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The many faces of Prompto Argentum 🤣
Happy valentine’s day here’s some boys looking at you very fondly so that you are loved today no matter what 💖
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singergurl91 said to insomniacitizen:46 and Ignis por favor <3 (i would ask for Ravus but you specified chocobros - glad to see you getting back into the writing game!! you were the first XV blog I ever followed)
I love you.
You could have said the words the moment your eyes caught sight of him.
Across the space of the busy market of Lestallum it’s an instant feeling that strikes you hard, like a bolt of lightning from Ramuh himself: as though to say “Stop! Look! Destiny is in front of you!”. And so you do stop and look.
His grey tshirt enhances a hint of tan, and is cut perfectly to show muscle that moves slightly as he inspects the vegetables of the stall you’re watching him from across. He’s immersed, focused on the task at hand, but relaxed. His hair makes you smile, odd but it suits him, swept up high and straight with purpose. Even the slight breeze that carries the scent of spices from the stalls doesn’t move his hair, you huff a laugh at the thought. You can see his eyes scanning the wares but he’s looking down so all you can really see is the thick line of lashes as they flutter every now and then. He starts to look up then and your heart beats faster and faster until someone shouts a name and he turns away.
And then he’s gone.
Ignis.
Impossibly you see him again on the battlefield.
All movement in the world slowed impossibly and you wondered if the universe decided to stretch this moment across the rest of time, to the point where everything just stopped and this was all that existed forever.
You would be ok with that.
All long legs and grace, he spins like a dancer but the daggers he’s in the middle of throwing promise something much more deadly. There’s fire at his fingertips, casting an orange glow against the sharp lines of his face, doing nothing to soften them. The embers spin behind him in a trail so complex you wonder what music he must hear when he’s fighting, because it looks so much like a dance.
Steps backward and forward, and one, two, three, spin, two, three.
Time snaps back with the force of a too-stretched elastic band, and everything moves too quick for your addled mind to keep up with it.
He looks up then, Ignis, and your eyes connect.
He has green eyes, like a forest… I love you, you think.
He opens his mouth then, and your heart soars in anticipation, and he shouts “Look out!”.
You hope, as you pass out from the Coeurl lightning that sparks in your veins, that you don’t have the dumbest smile on your face.
When you wake up, he’s there.
And from then on “I love you” is like a mantra playing in your head, so often and so hard it would hurt if you weren’t absolutely besotted.
You join the group, and fight alongside them to right the world, to make a day when I love you could be said without fear of one losing the other. If one had the other in the first place anyway.
Ignis hands you coffee in the morning with a small smile, knowing exactly how you like it after such a short time, and you love him.
He pulls you up on the battlefield, a hand against the small of your back as he hands you a potion, and you love him.
His sharp eyes in the rear view mirror as he drives against the setting sun, and you love him.
His friends, and they’re yours by now, teasing you quietly out of earshot, and maybe you just might say you love him after all.
When the time is right.
But the world falls apart, as the world often does, but this time it’s catastrophic and far reaching enough to blot out the sun.
“I love you” waits at the bottom of your stomach when you see grief fill him from Jared’s death. Righteous anger that sits behind his eyes tells you now is not the time, while also saying now is the time, since love is all that keeps this mad world turning and everything continuing on.
The trepidation that makes his lithe frame rigid as you all sit in the boat, skipping across the sea to Altissa settles “I love you” to a stop at the back of your throat, while at the same time it says that love is a promise to keep going even when things are tough.
“I love you” is on the tip of your tongue as you ready for the obvious trap that is Luna’s summoning ceremony, but to say it now would complicate everything, and maybe even simplify it at the same time.
Instead you say “Stay safe”, with every fibre of your being meaning “I love you”, and in to the storm you all go.
And then everything is so much worse, and “I love you” pales in comparison to the sadness on his face as he realises he will never see again. Pales against the way his voice shakes as he describes what happened when you were too far away to make a difference. And maybe, you think, this darknening world might just swallow love up alive.
So days pass, and Noctis sleeps, and Ignis seems lost in his prematurely dark world, and you feel full to the brim of sorrow and all the “I love you’s” you never said.
The teacup you place on the bedside next to a still Ignis rattles alarmingly in the absolute quiet of the room and you clear your throat, another “I love you” dying as you quash it down and put it with the others because “I love you” just might be a burden, a promise neither of you can keep, because Love is a promise of so many things, and the world and life is so uncertain and-
“I love you.”
“-What?”
And his hand is on yours while the other guides you down beside him on to the bed as though you’re the one that can’t see, and maybe you can’t.
“I said, I love you.”
“Oh,” and there’s something new building inside of you threatening to spill over if only your brain could catch up.
His scarred face, smooth skin replaced with pale splits and burned flesh, green eye turned white forever, looks so determined as he waits a moment in the unsure silence.
“I know that love is an uncertainty, and it’s a badly-timed promise in a time where nothing is guaranteed, but to love is to be brave and I’ve loved you for a very long time. I’m not the same man I was when I started this journey, and I know this might not be the best time, but I’m sure by now there’s no such time except now. But-” And he looks to you with such a raw expression, such vulnerability from one of the bravest men you’ve ever met, “I love you _____.”
