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Okay so I’ve been pretty busy these weeks and I bet most of you can tell but I’ve had a ton of essays and then in my free week a friend came over and suddenly i'm a maid 24/7 but but I’m trying to do drafts and replies asap and of course feel free to message me if you want to plot or anything, especially my new followers who I haven’t had the chance to talk to!! i’ll reply asap i promise :)
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( @solsikkc )
The world is quiet and new to the young prince as darkness falls and stars glitter in the heavens, tempting him into their embrace. Sneaking out just isn’t something he does for fear of what might happen; but he’s never seen the sky like this or gardens so beautiful and non-metallic. His world is a room full of pictures and books peering out over a city run by metal and fuel. This is the first time the blonde has been anywhere other than his home and a chocobo farm and without knowing why he is drawn from the guest room and onto the soft grass below him.
It smells so fresh and clean he wants to lay down and roll in it, messing up the white nightgown he wears that drapes around his pale, slender, and freckled frame like a ghost. He drifts away from the balcony as if he is one, hurrying further into the garden and as far away from his personal guards as he can possibly be. The freedom causes both panic and elation inside him, his heart thrumming with his torn emotions; fear and unbridled joy. The air is cold, biting even, but so clean and new that the cold doesn’t bother as much as he thinks it normally would.
Bare feet pad quickly through the garden, racing further and further from the shackles now temporarily broken and left behind in a room he has never seen in his whole life. It’s all rushing through him like cold water and fire all at once, a bundle of confusion but he thinks he’s happy, he must be because he doesn’t stop until he hears footsteps. So caught up in his own world and his excitement it slipped past the young royal that there might be others about; that he could easily be discovered by their hosts.
He stops, freezing in place as sad blue eyes turn, glancing down the path and the breeze rippling through the fabric of his clothes. He stands in the middle of the rose garden in the cold and illuminated by the moon and the stars like an apparition as the figure of another young man emerges. He’s cloaked all in black, his hair even holding the deep color of the night and as if entranced by a spell Prompto cannot move, held in place until bright morning blue meets the sapphire of night.
“Who are you?” he breathes into the wind and fate jerks wildly into a direction as of yet unknown.
He feels the wind hit against his light black cloak. Mixed with his clothing and hair, the man could easily be mistaken in the night when compared to the dark landscape. Noctis is surprised nonetheless when he hears a soft voice call out and he can tell it was directed at him. He stays quiet for a second, his head moving down and looking at the floor, he can’t recognize who this person was, so should he really reveal his identity to him?
A smirk appears on his lips before he takes some steps closer to the light figure in front of him. “Well, who are you? What are you doing alone in the night?” Of course, he could be asked the same thing, but the blonde male seemed to be out of place in every way. The prince has never seen someone like him around, so where could he possibly come from? At least, he doesn’t seem to be dangerous, but he doesn’t want to let his guard down, he knows better.
Dark blue eyes inspect him with a combination of doubt and interest, but he doesn’t move an inch to keep a distance between the blond and him. “It can get dangerous out here, you know that right?” He could say so himself, but he knew how to fight in case anything happened. However, the other didn’t seem to be trained or aware of such things at all, he seemed more delighted at the scenery that his eyes took in. “You look like you’ve never seen the moon before.” This caused the prince to laugh and put his hands on his hips, his pose more relaxed than before. Maybe because he could slowly sense that this person was no danger.
His lips part as if to say something, with a little hesitation before the words leave his mouth. “I’m Noctis.” The dark-haired says, his eyes fixating into the others. “And you are?”
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( @lclty )
enjoying the slight breeze , the chef sat .
flipping through the pages of his novel , hamlet .
adjusting neatly placed glasses , emerald hues
gazed ‘pon the prince .
calm –&& collected adviser gave a nod in return ,
before a soft smile formed ‘pon mans lips .
‘ of course , noct . i’m honored to be the cook . truly . ’
Blue eyes fixated on the taller male, blinking with curiosity as he took a glimpse at the book cover that Ignis had in his hand, a huff leaving his soft lips. “What’s so interesting about that book? You could take a break from it and play King’s Knight with Prom and me, nobody is stopping you from playing with us you know” He smirks at the other, his hands resting behind his head. To think that Ignis had no problem reading these books with ease, maybe he should take a lesson from him.
