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ind. prompto argentum private + selective may contain nsfw written by astor remade on 2/3/2017

[inpromptos]

            @infinitaenoctis

            perhaps, giving the role to wake up the prince this morning was not the greatest idea. however; ignis was talking about getting an early lead this morning. ‘ rise ‘n shine, princess. ignis is already up making breakfast. ‘ he’ll speak up, a hand moving forward to take the blanket off from the other. ‘ up & at ‘em, you don’t want gladio comin’ in & forcing you up. ‘

[inpromptos]

ofnoctis:

                         “I’ve never known anyone be so squeamish,                                              why did you take this job again- ??”

The corner of his lips twitch with a barely held back grin, Prompto was such a baby over this, despite coming to him for the job offer. Surely he knew that being friends with a tattooist meant you need to have at least one tattoo done by them. Well, not really, but Noctis had insisted, and Prompto had given in. Now the artist was holding the photographer’s arm down firmly to stop him moving it around so much.

                                                        “I’m not drawing a dick,                              but if you don’t keep still then it may end up looking like one.”

It wasn’t a threat, so much as a warning. He could only do so much, but the tattoo was only small so it wouldn’t impact on it all too much. Almost done, thank God for that——– He felt bad for him, so once it was finally over, Noctis but the tattoo gun to the side so he could wipe the blood away, and also soothingly rub the incredibly tense muscles of his arm.

                                                 “It’s okay, it’s all over now, relax.”

           ‘ yeah, try having your worse fear being forced on your arm over, & over, & over -- tell me i’m fuckin’ over reacting. ‘ he’ll huff, feeling his legs stretch & relax out of anxiety. he felt the others arm gently caress his skin, a small feeling in his heart fluttering up - but the photographer swallowed it down with not much of a thought. inking his body wasn’t something he was quite into. though, noctis wore him down into it. & yet, the other knew he had a fear of needles - so why he would continue to nag him about getting one was beyond him. blue irises would slowly glance down at his arm, his head finally turning towards the others direction. though, as much as he hated to admit it, what the other gave him made his face light up. he moved his arm up, allowing himself to get a closer look of the ravens creation.              ‘ dude ---- holy shit, it’s so cute? ‘ he spoke out, a small yellow bird from a popular video game seemed to have made its way onto his skin. ‘ is this shit like -- holy fuck, i’m having this on my body forever? it’s so tiny, i wanna name him bo. ‘ he wasn’t quite sure if naming tattoos was a thing, but he was going to do it anyways. he’ll blink a few times, only to quickly take out his phone from his pocket, making sure a few quick pictures were saved to be posted on social media later. ‘ how’d you fucking know i loved these lil guys? ‘ maybe because just months before, he was raving about how he wanted to ride them -- but couldn’t, due to them being fictional. 

[xxbeautifulinsanityxx]

Promptis moments and intimate stares XD

[neko-minato]

height difference (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

[lockescoles]

“So, as it turns out… I’m one of them. Not exactly something I could tell people growing up in Lucis. Still… You guys are like… the only friends I’ve ever known. I just hope  that things can stay the way they were.” (insp.)

[ofnoctis]

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.” blows kisses

hurt meme.

               “Ditto. So you keep loving me,             and I’ll love you enough for the both of us, alright- ??”

If Prompto wasn’t going to love himself then Noctis would make damn well sure that the boy was loved that much more. The gunner may see something unworthy of such a thing, but Noctis could only watch on helplessly as Prompto stole his heart away, and the prince was happy to let him keep it.              Gently, his forehead comes to rest against Prompto’s own.

                                         “But I honestly don’t know whats not to love,                               you’re so fun to hang out with, your take some awesome                                 pictures, your sense of style is to die for, and you really                                    are the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

[inpromptos]

            @ofnoctis | some modern au shit

              ‘ ---- listen, noct, i just don’t think needles & i are a good match. y’know? ‘ he spoke, not daring to even glance at his wrist. he didn’t really expect the other to so quickly decide that now was the time for him to conquer his fear of needles - but, he trusted his friend. & he hoped he didn’t give him something awful, like a picture of genitalia. ‘ i trust you, though, just... please, don’t give me a giant dick on my arm, as funny as it would be, i’d... rather not have to come home to my mom & have her see that. ‘  he’ll flinch when the needles began to touch his skin, his nose scrunching up with the sound of the machine. he’s seen this process so many times with his photography, & yet, it was different when he was on the receiving end. he felt his shoulders raise, as his body instinctively turned to the side. he knew he wasn’t supposed to move; but he couldn’t help it. ‘ i don’t like it, i don’t like it, i don’t like it --- ‘ 

[inpromptos]

            i'm alive & well so like this for a starter bc damn i miss my boy

[aaerisu]

                   back at it again with this post, hello! i’m a new aerith gainsborough blog, & i’m here to interact with all you lovlies, & if you could possibly like (and/or) reblog this letting me know it’s okay for us to be mutuals to interact, it’s greatly appriciated! aerith will gladly give you a flower for your support! ❤

[shadytime]

Prompto refused to get off his chocobo…

[inpromptos]

ofnoctis:

                            “Please— “

Voiced words cracked under the weight of fluctuating emotions. Fingers that once gripped hard around a pale wrist go slack, but not to abandon him, never to abandon.  The prince uses both hands to gently cup Prompto’s cheeks, thumbs wiping over the damp, freckled skin to rid him of those tear marks. He couldn’t stand it, seeing him so upset, and over Noctis of all people.

