to spiffy.”

Prompto sits down on the chair the man pointed to, letting himself get served a very full platter of food. He states his thank before digging right in. Blushing deeply when he lets out a fierce moan when the first bite hits his tongue. He must have been starving for this to taste this good.

The man slowly sits down across the table from him, giving him a soft look over. It finally hits him that he's actually seen him before, and not at the festival, he's been around school some times when he had to run for his after school jobs.

“I've seen you around school sometimes, but you don't attend classes there, do you?” He really tries not to speak to clearly with his mouth full but the food… Prompto has to admit he's been slimming on his food for weeks now because of some bills he hadn't counted on.

The man shakes his head. “I sometimes go there if my work permits me to pick up my… uhm… my little brother. He goes there.” There is a sad look in his features. “I've been a bit busy lately and it seems he has become friend with somebody he hasn't introduced us to yet.”

The man takes his coffee, and by the smell of it the man drinks it strong.

“I'm Ignis Scientia, this is my place. I hope you don't mind me taking you here. But after you fell from that table, you didn't seem in any shape to go to your own place.” A blush creeps up the sharp cheeks, before it's pushed down. “You were very adamant in there not being anyone at home.”

Prompto nods, still having to reel in the thought that he was on top of a table to be able to fall of it.

“I'm sorry but did you just say 'table'?”

Ignis blinks. “Why, yes. You were making quite a scene, dancing in very suggestive ways, before slipping and crashing right into me. You even hit your.. uhm… your...” The blush returns.

“My ass. I hit my ass. That at least explains why it hurt when I tried to move right after I woke up. Glad it was that.”

“What else could it be? There not many ways to get such a spot hurt.”

Prompto blushes. “Uhm well. Waking up naked, in a strangers bed, with a sore ass...”

The silence that settles between them is a bit startling. Ignis is fast enough to reclaim his composure.

“I see. That is indeed a way to get an injury like that.” he smiles. “Although I have never heard that complaint before.” Prompto chokes on his next bite.

The soft taps on his back help him get his breathing back in order.

“My apologies, I should not have quipped about that. It was in bad taste.”

Ignis lets Prompto finish his breakfast, before offering to drive him home. Hearing in which area of the city they are he gladly accepts the offer. And if he accepted Ignis's card after he got out and the invite to maybe go for a coffee one of these days, there is no harm in that.

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archonssun · 4 years

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Don’t Take it to Heart

Chapter One

WC: 1058

So, I’ve played through FFXV like 3 times since I got it last month. It never gets any easier😭 my favorite character is without a doubt Prompto. He’s such an angsty boy sometimes, I love it!

Well, this is a part of a story I’ve been working in for the sunshine boy. It doesn’t have a title yet, so I’m open to suggestions. Since this is only part one of like 7 or 8 rn, it’s gonna have a lot of introducing the characters. Maybe a few plot twists here and there...

Pax Cordisest was, like many other orphans of Lucis, forced to fight for herself. Unlike Prompto, she didn’t have adoptive parents. She couldn’t even remember her real parents. She didn’t have anything to remind her of them, so she forgot over time. She could remember where she was born: Niflheim. With her bright blond hair and expressive ice blue eyes, she bore a striking resemblance to the royal family. Even though many people from Niflheim had the same pale hair and skin, it was Pax’s posture that led everyone to believe she was an Aldercapt for, although she did have to fight to survive, she did it with grace.

When she was around six, everything changed. A daemon had gained access to the Crown City, rampaging around the area Pax lived in. By then, the girl had had enough -- of the Crown Citizens, of her own parents, of everything -- and threw caution to the wind, attacking the Naga with nothing but a twisted piece of metal. By the time the Kingsglaive had reached the battleground, Pax stood over the disintegrating daemon, bloodied and panting with exertion. The man that first laid eyes on her, Nyx Ulric, was astonished that this young, frail girl had been able to kill a daemon with just a piece of rebar. He had immediately taken her to the king, asking for her to be trained as a future Kingsglaive.

And so she was.

Day in and day out, Pax was trained by a multitude of people: Nyx, Cor Leonis, and Titus Drautos, among others. Even Crowe and Libertus helped train her every so often. She trained relentlessly, ingraining in her mind that Lucis was her home, not Niflheim. And in doing so, she flew through her training, rising higher and higher within the ranks of both Crownsguard and Royal Guard.

Upon seeing her progress, Nyx, who had taken it upon himself to care for the girl as a brother, beseeched King Regis to cut back her training. The king had agreed, and offered the girl a period of rest. During this time, Pax returned to school where she ran into her old friend, Prompto. The blond had been worried about her sudden disappearance, but seemed glad that she was well. However, when he pressed her for answers, Pax’s defenses went up as she shut down the boy.

