#A GOOD AMOUNT OF HIS PICTURES ARE OF GLADIO

[aeniqmata]

NAME OF YOUR MUSE: Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, The Chosen King

ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE:

TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

Noctis is not very strong when it comes to his immune system. He’s sure to keep himself healthy, but after being infected with the StarScourge and all the troubles he’s had, sickness is drawn to him. As such he’s a clean freak to a point. He’s not a germaphobe, but he makes sure his person is clean.

Noctis is far smarter than they portray in the game. Yes he is young and slacks off, but he is a prince. He has received one of the single most impressive schoolings in the whole of Insomnia, if not the world. Ignis is smarter than he is, but they tend to specialize in different things.

THREE THINGS THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

Listening to the world. Often times he sleeps, but sometimes he is just listening to how different things are around him. Outside the city is far different than what he is used to, and just listening to what the people who live out here worry about is interesting to him. Noctis is also a quiet guy, shy to a fault and tends not to speak much. So he still listens to his friends talk around him a bit more than he himself speaks.

Listening to music. Noctis has learned to play a few different instruments, one of the only things he could do when sitting in a wheelchair for hours on end. Piano is one he’d love to play again, but given he can only carry what he had on him, listening to it and imagining what it would be like to play it is all he can manage while on the road.

Fishing. For obvious reasons as it gives him a way to relax, but its one thing that he has to remember his father by. They went fishing when he was little, and though they spent less and less time together as he got older, on his or his father’s birthdays they would go fishing. Being able to do it now reminds him of his father. Its a coping mechanism for him.

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES/CONSIDERS AS IMPORTANT:

Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto are three. These three hold him together and keep him happy, and they are some of the only people he had left. When their home is burning and they are on the run from Nifs and Lucians alike, Noctis would ask them if they wanted out of their Crownsguard service. Their adamant refusal to abandon him is something he will never forget.

Regis was a very obviously important person to him. As his father and one of the only people that cared for him when he was a cripple, and believed that he would recover, the man meant far more to him than he could ever speak of. Hearing that he died in the fall of Insomnia left a hole in his heart that will never be filled by anyone else.

Cindy and Cid are two people that he does care greatly for, Cid like the grandfather he never had and Cindy a dear friend that he would absolutely give anything to keep safe. She’s kind and has done nothing but try to help them with anything they needed. The two have given him a whole lot when he had nothing.

Cor is a like a gift from his father, one last thing to keep him safe and help him in his new rule. The marshal is someone he knows he can call on when he has no course of action left, and will support him if he needs it.

Luna, while not someone he cares for romantically, she is much like a sister to him. She and her brother Ravus do mean the world to him, even though it was technically his fault that they lost her mother, he would never want to fight them like he had to with Ravus. Luna’s death is a harsh blow that he doesn’t recover from quickly. He wasn’t fast enough, and that is why she died, in his mind at least.

ONE OR TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS:

Not saying a proper good bye to his father before he left. It was the last time he saw him, and he didn’t live much longer after that. What he wouldn’t give to go back and give his father a hug and tell him just how much he meant.

Going out to catch fireflies. It would have saved his father no small amount of worry and stress. Even after he woke back up, he was subjected to his father’s care and attention more so than his duties perhaps allowed.

TWO PHOBIAS/FEARS YOUR MUSE HAS:

Failure. Letting down everyone that depends on him. Being a poor king. Letting the world fall into darkness because he dies before he can solve the issues that he was born to solve.

Abandonment. His father is dead. His mother is dead. Most of those who helped shape him into the person he is today are dead. The few that he have left mean so much to him, and he’s worried that they might find him lacking in some way and leave him. It is part of the reason he works so hard to ensure they are always happy.

#( hc — noctis )

[writtenxbeginnings]

It had been a long few weeks. Crownsguard Training had been kicking Prompto's ass, not that he would change it for anything. It was all he had considered doing, since getting as close to Noctis as he did. It only made sense, after all. But it hurt, each day giving him more bruises and banged up shins than he had ever experienced in his life - and he was bullied for a good amount of his childhood. When all he wanted to do was go to his apartment and sleep, he knew that it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to his friends, and it wasn't fair to Gladio. Besides, Prompto wanted to see the Shield.

He had started to read some of his boyfriends romance books, still not fully sold on what he was already reading, but it had given the blonde an idea. It had took a few days of revisions, but he had delivered the letter this morning, asking Ignis if he would mind passing it along since he wouldn't see Gladio till tomorrow, and the advisor easily accepted. A small part of the teen felt bad about deceiving his friend, but it had to be done for his.... plan.

That was what found him then at his Noct's apartment, fidgeting where he sat at the kitchen table. He wanted to be a little more brave, but he supposed doing this at all in the first place showed that he was at least attempting to be more forward. RIght? It was when he heard the jingle of keys outside the front door, heard the latch sliding open to allow it to open, that he finally stilled, hands resting on his knees as he took one deep breath. Then another. When the door opened, he let the breath out, and waited.

The Letter Below

'Gladio - I thought about you last night, when I was trying to sleep. I couldn't fall asleep, couldn't relax, so my mind wandered. It started to think about your mouth, and the way that it felt on my skin. I imagined you kissing up my neck, your hand resting on my thigh. I thought of your fingers and the magic that you had to have, the way they hit every spot just right. I wanted to think of more, but I made myself wait. It was so uncomfortable, Gladdy, but I went to bed like that. Instead I thought about what I'd do the next day. Today.

I thought about asking Noct to stay at his old rooms in the citadel, saying I had something planned for you that required not being at your dad's house, or my parents dingy little apartment. I thought about getting their before you and sitting at the table, waiting for you to walk in the door, knowing you had read this letter, saw the picture that I tucked in with it as a visual guide (this is me after all!). I thought about the way you'd get here and pull me from the chair, the way you'd notice that I was already hard in my shorts. I imagined the way you'd throw me up against the wall, pinning me with your hips as you marked up my neck.

Let's just say there's a lot that I'm imagining, big guy. I guess it's up to you to decide if my thoughts are good enough or if you can do better. ;)

~ Blondie'

#( Prompto RP; ) #( maybe just a drabble? I dunno but he wanted me to write this. But I s2g if you make it a thread bitch you better not match the length on #( Have fun ) #ruinedbycatastrophe #( or just general Gladio muses ) #ffxv rp #( nsfw; )

[taizi]

(I feel like I should finish your prompt first but. These ones are so good....feel free to ignore if you have too many asks but 29 or 33 with chocobros...?

PROMPTS LIST

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

ik i just did this one for natsuyuu but...........chocobros

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They're somewhere in Duscae, near enough to the coast that each breeze carries a hint of the sea, on another errand for another stranger to scrape together enough gil to eat tonight.

They've stopped at the last little roadside cluster of shops before the countryside stretches far and wide and wild, stocking up on what meager supplies they can afford.

Noctis has never lived this way before. He's never gone to bed hungry before. Neither has Gladio or Ignis, for all their world-weariness and the general practical knowledge and common sense they walk around with that far surpasses Noctis' own.

Ignis can budget with the best of them, and Gladio is willing to eat literally anything at any time, but Prompto is the one who gets it.

He chats at length about all the times he's had to get creative with pasta or rice because it was all that was left in his pantry. Back in high school, when he could only work part-time. When someone should have been taking care of him, and instead he was left to figure out how to stretch a tiny budget much farther than made sense.

"Come on, Iggy," he said once when they were out shopping, half-laughing. Like he thought Ignis was joking. "Fresh produce? We've got like a hundred gil between the four of us and we're totally out of restoratives."

And Ignis paused, and glanced sidelong at him. He put back the crisp, flowery vegetables and pulled out his little notebook and asked for suggestions instead. It took Prompto a few minutes to convince himsef that Ignis was taking him seriously, but now they like, bond over canned fruit.

"I'm gonna kill this catoblepas with my bare hands," Gladio says with feeling, leaning against the car. "I'm so godsdamned sick of pasta. Don't tell Iggy I said that."

Noctis rolls an energy drink between his hands absently, brow furrowed. It's tricky business, and he's not very good at it just yet, but home-made elixirs save them a ton of gil. He feels guilty when they have to spend their money on something he should be able to do himself.

"I'm telling him," he says without missing a beat. "He'll never forget, and he'll give you shit every single time you make cup noodles from now on, forever."

"I can't stand you," Gladio tells him seriously.

The bell above the door of the convenience store rings brightly, and Noctis glances up to see Ignis and Prompto walking out looking a lot more cheerful than they did going in.

Gladio's face does something very subtle and specific when he sees them, there and gone in a second, before Noctis can pin it down and figure it out.

"What are you two chucklefucks up to?" he calls over. Ignis immediately narrows a disapproving stare at him, but Prompto beams.

"I got a commission, sort of!" he says.

"A commission?" Noctis parrots, sending the energy drink back to the Armiger.

"Sort of?" Gladio adds.

"While we were checking out, the store-owner saw my camera, and seemed really into it," Prompto says. "Since, you know. It's unique."

Noctis does know. The digital camera hanging at Prompto's side has been with him since Noctis first bought it for him three years ago. He would rebuild it every so often, bowed over a collection of impossibly tiny parts spread out carefully across a dish towel at the kitchen table in Noctis' apartment. To call it unique is a bit of an understatement.

Gladio frowns, sensing where this is going a split-second before Noctis does. "And?"

"And he offered me money for it! Like, more than it's worth probably. A lot more."

"I don't see how that could be possible," Ignis says smoothly, leaning through the open window of the Regalia to put the shopping bag in the backseat. "Since your camera is clearly priceless. Which is what I explained to the man."

Noctis relaxes, glad that Ignis and Prompto have bonded over shopping to the point that neither of them want to do it unless they can go together-- because if Prompto had been in there by himself, he 100% would have sold his camera. He would have hated to do it, but he would have done it. It's like he thinks he owes his friends something just for letting him exist.

"Good looking out, Specs," Gladio says gruffly. Prompto waffles a bit, looking torn between pleased and embarrassed. Noctis decides to rescue him.

"What commission, though?" he asks.

"Oh, right. Well, he was kind of bummed about the camera, but he asked if he could see some of my photos, and Ignis said we had time-- "

If it were literally anyone else, Noctis thinks, up to and including and especially the Actual Crown Prince, Ignis would have said they were in a hurry and not to show off.

"--and he seemed really impressed! With the photos! I told him we were going to take down a catoblepas, and he asked why, and I said for some cash, I mean, clearly," Prompto adds, gesturing at the four of them and their general road grime. "So he, ah-- well he's never seen a catoblepas up close before, and he said if I could get some good pictures of it, he'd pay me for them. He gave me a figure, and it's, like, better than some of the jobs I've done for Vyv."

He's delighted, clearly. He likes feeling like he's pulling his own weight. Noctis is always so relieved when Vyv calls, not because of the inherent payday, but more because it puts this light in Prompto's eyes that Noctis would easily climb a hundred volcanic mountains for.

"Damn, Prompto, at this rate you'll have funded our whole trip," Gladio says. He doesn't ruffle his hair anymore, because Prompto actually hates that, just sort of scrunches his fingers through it instead. Prompto doesn't hate that at all. It's adorable.

Sometimes in the early morning, when he and Noctis are the last to drag themselves out of the tiny camper, they'll do their affirmations together:

"Gotta be our best today," Noctis will say, and Prompto will put on this absurdly determined expression, bed hair hanging into his eyes and cheek still creased pink from the pillow.

"Gotta get those hair scrunches," he'll reply gravely.

"What else did he say, Prompto?" Ignis says in a pleasant tone of voice that Noctis hasn't trusted since he was seven years old.

"Um! Nothing. Nothing worth repeating, anyway, you know." He is looking completely away from them now, an avoidance tactic if Noctis has ever seen one. "Woah, is that really the time? We better get going if we wanna catch that cow before it gets dark!"

He turns toward the car and runs into Gladio's arm instead.

"He suggested that Prompto's talents would be put to better use in different company," Ignis says, his voice carrying clearly over Prompto's whine of 'nooo, Iggy, let it go.' "He said that if Prompto ever got tired of our lifestyle, his door would be open."

Ah, Noctis thinks, followed by, ouch?

"Oh, fuck that guy," Gladio blurts. "Let me go talk to him."

"No!" Prompto clings to his arm, throwing all his weight into keeping Gladio in place. The Shield, who could bench Prom's entire body weight in one hand, lets himself be detained anyway and pretends to be annoyed about it. "Ignis, why are you causing trouble right now?" Prompto says frantically.

"Transparency is important in a relationship," Ignis replies.

"There's transparency and then there's causing trouble. Noct, tell them."

"I think Gladio should go talk to him," Noctis says immediately. But then Prompto looks betrayed, and it makes Noctis feel awful. "Ugh, okay. Okay. We're leaving. Ignis, Gladio, that's an executive order."

"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" Gladio grumbles.

"Am I-- yes, dude!" Prompto half-laughs nervously. "Very sure!"

"What if I just broke his nose a little?"

"Then that would be treason, I guess, cause Noct just said no."

It's with the standard amount of bickering and noise that they climb into the car, the top rolling up over their heads as it starts to drizzle. Ignis pulls smoothly back onto the cracked asphalt road and reaches over to turn the radio on; a peace offering. From the backseat, Noctis can see the corner of Prompto's smile, framed by a flyaway piece of yellow hair.

They live this way now, but they didn't always. Noctis used to have the run of the whole Citadel, had his own penthouse apartment, grew up dodging banquets and lavish dinners. It's not like he likes sleeping on the ground and having nothing to eat. It's not like he chose to lose his home.

But it could be worse. It's not a bad way to live, just Noctis and the people he loves best and these countless hours together. There's a lot of hard work and sometimes he goes to bed hungry but he knows he'll remember these days forever. He knows he'll miss them.

"Hey," he says, over the quiet sound of rain on the windows and the catchy synth-pop crooning out of the speakers. "Don't ever sell your camera, okay?"

Prompto says, "I mean, I wouldn't ever want to."

"Seriously," Noctis presses. He doesn't want to let it go. It feels important. "Your pictures are-- they mean the world to me, Prom. I can't even tell you."

His friend looks bewildered. He's half-turned in his seat, and his eyes stray to Gladio, then jump to Ignis, then settle back on Noctis. Whatever he's looking for, he seems to find it, because he smiles.

"Okay, weirdo," he says, "one fully-documented roadtrip, coming up. I won't leave anything out."

Noctis is counting on it.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #chocobros #polyship roadtrip #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #noctis lucis caelum #my writing #prompt #owletstarlet #ffxv fic #irrelevant but i listened to willow by twsift on repeat while writing this so thats like. the vibe

[nothing-but-dreamy]

DRUNK CONFESSION

Pairing: Gladio x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.367

Warnings: none, fluff

Synopsis: After a night in Lestallum's nightlife, yn makes an unplanned confession.

Laughing and swaying, Yn bumped into Gladio as they were on their way back to the hotel 'Leville'. She giggled as she bounced back from his solid body. Gladio held her steady with his hands on her small shoulders before she would trip over, "You belong into your bed, sweetheart.", he chuckled, amused how yn tried to get a clearer mind by shaking her head.

"No... I'm fine...", she mumbled and looked up at the huge King's Shield. Suddenly, she stopped giggling. She stared into Gladio's eyes and into his face, taking in every inch as if she saw him for the very first time, "Why are you so damn beautiful.", yn said low, sounding more sober than minutes ago.

Shaken with surprise, Gladio raised his brows, "W-what?"

"You're beautiful. Sure, you're also sexy, tall, handsome, all this but also so god damn beautiful with your amber eyes, your soft brown hair, your perfect lips."

Insecurely, Gladio chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. It was one thing to be confident about oneself but it was something different if someone else was so straight forward mostly when it was yn who wasn't known for such outbreaks, "Come on, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying.", Gladio said laughing, trying to push yn softly into the right direction.

But she stopped and stemmed herself against his moves, "I'm serious, Gladio.", she slurred, "You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen. And then, you're also so nice and sweet and strong. You're the epitome of walking perfection."

"Thank you very much. We-"

"I understand why you're so successful with women. Although, if I think about it now, there were barely any new trophies by your side recently. Why's that? Why are you going out for drinks with me instead of having fun with some ladies?"

"Come, we bring you to bed."

"And my questions?", yn asked stubbornly.

"Here's the deal: if you go to bed now and you can still remember this weird conversation later, I will answer the questions. Alright?"

"Deal. And don't think you can escape me easily.", yn said serious, stumbling forward.

"Yeah, I fear I can't.", Gladio whispered concerned.

***

The next morning, yn sneaked out of her room she shared with Iris to go down the hallway in search of Gladio. The door of the boy's room was already open. Prompto sat on his bed with crossed legs and checked the pictures he had made the day before.

"Hey, Prompt. Where's Gladdy?"

"He said something about the panorama view spot. I guess he wants to see the meteor in the morning light. Would be a nice motive tho..."

"Thanks."

"Hey, uhm... Is everything alright between you and him?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't it be?", Yn asked confused.

"Well...", Prompto said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Prompt, spit it out."

"He was unusually quiet as he came back. And I guess, he had barely slept considering the dark circles and the grumpy mood."

"Oh... I'll go and check on him."

***

As yn found Gladio, he leant against the handrail, supporting himself with his arms and letting his eyes wander over the view. Slowly, she approached him and for the first time, she wasn't sure how things were between them, "Good morning.", she said softly and watched how Gladio stiffened by the sound of her voice.

"Morning.", he answered low.

She stopped next to him, copying his posture while looking over the scene. The view was indeed incredible. As he stayed silent, she knew she had to start, "Prompt said you haven't slept. Was it because of my ... confession last night?", she asked softly and watched how Gladio pressed his jaw together while he kneaded his hands.

"You still remember that, huh?", he asked low, avoiding her eyes.

"Yeah... I mean, I was the one who had said all these things and I... Even if I drink very, very much, I barely forget something. Boon and bane of me.", yn explained, "I also remember my questions about your ladies or rather ... the absence of ladies. I... Look, I want to apologize. I shouldn't have asked all these things about your private life."

"And all the other things? About my appearance?", Gladio asked, turning his head towards her but still not looking into yn's eyes.

"Sorry, big guy, I meant them. All of it. Maybe I wouldn't have blurted them out if I hadn't been drunk or... wouldn't have said them at all, but... I won't take them back. I really meant them. I guess, your ego can handle that because you're used to such compliments."

Gladio nodded but stayed silent.

"But like I said it's not me to judge whom you meet or not. So, I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me.", Yn said and as he still stayed silent, she decided to leave him alone to give him some space and time.

"It's because of you.", Gladio said low.

"W-what?"

"That there aren't any 'ladies' around me.", Gladio said, copying her choice of words, "That's because of you. And no, no one called me beautiful before. At least, not as you did."

"Wait a sec! What do you mean with "it's because of me"? I haven't done anything!"

"You didn't have to. I developed feelings for you therefore, I already spend time with the lady I prefer the most."

"Gladio, I... I had no idea."

"And that's how it should be. You shouldn't feel obliged and I didn't want to make it awkward between us."

"You mean awkward like right now?"

"Yeah... I mean, I would lie if I say I wouldn't feel flattered about your compliments but...you were drunk-"

"You know what they say: children and fools tell the truth.", yn said and closed up on Gladio who looked at the ground. Never before, she had seen this big guy so intimidated and insecure, "Gladio, I really meant every single word. And I... I could imagine more between us than just a friendship. I just never thought I would be your type."