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“Don’t hold it against me for sounding so soft but” He hesitates for a moment, rolling his eyes as he stands tall with his arms crossed over his chest. The dark haired boy lets a smile appear on his lips then. Ignis could sure use some compliments, even though he wouldn’t say so himself. “I appreciate you cooking for us, I don’t know what we would be without you”
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VILLAINOUS ATTRIBUTES
REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !
aggressive | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold / cold - hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | hard | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | manipulative | materialistic | mean | merciless | messianic | mistrusting | murderer | narrow - minded | obsessive | opinionated | overbearing | overcritical |over-emotional | over-thinking | patronizing | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-righteous | self-indulgent | serial killer | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful
TAGGED BY : @dragoonxdive (aw thanks for tagging! <3)
TAGGING : whoever wants to do it!! :)
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( @chocobosbutt )
“D .. Don’t look at me like that!” Prompto glares at Noctis’ smirk – or he tries to, anyway. His face feels hotter than the sun, Prompto has no doubt that the effect has been .. dulled somewhat. Also, Noctis is. Holding his hand. Prompto’s brain short-circuits for a quick second. He is holding hands. . with Noctis. Noctis is holding his hand??
>> Prompto.exe has stopped working. Reboot?
Use arrow keys to select a command.
>> [ Yes. ] >> No.
You have chosen to REBOOT Prompto.exe.
Please Wait… 3.. 2.. 1..
“I’m totally fine!” Prompto winces at the high-pitched, ruffled sound of his own voice. He clears his throat, takes a second, then; “I.. uh. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” He grimaces – he did just come out of nowhere with that kiss. “Sorry for coming at you like that.”
“Oh come on, it’s fun to see you like this” He laughs at his reaction and moves even closer to the blond, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as he inspected him. His freckles looked almost invisible under those red cheeks that he was trying so hard to hide. “Do I look uncomfortable to you?” He wasn’t, in fact, it was a rather pleasant surprise that he got there.
“I think we should do that again, don’t you think?” He teases, his lips almost touching Prompto’s aiming to get him to do something about it. “You were the one that gave me that kiss out of nowhere, after all, now it’s my turn.”
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( @dragoonxdive )
Aranea chuckled. “I talk with him too, you know. Even more than I do with you, because, I help him with cooking when I’m around.”She teased. She had insisted on the I, because she had learned that Noctis, Prompto and Gladio almost never helped Ignis, and she really didn’t understand how he could let them do that… maybe because the food wouldn’t be that great if they helped. She smiled once more at that thought. “Don’t misunderstand me. I do pranks. I just never did one with my helm. But I usually prank people I find annoying. It’s funnier for me.”
“Oh so you help him now? I guess that’s why the food is tasting so bad lately” he teased back, although if he was honest, the food tasted rather good, he would help them if only he didn’t love sleeping so much and his cooking didn’t suck that much. He was sure that Prompto nor Gladio would be good either, since they had no idea how to make food to save their life. “Will you look at that, I must keep an eye out for you in that case” he chuckled at the mere thought, shaking his head.
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( @innfide )
“I can’t imagine what made you come to that conclusion, Noct, but I do hope you’ll allow me to continue being the designated chef.” He’s ridiculously pleased at the praise, standing up just that bit straighter because of it, and there’s a warm smile now curving his lips as he regards Noct. “However, shall I take your words as a subtle hint to prepare the remainders of the fish you’ve caught this afternoon?”
“I’d never have it any other way.” Well, as long as Ignis was the chef, everything would go well. Noctis could definitely not cook for his own life. “Well, maybe...” He shrugs at the question, trying to hold back a smile as he looks back at the older man. “You know you always make the best dishes, it’d be a shame not to leave it to you, wouldn’t it?”
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( @dragoonxdive )
Aranea chuckled once more. “Oh, you’re a young boy. At 20, mature people, like Four-Eyes, could be mature, but you… Well, you still have to work for that.” She teased with another laugh. However, she still BELIEVED what she was saying. Noctis was a king now, and he didn’t really seem to realize it. Fishing and playing video games seemed more interesting for him, but a king certainly couldn’t do that all night long. “It’s fun to scare people when it’s unplanned. And I don’t want to kill Shortcake either.”
“Hey, that’s not true, I’m as mature as him. What makes you think I’m not?” That’s obviously not the impression he wanted to give, but deep down he knew that Ignis was more mature, he even had to keep an eye out for him most of the time. Maybe Aranea wasn’t that wrong. He couldn’t help himself though, he just wanted to live life as he could. Being king was certainly not an easy task. “Oh come on, have you never pranked anyone? Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it because I won’t believe it.” He chuckles and crosses his arms. “You sure have the opportunity to.”