“That’s not something you need to know, Argentum,” she had said as she walked out of the classroom, already regretting taking the king’s offer.

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Pax walked through the streets of Insomnia, passing classmates and strangers alike in order to reach the house she shared with Nyx. She had been living with him for the past seven or eight years; she couldn’t really remember exactly.

As she passed others by, her hands gripped onto her bag tighter, as if it would slip from her grip if she did otherwise. Each and every time she passed by someone, she did this, until her hands began to cramp with the force she exerted.

“Pax!” the cheery voice brought the girl to a halt. She didn’t turn around; she didn’t need to. There was only one person who would stop her when she was heading that way. An arm was slung across her shoulders, and Prompto gave her that dazzling smile she had grown to lo-- appreciate.

“Where’re you heading?” the blond asked, and Pax’s body tensed. Instantly, her guard went up, and she swatted Prompto’s arm away.

“You don’t need to know, Argentum,” she hissed, internally kicking herself when she saw his expression fall. His smile faltered as he looked at the girl that had once been his friend.

“What happened to you?” Pax heard him mutter as she backed away. “We used to be friends, Pax. What happened?”

Instead of replying, Pax turned on her heel and raced for the palace, knowing that was where Nyx was. Over the years, Pax had developed a dependency on the dark haired Galahdian, rushing to his side whenever something went wrong, or whenever he needed her aid. She raced through the streets, the sound of Prompto’s footsteps chasing after her.

Faster. I need to go faster. Her thoughts pushing her, Pax ran as if her life depended on it. She managed to pull away from the boy just slightly but didn’t have the time to sigh in relief. In the distance, Pax could see the gates of the Citadel beginning to close. She knew that she had to get there before then, so she pushed her body further, knowing the consequences. But she didn’t care, as she burst through the wrought iron gates at the last second, hearing them close behind her with a clank.

Briefly, she turned to see Prompto’s face as he reached the gates. Even with her wavering vision, she could see the hurt on his face, as well as the curiosity. She could practically hear him ask, why did you run to the Citadel? She only shook her head.

For the nth time that day, Pax walked away from the blond, the sight of her back doing more damage unto him than she would ever know.

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“I’m very sorry I am late,” Pax announced to the room, going over to a corner and placing down her bag. Pulling her shoulder-length blond hair into a ponytail, she approached the instructor, Cor, before bowing to him slightly.

“That’s fine, kid,” the Immortal huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. In all his years with the Kingsglaive, he had never met anyone so … sincere. If he was being honest, it kind of freaked him out. But he could never tell that to Nyx’s little sister. “Just … don’t let it happen again, got it?”

A nod, and Cor sighed. As he dove into what they would be doing for her training today, he noticed that the girl had grown pale.

“Hey, kid, you alright?” he asked as her hand went to her chest.

“I-I’m fine, Cor,” she stumbled over her words, her legs growing unsteady. Cor immediately went to her side, holding her body up as she let out a shuddering breath.

“You’re obviously not. Should I get Nyx?”

“No! Don’t bring him into this!” the sudden ferocity in her voice caused the older man to be frozen in shock. That shock didn’t last long, however, as Pax’s body went limp in his arms.

#prompto argentum #prompto x oc #ffxv #prompto argentum x OC #prompto #angst #im so sorry for what im about to do to you #poor sunshine boy

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commanderboxers · 7 years

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Loss of Self

Major near end game and Episode Prompto spoilers!

I felt like tackling that moment when Prom and Aranea get separated from the others and each other. When Prompto's alone with a million thoughts and horrors on his mind. It was a nice change of pace to see a darker, more serious side of the eternal sunshine boy.

Word count: 1,611

Also, I haven't written anything in literal years so please excuse me if I'm a little rusty!

This was prompted by this amazing image by @discoart

Go check it out!~ ♥

And a million thanks to @kanjicolossus for proof reading this ♥

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Prompto sits alone in the dark cave, hugging his bruised arms close for warmth as he tries to will some life into the pitiful excuse of a fire before him.

He shifts a little between two bites of cold canned beans, moving his weight to his left to alleviate some of the cold that has built up in his right thanks to the icy stone beneath him. Snow pants or not, sitting on the ground in arctic conditions was bound to end up with the cold crawling its way through the thick clothing at some point.