                                         “I’m sorry,    Prom I’m so sorry.                                           But I’m a spoiled, stubborn prince,                                           and I can’t do this without you.”

A breath shudders, and for a moment, Noctis had to dip his head, afraid that he too would succumb to the feeling of weakness. His eyes stung, and he hated it.

                                          “What do you expect me to do- ??                                             Just let you run off, and go back                                              to acting like everything is fine- ??                               You’re not weak, Prompto. You’re not, you never were.                             If you weren’t here with us, then I would have been down                            more times than I can count. And if you’re still not convinced,                                          then I guess I’ll just have to follow you.”

                   he felt his grip on his phone grow weary, as the device slipped from long                    fingers. he felt his hands move against his skin, which caused the gunner                    to look up. him, leaving with him? no, no no no, that didn’t make any sense.                     this journey was something that revolved around noctis. he can’t... just up                    & abandon it. he felt conflicting emotions, he can’t let him do this. but god,                    he knew it was hard to change the princes mind. he felt himself lean in to                    his touches, just trying to compose himself & his hand moving up to dry                    what was left of his tears. he felt like his heart was breaking, & god forbid                    if the prince didn’t finish his adventure. 

                  ‘ you can’t do that, noctis, we both know that. ‘ he spoke up, eyes                    darting away only momentarily. ‘ we both know we need you to see this                    through, you don’t... you don’t need me, in the end. ‘ he felt his                    hands tremble, as one moved back up to gently place over the royals’                     fingers. ‘ listen to me, i’m doing this because i -- ‘ he paused, he can’t                    just -- say it. it was hard. he felt like there was a lump in his throat. he                    swallowed down hard, eyes closing to gather his thoughts. ‘ i’m sorry,                    noct. i love you, & so i can’t... i can’t risk the thought of losing you.                     you’re ... too close to my heart, & god, i can’t deal with the idea of                    you gone, but i can’t.. i can’t have you come with me, i just...                     i don’t know, you got me fucked up right now, i can’t even think                    straight anymore, ‘ he paused, removing himself from the males                    grip as hands moved up through his blond hair. this was stressing him                    out. he thought this would be just a quick interaction, & boom, he’d                    be gone. ‘ i don’t know what i’m supposed to do, i really, really don’t know. ‘

[inpromptos]

small... :-)

                  ‘ oi, that’s not very nice. ‘

[sipping-stardust]

Do you ever just,,,, look at a boy and realize you’re really really really gay,,,,

[promtpo1213]

I took a picture of him taking pictures…i need help

[inpromptos]

ofnoctis:

                     “Prompto, stop it.”

It was an odd mixture of anger and sadness, it burned the back of this throat and left him feeling more than just a little unpleasant. But he wasn’t angry at Prompto, he was angry at himself, for being so inadequate with his words that he couldn’t voice his feelings properly. He wanted to tell his friend so many things but everytime he’s even think of trying, that lump of shyness in throat would show up uninvited. So what was he supposed to do, just let Prompto leave, and possibly never see him again—-

                                  “So what, you think being a coward will help- ??”

Surely Prompto should know by now, you can never run from a guy who can warp. The prince was immediately formed before the blond, and gripping his wrist to stop him from using his phone. 

                                 “I won’t stand for that, I won’t let this be the last time                                   I see you. I can’t handle it, there’s too much I’ll regret.                                  I don’t care if you mess up sometimes,                                                              I don’t care if Ignis get annoyed with you here and there.

                                  I– We need you.          Please don’t leave me, not like this.”

                he was interrupted by the prince once more, his wrist currently immobile.                 how he wanted to just rip his arm away, but he knew that would only cause                 more harm. irises that resembled the sky squinted at the other. he wasn’t being                 a coward, can’t he see he was only trying to protect him from his future mistakes?                 he knew noctis was smarter than that. why was he trying to stop this? what                 is his motive. he took in a deep breath, trying to collect himself in this sort of                  situation, but man -- was he getting on his last straw with this. 