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—TAKE YOUR TIME, DON’T BE AFRAID,
YOU HOLD THE MIGHTIEST WEAPON OF ALL.
indie, private sora,
adored by gina.
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lmao rip me and my shit ton of college work, getting to replies soon!
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( @dragoonxdive )
Aranea chuckled. If he was starting to make JOKES with her, it was probably because he tolerated her presence a bit more. And that was a good thing, because she was coming more and more often slaying daemons with them, and then chilling at their campfire. “You know, prince charming, maybe my helm is meant to scare young boys like you.” She teased back. She had really liked its design when she had first saw it. She was a dragoon, and she almost looked like one with it.
He scoffed mostly to himself, shaking his head at the other “I’m not a young boy, I’m already twenty years old, not a child anymore.” He had to be mature in a position like his, but really, he still had a lot of work to do and he knew Aranea had qualities that could teach him in the long run, maybe that’s something to appreciate her for. “Don’t think you could scare me even if you wanted to, but you could go for Prompto if you really like scaring people.”
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( @chocobosbutt )
Prompto, too, relaxes into the warm feeling of Nocts’ mouth on his, the fingers cupping his cheek, before his brain catches up with his actions. He shoves Noctis’ away, his face bright red, because Prompto did not mean to do that. It had been a long day, and when he saw Noctis back at camp, face scrunched up in a rare, futile attempt to ward off sleep, Prompto just … did something that came completely naturally to him, without thinking; kissed him.
Oh Gods, Prompto’s heart sinks into his stomach, he buries his cherry-red face in his hands, I can’t believe I did that.
He feels comfortable with the kiss, his eyes widening in surprise when he is shoved away. He didn’t know what had caused Prompto to do that all of a sudden, but he can notice hints of redness in his cheeks. “Are you... okay?” He asks, coming closer yet again and raising his eyebrow at the other. “Why did you push me away?” I was enjoying it.
He lets out a soft sigh and holds Prompto’s hand in his, staring at the other as he smirks at his flustered expression.
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( @dragoonxdive )
“Oh, come on. Maybe prince charmless would be more accurate. But I won’t change your nickname, sorry dear.” Aranea teased with a small chuckle. They didn’t really know each other, and the prince was always so GRUMPY when she was around. It just made things funnier, and she kind of liked to fight daemons by the guys’ side, even if she would never tell them. “But maybe I don’t want people to see behind the mask. Maybe I love being scary.” She chuckled once more. Did he really was scared of her ? Probably not. But the thought was still fun.
“Fine, whatever makes you sleep at night I guess.” The male rolls his eyes, only to return the chuckle soon after. Noctis had yet to get comfortable around her, and maybe this was the best chance he had at doing so. After all, she had proven to be pretty clever with her skills. “Sadly for you, I don’t fear you. I fear your helm more, it looks like you made it out of a daemon itself.” He teased, of course he wasn’t scared of her, he could even come to appreciate her with time.
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( @chocobosbutt )
Prompto stands above Noctis, gun level at this impostors head. His finger feels heavy on the trigger – it’s not just a gun in his hands, but the weight of a life. Not even a single life – this is the Astrals’ chosen; the weight of the world, even.
Prompto swallows, previous confidence in Noctis’ identity wavering. This guy is already on his knees, clearly badly wounded by the amount of blood staining his shirt. Prompto … could probably flee successfully. He doesn’t need more blood on his hands, especially not – Noctis’.
A sob chokes the breath out of Prompto, and he turns away, highly doubtful that Not?Noctis will be able to get up any time soon, never mind actually attacking him.
Breath leaving his chest in a shudder of emotion, Prompto clenches his fists and walks toward the exit, determined to find the real Noctis and escape this, this cursed place.
One thought flickers through his mind – he has to save Noctis’. Even if Noct’ actually hates him when he sees him, Prompto can’t let anyone stay trapped in those red lights steel bars pinning him down –
Prompto has to save Noctis, even if it’s the last thing he does.
Meanwhile, the real Noctis was trapped in a dark room, with only a pale lightbulb as a source of light. The room was hidden in the place and the only way the prince could be freed was by letting a machine read Prompto’s barcode, it seemed like someone had planned this all along and did all of this on purpose to hurt Prompto as much as they could.
The boy hugs his knees, trembling at how cold the icy metal felt against his skin. There were no windows and he felt like he would go insane if he had to be there for more hours. He couldn’t remember how he ended up here, he only remembered saving Prompto, then everything went black and he was trapped in the room all of a sudden.
He wasn’t sure the boys would come back for him, sure, he knew they would search for him, but would they succeed? He barely knew where he was himself.
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