Aranea had pointed to the camp on the map before jabbing it into his chest and helping him out of the base, just in time for him to escape with the gates nearly crushing the back wheel of the snowmobile as he zipped past them. She would meet up with him, in one piece he hopes, after figuring her way out through thick hordes of monsters, same-faced copies and angry daemons, her detour through enemy lines allowing him far too much time alone with his thoughts.

The blond sits still for a while more before shifting his weight back to his right side again, debating using his hat as a cushion to keep his rear end that little bit warmer when the fire that had sprung to life minutes ago suddenly dims. The gunman glares at the embers, heaving a sigh as he tosses a hopefully less frozen log into the fire so that maybe it can be convinced not to die outright.

Their journey had not always been an easy one, heck, the very start had been a painful, tiring, annoying trek of pushing of a broken down car that seemed to be ten times their group's combined weights all the way to Hammerhead. But as Ardyn started showing up more and more following their meeting in Galdin Quay and Lestallum, everything started going downhill. Quickly. What had started as a fun road trip to new horizons eventually morphed to walking down a slippery slope, only to devolve into tumbling blindly into a dark abyss so quickly he couldn’t really tell when they’d truly lost balance.

Being the eternal optimist of the group- or at least trying to- Prompto had hoped against hope that stealing the Regalia or sending annoying MTs was the worst the man would do. But no matter how much he despised the chancellor, how many chills the man sent down his spine whenever he so much as glanced at him, he never expected him to cut Luna’s life short, rob Ignis of his vision or turn Noctis against him.

But he did and now here Prompto sits; alone, cold and betrayed.

He can still clearly hear Noctis screaming insults at him back when he held him against the wall of the cart, an arm firmly pressed against his throat. He still feels the weight of it on his neck, and the gut wrenching fear his friend would pin him right there against a wall, blood slicked sword stuck right through his abdomen.

He still feels the impact of the prince's blade ripping his gun right out of his hand before he was sent tumbling off the train and into the dirty snow below...

Zoning back into the present, Prompto slowly uncurls himself to allow what little heat the fire emits to warm him up. He tosses a few more branches into the flames that are climbing up the side of the too damp log, catching a glimpse of his wrist mid-move as his sleeve rides up just a little bit too high and glaring at the offending ink as if he could somehow scare it out of his skin. But no, it had always been there and always would be; an eternal reminder of what he would never be and so many truths he had never known.

He can’t exactly remember how or when he had learned about his Niflheim origins; maybe it was simply mentioned to him after wondering out loud why he had this black mark he couldn’t wash off, one that none of the other kids had. Perhaps he had overheard his parents whispering about it one evening. He only knows he has been aware of it for as long as he can remember and that it has been tugging at the back of his mind ever since, as he tried his best to bury his feeling of being a fraud as far down as he could.

But today has been a giant pile of ugly truths that bring everything bubbling back to the surface. Not only has he never been a real Lucian, he isn’t even his own person. A broken chuckle escapes him as his mind threatens to shatter from this new shift of reality, slowly cracking. He’s just someone’s creation, a clone amongst thousands, a mere plaything to be disposed of if his “father” so wishes.

The flames crackle, punctuating the silence and dragging Prompto out of his reverie as his eyes fall on a half burnt stick that stands awkwardly on the side of the makeshift pit. His vision flickers between the branch and his arm, once, maybe twice, as he slowly stretches out his hand to pick it up. It’s pleasantly warm, the intact end having soaked up just enough heat to spread it to his frozen fingers through the glove. The other end, however, sports a healthy streak of glowing red embers.

Slowly, he pulls his sleeve up, a fresh stab of heartbreak piercing his chest as the bar code clearly comes into view.

The burnt end of the stick slowly inches toward his wrist, and he hesitates and falters as the heat viciously licks at his skin. Instinct forces him to pull his wrist away from the offending heat and he scowls at it, determined to erase the damn thing even though every inch of his body fights against it.

Another moment of hesitation, or five, later, Prompto sucks in a breath through clenched teeth before pushing the stick against his wrist in one swift move. His skin hisses as he screams, both sounds equally loud to his ears as he forces himself to keep the ember against his flesh until he can’t bear the pain anymore. The stick falls to the floor, the boy curling up around his seared arm.

Prompto looks down at him limb through pained tears and there’s definitely a nice burn there now, but he can still see every damn line of the tattoo through the red swollen skin and the ashes that stuck to it. It’s there to stay.

“Haha….” A small quivering laugh echoes through the cave, broken, the sound of someone slowly teetering over the edge.

“…Branded for life.”