“I’m such a coward Ignis.”
“Why?”
And that new thing building up in you finally spills out. And it’s light and full of hope and it’s a promise.
“Because I love you too.”
They Fade and Wither
Love is a killer. It is a garden that grows wild and unchecked. Love is a killer - angst, readerxnoctis, unrequited love, hanahaki, choking, body horror, reader death
It starts with a ticklish fluttering in your chest. On exertion, in the heat of battle, you find there’s a strange sensation that makes your breathing feel… Odd.
A slight rattle maybe.
It’s dismissed.
It’s hard on the road, Eos not being hospitable as it once was, training in the kingsglaive hadn’t prepared you for the sheer exhaustion of being on the road, of no place to call home or to lay down your sword besides a small tent with your-
Well you didn’t know what they were exactly. Friends most certainly. After so long of fighting beside the quartet you couldn’t strictly say that you were a professional kingsgard. That had gone right out of the window of the Regalia after the first few days.
Before the fall of Insomnia.
After that it was more. A strange thing you couldn’t describe, a beast more intimate than friends, less intimate than a lover.
Prompto found home in your arms one night, crying about the family who had certainly perished in the downfall, though you were certain he was crying more about the family that they could and should have been rather than what they actually were. His tears stained your shoulder, cold and wet away from the fireside. Away from the others who he feared would mock him. As the only woman in the team he found it easier to just be, and so he was.
Gladio, who had trained you from rookie to a hardened kingsglaive, had changed toward you. It was odd to be treated like a little sister in a way, concern and double checks during fights and training, yet to also be drilled as the soldier that you were. It was what he needed, you think, until he gets the message from his little Iris that she’s fine, waiting and safe for him. That doesn’t stop him from ruffling your hair in a way he never did as he trained you.
Maybe the most unchanged is Ignis, though there is a solemness to him that only you catch in the early morning light of dawn. His bare fingers as he begins the day seem so vulnerable as he starts preparing breakfast for a still sleeping crowd. You’re there beside him, brewing much needed coffee, and you hear the fits and starts of his voice, trying to say his worries and his hopes and fears. Maybe eventually he’ll get the words out, but your silence and listening ear does more good than you would ever know. He can be vulnerable, be scared, when he is ready. And that’s fine.
Noctis…
The tickling, fluttering and strange, creeps along your lungs and enters your throat slowly, deceptively.
A single breath and something is caught in your windpipe, struggling against the air as you cough from the back of your chocobo.
“You ok there?”
You nod, mouth shut, at Noctis, fist closed around the soft and delicate thing that had fell past your lips and in to your open hand. When Noctis turns and rides on you open your hand and huff a laugh.
A Sylleblossom petal.
Of course, it had to be, didn’t it?
Of course…
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Hanahaki doesn’t progress on its own. This much you remember, and now you know is true.
When Noctis meets Umbra you smile at the familiar sight. You’d seen the two meet enough, book exchanged between the two, the only bridge to the far away Lady Lunafreya. As you linger in the background watching the smile that spreads your King’s lips, the sharp stab of roots dig in to the walls of your lungs.
Love like this is deep rooted, you suppose.
It causes a constriction that has your breath seize midway, coming out in a painful wheeze that has Gladio turning to you.
“You good?”
“Yeah…I’m good.”
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“Are you nervous?”
You’re looking up at the sky passing by in the back of the regalia when you hear Prompto ask this of Noct. The conversation happens over you, with both either side of you as Gladio sits up front with a quiet Ignis.
“What about?” Is Noct’s reply after a moment of consideration. You hear the weight behind his words, practically asking him to pick one of the multitude of things that he has rights to be nervous about.
“Getting married.”
Just two guys, shooting the shit as though the world isn’t on the doorstep of Armageddon. The thought would make you smile if you couldn’t taste that telltale perfume of Sylleblossom on the back of your tongue almost permanently these days.
“Well yeah, it’s a big deal prom.”
After that first petal you hadn’t seen anything, almost like a warning of what had already taken root. A warning to prune away at your heart, at the love planted there that grew every day for someone promised away to another.
“What about seeing Lady Luna?”
Would you see the day, you wondered, as you watched white clouds pass by at a leisurely pace despite the cruising speed of the Regalia. You wondered if your killing plant would grow forever on your grave like they said it did for victims of the disease.
“I’m excited.”
You feel a bud unfurl near your heart bending to seek the sun.
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Under the light of the myriad of stars that are scattered across the sky you watch the embers of the dying camp fire drift up to meet its brothers.
“It’s your turn.”
You bring your gaze back down, not realising how lost in non-thought you were. “Hmm?”
“It’s your turn ______.” The wry smile Noctis sends your way, looking less weighed down by the fate of the world than he has in a while, has you sighing when he looks back to his phone, the petals slowly filling your lungs flutter in unison, quivering with your aching heart.
“Right,” you wheeze out, “Sorry.”
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It happens in the worst place.
Costlemark.