Gladio shook his head and chuckled while he stepped forward, taking one of her hands in his, drawing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, "So, we both want more and neither of us said something?"

"I did say something yesterday! Maybe we should have gone out earlier...", yn considered thoughtfully while tapping her lips with her index finger.

Gladio cupped her face with his free hand, craning her head up to meet his eyes, "And maybe we should just kiss?"

"Better idea, big guy.", Yn said with a bright smile. She got on her tiptoes to reach his lips while Gladio bent down to kiss her softly. Quickly, the kiss became stronger and yn flung her arms around his neck while Gladio embraced her waist to bring her closer and to cherish the moment that increased his heartbeat...

"Yes! Finally! Ahhh!"

Startled by the sudden turmoil, Gladio and yn separated and turned over to the source of the noise. They saw Prompto, Noctis and Ignis lying tangled together on the ground with Iris on top of them who smiled from ear to ear triumphantly, "I almost thought you two would never come together. It took you two ages!"

"What to the biting Sabertusk is going on here?", Yn called out, chuckling and watching how her friends got slowly back on their feet.

While Noctis and the others tried to clean their clothes from the dust, Iris ran towards yn and embraced her strongly, "Finally! You two are perfect together.", the small bubbly girl said giggling.

While yn embraced Iris back, she saw an exchange of Gil between the boys. Noctis and Ignis gave a small amount of money to Prompto. Prompto, grinning from ear to ear, counted the money while Noctis stood there with crossed arms, "One more month and I would have won.", the prince muttered.

"Don't worry, your highness, next time, I will ask you for permission.", Yn said chuckling.

Gladio stepped forward, placing his hand on yn's shoulder, "Next time?", he asked with one raised brow but with a smirk on his lips.

Yn looked up, "Just kidding.", she said with a wink.

#gladiolus x reader #final fantasy gladiolus #episode gladiolus #ffxv gladio #gladiolus amiticia #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy #final fantasy imagines #fandoms #fandom love #writing #female reader

[lune-hime]

We All Fall Down (Chocobros x f!Reader)

For those times when clumsiness gets the best of us. 

↞Noctis↠

“Noctis, how did the two of you get up there?” Regis inquired, already mentally preparing himself for the absurd situation the prince was about to relay. Seeing his son and his fiancee dangling from one of the Citadel’s many spires was not what the King had pictured his Tuesday afternoon would look like.

“Y/N and I bet each other that the other wouldn’t be able to get from the throne room to the training room blindfolded.” Noctis stated as if it was a normal activity that young people did in their free time. The disappointed, but not surprised, look on Regis’ face made Noctis hesitant to continue.

“Y/N might have fallen a couple stories off a balcony before I warped to catch her.” Noctis grimaced and gave a cautionary look down to his father.

“But I’m okay!” You chimed in as cheerful as ever. Throwing the King an enthusiastic wave caused Noctis’ grip on the spire to falter. Both you and the prince screeched in fear, your holds tightening around one another.

“Do you need help getting down?” Regis offered, cringing slightly when Nocts’ arm began to quiver.

“No.” The Prince spat with a childish pout. It was like a toddler arguing with his overworked father. It would have been an endearing interaction to observe if you were not hanging precariously from the side of a building.

Regis deadpanned before shaking his head and smiling.

“Get down quickly, then. I was going to treat the two of you to ice cream.” He nagged playfully, turning on his heels. He didn’t get more than five steps before a resounding crash sounded on the walkway behind him. Turning his head, he was met with entangled limbs and pained groans.

The laughter that boomed from the King’s dignified frame shocked the two who were recovering from their fall. You and Noctis exchanged wide eyes before bursting into laughter yourselves. When you caught up to Regis, he placed an arm around each of you as you walked back into the Citadel, the sunlight warm on your backs.

If you thought you had escaped the dad lecture about how to navigate a castle safely, you would be wrong.

↞Prompto↠

Letting a bunch of Crown City High School sophomores loose on a chocobo ranch screamed chaos from the beginning. After the scheduled tour of the facilities and getting an in depth lecture on the intricate process of chocobo breeding, the children were set free to roam about the premises. For the more fearless students, free and lets say,  too casual  chocobo lessons were open. Too casual meaning unsupervised while the handler took a smoke break.

Naturally, you and Prompto were the most willing participants out of your friend group.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it!” You shouted to the blonde boy leaning excitedly on the arena’s fence as you trotted around the dirt pen.

“Yeah, you look great-Y/N!” Prompto didn’t have time to finish his compliment before he was vaulting over the fence towards your crumpled form. The chocobo had thrown you from its back so quickly that he didn’t have time to process the situation until you had already flopped ungracefully on the ground.

Placing his hands on your shoulders, he frantically turned you over to check for a concussion. The wind had been knocked out of you but other than that you looked unharmed. You sat there dazed for a few moments propped against his embrace before giggles bubbled from your chest.

“I wanna go again!” You exclaimed happily, seemingly unphased that your head had just fallen short of the bird’s powerful kick.

“How about we go visit the babies, huh?” He gently coaxed, eyeing the annoyed bird. It ruffled its plumage and squawked angrily as the two of you waddled out of the pen and towards the petting barn. All the while he couldn’t stop thinking how simultaneously alarming and cute your reaction was.

↞Ignis↠

“Stay awake, dear.” Ignis hummed in a low tone. The tour of the newly developed shopping complex had commenced once again and your group was now on the move towards the food court. Your head lazily dropped from where it rested on Ignis’ shoulder, snapping you back into reality.

“Huh? I was just resting my eyes.” You bluffed, briskly slapping your cheeks to bring some alertness into your veins. Ignis shook his head slightly as your group came to another stop.

“Why did you bring me on this again?” You stifled a yawn as one of the businessmen threw you a dirty look through his monocle. Hiding your tiredness with a cough you smiled awkwardly until he returned his gaze to the tour guide.

“It was  you  who insisted on coming, I told you to sleep in this morning.” Ignis whispered cheekily. The two of you were representing the Citadel in this group of stuffy conglomerates scouting for new business ventures. You decided to come, the nosy person you were, despite your exceptional exhaustion. Being a college student and a member of the Crownsguard was not recommended if you wanted to get a decent amount of sleep and graduate at the same time.

“Couldn’t bear spending an hour without me, hmm?” Ignis slyly poked you in the side, an amused smile on his lips. Huffing, you nudged him back playfully. Ignis was about to retaliate when the monocle man cleared his throat rather aggressively. It seemed you were disturbing his learning environment.

“And now we will make our way to the next floor.” The guide announced, his crisp tone filling the open space of the vacant mall.

Ignis ascended onto the escalator first, allowing you to rest your head on his back. You could care less if you got a makeup stain on his freshly pressed suit vest, any second you got to stare at the inside of your eyelids felt like pure bliss.

You had not anticipated for the ride to be so short and you didn’t have time to adjust to the absence of your headrest when he stepped off the escalator. Flailing like a fish, your face almost said hello to the tile when a strong grip on your waist held you up and pushed you, albeit clumsily, off the moving steps.

Regaining your composure you automatically thanked Ignis for catching your fall. Only, Ignis was in front of you and there was a hand still on your stomach. Slowly craning your neck back to see your savior, you saw yourself in the reflection of a polished golden monocle. An undignified squeak left your mouth as you jumped out of the man’s arms.

The man with the monocle scowled at you and clicked his tongue under his bristly peppered mustache. Heat rose to your cheeks and you sputtered a small thank you as he gruffly brushed past Ignis to rejoin the rest of the tour.

Ignis bit his lip to stifle his impending laughter. He needed to stay professional after all. He held out his arm to you, which you graciously took, and hid your face behind his sleeve until the embarrassment had washed itself from your cheeks.

↞Gladiolus↠

“And then Cindy almost punched the guy in the mouth because he was getting a little to handsy but I managed to thro-WHOA.” Your rambling was cut short by your ankle twisting haphazardly as you padded down the sunbaked steps of Lestallum’s main street. The steaming hot styrofoam of the Cup Noodles in your hand consequently went flying out of your grasp as you scrambled to collect your floundering form.

Expecting to see the horrendous sight of your freshly brewed noodles splattered on the pavement like the scene of a murder, you were pleasantly surprised when it was intact in Gladio’s hand.

“You okay?” He asked, placing the noodles on the stairs. He crouched down to look at your ankle. You nodded, giving it a few rolls. “Yeah, I’m good. What about your hand? Did it get burned?” You prodded, gently bringing his hand that held your cup noodles to your eye level.

“Nah it’s fine. My hand just smells like ramen now.” He chuckled.

“Now it's beefy, just like you.” You smiled cheekily, snatching your noodles from his grasp in a fluid movement. You skipped down the remaining stairs, leaving him to smile fondly before quickly catching up and squeezing your side, your combined giggles meshing with the subtle buzzing of the power-plant.

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Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter XVIII

A/n: As you may know, I don't do lemons. However, I don't mind doing spicy scenes. Hopefully I'm somewhat good at writing such scenes to add some more intimate moments in this series. Love you all!!! ••••••••••••••••••••

After securing rooms at the Leville, the group searched the city for Maagho. With help from some strangers, they hopped aboard a gondola and traveled the canals of Altissia until they arrived at their destination. Walking into the bar, they were greeted by the man behind the counter. "Welcome to Accordo, lass and lads. Cid mentioned you'd be dropping in. Weskham Armaugh, as you've gathered. Never would've expected you boys to be traveling with a guardian."

(Y/n) tensed slightly. She knew not everyone was welcoming to her kind and some would even shun them. "I hope I'm not unwanted."

The man shook his head, placing the glass he was cleaning down on the countertop. "Nonsense, my lady. Spirits are welcome here. In fact, a couple of my regulars are guardians."

The girl was relieved to hear she was welcomed at Maagho. Her tense muscles relaxed as she wandered around the bar, admiring its layout and peaceful atmosphere while Noctis chatted with Weskham. She found herself near the canal, looking out towards the beautiful city. It's been months since she and the others had been in such a large city.

The view was breathtaking and she was itching to explore. She tilted her head slightly, watching a gondola drift by with a couple on it. She immediately looked away when they began kissing each other. She placed a hand over her mouth, gobsmacked at how the couple didn't care who saw them kiss.

Suddenly, (Y/n) dropped her hand from her mouth and jumped slightly when she felt someone poke her side. Looking to her left, she spotted the culprit smiling at her. "I thought you'd be chatting with Weskham, Prom."

"The guys can handle that. Just wanted to see how you're doing," Prompto said.

"I'm great. The need to explore is becoming overwhelming and I'm itching to see what all Altissa has to offer."

"Me too! I am so gonna blow up my camera with pictures while we're here. I probably should've brought an extra memory card..." He looked across the canal for a second before crossing his arms behind his head. He tapped the heel of his right boot against the ground. "So, about our date..."

"What about it?" She inquired.

"Since the sun's already setting, how does tomorrow sound?"

"Sounds fine to me. Guess we'll "wing it"," the girl giggled.

"Aw, yeah! We're gonna have the best time!"

The sound of heels clacking against the hardwood floor caught their attention. The couple turned around just as a woman walks into Maagho with guards following behind her. Weskham greets her, knowing exactly who she was. "My dear Camelia, it's been a while."

"I heard about your distinguished guests," she explained.

"Ah, you've an ear for gossip."

Camelia then turned her attention to Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis. "Gentlemen, I won't waste your time. My name is Camelia Claustra."

Ignis was familiar with her position. "First secretary of the Accordo Protectorate."

"You should know we have Lady Lunafreya in our care. And the empire demands we surrender her."

Noctis' eyes widen at the news. "What?"

"Yet I am loath to acquiesce unless we stand to profit. Hence I've come to discuss terms...with the King of Lucis. If you've a mind to talk, come to my estate," the first secretary said. Her gaze moved away from the three and landed on (Y/n). She took note of the girl's slitted eyes and gemstone. "You're the guardian the empire is searching for."

Prompto tensed up beside the girl while Noctis stood up and asked, "There a problem?"

"None whatsoever. I'll pretend I never saw her." With that, Camelia left with her guards.

Once she was gone, Weskham addressed the group. "She can be oblique at the best of times, but I assure you her heart is in the right place."

Prompto was relieved, the tension leaving his body. "Oh. Okay."

"At any rate, you must be weary from your journey. Might I suggest you seek your beds for now and ponder matters anew in the morning?"

Noctis sighed in exhaustion. "Yeah, think we'll do just that."

They left the bar and headed back to the Leville. As they walked into the lobby of the hotel, they encountered Gentiana. (Y/n) was unfamiliar with the woman, but she had the same presence as Umbra. Prompto told her the woman was another divine messenger of the Astrals. After she shared her message about the uncertainty of the future, she vanished.

The spirit kept her gaze glued to where Gentiana once stood. She was so focused on the divine messenger that she didn't realize Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis already headed upstairs. She removed herself from her deep thoughts just as someone tugged on her hand. She looked over to see Prompto was trying to nudge her in the direction of the stairs. She smiled at him and they headed up to their room. The couple was grateful to have a separate room.

Inside the room, it was at that moment they realized they had yet to eat. Prompto took it upon himself to order them room service. They patiently waited for the food to arrive, their stomachs growling seemingly in unison. When their meals did arrive, it wasn't long before the food was gone.

After eating, (Y/n) headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. She scrubbed the small amount of filth off her body before lathering it with soap and her hair with shampoo. Once cleaned, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. As she did, that's when she noticed how dirty her clothes were. She pouted, knowing she needed to clean her outfit. That's when her predicament arose.

Unlike the boys, she didn't have a spare outfit. An idea came to mind and she doubt Prompto would refuse. Poking her head out of the bathroom, she casted an innocent smile in the blonde's direction. "Hey, Prom? Could I borrow a shirt for tonight?"

Prompto's head snapped up. His brain was trying to process her question. "Borrow a...shirt?"

"That's what I said."

He flushed slightly before setting down his camera and searching for his spare tank top. When he found it, he walked over to the bathroom and handed it to her. His cheeks were still red, mumbling a small "mhm" to her minuscule "thank you" when she took the tank top from him. He returned to the bed as she closed the bathroom door.

With Prompto's tank top on, (Y/n) used the bathtub to wash her clothes. She hung them to dry after gently scrubbing the dirt and blood from the fabric. Before leaving the bathroom, she tugged the tank top lower so it reached just above her knees. Smiling, she strolled out of the bathroom and sat on the foot of the bed beside Prompto. She knew he was staring at her the moment she left the bathroom, but pretended not to notice. Gathering her damp (h/c) locks in one hand, she combed her other one through them while humming.

After suffering in silence for a couple minutes, (Y/n) built up the courage to turn and face Prompto. "So, about our date tomorrow. I know we said we were gonna wing it, but maybe—ah!" A yelp escaped her lips at the feeling of being yanked further onto the bed by her arm and pinned down on the mattress. She stared up into a pair of cerulean eyes, her breath hitching in her throat. The tank top she was wearing rolled up slightly from the sudden change in position, exposing her bare thighs.

Prompto was perched on all fours. His hands were on either side of her head and his knees were between her legs. He could feel a sudden wave of heat consume every fiber of his being from simply just seeing her in his spare tank top. His gaze was full of want and need, hands fisting the sheets. One of his hands gravitated towards her cheek, his fingers caressing her soft skin. His fingers trailed down her cheek and neck before coming to a stop near her collarbone. He bit his bottom lip, but he was unable to hold back the shaky breath he was trying to suppress.

Not once had he broken eye contact with (Y/n) as his fingers danced across her body. Removing his hand from her collarbone, Prompto placed it against her exposed thigh. His fingers traced circles along her outer left thigh before moving upwards. They snaked underneath the tank top and stopped just below the hem of her panties.

Her chest rose and fell as she enjoyed his gentle touch. She fought back a pleasurable moan when his fingers stopped dangerously close to her core. She swallowed hard, stopping any pleasurable noises that threatened to slip from her lips. "Wh-What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" She gasped loudly when one of his fingers slid into her panties.

Prompto ceases his actions to answer her question. "Do you even realize how amazing you look in my tank top? You're like a present that needs to be unwrapped. I should've let you worn it sooner." Using his free hand, he pushed himself up and sat on his knees between her legs. Removing his finger from her underwear, he snaked his hands underneath her thighs and pulled her closer. A shriek of surprise emitted from her throat as her thighs now rested against the sides of his hips. With his hands firmly grasping her thighs, he bent over to close the distances between their faces.

When Prompto's face was a few inches from (Y/n)'s, she raised her hands and cupped his cheeks. She trailed her thumbs across his cheekbones, smiling at him. "A present, huh? Maybe I should wear your clothes more often."

"Please do," he whimpered before kissing her passionately. His fingernails dug into her thighs, but not enough to hurt her.

(Y/n) tilted her head and slightly opened her mouth at feeling the warmth of his tongue protrude from his lips and trail across her own. As his tongue slipped into her mouth and danced with her own, she moved her hands from his cheeks to his hair. Her finger entangled in his blonde locks, tugging slightly as the kiss grew even more heated.

Breaking the kiss a minute later, both panted slightly as their foreheads rested against each other's. Because of the intoxicating kiss, both their bodies felt sapped of energy. It also didn't help they had a long day of traveling. Prompto leant forward too far when he tried to claim her lips a second time and cried out as his body fell. He tried to stop from falling onto (Y/n), but he couldn't do it in time. His body smooshed hers against the mattress, face buried against her chest just above her cleavage.

The girl wasn't in any pain and could only laugh. "You really are a klutz, Prom."

Prompto breathes out a sigh, his warm breath grazing her skin. He felt her shudder slightly and chuckled. "It's part of my charm."

"It sure is," she continued to laugh. Gently, she wrapped one arm around his back and used her other hand to cradle his head against her chest. "It's one of the many things I love about you."

Smiling warmly, Prompto felt a couple tears of joy fall from his eyes. "I love you, (Y/n)." He wound his arms around her torso and closed his eyes, nuzzling his nose against her collarbone.

She cranes her neck down a little ways and kissed the top of his head, stroking his hair in the process. "I love you too, Prom. Let's get some sleep."

Adjusting their position, they flipped to lay on their sides. Prompto's face was still buried in (Y/n)'s chest with his arms wound securely around her waist. She kept one arm around his back with her other hand cradling the back of his head. Within minutes, the couple was fast asleep.

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The next morning, the group was gathered in the lobby of the Leville. There, they discussed their plans for the day. Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis would head to Camelia's estate while Prompto and (Y/n) get to spend their free time together by exploring Altissia.

Once splitting ways with the others, the couple wandered around Altissia to see what the city had to offer. The first thing that caught their attention was the Leviathan Monument. The large piece of art was made from warped metal, appearing to be a horned whale. Prompto snapped a few pictures of the sculpture while (Y/n) wandered over to one of the vendors managing a stall nearby. He told her about the wishing tradition and handed her a paper bird, telling her to make a wish before attempting to throw it into the sculpture's mouth.

After making her wish, she carefully aimed the paper bird and threw it in the direction of the statue's agape mouth. She watched with bated breaths as it soared towards the sculpture's mouth, but groaned when a gentle breeze blew through the plaza and knocked it off course. "Dammit..."

Prompto, who'd taken a picture of her, rushed over to the vendor and got two more paper birds. With a smile, he handed her one. Together, they wished before tossing their paper birds. Both sailed through air and directly into the whale's mouth. (Y/n) sighed in relief while Prompto cheered. She nudged him in the side with her elbow, grinning. "You got lucky."