Boots clap on the floor near him.” Don’t tell me you thought that would work?” Prompto looks up at his sudden company, wiping away the tear rolling down his cheek. He doesn’t respond, silently staring at Aranea, the lump in his throat making it too difficult to speak.

“Prompto, right?” He nods as she carefully steps closer and pulls out a potion from her pocket.

Kneeling down, she reaches for his hand, a scowl painted on her face as she gently tilts his arm to asses the extent of the damages. The tattoo is intact, but the burn will definitely leave a pale mark on the skin above. Satisfied with her findings, she pops the cap off the vial and he watches as she pours the liquid onto the wound.

The process is almost painful in its own way, the cool potion contrasting immensely with the heat radiating from his arm as it spreads over the burn and stitches his skin anew. He’s unusually still, observing his limb as the last of the potion works its magic and the pain finally subsides.

The grip on his hand disappears and Aranea stands up, taking a step back from the distracted boy with a scoff. They had only been separated for a few hours, but he could have gone through hell and back during that time and wouldn’t have looked any better.

“You could at least look happy to see me.” she teases, half scolding. The gunman shifts uncomfortably, still slightly unsure if an attempt to talk at this moment would result in words or cries tumbling out, so he tries to laugh instead, the resulting sound more akin to a sob than anything else.

Aranea settles down near the fire pit with a soft thud, “I ran into your buddies in Tenebrae.” His mind skids to a stop and his head snaps up to look at the mercenary.

“You’ve got ‘em worried sick..”

He has so many questions he wants to ask, but he can’t go back. Or so he thinks. He’s too scared to look back and worried to move forward and she knows it, but she doesn’t care. She holds more answers to his shared and unspoken worries than he could have expected her, and in the end his options boil down to two choices: find his own answers or give up altogether.

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Figuring out a cutoff point was stupidly difficult? I really hope it doesn’t end too abruptly and I’m really sorry if it does. I mostly wanted to focus on the burn part so I tried to stop at the point just before the game switches the focus from the self-harm to him worrying about the other chocobros.

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coffeepainkillers · 7 years

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Okay liiisten, i know this is an art blog and all but... writing is a form of art right?? The art of writing?? Well whatever I've just had this Prompto fanfiction on my phone from the time me and my friend compared writing styles so here!! Have it!! Have this angsty-ish fluff! Enjooooyyy

Icy blue eyes Strawberry blond hair Shining white teeth A slim body with muscles And a charming smile.

The medias view on beauty forced upon the new generation. Prompto fit their description almost perfectly; still happiness never seemed to fill his heart when he thought of his appearance. When he thought of his appearance he felt sick to his stomach most of the time. He was proud of how far he had gotten but something still bothered him. The weird pigment in his skin. The dots decorating his cheeks and shoulders, similar to the stars lighting up the night sky but thats not how he saw the spots dirtying his skin. They just looked like something that should be washed off with a wet cloth in his eyes.

Blue eyes meeting blue eyes. Sweet smiles returned by the cold surface reflecting them. Prompto was sitting in front of his mirror while putting on his most charming smile, his hands awkwardly covering his cheeks in an attempt to see how he looked without his freckles. He didn't see squat shit with his hands over his cheeks like that. As he let a small frown crawl onto his face he also made his signature pout following it before he leaned in close to the mirror, staring at the weird pigmented spots on his skin in displeasure. "Why did I have to be born like... this..." he mumbled to himself and maybe the mirror in front of him too, maybe the reflection would suddenly change and show that he didn't have freckles if he was nice to it. His stomach turned upside down as he stared at his freckles, then his whole face and then his whole body, the freckles on his shoulders peeking out from under his shirt. Trying to lighten his heart a little he started to comically poke and pinch his cheeks, pulling on the skin and making faces to try and rid himself of the dreadful feeling coursing through his body.