Somehow, with your rotten luck, you’d been split from the others along with Prompto, which at least was a saving grace. Misery loved company and you’d rather have not been alone in the gods forsaken ancient place.
You dispatch the last monster, thankfully the daemons had gone for the more troublesome and powerful prey, when your lungs give a lurch and seize, like a car stalling.
the clatter of your sword hitting the floor captures Prompto’s attention immediately, the distressing wheezing and gasping that manages to escape through the stems that crowd your lungs make him panic.
“_______ what is it?!”
You sway, dizzy at the lack of oxygen as you gag on seemingly nothing, grabbing his arm as you stumble to your knees and vomit.
Beautiful deep blue petals fall in a cascade. Gruesomely some stick together, spit and blood from ravaged lungs pasting them to one another.
Prompto can’t do anything but watch as your body purges the petals that are obviously well on their way to killing you. His voice is quiet and childish as he breathes out your name, all at once a fearful and hopeful question that you’re alright, that what he’s seeing isn’t what he’s seeing at all.
You look up at him, wet down your cheeks and smeared across your lips in gruesome vulnerability.
“You can’t tell him Prom. You can’t.”
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To think things would be fine after that and you could continue on as normal was foolish.
Prompto sent you varying sad, worried, and downright torn looks so regularly that it as obvious something was happening.
You had reached the end of the road, you supposed.
Fighting was… Impossible. You couldn’t hold your own, keep up well enough to hide any more. And ever since Costlemark the Sylleblossoms would grow and twist in your lungs without prompting. No thoughts of Noctis summoned the pain any more. It was a constant burning in your lungs now. Constant tickling fluttering that had you wanting to dig in to your chest and pull the damned thing up by the roots.
That said, his smiles, and now concerned gaze, only made it worse.
It was time to go.
“I’m slowing you down.”, you breathed quietly. Your pallor and demeanour had paled and wilted, this much was obvious to your friends.
Prompto said nothing, only looked at the floor of the camp rock as you stood ready to leave. Ignis cleared his throat, “Perhaps if we took a proper rest for a while, you could recuperate.”
“I don’t think that would cut it Iggy.” The rattle in your chest wasn’t missed by anyone, as ominous and worrying as it was it was loud to match.
“Let us take you somewhere at least, you can’t just wander off along the road.” Gladio was frowning, arms folded across his chest and you smiled sadly.
“I can hitchhike, ‘s no probl’m.” The urge to cough was becoming unbearable, but you couldn’t, not now, not in front of them. You had to go.
They needed a clean cut. Like pruning a rosebush.
It was time to go.
“Bye, guys.” You turned, bag slung to rest on your shoulder when a strong hand gripped it and pulled it back.
“No, you don’t get to bail on us when you’re not well. Whatever your hiding, we’re a team, we’re your friends. We want to help, so don’t push us away!” You closed your eyes in pain as Noctis’ voice sent the sylleblossoms pushing up your oesophagus to find their light of day,
“Noct, I don’t think-“ Prompto says, apprehension lacing his words.
There’s a dizziness creeping in to your senses.
“No, Prom, I think you know and I don’t think you should keep it to yourself any more.” Noctis is still talking to your turned back.
“It’s her choice Noctis.” You can hear the pleading in his voice that you turn around and tell them all about the love that planted itself in your treacherous heart, the little gestures and smiles that sent the thing sprouting and rushing up and up and up, about the impossible hope that you might be loved back.
The impossible hope that it wouldn’t be unrequited.
But you don’t have the breath or heart for that any more.
The world is darker, your gaze unfocused as you start to sway and bring a hand up to your mouth to instinctively cover the coughs that send petals past your lips.
Your name is exclaimed behind you as you fall to your knees, lips slowly turning blue like the petals that cling to them. Each breath sending more petals pouring out.
Arms wrap around your shoulder as you start to topple to the side as the darkness of the world closes in on you.
“______- no!” You hear gasps at the sight of the petals that are pressed against your cheeks and neck, blood spattered over them like dew, “Who is it? Who is it?!”
Noctis has you in his arms and though it does little to assuage the crawling stems and overflowing petals your heart hurts less as you look up at his face as he looks between his friends.
Prompto doesn’t need to answer, his grim face looks back at Noctis, whose eyes steadily turn purple in the face of his fear.
Your hand haltingly reaches up to caress his cheek, and in the back of your mind you mourn that this will be the last time you see him and he’s crying. He looks back at you, frowning and searching your eyes for something you’re not too sure of.
“Sor-ry…” His hand catches yours as it begins to fall, and he holds it against his wet cheek, leaning in to it like it’s precious.
Like maybe you’re precious too, is the last thought that crosses your mind, as the darkness collapses in on your vision.
randoms (2/3)
four smiley bois and a sleepy bby
already missing this family :’(
Get you a man that looks at you the way Ignis looks at Fluffy Chiffon Cake.
why do you hurt me
i will never get over these smiles
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU GLORIOUS CREATURE
four absolute bastards
TODAY WE APPRECIATE THIS BOY
Say what you want he aged FINE
Precious birthday boyo 💖🎉🎁
his smile is life