He poked her side, smirking when he heard a small giggle fall from her lips. "No way! That was pure skill!"

"You wish," she scoffed.

The couple exchanged a few more playful words before leaving to continue their adventure through Altissia. They walked down the grand staircase leading up to Leviathan's Monument and were promptly stopped by a young woman. She sat on the bottom step with her artwork on display, her supplies strewn about. "Hey, would you two like to get your portrait drawn?"

Prompto and (Y/n) exchanged glances before agreeing to have their portrait drawn. They stood a few feet away from the woman so she could get a good look at them while she drew. Without thinking, the spirit wound her arms around his left one, hugging it tightly. She rested her head against his shoulder, smiling blissfully. The sharpshooter smiled giddily, cheeks dusted a light pink.

After ten minutes, the artist was done. The couple stepped away from each other to admire the portrait. Prompto grimaced slightly when seeing how big his nose was. Lifting his hand, he traced over his nose. "Is my nose really that big?"

(Y/n) snorted with laughter. "Your nose is fine, Prom." She then turned her attention back to the woman. "How much do we owe you?"

"Oh, please, don't worry about paying me. You two lovebirds go have fun. Altissia has tons to offer," she smiled back at them.

The couple thanked the artist before leaving with their new portrait in hand. Folding it neatly, Prompto put it into his pocket and they wandered through the streets of Altissia. The marksman took tons of photos of the scenery, (Y/n), and even some of them together as they sauntered around the city.

Down one of the streets, they found a young woman running a stall. She was selling a variety of flowers, which interested Prompto. With (Y/n) close behind, he browsed the many types of flowers. The (h/c)-haired girl was entranced with the flowers after smelling one with (f/c) petals. "Oh, wow! That smells amazing! It's sweet yet refreshing. And the color is beautiful."

Hearing that was all Prompto needed. He handed over a small amount of gil for a single (f/c) flower. The vendor thanked him, hading over a single flower. (Y/n) watched her boyfriend closely as he snapped a portion of the stem off. "What're you doing, Prom?"

"This." Standing in front of her, Prompto combed a few strands of her (h/c) locks behind her right ear. He then placed the (f/c) flower in her hair, smiling gently at her. "Y'know, (f/c) really suits you."

She gently patted the flower before asking, "Should I invest in a (f/c) dress, then?"

He grabbed her hand, frantically nodding. "Please do! I've never seen you in a dress and I think you'd look amazing in one."

She chortled. "I'll think about it."

Hand in hand, their next stop was going to be Maagho. It was a little past one in the afternoon and neither of them had ate breakfast. They figured the bar they'd visit yesterday would be the perfect place to have lunch.

After filling their bellies with Weskham's delicious food, the couple decided to wrap up their lengthy date with a peaceful gondola ride around Altissia. As they were waiting for another gondola to arrive, they were approached by a strange man. He grabs (Y/n)'s shoulders and squeezes tightly, causing her two wince. "You have to leave!" He shook her, resulting in the flower to fall out of her hair.

Prompto saw the pain on her face and hastily intervened. He pried the man's hands off her shoulders and stood in front of her. "Whoa there, buddy! Can you not touch her?"

The stranger then grabs the front of Prompto's shirt. "You're her master, right? Please, you must get her out of Altissia. It isn't safe for spirits to be in the city."

"What're you talking about?" (Y/n) inquired. She examined his appearance and saw the ring on his finger. Just like Geralt's, it was black and cracked. Her eyes widen in shock. "You had a guardian?"

The man nodded his head, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. "Y-Yes... His name was Luca and we were going to get married next month. B-But those damned imperial bastards killed him! They didn't hesitate to kill him in front of me. Th-They took his body a-and fed it to some daemonic beast."

"Daemonic beast?" Prompto muttered.

"The empire's created a monster that devours the corpses of guardians. It consumes their bodies and absorbs their powers."

(Y/n) was becoming suspicious of the man. "You know an awful lot about this "monster". How do you even know about it?"

"I followed them after they dragged Luca's body away. Th-That thing's in Altissia!" He released Prompto and hung his head with a sniffle. "I-I still can't believe he's gone..."

The spirit stepped around her boyfriend and placed a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss."

He lifted his head and wiped a few tears away. "Thank you for your kindness. I've taken it upon myself to search Altissia for any guardians. I want to warn them before what happened to Luca happens to them."

"Does this creature have a name?"

"The soldiers called it the "devourer"."

She smiled at the stranger. "Thank you for telling us. I admire your conviction to help my people."

He was able to smile through his tears. "O-Of course. Please, get out of the city before it's too late." The man walked away, running down the street.

When he was gone, Prompto couldn't help but worry. "You really think that monster exists?"

The guardian nodded. "I do. He was clearly distraught and worried about the whole thing. We need to tell the others about this."

"Aaand there goes our romantic gondola ride..." Prompto mumbled with a whine.

She kissed him on the cheek. "We'll have another date soon. Let's get back to the hotel."

Finding the others relaxing in the lobby of the Leville when they returned, Prompto and (Y/n) told them about their encounter with the distraught man and what he told them. Just like the couple, none of them were surprised at the extremes the empire would go just to get what they wanted.

"And that damn thing is here in the city?" Gladio asked.

"That's what the guy said," Prompto replied.

"Can you vouch for this man?" Ignis questioned.

(Y/n) nodded. "Yes. His ring bore the gemstone of a deceased guardian. And by how distraught he was, he was clearly concerned."

"What can we do about it?" Noctis inquired.

"Well...nothing. But at least we know of this daemon's presence and the possible danger it poses."

"This "devourer" only consumes guardians. You are the one at risk, (Y/n)," the strategist stated. "I recommend remaining in the hotel for the time being."

"But what about you guys?" She asked.

"We're just gonna do some exploring before coming back. And I doubt you'll be alone," Noctis stated, eyes roaming over to the blonde standing beside the girl. "Guess you two should just relax here until tomorrow."

"I'm down for that. With the whole rite going down tomorrow, we should relax," Prompto claimed. He grabbed (Y/n)'s hand and tugged her towards the stairs. "You guys have fun!"

"And you two better not have too much fun," Gladio retorted.

The marksman faintly blushed at the shield's words as he headed upstairs with the guardian. They entered the room and closed the door behind them. He flopped down on the bed with a heavy sigh while she went to enjoy the view from the balcony. The boy stared at her back for a few seconds before he lifted his right arm and admired the gemstone bracelet. He twirled it around his wrist a few times, his mind thinking dark thoughts. He imaged the gemstone turning from gold to black before cracking down the middle.

With a startled gasp, he flew up and checked the bracelet closely. Seeing it was fine, he sighed in relief and laid back down on his back. He placed an arm over his eyes, thinking back to what the man had told them earlier. "The devourer, huh...?"

"Sounds kinda creepy," (Y/n) said, sauntering back into the room.

"Sounds hungry," Prompto chuckled. "Just not for food."

"It is unsettling." The guardian sat down on the edge of the bed with a huff. "A daemon capable of devouring spirits and harnessing their power... If it truly has absorbed the magic from guardians, who knows how powerful it is. And it's somewhere in the city."

"Bet the empire has it hidden somewhere," the boy said.

"No doubt. They might use the rite as a distraction to lure out the guardians residing in Altissia. If all hell breaks loose tomorrow, then spirits will do everything they can to protect their masters. That'll make it easier for the empire to find them."

Prompto searches blindly around for her hand. When he found it, he squeezed gently. "I don't know what that thing is capable of, but I won't let it have you."

She smiled down at him. "Tomorrow will be dangerous, but we have each other's backs. We also have the others on our side. Whatever happens, I know all of us will come out alive."

He nodded. "Yeah. Whatever tomorrow brings, all of us will make it through."

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Marshal’s Creed FFXV Fanfic

Summary:            

Cor dresses up for the annual Halloween gala in hopes to win a bet. Can he beat out everyone else at the party with the best costume?

Notes:    

I had a fun prompt from my friend @ragewerthers for Cor Leonis getting invited to a Halloween party.... but what in the HELL is he supposed to go as?!  Do Regis and Clarus help him?  Do the boys help him?  Does he decide to go scary?  Funny?  Mythical?

I hope you all enjoy, I had fun writing this! :)

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“What is he wearing?” Regis asked under his breath from where they were standing near the steps to the throne.

“Not so sure, but it seems pretty popular with the ladies,” Clarus admitted as he craned his neck to see better.

“Dear six, he looks half-naked!” spluttered Regis after a moment.

“Sorta, he’s got pants and maybe something someone would consider a shirt on.” Though Clarus was still clueless as to what Cor had dressed up as.  The annual Halloween gala was always a fun event. However, the marshal never dressed up.

Ever.

It was only the quick thinking of Regis with the tempting draw of a bet that enticed their friend into wearing anything special this year. A hefty amount of 500gil sat waiting for Cor if he dressed up and won one of the sundry costume awards to be gifted that night.  The prizes given out were little awards trinkets, and the bragging rights until the next party.  Of course, Cor could care less about any of that, the only reason he’d even agreed, was to prove Regis wrong and maybe relieve him of some decent spending cash.

The king had figured Cor wasn’t creative enough to even stand a chance. Regis had merely snorted and waved him off when the marshal assured them he’d win something.  Now, as Clarus watched their friend navigate through the crowd he was beginning to think Regis might have to pay up at the end of the night.

The squeals of impressed party goers only got louder as Cor approached, as did the flash of lights from photos being snapped. The crowds dispersed once he’d reached the king.  Cor yawned once seemingly bored with the whole affair already. “You might as well give me the money now, Regis.”

“Never!” the king hissed, “You aren’t going to win, look at you! What is that, it looks like a pile of rags!”

Before Cor could answer a young staffer passing by interrupted them with a shout, “Awesome costume!” They left just as quickly as Clarus began to examine the outfit in more detail.

“I’m afraid I’m lost as to what you are, care to enlighten us?”

“Eh, this? I have no idea, Noct helped me pick it out.  Said it was the best costume to wear and had Ignis go online and order me one before I could say no.”

“You asked my son to help you?”

“Nope, he found out I was going to dress up and he nearly flipped. How could I say no, he begged me to let him help.”

“Still what the hell are you?” Regis asked in exasperation.

“An assassin I think?” Cor supplied with a furrowed brow. “Honestly, the kid was talking too fast for me to catch the exact name, but he said it was from a game.”  

“Why in the heck would an assassin wear that? Your entire right side is exposed, seems like a defensive nightmare.”

“I’ll admit it’s not exactly realistic but it’s comfy at least.” Cor offered with a shrug.

“I don’t know why you let my son talk you into this, you look ridiculous.” Regis was about to add more when another party-goer/staffer wandered by and started staring. They were of course after a picture of Cor.  The staffer was young and blushing like mad but still managed to ask for a selfie.

“I’m sorry what were you saying majesty? I got pulled away to have my picture taken because I’m going to win.”

Regis sneered and turned around to walk away.  Clarus couldn’t help but snicker at the sight. Regis was a sore loser so a part of him hoped Cor wouldn’t win, but he probably would. The marshal, though not a youthful twenty-year-old anymore, could hold his own in the looks department. He was only in his forties now but still trained just as hard. His well-defined six-pack was evidence of that.  Clarus suspected that most of the girls wandering over were trying to get a better look at what he’d been hiding under his guard uniform.

Cor for once didn’t mind the attention and even smiled for a few shots.  It was nice to see his friend out of his element for once.   “Have you seen his highness?” Clarus asked, figuring Noct would have at least had to help Cor get ready. Otherwise, the man wouldn’t have known how to wear the costume.

“Yeah, he’s coming soon, he was getting picky about his nails.”

“What?”

“You’ll see, he’ll match grumpy pants over there,” Cor announced with a chuckle. “Regis thinks sporting little tiny fake fangs makes him a good vampire. He’s so wrong.”

“Oh dear,” Clarus could only guess what Noct had conjured up. Ignis would have been key in gathering his needed elements, but the idea was most likely the princes. “What are the others dressing up as?”

Cor barked out a laugh, “I only saw Ignis and Prompto but it appeared they were wearing matching black suits.”

“That’s it?”

“Almost, if you don’t count the wolf tail they both had clipped to their belts and the wolf ear headbands.”

“I’m so confused,” he sighed. However, right as he was about to ask for more details a sudden hush overtook the room. Looking up he noticed what had caused the reaction. Ignis, Prompto, and his son were stalking over towards them. They all matched and looked quite formidable.   However, Noct seemed to be missing. The black suits had matching black shirts and ties to go with. One might take them all for security guards aside from the addition of the animal ears atop their heads. One thing Cor hadn’t mentioned was their eye color. Each had donned a pair of contacts that made their eyes look golden and cat-like.

As they neared, Clarus realized there was a fourth pair of legs hiding behind Ignis. This must be the prince. Waiting patiently as the group finally came to a rest in front of them, Clarus was treated to the reveal. A pale hand with amusingly long pointy black nails slowly crept out from behind Ignis arm.  It reached out and pointed straight at him.  Then in a move that had Clarus snorting with laughter, Noct curled his fingers and beckoned him closer.  

“You’re nuts if you think I’m letting you near me with those daggers,” he laughed.

Noct merely shook his finger and carefully leaned to the side to show his face. The prince’s hair was slicked back and someone had drawn in an exaggerated widow’s peak.

“I see you’re taking your role far more seriously than your father.”

“I shall win,” was all Noct uttered before he hissed and retreated behind his bodyguards again.

With a quick bow, Ignis led the way back out into the party.  The advisor was playing his part very well and looked like he’d snap a person in two if they even tried to talk to the prince. Prompto was fighting to hide a smile as they turned to leave. Gladio offered Clarus and eyebrow waggle and a wink before he left.  They were having fun it seemed.

“So forgive me for being a little behind on my fantasy lore, why are they all wearing animal ears and tails?” Clarus asked kindly.

“He’s a vampire and he needs his werewolf pack to protect him.”

“Ah, I see. Noct basically thought up the perfect costume, ensuring he doesn’t have to talk with anyone.”

“Pretty much, he’s clever in that way, unlike his old man!” Cor teased as Regis joined them again.

Ignoring Cor’s comment, Regis stared at Noct’s retreating party and tilted his head, “Was that my son?”

“Yep you missed the reveal; he’s a vampire with a coven of werewolves.”  

Regis simply smiled and straightened his shoulders slightly, “He takes after me in so many ways.”

Cor groaned loudly and rolled his eyes, “You wish, look it I’m gonna go mingle and get some more votes in my favor.  I’m winning this contest tonight, be ready to pay up.”

Regis tried to whack Cor in the shin with his cane, but the marshal was quicker and leaped out of the way. He laughed and casually wandered away, complete with a smug look of satisfaction.

“He’s such a brat sometimes,” Regis huffed.

“He’s only five years younger than you.”

“Shut it; let’s go see if we can convince the judges to ban him or something.”  

Cor did not get banned.

Clarus had the joy of watching his friend claim a very special award, the citadels’ sexiest costume. Apparently, the panel of judges was also distracted by Cor’s exposed right side and six-pack.  The few other contestants in that category didn’t stand a chance.  No manner of makeup could fake muscles or a square jawline.

Regis didn’t have to pout for long though when his son won the night's overall best costume design. The king was proud of his son and his friends. They’d banded together to create a memorable look.  Noct stayed in character when he accepted his award and tried to bite one of the presenters.  Gladio sprang into action and held him back.  The room erupted in laughter and cheers.

Suddenly thankful they could all enjoy moments like this together; Clarus smiled and looked over to his friend and King. Regis must have had a similar reaction as he returned a warm smile of his own and a small nod.

The rest of the night was a blur; Cor had come playfully demanding his money. Regis denied him, but Clarus knew he’d pay up in the morning.  His liege kept trying to accuse Cor of cheating since he was only wearing half a costume. The marshal would then wiggle his award in front of Regis’ face as a rebuttal.

The music soon turned up loud enough that they couldn’t talk anymore. Opting to retreat to the far corner of the room the three friends sat and relaxed.  They spend the remainder of the evening commenting on the costumes and the terrible music.

The End.

AO3 link is posted in the comments.

#ffxv #fanfic #cor leonis #the immortal #the marshal

[thechocoboos]

Baby, You’re my Angel

This has literally been sitting, waiting to be posted for about a year, now. Split into two parts for your reading pleasure. Part II

Summary: Prompto is your guardian angel and whOOPS he fell in love. Word Count: 4063 Warnings: Swearing Genre: Fluff/bit of Angst Pairing: Angel!Prompto/Reader

Prompto Argentum was an angel. He didn’t know how he died, he didn’t know why he was chosen--all he knew, was that he was an angel. He was rather new at it, too, having only just finished up training.

For most angels, their training was only a few hundred years. For Prompto, it was a solid one thousand. As it turned out, he was a little bit of a clumsy one; he failed a good few times on his Guardian Angel Exams and managed to cause a couple mass extinctions in other realms. Needless to say, his higher ups weren’t always big fans of him.

"Prompto,” Cor had sighed after the thirteenth failed assassination-prevention quiz, “If you fail one more time, we’re going to have to put you in the secretary office.”

The secretary's office was notoriously painstaking and had a high turnover rate. Most angels knew of at least a few others who went crazy in that god forsaken place--the amount of paperwork a single angel had to go through? Ridiculous. Not to mention the prank calls from… down there. There were stories of angels going crazy from the amount of times a demon would prank call them and say, “Hey, is your fridge running? Yes? wELL mAyBe yOu sHoUlD gO cAtCh iT!11!!” 

Besides, Prompto wanted nothing more than to be a Guardian. He could feel his entire being pulled towards it--if he didn’t become a Guardian, well, he’d rather kiss his wings good-bye. Luckily, he did make it. And it didn’t take more than two extra exams.

“Nice job, Prom--only took a millennium,” Noctis had snorted when Prompto held up his official Guardian License in the cafeteria.

“Oh, shut it, Noct, at least I didn’t accidentally kill the last dodo bird,” Prom replied with red cheeks, recalling the rather lengthy court investigation that Noctis had to go through when the last one died on his watch.

“Actually, if I recall correctly,” A posh voice called from beside their table called, “I believe Noctis was acquitted.” Ignis hummed, leisurely sitting across from the two Guardians. Ignis knew the case very well--he had actually served as Noctis’ attorney.

There was a snort as Gladio joined them, “Acquitted, my ass,” Gladio muttered, “We know the truth,” He cast a dark look at Noctis, “Made my day hell trying to explain that shit to our superiors.”  

Noctis waved Gladio off. “It was fine, it’s not like the last bird could do anything on its own anyways--”

Ignis interjected before Gladio could go off on the consequences of Noct’s actions. “Now, before that turns into something rather ugly, Prompto, I have something for you--” He held out a pristine envelope, passing it over their trays with ease.

Prompto’s jaw dropped as he gingerly took the envelope with shaking hands. “Oh my go-”

“Careful, don’t want the big man upstairs hearing that.” Noct piped up.

“R-right, but, Ignis--is this…?”

Ignis gave a swift nod, “Thought I should hand deliver this one,” He said, dipping his spoon into his dark matter pudding.

Prompto’s eyes were big as he took in the envelope. It was a clean and white as freshly washed linen, each corner crisp and sharp, and its golden seal still in place. He took a deep breath, one hand slowly breaking the shimmering wax.

“Six, Prom, just open it, you’ll have plenty more in the future.” Noctis said, rolling his eyes with a smirk. Admittedly, the first assignment did always feel special.