His weird faces and nips stopped abruptly though as there was a knock on his door. Since he wasn't expecting anyone he was quite surprised by the sudden noise, even jumping slightly and quickly turning towards said door. He waited for a few second to see if it had just been someone visiting his neighbors but when he again hears three firm knocks again and he realizes that it must be for him. He takes a last glance in the mirror to give it a pained smile before he actually got up from the floor. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" He half yelled to the person on the other side, jogging over to unlock the door and opening it. He didn't bother peeking through the peephole and instead just opened the door with a plastered on smile. "Wassup, Sunshine~!" Your face lit up as you saw Prompto opening the door, his fake smile quickly turning into a real one once he sees it's you. Before he can even greet you back you hold out your arms, indicating that you're waiting for a much wanted hug which you received with no hesitation. He pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around your neck since he was a little taller. The hug felt awkward and your face was pushed into his chest but you wouldn't want it any other way. "H-hey [name], I didn't expect you to visit today..!" He had loosened his hug to lean back at stare at your face in surprise, good or bad surprise you didn't know honestly. "Yeah I know but I was around and I misssseeeed youuu~ So... I bought some snacks and hoped we could play some video games tonight!" You managed to break away from his hug to show him the plastic bag filled with snacks just bought from the store down the street. Prompto stared at them and he tried to grin like he would normally but something stopped him and the only smile he could managed looked more sad then anything. It was easy to notice his unnatural silence since it was rare that he actually managed to stay quiet for more then two minutes and now it seemed like he could just sit and stare into space for hours. When he didn't say anything you got concerned but shrugged it off as maybe him being tired or something. "But I mean if you're not feeling up to it I can just head home and come back tomorrow if you want!" You tried to make sure your voice sounded cheerful and happy so he wouldn't feel bad if he turned your down but instead he just looked at you with wide eyes before quickly shaking his head, his blonde hair shaking left and right with his motions and getting in his face. "N-no! Please, come on in! Let's get some games ready and eat those snacks, we wouldn't want to waste them right?" He gave you a smile and even though it wasn't as genuine as usual it was enough to convince you that you were wanted so as he stepped to the side you walked in. "What do you wanna play tonight? Got anything in mind?" Prompto closed the door behind you and tried to make small talk as to not make any awkward silences. "We still got that co-op game we rage quitted last time..." he walked towards his kitchen to get some bowls for the snacks and even though he raised his voice for you to hear him it still lacked that usual cheeriness and it sounded like he was talking to stranger or a mutual. "Ooooh yeah that one! We still got that boss to kill, right? I really think we can do it this time!" You had already taken off your shoes and jacket before sitting down on his familiar couch, placing the bag of snacks besides you on the ground. It didn't take long before Prompto was back with bowls of varying sizes to pour the snacks into and that was done quickly as well. "Then let's do that." Again... such a normal answer. It didn't fit him and you weren't sure what to do. You didn't reply to him but instead pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs, intently staring at your boyfriend. He felt slightly uncomfortable under your stare so he didn't do much but shift in his seat.