               ‘ you say i’m a coward, yet this is all just for you. can’t you see that? i want to                protect you. ‘ he needed to keep his composure, he needed the other to know he                 wasn’t just doing this out of anger. ‘ you’ll see me again, i promise, i won’t go                anywhere. i trust.. i trust that gladio & ignis would keep you safe, they do                a better job than i do, anyways. ‘ he paused, ‘ you know how much you mean to                me, and i just -- i couldn’t. i couldn’t fucking live with myself if something                happened. do you know how much that fucking scares me? you mean the                WORLD to me, noct. & god forbid i do one thing wrong, if i mess up once,                i could lose you. i can’t have that weight on my shoulders. i couldn’t be the                reason for you getting hurt, or worse, even KILLED. can’t you see that? can’t                you understand? i just.. i want to protect you, if i can’t do it being here, then                i might as well leave & protect you from my mistakes, right? am i wrong? ‘                he cleared his throat, his hands beginning to tremble. he won’t cry -- he shouldn’t be                the one crying here. his free hand lifted up to rub at his watery eye, breathing in a quick                sniffle. ‘ why are you making this so much harder then it has to be, huh? you know                i don’t want to do this. i really, really don’t want to leave, but i have to, i just.. i                have to, noct, i’m no good for this, i’m not made for this. ‘ his breathing turned                 shaky, & uneven, he was showing weakness -- a wall that was hard to break down,                his hand moved up to cover half of his face, feeling the wetness drip down from his                eyes. he just wanted to protect him -- that’s all he wanted. to keep the prince safe.                & yet, he won’t even let him do that.                 ‘ can’t you see -- ? ‘ he squeaked out, trying to get rid of the unnecessary waterworks.                ‘ i don’t belong here, i’m too weak. ‘

[inpromptos]

ofnoctis:

             “I’m not leaving you anywhere, Prompto.”

There was a moment wherein the prince literally considered tying the blond to him so he couldn’t leave. That was a strange thought. But perhaps it was easier than telling his friend the truth, honestly, Prompto was needed, not only by Noctis, of course; but mostly. The prince could handle himself in a battle, he was given power beyond that of a normal person, but he could not feel whole when such an important part of his life was missing.         He couldn’t ever bring himself to say goodbye.

                                      “Listen, if I thought for a moment that you were              useless, then would I have shared my power with you- ??  No, I really wouldn’t have.              You’re more to me than just someone to protect me, you give me strength in a lot more                important ways than just that.    I mean it, Prom, don’t put yourself down like that.                                                     It’s hurts me just as much as it hurts you.”

                he rolled his eyes at that statement. really? his hips moved to one side, as                  his weight was shifted, he turned himself back towards the other, a brow                 raising. ‘ you say that now, noctis. but what happens if you get seriously                 injured & it was my fault because i can’t do a god damn thing right? i’m not                 doing this to just be an asshole, i don’t want you to end up getting hurt                  because of my idiotic mistakes. ‘ he stood his ground, arms crossing over                 his chest. he knew he was starting to lose this battle, but god forbid, the gunner                 was stubborn. he had his mind made up, he couldn’t just initiate this & not                 leave. ‘ i know you mean well. but i just -- i can’t live with myself if something                 happened to you because of me. ‘ he paused, before moving himself to the exit                 of the camper. ‘ i’m sorry, noctis. i just -- i can’t do it, you know? i appreciate                 the sentiment of it all, but... your life is too valuable to be in my hands. that’s                 something that shouldn’t ever be near me, because god knows i’m going to                 fuck something up, & you’ll get hurt. please, don’t make this harder then it                 has to be -- you know i don’t want to do this. ‘  

                he felt awful -- he really, really didn’t want to be the one left behind, but his voice                 of reason was louder then his mind. he had to do this. this was to protect him, right?                 before the other could really pitch in another word, he forced himself out the door,                 digging his phone out of his pocket to contact cindy to see if she was able to help him                 out in the time being. he wasn’t sure how long it’ll be before he sees the trio again,                  so taking in a temporary shelter would be a top priority on his list.

[inpromptos]

ofnoctis:

                         “It’s bullshit alright,                         every word that came out of your mouth just then is complete bullshit.”

Noctis was quick to retaliate with little grace, but who could blame him when his best friend was putting himself down so freely. Not once did Noctis ever think those things, people could say whatever they wanted; without Prompto by his side, the prince wouldn’t be able to get through this.

                    “So what if Ignis had to rescue you, you’ve rescued me plenty of times.            I don’t care what people say, Prompto, I need you here, don’t you dare back out of this.”

The heir would fight tooth and nail to keep the gunner with him, with the group, even the thought of going on without him was painful in ways Noctis could only begin to understand. He’d definitely be confronting the other two about this later, but for now, this was far more important.

               ‘ it’s not worth it, noct. ignis & gladio can take this on just fine,                i know when i’m not needed -- i wasn’t born yesterday. i was a                fool to come here in the first place. ‘ he knew the prince meant well.                & god, how he wished he could listen to him. however, he had his heart                made up, his feelings were torn. this whole situation could’ve been avoided                if he hadn’t had insisted on coming along for the ride. he cleared his throat,                shaking his head as a hand rose in dismissal. ‘ you say that, but do you really?                hell, i bet cindy could do a better job protecting you than i can. can’t you see                that? i’m just bringing this whole team down, & even when i strive to get better,                it’s still not enough. look, you’re my best friend i could ever have, but what am i                 if i can’t even protect you from danger? what’s the point of me being here?                 well? even an idiot like me knows when he’s useless. ‘

                he surely didn’t like this. he didn’t like arguing at all -- but, he’s been keeping                 these pent up thoughts in him for days, ever since he over heard the others                 talking. maybe his heart was just a little hurt -- after all, it seemed the blond                 was a little bit on the sensitive side of things.                  ‘ it’s better off if you just leave me behind, noctis. ‘