Prompto gently tugged the paper from the envelope, pulling out the pristine paper with a shaking hand. His eyes were big as he read the very first words:

“Prompto Argentum, we are pleased to inform you of your first assignment--” He very nearly squealed. He did it. He was a Guardian. His face felt like it was going to split in half from the giant grin on it.

“Careful, Prom, you smile any wider and you might not have any face left,” Noctis smirked, ducking to avoid Prompto’s hand smacking him in the arm. 

“Shut it--I’m excited, okay?”

They all chuckled, Gladio leaning forward on his elbows and glancing at the paper. “So, who’s the lucky assignment?”

Prom glanced back at the paper, eyeing the file before him. “Uhm. Dunno. Some person named…” 

---------

Prompto was on the hunt for his assignment. It was his job to make sure they survived for a few months; he wasn’t sure why, most Guardians didn’t know what for, but all the higher ups say is that it isn’t their time yet. 

Of course, it went a little deeper than that, and there were rules to go alongside it. Most of it was just simple rules like, “Don’t fly under the influence” and “Avoid places meant for hell, such as New Jersey.” There was, however, the biggest rule of them all: don’t ever make contact with your assignment.

All meddling had to be indirect. Why? Another one of those no-explanation policies, but most assumed that it would create a bias or lead the assignment on to have an idea of… up there. And that couldn’t happen. Goodness, could you imagine if a human knew about the afterlife? Terrible, risky business. Still, it wasn’t anything Prompto would worry about. If there was one thing he couldn’t mess up, it was the Big Rule. 

Prompto flew around, hovering here and there as he tried to find his assignment. He glanced down at the file in his hand, staring at the assignment’s schedule once again, desperately trying to find where they would be. He started to panic--they were late.

What if he was too late? What if something happened and he didn’t save his assignment--on the first day--

He took a breath, catching sight of a familiar face. He glanced back down at his file, his assignment’s picture gazing back up at him. Just a normal human face. He looked back to the person in question. They were turning, their face coming into focus and then--

Prompto gasped. They were beautiful. Something in him dropped, his heart thudding in his chest. Then, he realized he was falling, straight from the sky with his gaze still locked onto his assignment. 

Then, they--you, looked up, catching sight of a young man falling from a tree, directly in front of you. He hit the ground with a pained grunt, his eyes still trained on you despite the pain of his expression.

“Holy fuck--are you okay?” You asked, your eyes big as you knelt down next to his. “Shit, that was a big fall, does anything hurt?”

Prompto was mesmerized. Your eyes were so clear, so soft and inviting. Whoever said that eyes are the windows to the soul--they were right. He couldn’t help but gaze at you like an idiot, your voice was music to him as he tried to commit every single bit of your face to memory.

“Shit, can you hear me?” You asked as the young man did nothing but stare at you.

Prompto managed to shake himself out of it. He jolted up, ignoring the pain, it would be gone in a moment. He nodded rapidly, “Y-yeah! I-I can hear you, sorry--that caught me by surprise, ya know?” His words were just as fast as his nods, his nerves shot to hell and his face turning bright red. “Not used to, uh, falling.” He hadn’t fallen since his first week as an angel.

You still looked so concerned, your brow furrowed as you looked at him, trying to find any hint of pain. “Are you okay, though? That was a big fall,” You mumbled, looking up at the tree. Funnily enough, none of the branches above you two looked anywhere near big enough to hold someone--

“Ye-ah--” His voice cracked nervously, and your eyes flickered back to him. He cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I’m--I’m good.”

You nodded, uncertain. “Okay, uh, then--I’ll just, get going.” You replied, clearing your throat. “Glad you’re okay--” You went to walk around him, only to misstep. You ankle twisted, and you gasped as you felt yourself falling towards the road, the sound of a car horn blaring right behind you before--

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you back against a warm chest. Something lifted you into the air, and for a moment, you were weightless. A bright white feather passed you in the air, floating down. There was a millisecond of nothing but peace, the arms around you safe and comforting. You felt as though nothing could hurt you.

And then. You realized that you almost died. You were back on the ground, your near death experience replaying in your head. Gasping, you whipped around to look at your savior, the blonde man remarkably close to you, his previously nervous, blushing face was now serious. For a moment, you swore you saw a shadow behind him--a pair of wings. And then, it was gone.

“You--fuck, you saved my life.” You gaped, staring at him with wide eyes.

He snapped out of whatever daze he was in, looking as though he barely believed it himself. “I--I guess I did.” He managed a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his head. 

Prompto managed to look at you despite the sheepish look on his face, and the second your eyes met, he found himself lost once again. There was a moment, a solid moment where the two of you were gazing into one another’s eyes, seemingly frozen in one small eternity shared between no one but you two.

And then, Prompto realized something.

You saw him. You met him. You had contact with him--your guardian angel. Suddenly, sweat began to bead his forehead, the moment broken. His heart was beating quickly, whether from your shared moment or his panic, he didn’t know. He had broken the biggest rule there was--he fucked up.

“Oh, fuck me--”

Your head snapped up, a bewildered look on your face as he realized he said that outloud. Prompto’s face burned as you stared, startled. “Shit--sorry--I’m--uh--” He tried to think of something, anything to get him out of the situation. “Late for work!” He blurted, face bright red and heart beating out of his chest. He didn’t wait for a reply before he turned on his heel, literally running away from you.

Meanwhile, as Prompto ran away, you stared at his retreating back with a confused look on your face. Part of you felt deflated; he had saved your life, you felt as though you owed him something. Yet, another part of you was relieved. You decided to chalk the whole situation up to a weird morning and forget about it. 

----

“So, Prompto, how was your first afternoon on the job?” Ignis asked, sitting across from Prompto at a small human cafe. Prompto wasn’t supposed to stray too far from his assignment.

Prompto tried to answer quick enough, but he was silent for just a millisecond too long before he blurted out a quick, “Fine!”

Ignis glanced at Prompto, eyes narrowing as his coffee paused for just a brief second on his lips. Something had happened. “... Good. Although your silence is rather odd, I thought you’d have gone on for at least half an hour on the matter.” He noted, his green eyes slightly suspicious. 

Prompto managed a shrug, hoping his nervous sweat wasn’t noticeable. Ignis was his friend, and admittedly, Prompto wanted to tell him what happened. But at the same time, Ignis was also one of the higher ups, one of those angels involved with the rules--with The Office. If Ignis knew what had happened, he was required to report it, that much Prompto knew.

So, Prom kept his mouth shut. He only shrugged, “Honestly, it was kind of boring.” Prompto lied, feigning disinterest. “Thought it would be a little more interesting, to be honest.”

Ignis’ suspicion rose, though he kept it to himself. “Well, it is only the first day.” 

“Ha, yeah. I’m sure something will happen eventually.”

Ignis hummed, keeping an eye on Prompto as he sipped his coffee. “Yes, well, just make sure to abide by the rules.” 

Prompto stiffened for just a moment, barely noticeable to the human eye. But Ignis wasn’t human. He caught the movement with interest. Still, he said nothing. “Of course, Iggy, you know me!”

“Exactly why I worry.” Ignis replied, chuckling. 

-----

Prompto knew he couldn’t avoid finding you again. Despite broken rules, you were still his assignment, and he couldn’t very well let something happen to you. However, guarding you and keeping you unaware of the situation definitely became much more difficult.

He realized that not a day later, when he waited inside a coffee shop that you were due at in a few minutes. He kept himself towards the edge of the shop, a generic coffee in front of him and a laptop beside himself. He pretended to be busy, yet keeping an eye out for you.

You entered the shop not a minute later, looking tired and worn down as you approached the line with a slight sigh. You stood there for a moment, adjusting your backpack with a huff, seemingly unaware of his presence. Your gaze began to wander, and normally, that wouldn’t be a problem.

However, Prompto had broken Rule #1. He was familiar to you; it would be harder to stay unnoticed. This was proven not a moment later when your eyes landed on him. His eyes met yours, and once again, he felt something stir in his heart. It began to beat just a touch faster. 

He quickly looked away, hoping for the sake of his job that you dismissed it. Still, part of him--a very small part--desperately hoped that you hadn’t, that you had felt the same buzz of excitement, the same lingering tug that he felt. He tried to dismiss that thought as well, trying to crush that tugging curiosity before it could grow.

An entire millennium was spent getting him this job, he couldn’t lose it now, and he knew that whatever feeling bubbled up in his chest was definitely breaking some kind of rule. He took a breath, managing to push the hopeful tugging deep down, and risked a glance up, trying to get back to his job.

His efforts to squash his feelings immediately crumbed. You were standing in front of him, holding a beverage and a pastry. “Hey.” 

Prompto’s resolve was reduced to ash as he felt his face heating up, his stomach flipping. He smiled, against his will, as he returned the greeting. “Oh--hi!”

You stood there for a moment, looking awkward and embarrassed as a red tint bloomed on your cheeks. It made his smile grow and his chest tighten, wondering if all humans looked that cute when they blushed.

“S-so, uhm, you don’t have to accept this or anything--but I uh, grabbed this pastry for you. As a thank you. For saving my life.” You managed to say, your own nerves threatening to give you a heart attack.

Prompto froze. He felt warmth bloom in his chest as a tiny smile appeared on his face at your kindness. He had friends, yeah, but angels upstairs weren’t in the habit of giving each other things. 

“L-Like I said, you don’t have to accept but--”

“I accept.” Prompto interrupting, his cheeks glowing bright red. 

You froze, both relieved and stunned that he accepted your thanks. Smiling slightly, you placed the pastry down in front of him, “Uh, great, thanks--it’s, it’s just a cheese danish--I don’t know if you like those or anything but, I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t like them and--” You were rambling, your nerves growing more every second.

Prompto cut you off, “Thanks--really.” He smiled, much calmer this time. 

You nodded, managing a smile and starting to turn around.

Prompto felt himself panic for a moment. He didn’t want you to leave. He knew it was a bad idea, he knew it was against the rules, yet he couldn’t help but say something else. “Uh, wait a sec--”

You turned around, surprise flitting across your face.

“Do you wanna join me?” Prompto managed to ask, gesturing to the chair across from him. “It’s--it’s pretty crowded and there aren’t many seats left, so…” He scratched the back of his neck, trying to ignore his growing blush.

A smile bloomed across your face, and it was your turn to thank him. “Sure, thanks.” You took a seat, trying to calm your beating heart. There was something about this guy, and you didn’t know what, but something was calling out to you--tugging on your heart and urging you to be near him. As you placed your bag on the ground, you managed to tell him your name, trying to hide your blush behind your drink as you took a sip.

Prompto paused. He had thought your name many times, having read it over and over again as he tried to prepare for his first assignment, but to hear it aloud? It was something else entirely. He tried to keep himself from smiling like a damn fool. Your name was perfect to him.

“Nice name,” He managed to say, trying not to think about how much he loved it. How much he loved the way you said it. “I’m Prompto,” He smiled, breaking the danish in half as best he could and offering you the bigger half. He knew it was for him, but even so, he couldn’t bring himself to not give you something as well.

Together, the two of you munched on your halves of the danish, sipping on your drinks and occasionally making small talk. It was awkward; there was a strange, buzzing tension in the air that neither of you mentioned. Even so, there was an undeniable connection between the two of you, and neither one of you could keep yourselves from stealing glances at one another.

Sometimes, eye contact was made, and you would both look away with warm cheeks and thumping hearts.

Prompto ran into you a lot. At first, he tried to stay unnoticed, he really did. But he couldn’t. Every time he saw you, his heart started to thump louder and his chest would grow warm. His cheeks flushed a bright red and he could feel his heart hammering away in his chest. His eyes would light up, whether he knew it or not, and he swore his smile would grow just a millimeter more.

And everytime, you would see him, too, a smile blooming across your face and your own eyes twinkling slightly. 

He couldn’t not talk to you then. It was physically impossible--his chest would grow so tight if he tried to feign obliviousness that he couldn’t breathe. So he gave in, everytime.

You two would talk for a long time, Prompto hanging onto every syllable you uttered and his face aching from the foolish smile stretched across his face. You would reply to every sentence with interest, genuinely loving both his thoughts and the sound of his voice--it was so pleasant and warm that even in the coldest temperatures you were comfortable.

Eventually, Prompto started to approach you if he saw you. And then, you two started agreeing to meet up. You could call each other friends. It was bad. He knew it was.

Shit, you weren’t even supposed to know he existed--and you were starting to notice things. Namely how every ounce of misfortune was avoided when he was near. How he was the one who pushed you out of the way when an air conditioning unit fell from a window. How he nudged you just inches away from ankle-tripping cracks and puddles, hesitating at just the right moments to narrowly avoid cars and oblivious, bustling people who would have plowed right through you.

Finally, one day, you said something. “Prom, I swear, you’re like my lucky charm.”

He bristled immediately, not that you noticed. “O-oh, yeah? What makes you say that?” He stammered, trying to keep his panic from showing. 

You shrugged, glancing at him with a smile. “I dunno, when you’re around, it seems like nothing bad happens. I swear, you’ve saved my life at least seven times by now.”

47, actually. Not that he said anything. He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Aw, I wouldn’t… say that.” He tried to brush it off, his eyes 

You laughed, nudging him. “Come on--you’re like magic. Crazy intuition or something, right?” You said, grinning. “You’re like my personal guardian angel,” You added, your cheeks immediately heating up. Admittedly, the idea piqued your interest.

Prompto felt his heart skip a beat. He tried to laugh it off, “Yeah, I guess my intuition is pretty spot on, huh? But an angel? C’mon. Angels don’t exist.” 

You smiled at him, “I dunno, you’re pretty angelic to me, Prompto.”

He immediately began to panic. “What? No, I’m not!” He rushed, urgency in his voice as fear flitted across his face. If you knew--oh god, if you found out--he didn’t have to finish that thought as you let out a bark of laughter. Relief coarsed through him.

“Oh my goodness, the look on your face--” You beamed, looking at him with bright cheeks and a big smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” You chuckled, pushing a bit of hair out of your face. You paused, the two of you stopping on the sidewalk, right next to a pastry shop.

Prompto watched as a serious thought seemed to cross your face. You looked at him, “In all seriousness, thank you--if you really did save my life that many times… You definitely at least kept me out of trouble.” You smiled, your gaze glancing away for a moment. “Just… thanks. You’re a really great friend, Prompto.” As you said this, your heart dropped slightly. You didn’t want to just be friends. But--

“Is that all we are?” Prompto asked suddenly. It was a bold moment, a ballsy moment. He liked you, he knew he liked you. He also knew that he was breaking at least another five rules by liking you--especially by saying it. But at this point, with how many rules were already broken, he didn’t mind breaking another one if i meant being with you.

His heart was hammering against his ribcage as he spoke again. “Is that all you want to be--friends?”

Your eyes met his, surprised. His face was bright red, each freckle popping and his blue eyes the most serious you had seen them. He was waiting for an answer. You barely heard yourself as you breathed out, “No.”

He seemed to gain some confidence, stepping forward, one hand gently nudging yours. Something buzzed in the air, tension weighing down on you as you moved your hand, fingers gently interlocking with his. A tiny smile fell across his face, and you knew there was a matching one on yours. Your nose brushed against his. When did you two get so close? 

Your lips touched. His were soft, plump against yours. You returned the pressure, lips parting. He tasted like the strawberry ice cream you two had split.

The tension lifted as you two pulled apart, blushes on both your faces, hands still interlocked. 

“Wow,” Prompto breathed, looking starstruck.

Your own eyes were wide as you managed a light chuckle. “Yeah, wow.”

There was a light note as your phone received a message. You glanced down, eyes widening. “Oh--shit--fuck,” You looked up at Prompto, feeling rather shitty for having to do this. “Shit, I’m late--” You stuffed your phone back in your pocket, looking up at him with a shy smile. “Thanks for today, Prom, I--I really enjoyed it.” Your cheeks were warm. “I’ll see you later?”

He nodded, a dumb little smile across his face. “Yeah, of course!”

You nodded, turning to go. A few feet away, you couldn’t help but look back, meeting his gaze with a silly little grin and almost tripping over your feet in the process. You tried to ignore his shaking shoulders as he chuckled, grinning away at you.

Prompto watched you leave, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He couldn’t stop smiling, the feeling of your lips against his lingering and leaving him with a buzzing excitement. He turned around, ready to go on his merry way--

“Hey, Prompto. How’s the assignment going?” Noctis said, leaning against the shop window with his arms crossed.

Part II

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #prompto argentum #ffxv prompto #prompto x reader #fanfiction #fluff #angst #have fun u precious lil goblins

[gaynoctgar]

Prompto’s Brotherhood Arc is Fatphobic 2, Electric Boogaloo: Haley’s Back and She is Pissed

This essay is going to be an even deeper dive into the fatphobia that permeates Prompto’s character arc, and is going to handle the issue with more grace and nuance than I did the first time.  This is also going to explore the effects the arc had on me as a player, and on other players who share my experiences.  It is going to be very organized, long, and methodical (word count: ~5300).  It’s a bit of a doozy, but it is something I feel it is very important.  I have been wanting to elaborate on my previous Prompto essay for a long time, and for reasons I will detail below, I feel that I am ready to do this now.

Consider this a sequel to my earlier essay, and I will be referencing it throughout.

Stand back everyone; Haley’s about to get mean and personal. 

Under the cut for safety and length, please avoid if the subject is triggering to you!  Take care of yourselves! 

Thank you all so, so much for hearing what I have to say.

TW: fatphobia, eating disorders (both in terms of Prompto and of the author)

Intro

All right everyone, buckle in.  Last time I think I was a little bit too nice about this.  Last time I think I let a little too much go.  But I’m a full three years older now and I’ve seen a few more things.  And now I think it’s time that I really just let loose and criticize the fuck out of Square for something they have consistently done wrong, and that is the way they have handled issues with weight in regards to one Prompto Argentum.

Many of you may know that Prompto is one of my favorite characters in anything ever.  This very sideblog, in fact, used to be named for him (old url was promptoisbi).  It’s because of this that I hate that he’s so consistently shit on by the narrative, but right now we are talking about the out-of-universe insidiousness of the fatphobia that completely permeates this story.

The first essay is right here but the TL;DR version of that is essentially “the way that Prompto’s weight loss in Brotherhood is portrayed as a moral and positive good and in fact necessary for him to be a protagonist is immensely fatphobic.  Because the game refuses to problematize this, I am going to, and I’m going to contextualize that with my own experiences to help explain why this is so fucked.”  At that time, I was recovering from long-term anorexia, and I think that permeated a lot of what I wrote. I don’t regret this, and I still think the essay is pretty solid.  But I’m not a woman who won’t admit her own limitations, and one of mine at the time was that a lot of my fatphobia was internalized.  Now that I am healing, now that I have talked to other people with experiences that mirror my own (notably @chubbyargentum), I think I am in a better place to articulate what upsets me.  

The rest of the essay will be divided into six parts, themed as follows:

A redux of my central criticism in the first essay, that the narrative treats Prompto’s weight loss as a positive, moral good.  In fact, it’s necessary for him to be seen as a protagonist.

Detailing that Prompto’s weight loss was directly motivated by another character, and this other character does not apologize to Prompto at all for his previous behavior.  We are in fact supposed to believe that him saying what he said was a good thing.

Evidence that Prompto still legitimately has an eating disorder from his trauma. This goes unexamined by the story, and in fact seems to be actively encouraged by other characters, notably Ignis and Noct.  This isn’t to bash the characters, but the way they are written.