"Prompto... you're not acting like yourself... what's wrong?" As your words reached his ears he froze. He tensed up and felt a knot form in his throat when you asked him what was wrong because he got caught in his fake happiness and he didn't know how to react. Should he be happy that you care so much about his well being or sad that he couldnt even keep you from worrying about someone like him. He didn't look at you and instead just looked down on the floor by his feet, mentally discussing with himself if he should ask you what you thought of his appearance or not. He weighed the cons and pros carefully.. well he wished he had, instead his mouth talked quicker then his mind could keep up with and suddenly he blurted out something not even he was prepared to ask. "[Name], what do you think of freckles?" You were surprised by his question; why would someone ask something like that? What did you think of... freckles? It was such a... weird question but he seemed so nervous asking about it and yet you didn't know what to say. "What do you mean?" You had to know what he meant before you could answer. "W-well would you prefer me with or without them?" He quickly looked up at you finally, his hair getting slightly disheveled from the sudden movement and a few strands landed in his face. His jaw was clenched, already regretting that he even asked such a stupid question and the knot in his throat was almost suffocating. Tears started welling up in his eyes as well but he desperately tried to hold them back at instead his vision became blurry from them. At this sight you almost panicked, why did such a small thing upset him so much? Why wouldn't you want a Prompto with freckles? You tried your best to sputter out something to comfort him, something along the lines of "Of course I'd want you with freckles, I love everything about you" but before you could even get the first word out of your mouth Prompto was already using the back of his hands to try and dry the tears as he shied away from you in embarrassment. "N-never mind! Never mind.. t-that was a really stupid question, sorry I shouldn't have asked.. that was... really stupid.. j-just forget it! Uh games right? Uh co-op and that boss yeah?" He desperately tried to smile again as he looked back at you but tears kept welling up and spilling from his eyes no matter how many times he tried to wipe them away with his hands. It was so heartbreaking watching him like that and your quickly scooted over to him, gathering yourself from the initial shock and confusion as you cupped his face with your hands. He tried to avoid eye contact by looking off to the side to the TV, his lips forming to a tight line as his chin twitches as he tried not to cry. "Prompto... Prompto look at me... look... I love you, okay? That's why I'm with you. And you are so beautiful and handsome and it's literally heartbreaking to know that you don't see that. I know I can't make you see yourself like I see you just like that but I will try my best to help you see just a portion of what I see. And about your freckles; of course I'd want you with freckles. They don't change who you are and I would have loved you even without freckles but darn it if I don't love them." You could see the corner of his lips twitch up as you said "darn it" and the tears had finally stopped forming. His eyes had during your talking actually moved to look you in the eyes as you spoke and even if he felt scared doing that he still trusted you enough to comply. You yourself was smiling slightly and you leaned your forehead against his as you closed your eyes. He couldn't; he was too mesmerized by you and your dedication to make him see what you saw, it truly filled his heart with happiness. "So please Prompto, don't think for a second that you are not beautiful... not just because I'll be sad but because you deserve to feel confident in yourself. And I swear to six that I will kiss every freckle you got until you know exactly how much I love you AND your freckles!" Your opened your eyes again to give him a playful grin and he couldn't help but laugh at your promise. His finger which had in the beginning been digging crescent markings into his palms were now idly fiddling with the end of his shirt as he smiled at you, almost unable to contain how happy your words had made him and even in the dark room, only lit by the TV screen still on in the background, you could see that he didn't quite believe that you would do it even though he appreciated the comment. "What? You don't believe me? Oh, I'll show you!" Your hands moved from his cheeks to the sides of his head as you held it firmly while starting to pepper the boys cheeks and temples with short kisses, blowing up your cheeks to make the kisses even sillier. "H-hey [Name]! S-stop thaaat! Y-you can't possibly kiss them all!" "I can't? Is that a challenge, Argentum?" Prompto was finally laughing out loud, playfully nudging you to stop though his attempts were barely even half hearted. You loved hearing his laugh again, especially after hearing his dull voice before and it felt like this was the sixes last gift to mankind. Your silly kiss attack went on until you were both out of breath and Prompto had his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, carefully holding your against his chest as he tried to regain his breathing. "Do you think i kissed them all now?" You teased him, poking his nose with a cheeky grin. "Well all on my face at least!" He laughed back, lovingly just bonking his head against yours as his hands were occupied. "Aaah I'll kiss the rest of them..." you took a pause for a dramatic effect and of course it worked on the cutie listening to you as he looked like he was hooked on every word you said, intently waiting for the answer. "After we beat that boss!" You grinned at your decision, managing to slip away from his grip as he sat up properly, exclaiming his dissatisfaction with a loud groan. "Hah, groan all you want, it won't help us beat this boss though~!" "I know, I knooow... let's just get this over with! Ah.... by the way [Name].... thank you.."

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ichigopanhpff · 7 years

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Prompto x Reader One-Shot: Waypoint

Boarding on the Episode Prompto hype train, I finally finished a one-shot dedicated to our favorite happy-go-lucky, chocobo-loving blond gunslinger.

The theme of this one-shot is “serendipitous meetings.”

Tagging @promptos-leggies, @justaplate, @trashatacular, and @nifwrites. And of course, if you would so kindly share this with other sunshine boy lovers, it’d be much appreciated ^_^;

A long sigh escaped his dry lips, his clear blue eyes scanning his surroundings.

After a long day of hunts and material gathering, Prompto aimlessly wandered the streets of Lestallum alone with his camera; its exterior was moderately worn out from the heavy usage and the elements, but was still well maintained. Making his way to the Outpost area, he looked up at the eerily green tinted darkness shrouding Eos. Most felt like they’d forgotten how the sun felt on their skin. The sultry welcoming heat that once embraced them transformed to a dark and lifeless breeze.

Prompto sighed again and felt his thoughts slipping to the darkest untouched corners of his subconscious. His head softly twitched when memories of Niflheim flashed in and out.

Everything was a blur and every fiber of his being hurt; his arms trembled from remembering all the experiments they did on his body. There were so many needles; thick and thin ones. The bright lights shining down on him obscured his vision. The nameless scientists poked and prodded him in every way possible like a dead carcass.

He wanted to scream out in pain, only to find himself choking on his own voice from nauseating fear. Their soulless garbled voices declared him a failure as a functional MT and was cast aside like a stray.

He had a ‘soul,’ something these MTs weren’t supposed to possess. Because he could feel much more than others, he was rejected.

Upon being branded, the Disposal Team were making their rounds to rid the lab of biological waste, him included.

Everything from thereon became a whirlwind haze. All Prompto remembered was hiding inside a metal locker in a spare room until the team passed a random hallway; he was luckily one of the smaller test subjects. His heart pounded against his chest as terror sweat ran down the sides of his flushed cheeks, his breath unsteady. He ran as quick as his feet could carry him out of the laboratory once the coast was clear.