Points 1 and 3 combined produce a genuinely triggering experience for players like me; this is where I detail some of my own history with weight and eating problems.

Anticipating pushback, I propose two alternative scenarios that avoid the problems outlined in parts 1-4: one where Prompto doesn’t lose weight, and one where he does but it’s handled a lot more sensitively.

A personal look at what (and who) actually motivated me to do a Part 2 to my essay.

Followed by a TL;DR conclusion if you want to jump right to the heart of things.  I know this is a long essay, and I don’t apologize, but I do want to make it accessible to those who might have a harder time reading something so long.

Time to knock down these points, one by one:

Part 1: Equating Weight Loss to Morality

Prompto’s episode in Brotherhood, “Dogged Runner,” serves as our introduction both to Prompto as a character, and pulls double-duty to show us how he becomes involved in the life of a prince.  Gladio and Ignis’ episodes did not have to do this double work because they are in Noct’s life by occupation, but Prompto, being a commoner, needs this introduction. Unfortunately, this episode is not twice as long to handle the double workload it gave itself, and the plot clearly suffers for it.  For those who don’t remember, Prompto seems to be a child who more or less raises himself--a shy boy who is in the same grade as Noctis.  He is quite obviously overweight, and the episode in fact chooses to focus the bulk of its attention on that rather than how he met Noctis (this will be explored in Part 2, below).  This is what I take issue with.

Due to....an encounter, we’ll call it, with his royal classmate, Prompto becomes motivated to “improve himself to become someone worthy of a prince,” as described in Episode Prompto.  Right off the bat, this description is implying that in order to be worthy of Noctis’ companionship--even independently of Noctis’ own actions, which will be problematized in the next section--he must be different than the way he is.

This...doesn’t make sense.  We already saw that Prompto was a kind and generous soul, if rather shy.  He took in “Tiny” of his own accord; he fixed her up and fed her and made sure she was healthy, solely out of the goodness of his heart.  What else could this literal child need to “improve” about himself to make friends with Noctis?  Well...the episode focuses on this in a way I would almost argue is objectifying.  We see in excruciating detail how this literal child (I feel the need to mention again that Prompto is 12 years old and doesn’t seem to have consistent parents) approaches the world with a black-and-white mentality….that is, he seems to focus exclusively on eating salads and running an excessive amount (we’ll get to this more in Part 3).  Further objectification occurs when we are shown repeatedly that a minor is taking “progress shots” of himself in his underwear.  

A bit of a tangent, but the way that last one is drawn...y’all did remember Prompto was 14/15 at that time, right?  Extra H points for Square, right there.

So yeah, once all of this happens, Prompto is finally deemed by the narrative to be acceptable enough to enter the life of a prince.  Basically, if you’re fat, get a goddamn eating disorder and you can be a protagonist!

And I’m actually gonna take a second right now to address the more common, and generous, interpretation/criticism I am anticipating.  I know what SE was trying to do here.  They were trying to show us that Prompto’s “self-esteem” was the problem.  That he needed to gain more confidence, and losing the weight didn’t actually solve that problem.  I know this is the intent because the hotel scene exists.  But...answer me this.  Why is losing weight treated as an analogue for Prompto’s internal character growth?  Why is losing weight an analogue for literally anything?  If the issue was Prompto’s insecurity and shyness, there are a dozen other ways to show that. I can think of one right now: maybe have Noctis try to make friends and Prompto runs away because he gets nervous and tongue-tied and that’s the source of their lingering awkwardness.  There you go, much better episode.

Part 2: Noctis is a dick

And I say this as a Noct stan.  Y’all know I love him.  With all my heart, I do.  But...I don’t think he starts the game as a good person, in this respect at least.  I do think he becomes one.  And I think that his growth and maturation over the course of the game is absolutely a treat to watch.  

I’m gonna immediately qualify this by saying I do not think Noct is a dick on purpose.  Noctis is, in fact, unfailingly kind in most situations and this is one of his greater strengths.  I just think he is just as much a victim of internalized fatphobia as Prompto is, despite not having the experience of being fat.  I think two things contribute to this: biases that went unchecked by any of his caretakers, and genuine social difficulty brought about by his upbringing.

But now it’s time to get to….the incident.  The reason these two know each other.  After Prompto takes care of Pryna, she runs to deliver her letter to Noctis and eventually returns to Luna, as was her original mission.  Luna, noticing Prompto’s name on a bandana tied around Pryna’s leg, tasks Gentiana to help her find this kind soul so she can thank him.  Luna does, and Prompto receives a letter that soon becomes his prized possession.  The princess operated on the assumption that Prompto and Noctis were friends, seeing as Prompto encountered Pryna, and asked that he remain “ever at [Noctis’] side.”  Prompto takes these words to heart, and resolves to introduce himself to his royal classmate.

Here’s where the problems begin.  We know that Prompto is shy because we have seen him before.  He kinda kept to himself, away from the other kids, content to take his pictures.  To Square’s credit, I was really expecting Prompto to be a target of bullying because of his weight and he wasn’t….yet.  This actually makes his interaction with Noctis a lot worse, however.  We all know what happens next: Prompto does try to introduce himself to the loner prince (who, by his own admission later, was also kinda shy), and he happens to trip.  Noct goes to help him out because he’s kind at heart, and a confused Prompto thinks that Noctis means that he wants to see the camera.  Noct is baffled and says something along the lines of “I meant you, dummy!” and goes to help Prompto up. 

Honestly, end the scene here.  They become friends because Noct is unexpectedly kind to someone he didn’t even know, and that sticks with Prompto, and they’re childhood best friends. Right?  RIGHT?

If Square had had a modicum of decency, yes, this would have been how the scene closed.  But then Noct had to open his fucking mouth.  When trying to help Prompto up, he remarks that the poor boy is “heavy,” something that quickly and immediately impacts Prompto.  Noct, also being 12, seems none the wiser and jovially heads off to meet Ignis.  But Prompto?  Prompto is….affected by this.  He decides then and there that he has to not be heavy anymore if he wants to be Noct’s friend.   

“But Haley!” I can hear y’all saying, “Isn’t it Prompto’s fault for internalizing a harmless comment in such a way?  Why are you so angry at Noct because Prompto took it too seriously?”  Or alternatively “Noctis was also a child, he didn’t mean it!!”

Well, it’s all about how the narrative treats the situation.  I mentioned this before in Part 1, but the reason I’m mad at both Noctis and Square is because the narrative treats him as though he is in the right at all times.  If the issue really was with Prompto as a character, then we wouldn’t have been shown his journey in such excruciating detail.  We wouldn’t have been subjected to the downright harmful avenues he goes down in pursuit of this goal (see Part 3 for elaboration).  We would have just seen Prompto trying to work on becoming more outgoing--maybe talking to his neighbors more often, for example.  

One small scene in particular gets me here: we do see Noct return to the place where they met and he seems to be baffled by the fact that Prompto will not talk to him.  We in fact know this to be the case because in the hotel scene, Noct explicitly says Prompto “should have said something sooner” in terms of starting their friendship.  Now, this pisses me off for two reasons:

That this wasn’t addressed in Brotherhood itself.  We see that Noct kinda wants to approach Prom again but doesn’t seem to know how.  If we are assuming he messed up on accident, this would have been a great time for Ignis to tell him so, maybe motivate Noct to apologize.

That Prompto doesn’t immediately call Noct out for this line, or say something along the lines of “Well you kinda straight up insulted me when we first met.”

So, because neither of these scenarios is the case, I have to assume that Square wants us to think that Noct was correct to insult Prompto, and that him losing the weight is a good thing, in a narrative sense.  

Finally, it’s straight up out-of-character for Noct to be this way.  Not the misspeaking part, that is perfectly in-character.  It’s the fact that this bias of his goes unchecked by Ignis or Gladio, and he is never made to apologize for hurting another person’s feelings.  Part of growing up is realizing that sometimes your actions can hurt other people, even if you don’t intend for them to.  The fact that the intent wasn’t there doesn’t mean the hurt wasn’t real.  Since Square is so convinced that Noct needed to “mature” in this story...I am immensely disappointed that the opportunity wasn’t taken here for him to learn.  And even more disappointed because I am pretty sure this is intentional.  Every single one of Square’s fat characters is used as a side character or comic relief.  In order for Prompto to be a protagonist, he had to lose weight, and to have Noctis--the central protagonist--be the character to directly motivate that is a slap in the face.

Part 3: Don’t Recover, Buddy!/ It’s actually good that you have “obesophobia”

So I know I put the trigger warning at the top of this, but I’m doing it again, because now I’m gonna talk about eating disorders.  So this is your last chance to back out if that stuff is legitimately triggering, which I understand.

I’m gonna say it right now: Prompto has anorexia

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I don’t think this is subtle, and I do think this is intentional, so let me break it down.  Prompto exhibits a lot of the symptoms, and yes I am speaking from personal experience.  He’s exhibited all of these from the moment Noct made that comment when they were kids, and, notably, only from that point on (hence why I wrote Part 2 the way that I did):

Prompto has an obsession with fixing meals.  He’ll be the one that helps Ignis the most often.  In Prompto’s case, this is a sign that he loves preparing the food, not so much partaking: classic hiding of symptoms.  There is also the fact that most of the salads are his favorite meals, which yes, is a deliberate callback, but I don’t think it’s a good one.

Prompto runs a genuinely stupid amount.  I think that exercise is well and good--I’m something of an exercise buff myself--but it’s the way that Prompto does it, to the point of exhaustion, that is a problem.

Despite being borderline underweight, Prompto legitimately still seems to think that he is still fat.  This is supported by his reactions to multiple dialogues, which I’ll get to in a second, and the “obesophobia” thing on his character profile which….yeah I shouldn’t even have to explain that one.  Prompto is legitimately afraid that he will gain weight--specifically, that he will be fat again.

The fact that according to that same profile, Prompto’s photography habit started when he took progress photos of himself!! So he’s also got some legit body dysmorphia going on.

These are the ones that are most obvious to me, anyway.  

“Now okay, Haley,” y’all are furiously typing, “so what that Prompto has anorexia?  That’s a relatable character flaw!”

Well….one, no it isn’t.  A disorder of any kind is not a character flaw.  I’d be willing to let that slide if the following were not also true: other characters seem to reinforce these behaviors of Prompto’s, and I am looking directly at Ignis and Noct.  Let’s start with Ignis.  I’m sure we have all gotten the random dialogue of

Prompto: All right, let’s hit up the Crow’s Nest! Ignis, for no fucking reason: If you wish to put on weight?  Certainly. Prompto, defeated: Yeah, I know…

Every time I get this dialogue I want to yell and also want the option to kick Ignis out of the party.  Also the fact that no one steps up on Prompto’s behalf (notably, you know, his goddamn best friend!!) is a bit of an Issue too.  Another one involves Ignis, but I have only gotten it once, so I can’t remember it exactly, but Ignis says something to the effect that he can make “whatever [Prompto] wants” for dinner and Prompto says “Yeah, it’s the wanting that’s the problem.”  That’s...that’s horrifying and y’all should be concerned for your friend.

To turn my attention back to Noct, objectively the most important person to Prompto, we need go no further than “Why is your face so fat?” in selfies.  

This one legitimately made me mad.  Prompto panics and retaliates with “What?? I’m not fat!!” (notably, he said “I” and not “my face,” which is a bit of a slip), and Noctis is supposed to be his best friend.  I was somewhat okay with Noct being passive in the earlier incidents, because maybe he wanted to spare Prompto the group drama that would ensue, but Noct directly engaging in it actively pissed me off.  I also want to say this isn’t me bashing on the characters in the slightest, I am simply calling attention to the way they are written.  Because they are not called out by anyone else, because this behavior is treated as acceptable, I have to assume the narrative wants me to agree with them.

The only conclusion I can gather from this is that not only are the bros aware of Prompto’s disorder, but they actively encourage it.  Which would only further Prompto’s assumption that they only will love and accept him if he looks a certain way.  No wonder the poor kid was so freaked out about his barcode!

Part 4: This shit is triggering to players

The subtitle for this section should be “Haley talks about how deeply “Dogged Runner” affected her in a PTSD kind of way” because that’s what I’m going to be doing.  Second trigger warning for eating disorders and weight talk, because that’s what this is gonna be.  This also is not going to be nice.  I have strong language for Square:

Here’s where I come clean about why this issue matters so fucking much to me, and why I am now freely and openly saying “fuck you” to Square every chance I get.  When I first saw Brotherhood, I was at a stage in my life where I was not coping well with my body image.  I had my first brush with anorexia in high school, but it was coming back because I was in a new place, and I felt like that was the only thing in my life that I could control.  So I had been eating less and falling back into the habit, except...this time I had my support system.  So I thought.  I went into the anime wanting to learn more about the characters I had come to love, and I walked out of it thoroughly triggered and horrified that Square would stoop to such shoddy, lazy, and harmful storytelling.  

I had...a moment, here.  I won’t detail the breakdown too much but I was genuinely not okay.  To see behaviors that I had ferociously clawed my way out of, and was violently resisting once more, portrayed not only as not unhealthy, but as desirable for people like me...it genuinely felt personal.  And, I imagine I wasn’t the only player who felt that way.  In fact, because I have talked to other people like me, I know this is the case.

Let me take you on a trip, for a moment.  Humor me.  Imagine you’re in your early 20s, and you’ve put a lot of ugly, horrible coping methods behind you.  Imagine your best friend in the entire world, @nonbinary-recipehs​, recommends this game they are playing, and you play it together and start to consume its media.  Imagine the horror and dread that settles on the both of you watching this episode, which rings so similarly to the times you passed out from lack of food, from over-exercising, from over-straining yourself to be this idealized version of thinness.  Imagine seeing that the outcome of this episode isn’t Prompto getting the support he needs from his friends, but that the narrative legitimizes his suffering. In fact, this brutal suffering and rapid loss of weight was necessary to justify this character’s relevance to the narrative! Imagine how that must make you feel.  Maybe those coping methods that were so horrible actually weren’t.  It worked for Prompto, maybe it’ll work for you!!

Perhaps that little thought experiment will help you understand what this whole situation can feel like to players like me, to people who have struggled with internalized fatphobia and with eating disorders, who have been called heavy, who have been made to feel as though their worth is in their thinness.  Fuck you, Square.  Fuck you for not having an ounce of consideration for how this might possibly look.  Fuck you for not considering people like me as complete people.  Fuck you for making me watch a character I love suffer, not to tragedy, but to an illness that could have been avoided if anyone had shown him even an ounce of respect or care or decency or decorum--

…

I did warn y’all I was angry, this time.

Part 5: Two Alternative Scenarios that would Avoid All This

“So Haley,” you’re saying, somehow having read past the rant in the previous section, “if Square did it so horribly, how would you have done it?”

That, my dear reader, is an excellent question.  In fact, I’ve got two solutions, which I will explain and elaborate upon below:

The first is rather simple: Prompto doesn’t actually lose the weight and becomes a canonical fat character.  Absolutely nothing else would change about the story or Prompto’s character except for the following:

Noctis would become curious as to why this new friend of his was avoiding him.  He then has the opportunity to open up to Ignis or Gladio and reflect on what he said, and realize that he actually hurt Prompto’s feelings.  This motivates him to apologize, and the two become Actual Childhood Friends.

Prompto just Has This Body Type Now and nobody says dick about it, that’s just the Way He Looks

You could explore internalized fatphobia I suppose but I don’t actually trust Square to do this sensitively.  You know who I do trust? Liam ( @chubbyargentum ), who writes the Nighttime Sunshine AU and fic.  

All of the previously mentioned fatphobic comments are completely removed because all the bros love and support him.

Prompto isn’t the comic relief because of his size, he just happens to be both.  Yes, there is a difference, and no, I am not going to derail the essay by explaining that.

Prompto would still absolutely kick ass, take names, shoot people, love chocobos...all the shit he does in canon.  But now, you have a character who didn’t have to be completely humiliated to get to this point.  Now you just...have a guy who happens to be friends with the prince, because he is kind and caring. 

But okay, let’s take another approach.  Let’s say Prompto does still lose weight. How, then, do we accomplish this without being fatphobic or debasing Prompto’s character like canon did?  

That leads me to solution 2: Prompto does lose weight, but it’s incidental.  Let me explain what I mean here:

Let’s have a situation in which the apology does still happen as I outlined in the first solution.  Childhood friends is a thing.

As such, Prompto becomes...increasingly curious at all the cool training Noct does.

Noct is….embarrassed about this, I think. Because Prompto doesn’t like Understand What It All Means...and they’re still pretty young.  Noct doesn’t want him to understand.

But Prompto?  He wants to be able to Do Cool Shit, especially if it means defending his best bro who also happens to be the prince.  And he doesn’t want Noct to do any of this alone.  He asks to train with Noct, no special treatment (except for like the fact that he legit can’t do magic).

Gladio...allows this, begrudgingly.  Then, permanently, when he notices Noct tries harder as a result of showing off.

Prompto starts to learn how to take care of himself from Gladio, and from Ignis, who has...gathered that Prompto doesn’t exactly have parents, and becomes invested in helping him learn how to cook healthy meals for himself.  Who knows?  Maybe the healthy eating will rub off on Noct!

The result is that, over time, Prompto does lose some weight...and starts to bulk up as Puberty Happens.  However.  This is all incidental.  Prompto never set out to lose weight because he hated himself or felt unworthy, like in canon.  He set out to become strong and train with his best bro.  This is absolutely critical. 

With this solution, Prompto does lose weight, but doesn’t become the borderline underweight young man with an eating disorder we all know and love.  Instead, he’s been brought up around healthier traditions, which makes him immensely more suited for the role of Crownsguard when that time comes.  In fact, he might have entered it at age 18 just like Gladio and Ignis did, despite Noct’s protests.  Another thing I like about this solution is that it shows how Prompto is friends with Ignis and Gladio; how those relationships developed independently of Noctis, and why these four really are the family unit the game wants me to think they are.

And with these two solutions, I believe I have laid out some much stronger backstories for our beloved boy that avoid all of the...unfortunate implications of his canon backstory.  I only wish that Square had thought about their implications just a little bit more, and done Prompto some true justice.

Part 6: What motivated this essay, and the power of shared experience

This isn’t really a proper conclusion, that’ll be in TL;DR, but I would be remiss to not include what actually motivated me to write this massive essay, and also share it with all of you.  The sharing part, I think, is super critical.  When you inhabit marginalized identities, and in this case I specifically mean having a fat body, it can be...difficult to share and discuss your experiences.  Harder, still, to be public about them, and to criticize media that perpetuates these harmful ideas.  But here I am, doing that.  Here’s why that is.

About a month ago, I met @chubbyargentum, who is called Liam.  I was cruising through the promptis tag, as you do, and found his Nighttime Sunshine AU, and his blog is filled with excellent art for it as well. The premise of this AU, on its face, is very simple: it’s a story where Prompto and Noctis did not actually become friends in high school, and two very important things are different: Prompto is still fat, and Noctis is a closeted trans man.  While I can’t speak to the trans experience, I can indeed speak to the experience of inhabiting a fat body.  And this AU….spoke to me.  I don’t want to spoil too much but there is a rather emotional scene that just...confronts everything I wanted Square to confront about this that they never did.  He approaches the topic with so much sensitivity and nuance, something that is so rarely seen in fandom. 

I’ve talked with Liam every day since, and my brain has consistently been enlarged.  A lot of things I let slide before...felt so egregious to me that I had to say them.  I’ve been confronting my own internalized prejudices towards certain kinds of bodies all the time, and I am learning every day.  He’s become a very dear friend of mine, and I care deeply about him.

This also came at I guess you could say the “first climax” of my journey with weight loss, which I had never had success with despite the trauma I described in Part 4.  I’ve lost...a significant amount of weight since March, and I think the reason I’ve had so much success is 1) the support of my friends (notably @nonbinary-recipehs, @pocket-prompto, and @chubbyargentum), and 2) not feeling like I hated myself anymore.  I approached it as a journey to become more strong, not less fat.  As I outlined in Part 4...Prompto’s Brotherhood episode and character backstory were and are legitimately triggering to me, and, I imagine, to many others.  Liam had the confidence to put the content in the world that he wished to see, and this essay is helping me do the same.  

Having other people who share your marginalized experiences and validate them...well, I’m sure many of you know.  It’s a feeling like no other.  And I’ve never really had this feeling explicitly about the experience of being fat until now.  Now, I understand that my anger is in fact, righteous.  And I am not afraid to say so.  The power of shared experience motivated this essay and, in fact, everything that I do on this blog.  I have come away from this AU with the bravery to say aloud what I have always known to be true.   

So thank you, Liam.  Thank you, big brain group.  And thank you, readers, for listening to an experience that may or may not mirror your own, and for opening up your heart enough to hear the roughly 5000 words before this point.  Thank you for making the effort to understand, and the effort to learn and grow.

TL;DR

I did promise to provide an easily digestible version of the…(checks word count) ~5000 words before this point, so here we go.  The central thesis of this essay is something like “the way Prompto’s weight loss arc was portrayed in Brotherhood is horrendously fatphobic for a number of reasons.”  I then broke it down into six major pieces: the first four being the fact that weight loss is treated as moral by the narrative, the uncharacteristically dickish actions of Noctis, the fact that Prompto’s disorder is encouraged by other characters, and the out-of-universe triggering effects the story has.  In the fifth piece, I outlined two alternative scenarios: one where Prompto doesn’t lose weight at all and remains fat, and one where he does lose weight but healthily so and fleshes out his character.  In the final piece, I explained the motivation behind writing this essay, namely interacting with other fat fans like @chubbyargentum.  I explained all of these points in great detail, being careful to stress that my issue with this isn’t any of the individual characters, but the bias that motivates the writing.

So...what now?  Well, I’m not really sure.  But this was something I really had to put into the world.  I think it is important and necessary to speak up and criticize media that harms you.  And you know what?  Final Fantasy XV is still my favorite game.  It is because I love it so much that I was motivated to write this, and by sharing it, I hope to contribute to a greater discussion about fatphobia in gaming, and in life.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #tw fatphobia #tw eating disorders #prompto argentum #please be respectful with this one #i feel like this is an unpopular opinion #but it is incredibly necessary that i say this #because it is something i believe #and because I don't want square to continue to get away with it #thank you for read #haley.exe #haley writes ffxv #haley has opinions #i'm preparing for so much hate

[jazzraft]

Prompt request: IT'S NOCT'S BDAY AGAIN. Did Light practice her fishing skills since the last time we saw her?? Maybe! Let's just say she did heh. She caught an arapaima for his birthday. Maybe screecap this and block out my ask because this prompt is potential spoilers : )

sorry I couldn’t get this out on his actual birthday, but I had fun with this, nevertheless

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The dead body dropped upon Noct’s little fold-out table with a heavy, wet slap. The table buckled under the weight, bowing to the cold blue triumph in Lightning’s glare. Noctis could only blink, shocked and awed, cowering behind his phone as if that tiny amount of surface area could shield him from the wide-eyed corpse presented to him.

“Happy birthday,” Lightning stated with finality, then marched away.

“Thanks,” Noct squeaked.

He stared in equal parts horror and fascination at the great, dead fish. It had to be at least six feet long, and by the sound of its massive thunk against the table, it had to be heavier than he was. The thin plastic spokes of the fold-out were starting to wheeze under the weight. Wondering how Lightning had managed to drag the creature from the lake on her own made Noct feel light-headed. He doubted even Gladio could have managed the thing without help.

“Hey.”

Noctis nearly jumped out of his skin when Lightning returned. She scraped a skeptical look over him, but didn’t comment on the blanched palette of his face. She merely tapped the fishing rod against her shoulder, bouncing the lure in her palm.

“This one’s good,” she said of the lure, matter-of-factly. “You should get more.”

“No shit.”

He laughed, breathlessly, thumbs shaking as he tapped his phone to take a picture of her catch. Lightning quirked one sharp brow at him, shrugged, and returned to the tackle box, holding onto the little green malboro lure as her trophy. The fish was for Noct.

“There’s no way…” he muttered to himself.

He didn’t need to search it to know what the thing was. He’d marveled at this very fish upon the centerfolds of his angling magazines many times, starry-eyed over the tenacity of the fisherman to have caught such a beast. Arapaima were vicious once they got on the line, thrashing and pulling with endless reserves of stamina. This breed was known to drag even the best anglers right off the end of the dock, reeling in human beings just as adeptly as they did fish. Some fishermen claimed to have fought the arapaima from sunrise to sunset before its strength finally puttered out. One guy claimed it ate his hand, but Noct was pretty sure he’d just sat in the sun a little too long waiting for the thing to bite.

Catching the fish was a feat, but the longer Noctis admired the pale scales, the less surprised he was that Lightning had managed it. He didn’t know a whole lot of people so determined to bend nature to their will who also had the power to actually do it. When Lightning said she was going off to kill that behemoth in the way of their path, she did not come back without wearing its teeth. It could take hours, it could take days, it could take him having a panic attack wondering if she was dead, but when Lightning said she was going to do something she did not come back until it was done.

This morning, when she’d said, “I’m going to catch you something,” Noct had merely nodded and yawned and looked forward to getting a minnow. He would have been perfectly happy with that. He just appreciated that she would go out of her way to even attempt it for him. He knew that she wouldn’t have been pleased with anything short of a twenty pound bass, but he didn’t think she’d resolved to go this far.

Noctis took pictures of every angle of the fish before the table cracked under its weight. He shuffled back when it did, freezing like he expected the arapaima to leap up and attack him from the stone floor of the haven after murdering the table. But the thing just stared, appalled by its own defeat, into the russet sunset over the Vesperpool.

The quivering feeling of horror in Noct’s guts slowly started to lighten into a bubbly bounce of giddy joy. He felt his lips jerking up at the corners, nearly hysterical in his glee. He didn’t know what the hell he was going to do with this thing, and the pride he felt wasn’t the same as when he caught a challenging fish himself. No, this was more than that. He didn’t think he could feel prouder than when he reeled in a fifty pounder, but being the chosen recipient of Lightning’s accomplishment��� well, that wasn’t something just anyone could earn.

Tentatively, Noctis approached her while she was tidying up the fishing equipment, inspecting the line in the glint of the sun as fastidiously as if she were tempering a blade. Noctis fiddled with his hands for a second, not sure if he should ask first before he hugged her. Ultimately, he bit his lip and just resolved to do it, worse with words than he was with gestures. She stiffened immediately at the surprise squeeze of his arms around her.

“Off.” The brusque command was immediate.

“Thanks,” he said, voice embarrassingly high before he cleared his throat and tried again. “I love it.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re weird like that.”

He felt her shoulders loosen just the tiniest bit, a small huff of a sigh exhaled in fond exasperation. She allowed him to maintain this invasion of her personal space for a whole five seconds longer then, demanded again, “Off.”

He scampered away like an excited puppy to inspect the fish upon the remains of the table, not sure what he was more excited about: the fact that he got to brag about this for years to come, or the fact Lightning let him hug her and let him keep all of his appendages. In his excitement – and his befuddled efforts to figure out where the hell he was going to store this monster – he didn’t catch the sharp cut of Lightning’s stare go soft with a smile as she watched him.

She hated fishing, hated having to practice in secret under the cover of the night, hated being defeated countless times over by the elusive fish of Lucis’s lakes, but for that? That big, boyish smile and those wide, sparkling eyes?

Worth it.

#final fantasy xv #final fantasy xiii #noctis lucis caelum #lightning farron #lightis #ffxv #ffxiii #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy 13 #myfic

[amarabliss]

Oaths and Hearts - 18 (Ignis Scientia/Reader)

So this is a crossover between FFXV and Dragon Age Inquisition.

You fell through a rift into the fade fighting the demons you swore to protect your world from. When you popped out you were no longer in the lands of Ferelden instead trapped in Insomnia. The gracious king allowed you to say recognizing power when he saw it. One thing led to another and now you were part of the procession of the prince to his wedding years later. Before the final battle, after years of fighting, losses, and love…your friend…your king…Noctis has asked you to change it all…

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Ignis yawned as he walked onto the site of construction. He took in a deep breath before raising his coffee up for a drink. His peace was broken by Gladio giving his two cents, “Duel wielding is illegal in some countries.”

Ignis turned giving him an exasperated look, “I know for a fact that duel wielding is completely legal in Insomnia, but I suppose you’re referring to my coffee and thermos.”

“Rough night still?” Gladio looked at him with concern.

“Her contractions are getting more frequent.” Ignis brought the cup up again, “She nearly said it was time last night.”

“She did?” Gladio’s eyes widened before he smiled, “Wow…It’s hard to believe you’re going to be a dad soon.”

“Did it happen? Are we uncles!?” Prompto ran up to him.

“Do you really think he’d be here if Y/N had the baby?” Noctis walked over wearing a safety hat on smirking, “Better get used to sleepless nights buddy.”

“So, I have been reminded daily.” Ignis sighed before setting his thermos on a bench, “Enough about me, where are we in the project?”

“Iggy…” Noct stepped close to him, “we do have a handle on this. You can go and get some rest.”

Ignis smiled at him, “I appreciate the concern, but I am getting enough rest. Y/N assures me we still have a couple of weeks…”

He looked at them all staring at him. Gladio was the first to speak, “Did you…read that in a book?”

“I…no…she just…I trust her.” Ignis set his empty cup down, “She is a woman after all…”

“Ignis, babies aren’t like calendars…” Gladio sighed shaking his head, “I can’t even remember the amount of false alarms my mom and dad had with Iris…and she was early…like three weeks early.”

Ignis stared at him a moment before shaking his head a little, “This is different.”

“You’re delusional!” Prompto rolled his eyes before smiling, “Regardless…I have the camera close by so we can get all the pictures we need when our little man arrives.”

“Our?” Ignis watched him and Gladio walking toward the contractor.

“Yeah…” Noctis smiled at him, “You’re the first of us to have a kid. We’re excited and knowing your baby is a little man…expect many gifts and a spoiled rotten kid. At least for a little while…”

Ignis looked at him, “You are Luna have talked then…”

“More then that.” Noct blushed a little, “She has her duties and I have mine, but…we can’t help wanting more then just our kingdoms and responsibilities.”

“Well…in time, you’ll get your wish.” Ignis put a hand on his shoulder, “You’re both young yet…”

“You say that as if you’re so much older then I am.” Noct laughed as they both walked to catch up with the others.

“In terms of maturity, until recently…” Ignis smirked chuckling as Noct glared at him a little.

The work was hard and honest. Rebuilding took manpower they didn’t have and everyone had begun to wear thin. But hope was in the future.

Luna had convinced Altissia to send aid sooner than later. The boys capture of the crystal had made a significant impact in how the world viewed Insomnia's young king. Not to mention the flocks of Insomnian citizens returning home. Everyone wanted to help.

It was the beginning of a new world view. Status barely mattered, just assisting your fellow man was enough.

Ignis looked up at the bright blue sky wiping is brow. Noctis had decided that rebuilding the hospital and other public venues needed to be priority one. The people rallied behind and progress was good despite the lack of supplies and people.

“Ignis!” The alarmed cry from below Drew is attention away from a flock of flying birds. It was Libertus and Tor running up to the work crews.

“Right here…what’s wrong?” He pushed through the crowd to get to them.

“Its time.” The both told him breathless, “She…Y/N…she’s…”

“What?” Ignis felt his hair practically stand on end as he shook his head, “No…no we’re supposed to have more time…we…”

“Iggy…” He looked at Gladio who stepped up next to him with Prompto, “it’s time…”

“But…nothing’s ready. I was supposed…I…we don’t even have a crib…” Ignis frowned putting a hand to his forehead.

“Hey hey!” Prompto waved his hands at him, “You only have one thing to worry about right now and that’s getting to Y/N and helping her. That’s your job right now.”

Ignis looked at him finding a strange comfort from his words before he nodded, “Right…yes, of course.”

“So, let’s get you there as fast as we can.” Noctis stepped up next to him putting his arm around Ignis’ shoulders, “Hold on.”

Ignis had warped before in short spurts when he and Noct performed maneuvers in battle. Galdio and Prompto both said that it made them sick afterwards. Ignis didn’t find he had that problem until now as his nerves fell into overdrive.

“Breathe Specs.” Noct reminded him as they landed already halfway to their destination.

Ignis looked at him seeing sweat drip down his friend’s face, “Noct, I can manage the rest.”

“Nonsense…” Noct shook his head warping to the next spot taking in a deep breath, “I can get you a bit closer.”

“Noct…” Ignis gently pushed him away toward a bench, “Sit…call Gladio and Prompto to come pick you up…”

As he turned away he heard Noct speak, “You’re gonna be great…just…breathe.”

Ignis looked back at him giving him a sturdy nod before turning back and taking off in a run. Every single step felt like fire began coursing through him. He didn’t know how to be a father…his was taken from him when he was young.

Not that his father hadn’t done well…but he remembered Roderick. His father was kind and gentle, but always seeking the truth and never giving up to find it. Brief images of riding his shoulders through their home, a proud smile, dancing in the kitchen…

He burst into the Citadel rushing to the stairs feeling his legs beginning to burn. As he pushed the door open, he heard a loud wail and he felt his stomach drop. He walked forward pushing through people standing in the hall. Nurses, doctors, patients…

“Y/N…” He heard Dr. Reed speaking, “Y/N you have to calm down…”

“What’s going on?” Ignis pushed forward and a nurse intercepted him as Dr. Reed turned around, “Dr. Reed…”

“Mr. Scientia…” Dr. Reed stepped close to him, “There’s been a…complication…”

“Complication…” Ignis eyes jumped to the open door as something crashed inside and you let out another groan, “Y/N!?”

Dr. Reed put his hands on Ignis’ chest with the nurse, “I can’t let you in there.”

“Ignis…” Your voice sounded weak and scared.

“Get out the way.” Ignis began pushing through them but was held back, “Move!”

“It’s too dangerous!” Dr. Reed raised his voice, “If I let you in there, there is a chance you will not walk out.”

“I don’t care, my wife needs me. Now move.” Ignis voice was low as he glared at the doctor feeling their hands move off him. He adjusted his shirt before stepping into the room.

His eyes widened as the scorch marks on the walls and floor. All the medical equipment was strewn about away from you. You were standing gripping onto the bed railing shaking.

“Y/N…” He began to step forward, but you raised you hand toward him.

“Stay back…” You turned shaking your hair from your sweating face, “…you…you have to leave.”

He stood still staring at you, “Y/N…I will not leave you. Not now…not ever…”

“I-I can’t control it…” You cringed putting you hand to your stomach letting out a painful groan. He took your distracted state to his advantage stepping right over to you. Your eyes opened and you started shaking your head, “No…No Ignis…”

“Shh…” He took your hand tightly in his as his other reached up pushing your hair away from your eyes, “We knew this might happen…”

Your face contorted as tears slipped down your face, “It’s so much worse…it’s so…”

“Shh…” He kissed your forehead, “We’re going to do this together…people with magic have been having babies for thousands of years from your land, you said so yourself.”

You let out another loud guttural groan as contractions came upon you, with it came an uncontrolled spell of chained lighting. It erupted through the floor around them. It was as he expected, his proximity to you protected him from the spell.

“Dr. Reed…” Ignis looked over at the door, “Be ready with everything you need for the baby…we’re doing this alone until we need you…assist with advisements only, do not enter unless I tell you.”

Dr. Reed confirmed as Ignis began turning you toward him have you hold onto his shoulders for support. You hands dug into his shoulders painfully, “I shouldn’t have….done this…mages shouldn’t…there’s too much chaos…I could hurt someone…you…our baby…”

“None of that…you are exactly as you should be…now look at me…” He brushed your hair away from your face, “You’re strong…”

“No…” You shut your eyes hanging your head again.

He lifted your chin looking into your eyes, “Yes. The strongest person I know. You fell through worlds, lost everyone and everything you ever knew, adjusted to an insane new lifestyle…with insane new people.”

“Y/N…you don’t remember but you traveled in time itself to save your family…the one we’re starting here and now…” He pressed his forehead against yours and smiled, “For a daughter we will one day have…so believe me when I say, you can do this.”

“Ignis…ooo….” You balled up his shirt in your hands as another contraction overtook you.

“It’s time.” Dr. Reed spoke from the doorway, “You’re going to have to push…I…I suggest laying down…”

“No…” You shook your head, “No…I…”

“It’s alright…we can stand…” He looked around the room before helping you toward a chair, “Brace yourself on this…I’ll need to be below to catch him.”

You nodded as you took in a deep shuddered breath grabbing onto the chair with one hand, “If…”

“I won’t let it come to that.” He took your other hand pressing it to his lips shutting his eyes. You wanted him to put you under if it came to it. You had researched c-sections, and even Dr. Reed had considered it but felt your concerns weren’t merited.

He could see Dr. Reed was reconsidering his position as he looked back as he reached for some gloves, “Doctor?”

“Ignis, you’ll need to reach up and check her cervix…based on her contractions…I’m positive she’s ready, but to be sure… insert two fingers…” He walked Ignis through what he was and wasn’t supposed to feel. Based on what was described back to him Dr. Reed confirmed full dilation, “The next time you feel a contraction you need to bear down…deep breath…and push…Ignis you’re going to see the head first…and gravity will probably work quickly.”

Ignis looked up at you as begin letting out quick short breaths trying you best to remain in control, “Darling…we do it now…just let go and think of Ulric.”

You nodded as you adjusted as the contraction wracked your body. He saw the immense strain you began to put on yourself as you pushed letting out a warrior’s scream. He could indeed see you taking down hordes of demons and dragons for those you loved in that moment. The moment you were becoming a mother, the joining a league of strongest forces the universe could create. His focus shifted quickly from your face to the small life beginning to join them in this world.

The process repeated. He hardly acknowledged the lights shattering above them as the storm you let loose raged everywhere around them. His heartbeat was so loud as he couldn’t hear his voice as he instructed you for one final push.

Then everything happened so fast…he was holding his crying son in his hands. Tears flooded into his eyes as he spoke, “He’s here…he’s here…”

“He…Ig…Ignis…” You looked back at them both.

Ignis saw your small smile before your legs started to give out. With precision reflexes he was up catching you with his one arm, “Y/N…”

“Go, go!” He heard behind him as he set your tired form into the chair. Nurses and Dr. Reed rushed into the room around them.

One nurse made eye contact with him taking his son from him to be examined. His eyes went back to you as they carefully lifted you to the bed. Dr. Reed confirmed everything had gone well as you began to come back eyes cracking back open when Ulric began to cry.

“…mm…my baby…” You reached up weakly and Ignis took your hand.