The taste of iron flooded his saliva and taste buds as the air greedily rushed into his lungs and burned his windpipe. He hugged his tiny physique to the wall to avoid search lights as adrenaline surged through him. Once he successfully made it out of the steel fortress of the Niflheim palace and compound, the young boy wandered the streets. Cold, tired and hungry, he felt his body getting heavy as rain poured down from the darkened heavens and collapsed on a random street right off of the main road.

When he came to, he saw two unfamiliar faces. The couple had taken him in upon finding his frail body at Etro’s door. It turns out Prompto had a very high fever and was malnourished; and these two kind strangers nursed him back to health. They knew what he was when they saw the barcode on his wrist, but they didn’t care. In their eyes, he was as human as they were; he, too, bled red blood like everyone else.

The two adults revealed themselves to be assistants in the Niflheim labs and had been against the MT project after seeing for themselves how they were created. To avoid detection, they’d been keeping their heads down until an opportunity presented itself to escape.

And the young boy was the key.

To protect him from the Empire, they had to leave Niflheim. Their goal was to get Prompto as far away as possible. They opted for Altissia at first, but lacked the funds; the next safest place was the walled off city of Insomnia. Regardless of the war between the two empires, there really was nowhere else to go. Boarding the earliest train out of Gralea, the set off on their journey. All he could recall from here were blurred landscapes of desert land with partial vegetation, mountains, a brief pit stop in Tenebrae, and more insignificant sceneries.

After what seemed to be an endless traveling, the train finally pulled into its final stop. The de facto family rested overnight at a nearby motel before hopping on a ship for the long ride to Lucis. Prompto felt a little sick from all the traveling and his brain had been feeling foggy all day long; their guess was his body was working overtime in purging the drugs out of his system. The scientists at the lab loved to use more than the usual dosage in order to keep the lab rats lucid but sedated when they ran their tests; some even became addicted to the tranquilizers to numb the pain and their withdrawals were often violent.

With only the clothes on their back and minimal luggage, the adults did their best to help him feel better by keeping him hydrated and rubbed soothing circles on his back as he slept.

Even though they weren’t his real parents, they sure gave the comfort of one.

He felt dizzy with bittersweet recollections and felt himself slipping from consciousness. His head pounded like a jackhammer to his skull. He came into this world alone, so who’s to say he wouldn’t leave the same way?

Prompto expected to feel the hard ground slapping right onto the side of his body, only to feel a pair of warm arms instead.

“Whoa! Hey there!”

His head lulled from the motion and slowly reopened his eyes in a daze. He looked around in confusion and lightly groaned.

“You alright there?” his savior asked again. Finally looking up, he saw the face of a girl looking at him with worry.

“Y-Yeah...” he stuttered out.

Feeling the strength back in his legs, the lone gunslinger managed to stand back up on his own, only to waver. The girl caught him from behind on time.

“Okay. Let’s sit you down somewhere first.”

She supported him to the nearest bench and sat down beside him. Prompto thanked her again and held his temple. The sharp throbbing had yet to recede.

“Here.” His savior handed him a bottled water. “You’re probably dehydrated.” He mumbled a thanks and accepted her offer. “You’re... a hunter right?” she asked. “Yeah. How’d you know?” “I’ve seen you with Dave on a few occasions,” she explained. “And from time to time, Cor and the Amicitia siblings and…” She was snapping her fingers quickly, in hopes the sound would jog her memory. “What’s his name again…?”The girl lightly tapped her lips with her index finger, trying to recall the name. “Ignis Scientia,” Prompto answered for her. “Yes! Thank you.”

He looked at her with a small neutral smile paired with blue melancholy eyes, suddenly remembering what happened to the king’s adviser in Altissia. The usual chatty blond boy was quiet for once and cracked open the bottle and gulped down half of the clear liquid.

“Speaking of names…” he began, hoping to disrupt his train of thought before another panic episode rose up again. “I never got yours. Mine is Prompto.” “Oh!” She fidgeted with the tips of her hair before answering, embarrassed at her sudden lack of manners. “It’s (Y/N).” “Thank you, (Y/N)… I was in a tough spot back there.” “Heh, us humans gotta stick together in a time like this, right?” she replied with a beaming grin.

Her presence successfully quelled the raging dark thoughts inside his head.

“If you don’t mind my askin’… are you originally from here?”

(Y/N) lightly shook her head and looked downward with soft, sad eyes.

“Tenebrae…” “Oh.”

As abrupt and awkward the conversation went, the silence between the two strangers were anything but. It was as if the Astrals above asked her to appear at this moment to help him.