“He’s right here…just one more moment.” He whispered moving in to kiss your forehead, “You did so well my love.”

“Here we go…” A smiling nurse came back holding Ulric in a clean blanket as he cried, “meet your momma…”

Tears flooded his Ignis’ eyes again as you were handed him. Instantly his son’s cries disappeared as you pressed your cheek against his head, and the most miraculous sight occurred. A spell he’d only ever seen you use once to save everyone in battle rushed over everyone in the room.

Every nerve that had been set afire calmed in his body as tingling warmth replaced it. He felt energy being restored, as did everyone else who had their anxiety shooting through the roof. A knight’s resurgence…a revival.

You looked up at him as the calm feeling fell over everyone in the room, “Ignis…he’s wonderful…”

“He is…” A nurse handed him some towels to clean up before he leaned back to his family touching and kissing them both, “You both are…”

After sometime everyone shuffled around before taking Ulric back to be put in the nursery to give you time to be tended to. Before you were wheeled away you grabbed his arm, “Don’t leave him…”

There was such fear in your eyes, he could not refuse you. He followed the nurse down the hall looking in the bassinet at his perfect creation. Having no traditional facilities yet, they had converted a small office into the nursery.

“Would you like to hold him again, dad?” The nurse smiled at Ignis as she finished reswaddling him.

“I…” He wasn’t really given the option as she placed the boy back in his arms. He choked up looking at him, “I love you…I love you so much.”

Ulric fussed a little as he brought him up kissing his little hands. Staring at him made all time seem to stop that he didn’t notice three onlookers standing in the doorway until he heard the sound of a shutter. He looked up seeing Prompto snapping photos grinning just as big as the other two.

“How long have you been there?” Ignis walked over to them.

Noctis beamed up at him, “Oh…just fifteen minutes or so…”

“You should have said something.” Ignis bobbed his arms up and down as Ulric began to move a little, “But that’s beside the point…everyone…meet Ulric.”

“Wow…” Gladio whispered reaching over touching Ignis’ arm gently, “You did good.”

“I’ll say…hey little dude!” Prompto whispered, “I’m your Uncle Prompto…and I’m gonna be your favorite!”

“Nah…his uncle the king will be.” Noct nudged the blonde a little getting everyone to chuckle.

“We got him something.” Gladio stepped out into the hall before coming back inside holding a bag.

Ignis watched as the boys smirked at him before pulling out a book, “Oh…well it’s a little early…”

“Well in time he’s gonna want to know about everything…this is just a fun way to do it.” Gladio stepped in opening the book to show Ignis, “It’s yours and Y/N’s story minus some parts, plus others…see…”

Ignis looked at a beautifully illustrated child’s book showing how you met them all including Nyx, but everyone was drawn in a cartoonish way. Gladio flipped through it and it showed you both going on a date in Altissia, then fighting side by side to save Noct all the way leading up to being brought home.

“It’s wonderful…thank you…” He looked at them all before turning to Noctis who had nonstop been staring at the small child in his arms since he walked over, “Would you like to hold him?”

“Oh I…” Noct began to shake his head.

“There is no one I would trust more with son.” Ignis told him gently handing him over, “Support his head…”

Noct looked at Ulric and smiled before looking at Ignis, “So how’s it feel? We heard it was a special type of delivery.”

Ignis sat down looking up at them, “I never anticipated delivering him myself…but I can’t imagine doing it any other way…When I held him…it was…it was like everything inside me began to reset and reform…there’s really no words…except that I love him. I love him and I would do anything for him.”

He lifted his glasses off his face wiping the sudden tears away as the boys crowded around him in support. Everything was finally right in the world. Everything was just as it should be…

#oaths and hearts #ffxv ignis #ignis scientia #ignis scientia reader #Ignis scientia/reader #ignis scientia imagine #gladiolus amiticia #Noctis Lucis Caelum #noctis #noct #prompto #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv imagine #ffxv/dragon age crossover #ffxv #ffxv imagine #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age crossover #final fantasy xv dragon age crossover #cor leonis #nyx ulric #kingsglaive

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A/N: Here’s another set that I managed to finish! I’m wanting this to lead into some comrades HCs so if you can give me opinions on allegiances before the fall of Lucis that will be great! I’ll probably also write your roles during the fall also because that sounds fun and slightly chaotic. I’ll leave things at this and I hope you have a good night/day. I LOVE YOU~

~mod Amic

Chocobros x Kingsglaive S/O

Noctis

At the beginning of everything, Noctis is with a Kingsglaive that actually went to school with him.

You are Lucian by birthright but their proficiency with magic didn’t go unnoticed so they were recruited into the Kingsglaive just before high school graduation.

Soon after that you and Noctis started dating, it was a sweet relationship.

Noctis and you would go out for dinner, you two would spar, you two even moved in together around the age of twenty.

Later though this would be all lost, Noctis was to be wed to Lady Lunafreya of Tenebrae, something that even upset King Regis.

Regis was fond of you, he didn’t just see you as just a Glaive but he saw you as the person that his son loved but he knew he also could not command the old wall for long so he had to do something to help gain peace with Nifelheim.

Noctis was understandably upset when he was told that he had to end the relationship, he didn’t want to marry Lunafreya but as the prince he has a duty and this duty he has to take.

The guys are not surprised when you opted to remain in Lucis instead of joining them but when you send them off each one seems to bear his own emotion about the whole situation.

When leaving Noctis looks back at you with sad eyes and leaves..

You are left to your own vices so you return to the Kingsglaive base and hang out with some of your teammates.

The announcement of the treaty and it’s agreement has your teammates going mad and you have to resist the urge to complain as they do.

You love Noctis still so you don’t want to disrespect his father but yet… wasn’t his father the one who broke you two up?

You’ve heard whispers of an upcoming betrayal to the king but yet you still can’t will yourself to do such a thing.

The choice will need to come. Will you lash out at the king that destroyed your relationship or protect him as loyally as you have for the past couple of years.

Prompto

Need I explain how much you means to Prompto?

Prompto holds his relationships close to his heart so an S/O is not an exception.

We’ll go with the same background for the glaive, they are Lucian by birthright but their proficiency with magic didn’t go unnoticed so they were recruited into the Kingsglaive just before high school graduation.

I believe that this relationship might’ve happened sooner than Noctis’s so say you and Prompto became exclusive around prom.

Prompto loves you greatly thus meaning when he had to leave to pick up Noctis’s bride to be and you stayed behind deciding to resume your duties he would give you a big hug and would ask you to stay safe while he’s gone.

Prompto promises you that he will take a multitude of pictures and would bring you souvenirs from the trip so that he can share his experiences with you.

After the Regalia leaves your field of vision you decide to return to your duties and possibly get some sparring in with your teammates just to arrive in time for a briefing.

The briefing leaves your comrades disgruntled.

The briefing is about an upcoming treaty between Lucis and Niflheim… but all Lucian territories will be surrendered.

You are of Lucian blood but you can understand why your brothers and sisters in arms are so bothered.

There are rumors of an uprising, two different forms too. One that is meant to be a distraction, and one that is meant to draw blood.

What path should you take? Should you defend the crown’s decision, should you defend your friends’ decisions, or should you do your best to not involve yourself?

Ignis

You come from outside of the borders of Lucis.

Let's say you originate from the country of Tenebrae.

You and Ignis have a very patient and understanding relationship so the two of you understand that the other may not be around for all hours of the day.

With him handling duties with the crown prince and you fighting battles it is a wonder that you even manage to get time together.

Nonetheless the two of you support each other happily.

When Ignis leaves for his excursion with the guys you are there for the send off.

Ignis reminds you to take care of yourself, also reminds you of how much he loves you, gives you a kiss on the top of your head, and begins walking away though you can see he is almost reluctant to release your hand.

Before entering the Regalia Ignis gives you one more glance and waves.

You knew that you had a duty to attend to so you decided to leave even though the car was not out of your line of sight.

You arrived to where the glaive would often congregate and discuss the current happenings with a glaive when Drautos walks in.

You are floored when the news of the impending treaty reaches your ears.

You did not understand the point of it all and things turned for the worse when your comrades started getting at each other’s throats.

You’re fairly certain that you stopped a murder from taking place when everyone started fighting.

But you understand the tension.

You might’ve lost your home years ago but your brothers and sisters in arms haven’t and yet it will happen in only the span of a few days.

You are very disgruntled about the fate given to the territories.

Whispers of a rebellion have circulated and it is quite evident that something is happening.

What line will you walk? Will you seek out the rebels or remain steadfast and loyal? 

Gladio

For this one you are from a Lucian territory, your choice.

Let’s be frank, the two of you met during your careers in the Lucian military.

The two of you understand very well what your careers entail and because they are similar the two of you actually get a fair amount of time together.

There’s only one difference of importance between your careers and that is he is responsible for the crown prince and you are responsible for the country.

The two of you tend to ‘argue’ about who has a larger responsibility.

The ‘arguments’ amuse Iris greatly too because you or Gladio always cracks at the end and questions what the hell the two of you are doing.

Anyway Gladio loves you and feels bad to be leaving you for an unknown period of time, especially since you can go into battle at anytime but nonetheless you shoo him off and make sure he goes.

When at the send off Gladio is hugging and kissing you because he loves flustering you.

Just before leaving Gladio tells you to behave yourself and to not cause trouble with the other glaive.

You tell him that you can’t promise anything so he gives a hearty laugh and kisses you again before saying goodbye and walking towards the Regalia.

You know that as long as Gladio doesn’t cause any trouble he can protect the others from it so you walk away with a smile as the car pulls away.

You enter the congregation hall and talk to Tredd about possible upcoming battles and talk about plans that you and some of the other glaive have.

When Drautos enters the hall he comes in looking very… you couldn’t explain it in the moment but there seemed to be concern and something restless about him.

Drautos got to explaining some news you never wanted to hear.

Lucis was giving up its territories to the Nifs.

You never felt so betrayed before.

You’ve fought all these years to protect your home just to lose it.

Madness broke out as your comrades began arguing and you did nothing because you felt so unsure.

Eventually you received an email inviting you to join a rebellion- no revolution that would remove the king from power and give Nifelheim the advantage… but free the territories.

You do not know how to go about this because while you want to protect your home you’ve remained loyal to lucis for so long.

Your thoughts are treading a thin line and the decision is coming close.

Should you fight alongside the insurgents to restore your home’s freedom or should you remain as is and defend the king that betrayed your trust?

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who said “i love you” first : gladio is the likely party, here.  he is rather straightforward with what he wants & he is highly observant in the sense where he takes litmus tests (or temperature) of where his relationships are going.  he is a veteran at this & he isn't afraid to express himself ; there is strength in transparency/honesty.  & based on progression alone, once he can see that there's some palpable chemistry between he & aranea, he'd feel at peace with verbally professing his "love". 

who would have the other’s picture as their phone background : gladio.  & one of her when she's in her full-body armor because he'd find her quite charming & comely with or without said armor & because he respects her militancy (coming from a military background himself).  THAT SAID!  he'd also be extremely private with his phone, taking it with him even to the bathroom & a difficult lock screen code for extra measure.  his relationship with aranea would be pretty subtle & relaxed to the point that only the most perceptive could pick it up.  i do also think aranea would choose to utilize a picture of him as her phone background ——  focused solely of his tattooed back, because she thinks it is pretty neat & she has always been fascinated with ink (& likely has herself, a plethora of tattoos not visible with gear) & its signification.  additionally, as a bonus, his well-corded physique is aesthetically pleasing. 

who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror : aranea ninety-nine percent of the time.  they're both denizens of crude humor, so most of her messages would be rather risque, humorous, flirtatious, or all of the above.  it is one of those occurrences that started as a rather "tongue-in-cheek" way to take off,  then a full-fledged "thing".  on rarest of times, gladio would write a fogged mirror note as a way of getting the jump on her.  counter strike.  even as partners, they still have an invisible rivalry.

who buys the other cheesy gifts : most definitely gladio.  but "cheesy" in a good way.  he is the kind to pay close attention detail, especially toward someone he bears great interest in ——  granular, minute details.  for example; she wears bows in her hair.  with that in mind, he'd make a mental note, when traveling with the guys, to veer off into his own (when a break permits) & peruse all of the local shops until he finds ribbons or bows which he can present her with.   that amount of meticulousness would leave her gobsmacked but for a fraction of a moment.   when he's in a relationship, he takes it seriously.

who initiated the first kiss :  gladio, but only to bridge the gap.  full explanation is that they would have developed a very playful/flirtatious dynamic.  between them, a constant cycle of "hot-&-cold" & hard to get, trading anecdotes, friendly rivalry & having mutual interests.  when it draws to a point where they're growing comfortable with being touchy (e.g., "chin touches or shoulder squeezes"), he'd as the kids say, shoot his shot.

who kisses the other awake in the morning : as an early bird,  gladio is disciplined to be the first to wake up in order to engage in intense training & exercise routine.  her schedule is extremely hectic & the few & far between moments they get to spend time together, she must disperse as early as possible ; he becomes her alarm clock with an added benefit.  in her half asleep semi irritation of a scratchy beard on her skin which she concedes once the realization settles in.

who starts tickle fights :  they are far too structured to do the "tickle" thing.  at most, aranea might poke him in the ribcage if he says something to warrant jamming her index finger into his side.  perhaps something (jokingly) at her expense, to playfully detract his advances or get his attention.

who asks who if they can join the other in the shower : i think this is an activity they both engage in.  assuming they’ve been intimate, one needs not ask.

who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch :  for an added bit of humor, aranea (if in the area) might airdrop gladio a treat, something of sustenance to support his great physical upkeep.  whether or not he catches it is up to him.

who was nervous and shy on the first date :  neither.  their first date would be rather relaxed, in a setting of their choosing: some sports bar with a billiards table they can shoot pool on, alternative music & beers.  somewhere where they can let their hair down & really get to know each other.

who kills/takes out the spiders : gladio would “escort” the unfortunate little critter from the area. perhaps gently scoop it into a sheet of paper & lid it on a cup until he finds a tree trunk to release it onto.  as an avid outdoorsman, he respects all living things & their place in the ecosystem.   

who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk : since gladio is entirely unabashed, aranea would have to be drunk as heck to spout her true feelings. & it takes more than a few beers & some measly shots to get her there.  & it’s a mess.  runny mascara, slurred proclamations & states of possessiveness, anger, sadness, attraction in one bundle.

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The Sun Prince (Chapter 5)

Summary:  It was an accident. A simple misstep that sent him plunging into the darkness and waking an ancient magic. Now Prompto has to deal with the consequences of making a deal with an Astral and learn how to control the magic blooming inside of him.

Also posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net under the username “kishirokitsune”

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Chapter 5: Into the Fire

After all of the running around they'd done, it felt odd to be left with nothing to do except wait. There was little reason to set out and take up a few hunts when Cid promised that he was less than a day away from completing repairs, and so Ignis insisted that they remain on Cape Caem.

There was a sort of logic to it that Prompto couldn't deny, but it didn't stop the boredom from creeping in.

Ignis and Gladio quickly found ways to keep themselves occupied by helping out around the house, while Noctis snuck away to nap in various places until he was inevitably discovered. Prompto entertained himself by walking around and taking pictures of whatever struck his fancy, and eventually his feet led him to the elevator of the lighthouse.

His heart lurched at the thought of rising up to the top in an old lift, but the chance to catch a photograph from the top was too appealing to pass up. He could stomach it for a minute or two, and then he could get back down to solid ground.

That was until he got to the top and found Noctis's most recent hiding spot. The stray cat who kept turning up was there as well, curled up on the prince's chest.

Prompto quietly sat down with his back against the wall, giving himself a moment to breathe and ignore the fact that he was eighty feet up off the ground. His camera offered him a distraction as he scrolled through the pictures he'd taken and deleted the ones that turned out too blurry or were near-identical duplicates. Being near his best friend also helped calm the anxiety he felt.

They would leave for Altissia soon.

Prompto should feel excited about that. He had always dreamed of getting to explore beyond the Wall and see the beauty of the world beyond through the lens of his own camera, and Altissia was supposed to be the most beautiful of all! He would get to take so many photographs – well, hopefully. They weren't going for a vacation, after all.

But...

The more he thought about sailing across the Cygillian Ocean, the more dread he welt, welling up in his chest and threatening to choke the air from his lungs.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was coming.

Maybe it was just his anxiety talking. Or it could be a side-effect of his powers. Either one would explain the awful nightmares that plagued his sleep, preventing him from getting more than a few hours of rest at a time.

Prompto looked over at Noctis, who was still sleeping soundly.

Their time at the chocobo post was short, and Prompto didn't have nearly as much time as he wanted to cuddle the baby chocobo's before Noctis whisked him out of sight for some extra training, while Ignis and Gladio were busy watching some of the races going on.

His magic came to him more easily each time he used it. Noctis expressed his own surprise at how quickly he was advancing, but Prompto brushed it off, remembering what Rhyos said about his body already being used to magic. With a little extra work, he learned how to craft his magic into a sphere shape, rather than the formless light he produced in the beginning.

Prompto wondered what Rhyos was doing and when he would decide to show up again. He hoped it was before they left for Altissia. There were even more questions he wanted to ask and hopefully the Astral would stick around long enough to answer some of them.

Maybe he was waiting until Prompto improved some more? Either that or he got some sort of glee out of making him wait.

Yeah. That second one sounded about right.

Prompto set his camera to the side and held his hands out, palms up. He guided his magic to swirl around, gathering until two golden orbs floated in front of him. He grinned, pleased by how easy it was becoming. With just a little focus, he could direct them to slowly fly around and move independently of one another.

The stray cat made a “mrrp” sound as she woke and watched the orbs with great interest.

“No, kitty,” Prompto said quietly. He pulled the orbs back to his hands and was about to absorb the remaining energy back into his body, when a voice cut through the air and startled him badly enough that they fizzled away.

“What are those?”

Prompto squeaked and twisted around to find Iris standing at the entrance, hands on her hips, and staring down at him with a determined expression.

“I, uh, what are what?” Prompto winced at his poor attempt at a cover-up.

Iris raised an eyebrow.

“Please don't tell anyone,” Prompto tried again.

“Hard to tell anyone when I don't know what's going on,” Iris responded lightly. She shut the door behind her and joined Prompto against the wall, casting a curious look over at Noctis. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Iris was truly a marvel. At only fifteen, she carried herself with such poise and maturity, even when faced with something unexpected, that it was easy to forget how young she was. Prompto supposed it was because she was from a long line of Kingshields and had also grown up in the citadel. Hard to relax and be a child with that amount of pressure.

“It's kind of complicated,” Prompto said, not sure whether or not he wanted to tell her everything. He still hadn't worked up the strength to tell Gladio or Ignis about it! Gladio would never forgive him if he told his little sister first.

Although, it would be good practice.

“Prompto has magic now.”

Or Noctis would take the choice away from him.

Prompto whined and tilted his head back, letting it thunk against the wall. “Dude, not cool.”

“I promised not to tell Gladio or Ignis, but you never said anything about Iris,” Noctis said as he sat up. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it out so it didn't look as disheveled after his nap.

“It was implied,” Prompto said crossly.

Iris looked between them apprehensively. “I can just, y'know, go and pretend I didn't see or hear anything?”

“No,” Prompto bit out. He sighed and sat up straight, forcing a smile on his face as he looked over at her. “I mean, I've got to tell everyone eventually, right? And you already saw it, so I'm not going to make you pretend you didn't.”

Iris relaxed. “Okay, well take your time. Or you can let Noctis explain...?”

“Noct isn't allowed to explain anything anymore, but it's like he said. I have magic now,” Prompto told her, taking charge before Noctis could say anything else. (Not that he looked like he wanted to. He was definitely avoiding looking anywhere near his friend after blurting out his secret.) “I fell into these ruins while we were helping out one of the hunters and found this, um, artifact and it gave me magic. Noctis has been helping me control it.”

Simplicity was best, right?

Iris didn't need to know every last detail, like the deal he made with an unknown Astral, or even that Rhyos liked to pop in unexpectedly to talk. Nor did she need to know about the nightmares that plagued his sleep ever since his illness. Even Noctis didn't know about that last one.

“Can you do anything cool with it, like warping? Do you have your own armiger? Not that the magical balls aren't cool, but...” Iris shrugged, apparently unsure of where she was going with her questions.

“No warping, no armiger, and excuse you but the orbs are super cool,” Prompto responded, hoping he came across as joking in the end. He grinned at her for good measure. “I dunno. I can almost make a shield, but I haven't gotten it to hold up against anything. It might have just been a fluke.”

“It's still impressive when you've only been practicing for a few days,” Noctis pointed out.

Iris looked awestruck by everything she was learning. “Seriously? It took Gladio three days just to figure out how to access the armiger and pull out the correct weapon.” She turned immediately to Noctis. “Do not ever tell him that I told you that. Anyway, I think I'm starting to understand why Gladio won't let me travel with you guys. You're both beacons for trouble. He couldn't handle the three of us running around, even with Ignis's help.”

Noctis chuckled.

“You won't tell anyone about this, will you, Iris?” Prompto asked, seized by sudden worry. “I'll tell them eventually. I just haven't figured out how. I will. Soon. In Altissia?” He winced and shut his mouth.

“I think you're making a bigger deal of this than you need to, but I'll keep it a secret for you,” Iris promised. “And because I'm so awesome, I'll let you practice how you're going to tell them on me! It'll be fun!”

Prompto wasn't sure that it would be fun at all, but it was nice of her to volunteer.

Iris grinned at him, taking his silence as agreement. “I'll even do my best impression of Gladio! I'm pretty good at it, right, Noctis?”

“I dunno. I don't think you've got that patented grumpy stare down yet,” Noctis said thoughtfully.

Iris proceeded to prove that she was very good at impersonating her brother, though the glare looked wildly out of place on her sweet face.

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A woman with fiery red hair woven into intricate braids led the way down a well-lit passageway. Water flowed down the tall, white stone walls and pooled along the sides, but never moved closer to where she walked. She was draped in blue silks decorated with golden symbols, and the fabrics flowed as she moved towards a massive door.

Behind her, a crowd of people slowly followed, leaving proper space for those carrying two white caskets, one behind the other. All were silent.

The towering white walls were bathed in the golden light of the sun, though as it began to set, shadows rose from the floor and began to cover the walls. Neither the woman nor the procession behind her faltered in step.

The door, with bands of gold representing the rays of the sun, over which a bird with rainbow feathers was placed, began to shimmer with a red light. It spread across the walls, lighting up hidden symbols, and the door soundlessly opened.

A melodious hymn filled the halls as they began their descent into the depths.

At the end of the procession was a familiar man with long dark hair and red eyes.

“Rhyos?” Prompto gasped in bodiless form.

As though he heard him, Rhyos turned to look around. When his eyes met Prompto's, everything went black.

Lady Lunafreya appeared in the darkness and Prompto opened his mouth to scream a warning, but no sound came out. He was forced to watch, helpless, as a featureless figure stabbed her in the side and red spread across the fabric of her white gown. She fell back and her trident slid form her grasp.

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Prompto gasped for air as he woke, tears streaming down his face. He sat up and pulled his legs to his chest, trembling as he tried to silence his sobs.

Nearby, Noctis mumbled in his sleep.

It took him a few minutes to calm down, but even as his heartbeat slowed to a normal pace, he knew he wouldn't get back to sleep that night. He lifted his head from his knees and that was when he saw the figure sitting near the window, moonlight illuminating his form.

“Rhyos,” Prompto whispered, too drained from his most recent nightmare to feel surprise.

“I apologize for visiting at such a late hour, however it came to my attention that things are progressing more quickly than anticipated.” Rhyos gave Prompto no chance to respond. “There has not been a wearer of the crown who experienced visions like yours since the height of Solheim power. Why did you not tell me?”

Prompto glanced worriedly at Noctis, but his friend showed no signs of stirring. “They're just nightmares. It didn't seem important,” he whispered.

Rhyos narrowed his eyes. “You speak of more than the funeral you glimpsed. Tell me about this nightmare of yours, and do not worry about your prince. He is a heavy sleeper.”

That didn't mean Prompto wanted to risk waking him up, but he also couldn't let his chance to talk to Rhyos go to waste. “I keep seeing... someone getting hurt. Someone important,” he said, being purposefully vague.

“You will need to be more detailed than that.”

Prompto closed his eyes. “I keep seeing Lady Lunafreya being stabbed. I can't see who's doing it or where she is. It's like I'm floating in this dark void.”

“It is not unusual for visions of a probable future to look that way. Nothing is set in stone and there is always the chance that the future can change. If you are seeing something, it is either to prepare you for what is coming or it is a hint of something that needs to be changed,” Rhyos explained. “Visions of the past are more clear.”

Visions.

Nausea roiled in Prompto's stomach and he took a moment to try and calm it down. His thoughts wailed profanities.

Lady Lunafreya was in danger and he didn't have the first idea of where or who the threat was. Was he not meant to know? Was it like Rhyos said and the vision was meant to prepare him for what was coming?

No.

Prompto refused to let that be her fate.

There had to be something he could do. His powers had to be good for more than just killing daemons!

“How can I stop it from happening?” he asked.

“The visions themselves will ease up now that you understand their warning, but it is likely you will occasionally glimpse moments of the past. Some are to help you in your life. Others, such as the one you had tonight, are because of me,” Rhyos said.

Prompto frowned. “You sent me that vision?”

Rhyos shook his head. “Not intentionally. It was a moment I was dwelling heavily upon. The crown and I have a connection and it likely picked up on that.” He paused for a moment. “Perhaps the next vision you have will be the creation of the crown. I think you would enjoy that one.”

As long as it let him get a proper night of sleep, Prompto wouldn't complain. He took a deep breath, trying to remember the questions that he forgot to write down. “Um, so... are those all of them? The visions and the magic, I mean. Or should I prepare for anything else because of the crown?”

“Your magic will continue to grow stronger, as will your control over it, but I cannot say for certain what other abilities the crown will grant you. It decides for itself who is worthy and of what,” Rhyos said as he stood up. “Long ago, I granted it to the Kings of Solheim, blessing it with the power so that they may protect their people. Now it is in your hands. The power you now possess will enable you to protect your people; those you care about most. That is its foremost function.

“It is not a tool of war, nor of greed. A lesser mortal could not command the abilities to come forth. What you have been granted is a mark of the purity of your soul. Of your desire to do good.”

Prompto could feel the burn of Rhyos's eyes on him. “But I'm not anyone special.”

Rhyos smiled. “And that, perhaps, is why you are the perfect candidate.”

“And what of the cost?” cut in a new voice.

Even Rhyos looked surprised as Noctis sat up and ran a hand through his hair. Dark eyes met red, and the Astral gave a respectful bow.

“What ever do you mean, Prince Noctis?” Rhyos asked.

“There's always a cost,” Noctis said, wholly serious. “I've spent my whole life watching my father's life be drained away. I know what it feels like to ask an Astral to come to our aid. What is the cost that Prompto pays for all of this?”

For a moment, Rhyos did not speak.

Prompto looked between them, wondering if he should be the one to break the silence, but he was curious too.

Rhyos smiled, his expression more gentle than Prompto had ever seen. “Worry not, young prince, there is no price to pay. That crown will not drain his life away nor make him grow weak. I always preferred lifting my chosen people to new heights rather than limiting what they can do.”

Relief washed over Prompto. It hadn't been one of his worries until Noctis brought it up, but the relief came nevertheless.

“I fear my time with you is coming to an end. I would hate to be the reason you lose anymore sleep than you already have,” Rhyos said. “There is one last thing I need to speak with you about, and that is your voyage across the Cygillian.” He waited until both of them were paying attention before continuing. “Altissia is the domain of Leviathan and her favored Messengers. It is not a place where I am welcomed, and as such, I will be unable to help you as long as you are there. Both of you, be cautious. The Tidemother's memory is long and her mood changes with the ebb and flow of the tide itself. Prove to her your strength and she will aid you. Fail and she will devour you.”

“Bleak,” Prompto commented.

Rhyos grinned. “I look forward to your return.”

The last thing Prompto remembered was Rhyos walking across the room and the feeling of warm fingertips against his forehead. Comfortable darkness rushed to greet him and he sank into the depths of slumber, where only pleasant dreams awaited him.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #prompts #fanfiction #The Sun Prince #slow burn promptis #solheim magic

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Throne - Noctis Lucis Caelum

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader 

Requested: No

Warnings: Language, at the very end 

Requests: Open

Song: Throne by Bring Me The Horizon

(A/N) - I try to keep these as gender neutral as possible, but unless it’s specifically requested that reader be gender neutral, female pronouns may be used a few times. Ignore it if you want, or come and request. I take reader insert requests as well as personal requests. :))

Remember the moment you left me alone and Broke every promise you ever made I was an ocean, lost in the open Nothing could take the pain away

Noctis’ heart hand long ago been hardened by the burdens of being royal, as well as the many difficulties he faced on his journey to reclaim his kingdom. The war they were fighting was one not easily won, Noctis figured out pretty early on. The young prince had never really understood the point of the war, not until the death of his father, King Regis. With no Caelum heir sitting on the throne, the kingdom was falling into chaos faster than Prompto was taking pictures. The four boys had been travelling together for the longest time, and never in a million years would any of them think that (Y/N) (L/N), an infamous Lucian assassin, would be joining them. 

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

They had crossed paths with (Y/N) on their way to Cindy’s garage, nearly dying in the process. The assassin had been assigned, by a third party gang leader, to take the life of a rival gang leader. Having been informed of her identity prior to the physical meeting, Noctis made sure to put Gladio on watch for any suspicious moves, ulterior motives. With many daemons programmed to take the life of the last remaining Lucis Caelum, it only seemed smart to invite (Y/N) to travel with them. She now sat in the back seat, between Prompto and Noctis, twirling a small blade in her hands. 

“Stop swinging that thing around, you’re going to kill one of us!” Prompto complained, scooting closer to the door on his right. (Y/N) only scoffed. 

“Please, I’m a professionally trained assassin. I know how to wield a blade and not harm a little bird like yourself.” She said, folding the blade back in on itself and pinching Prompto’s nose. The blonde pouted, turning away slightly. Noctis only chuckled at his friend’s antics. 

The sticks and the stones that You used to throw have Built me an empire So don't even try To cry me a river 'Cause I forgive you You are the reason I still fight

Memories of his father replayed in Noctis’ head as they made the long drive to Cindy’s garage, praying that the car wouldn’t break down before then. The king rarely had time for his son, considering all of his kingly duties in which he had to take care of before his own kin; they had servants and nurses for that, right? 

When they had finally made it to the garage, Noctis sat by himself to the side as Cindy fixed the car, with Prompto shamelessly flirting with the woman. (Y/N) sat down next to the youthful royal, sighing as she did so. 

“How is the future king of Lucis doing today?” She asked, receiving a grunt from Noctis before he decided to have a proper conversation. 

“I’m still alive, right?” He chuckled. “That’s what matters, I guess.” He said, looking towards the girl as she blew a (H/C) lock out of her face. 

“I suppose if that’s the best you can do,” She jabbed lightly, elbowing his arm softly. “What’s a prince like you doing hanging out with someone like me? Are you guys really that desperate for fighters?” (Y/N) asked, half joking, half serious. 

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

“Do you really want to sit through a Lucian history lesson?” Noctis laughed. 

“What else do we have to do here, your majesty?” She asked, laughing herself. 

“Well, buckle up. It’s quite the venture,” Noctis replied, turning towards the girl. “It all started a few years ago. I was sent away by my father, who told me that the throne was in trouble, and that he didn’t have much time left. He told me I needed to fight until I reclaimed the throne, until I ‘avenged’ him. I didn’t know what he meant, considering that I was thirteen years old, and he was still alive. Ever since then, we’ve been fighting to get back into the castle, and we’ve had almost no success. The amount of daemons and people who want the royal line dead is almost astounding, although I suppose there’s always enemies of the crown, right? Well, it’s been four years and I haven’t been able to reclaim the kingdom yet. You don’t suppose you could help with that, could you?” Noctis chuckled, trying to cover up the devastation and heartbreak with humor. 

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

(Y/N) smiled. 

“Of course I’ll be here to help. You think I just tagged along for the ride?” She poked fun at the way in which they’d met, with Gladio right under her blade. After a bit of negotiation from Ignis, she ended up in the backseat with a pouting Glagiolus Amicitia in the passenger seat. 

“Good to know,” Noctis said, looking over to Prompto and Cindy, still flirting shamelessly while the engine was being fixed. Gladio and Ignis sat together on a nearby bench, scrolling through whatever seemed interesting on their phones. “Want to go take a walk? I don’t think this will be done for awhile.” Noctis said, standing up and reaching his arm out to (Y/N), who gladly accepted it. The trails outside of the garage lead to many places Noctis didn’t necessarily want to see, considering the amount of daemons out this particular evening. Arm in arm, the pair wandered aimlessly around the town. 

The young prince couldn’t deny the assassin’s beautiful (S/C) features, stealing glances at her as she gazed around the unfamiliar land. He wondered if he would ever be able to accept a love like this again, after the deaths of both his father and betrothed, Lady Lunafreya. The scars left in his heart and mind seemed as if they would never heal; they only built up his anger and need for vengeance towards the neighboring enemy kingdoms, as well as the daemons and droids sent to attack the prince as his accomplices. 

I'll leave you choking On every word you left unspoken Rebuild all that you've broken And now you know I'll leave you choking On every word you left unspoken Rebuild all that you've broken And now you know Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

Noctis stopped the pair abruptly, confusing the young girl beside him. He turned to her with a nervous, yet adventurous, glint in his eyes. 

“What’s up?” (Y/N) said, offering him a small smile. Her features were lit up by the setting evening sun, giving her (S/K) edges a golden glow. Noctis sighed, and then took in another deep breath. 

“Uhm,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Finally deciding on his decision, even if it meant certain death. “I’m sorry about this.” He said. There was a slight objection from (Y/N), wanting to know what the problem was, until the Lucian heir interrupted her thoughts and words with his lips on hers. A surprising, yet certainly not unwelcome, gift. 

For the first time in years, Noctis felt nearly whole again as his mouth moved against (Y/N)’s, his hands pulling her closer by her hips while her hands slid up his body until they found their way into his black hair. 

He paid no mind to his past, or the tasks at hand; all that mattered in this moment was that she made him feel, well, good. That was something that the young prince hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever; and he wouldn’t change a thing about it. 

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

Holy shit, this was so goddamn bad and I’m so sorry. My first few pieces probably will be shit, I’m not even going to lie. Requests are rarely closed so feel free to hit me up with anything you want to see on this blog. I don’t really have any restrictions besides your basic rule against shit like sexism, homophobia, and racism. Thanks for reading, catch ya later ;))

#noctis #prince noctis #noctis lucis #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x reader #noctis lucis caelum x reader #finalfantasy #ffxv #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #gladiolus amiticia #king #prince #lucis #king regis #regis lucis caelum #throne #kingdom of lucis #aranea highwind #lunafreya #lunafreya x noctis #lady lunafreya #lunafreya nox fleuret #ffvii #ffxv spoilers

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For the character thing: Ardyn? Gladio?

ooh hell yeah! :D

Ardyn

Fav thing about them: ..i’m going to take this as “list the reasons you like him”. first off he’s a daddy. he’s an entertaining villain in that he always just seems to be having so much fun being evil, which i always like in a villain. he’s like handsome jack only way less charming and Sexy™ and with smaller dick energy. his animations and voice are cool (most of the time). his backstory is p interesting and i feel bad for him, though not any more than i do anyone else in the story. and his gameplay is fun! his dlc is my 2nd fav to play after ignis :3Least fav thing about them: sometimes his voice acting n stuff can be..not great. he’s good at the low intimidating voice, but doesn’t seem to do screaming very well which kinda makes it hard to take some scenes in his dlc seriously :( and the first part with aera is just hard to watch cuz, i know it’s tryna show him like “look at the person he used to be! he was once sweet and happy and in love and now look what he’s become”, but god it’s so cheesy, it’s like watching a hallmark movie. i’m sure there was a better way to show his character than that.Fav line: luna: “when the prophecy is fulfilled, all in thrall to darkness shall know peace.” ardyn: “how sweet...but please lady lunafreya, you first.”OTP: ardynoct, ardyn/ifrit (large boyfriend!!)brOTP: ardyn/ifrit, other than that ???nOTP: him and aera, him and verstael (i don’t like either of those characters and the relationship dynamics just feel dull :/)Random headcanon: i can’t imagine him not using his illusion magic to fuck with random strangers for fun during his spare timeUnpopular opinion: idk if unpopular but general opinion- i used to dislike him as a character (and really only use him to bully noct with lmao) when i first played through, but then i saw a bunch of pics of him on tumblr and realized that oh no he’s pretty. i still wouldn’t list him as one of my favorites, but he is entertaining at the very least.Song I associate with them: “outrunning karma” by alec benjamin and “monster” by imagine dragons (i don’t listen to character playslists that much but please tell me there’s at least one for him with this song on there)Favorite picture of them: just gonna link this one cuz it’s nsfw (ardynoct), but also if you want an sfw one then-

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Gladio

Fav thing about them: OLDER GLADIO....HAS THE BEST HAIR.........it’s so god damn PRETTY i love it so much....it’s geralt hair :DLeast fav thing about them: tbh he’s my least favorite of the bros just because he simply has the least amount of character depth and development out of the four of them (and maybe even some side characters). i want to like him but there’s just nothing much to him besides that he’s The Strong One™. noctis had to deal with the whole being a king and sacrificing everyone + himself for the greater good, etc etc, prompto’s whole dlc was him having an existential crisis and self-esteem issues, and ignis’s dlc was...all that. but gladio? no relationship building or interaction at all with the bros, barely any character development. you fight through a bunch of animals then beat some guy no one cares about so that he can come to the conclusion that he’s strong. ????? i can see why barely anyone ever talks about that dlc nowFav line: that one part when ur going through castlemark and prompto says smth like “wait if the floors sliding that way that means we’re-” “going down?” “goin’ down!” idk why i just like the way he said it and i think about it every time someone says “going down”OTP: the bros, gladnis, uh that’s bout it...brOTP: him/irisnOTP: him/prom (will still like art of them tho, but tbh this is my least favorite of any of the individual chocobro ships, right after ig/prom)Random headcanon: ???Unpopular opinion: i hate his tattoos so much, both to draw and to look at (though i will admit they look really good in his ffxiv outfit)Song I associate with them: ???Favorite picture of them: THI S WHOLE ASS COMIC

#ask #long post #sorry i skipped a couple for gladio but i honestly don't think about him enough to answer them :( #ask game