“Will you go back?” Prompto asked in a barely audible voice. “When the light returns?” “If it returns.” “You don’t think it will?” “The Lucian King’s been asleep for, what now, two years? Who’s to say he’ll reawaken?” “He will,” the blond strongly affirmed and tightened his grip on the water bottle. The plastic lightly crunched at his touch. “How can you be so sure?” “Noct’s not the type who likes to lose,” he answered with a light chuckle. “Even though he’d say otherwise.”

It was then (Y/N) realized who she was really talking to when the king’s name slipped so casually off of his tongue. Her eyes and mouth gradually widened and stuttered wordlessly.

“Yo-You’re… Kingsglaive.” “Not quite yet, but… I guess,” Prompto sheepishly replied and rubbed the back of his head. “O-Oh Six… Sorry. So sorry,” she hastily apologized as panic and anxiousness rose up from the pit of her stomach. “I didn’t mean to—” “It’s fine,” he dismissed with a small smile that never reached his eyes. “I’ve heard worse.”

(Y/N) awkwardly cleared her throat and looked off to the side. They remained quiet and stared off into the dark empty crater where Titan once stood with the Disc of Cauthess.

“Are you feeling any better?” she asked, with Prompto softly nodding. “The water really helped. Thanks,” he answered with a small, soft smile.

She quietly analyzed his features, trying to get a good read on him. He had a deep, melancholy glint in his ocean blue eyes with stardust freckles splayed across his cheeks. His leather outfit was lightly dusted with earth, his fingertips rough from usage of manual labor and fights. Her gaze then fell down to his other hand, where he was holding a camera.

“So what’s with the camera?” (Y/N) asked to change the topic. “Hm?” Prompto looked down at his hand to see the aforementioned item. “Oh. It’s one of my hobbies.” “Can you even get a decent shot of anything though?” she dubiously asked and lightly chuckled. “Eos isn’t exactly the best for lighting at the moment.” “I guess… It’s more of a keepsake of memories right now.” “Keepsake?” “When I was a kid, I had a lot of trouble recognizing and remembering things, like someone put a blindfold around my head,” he began softly with a nostalgic expression. “So when my 8th birthday came around, my parents bought me a camera as a present. And it just kinda stuck with me.” “Do you… have any pictures on there right now?” “Yeah.” His eyes suddenly lit up at the conversation like a kid on Christmas. “Would you like to see them?”

(Y/N) responded with an affirmative nod of her head and softly smiled.

“I dunno if you’ll like any of ‘em, to be honest,” Prompto shyly proclaimed with a small laugh. “It’s just pictures of me n’ my friends.”

He turned his camera on and started scrolling through all the shots he’d accumulated on his road trip with Noct, Gladio and Ignis. Picture after picture, curiosity got the best of her and started asking questions about the story behind every one, to which Prompto animatedly replayed the moments with his words. She then explosively chided him playfully on his selfies with gigantic monsters.

“Your life is not worth losing over a selfie!” she said aloud and pointed to the photo of a behemoth that loomed right behind his shoulder as he smiled with a carefree toothy grin. “But I didn’t die,” Prompto breezily replied with a casual smirk of his lips. “It’s nice you have friends at your side...” (Y/N) remarked. “Have you seen them lately?”

Prompto shook his head no.

“We made a pact... To get stronger on our own until Noct returns.” “Says the person who almost passed out from not drinking enough water,” (Y/N) teased, followed with a light chuckle from him. “Yeah, kinda need to remind myself of that to stay alive.”

(Y/N) dramatically sighed and shook her head with amusement while Prompto turned his camera off and pocketed it. He then looked back to her with a grateful look.

“Thank you, (Y/N)...” he gently said. “What for?” “Just being here. I was… in a bit of a rough spot before.” “Dehydration’ll do that to ya.”

The blond man dryly chuckled and agreed, not wanting to reveal what really went through his mind then as he rubbed the back of his neck. (Y/N) stretched her arms over her head and let out a stuttered grunt.

“Well, I gotta head back. Light’s aren’t gonna keep themselves on.” She stood up from the bench and turned back to Prompto. “You gonna be okay here?” “Y-yeah. I will.” “I’ll see you around, Prompto.”

She gave him a small smile and started walking back to the EXTERNIS power plant at the heart of the town. The blond gunslinger sighed aloud and lulled his head upward to the obsidian, starless sky again. For so long he’d been a drifter without a destination, all alone in the world.

Were it not for those two kind souls who took him in, he wouldn’t have had the strength to keep pushing on to find his waypoint.

And it came in the form of his friends, his brothers in arms.

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