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Just letting you know that requests will be closed for a bit, the next couple of weeks are going to be pretty busy for me. But they’ll be open again soon, I promise!
I got a request on Wattpad for something cute and funny with Prompto and this is what I came up with. Had a hard time writing it tbh because 1.) I don’t usually write fluffy stuff and 2.) I’ve been super busy+sick. Enjoy nonetheless! :)
You walked the streets of Altissia, clinging to Prompto’s hand. The Moogle-Chocobo Carnival was in full swing, guests and visitors gleaming with joy as they passed by the various stands and attractions. It wasn’t terribly crowded, but the area buzzed with consistent activity. Mascots waved at passersby and confetti danced in the air. Occasionally, you would see a gondola float along the waterways in the corner of your eye.
Spending the day with Prompto couldn’t have made you happier; his cheerful presence made you enjoy the carnival even more. No doubt he was having a great time too, you could tell by his bright smile and the enthusiasm in his voice. The two of you had finished a satisfying lunch and were wandering around, waiting for something to catch your eye. Then you saw it, something that at that moment, you wanted more than anything else.
“Prompto. Look!” You squeezed his hand and pointed excitedly to one of the carnival game stands. He followed your gaze to see a huge stuffed Chocobo, becoming thrilled at the sight of it.
“Aww, it’s so cute!” Prompto said admiringly.
“Oooh… I want it so bad!” You squealed. It was the most adorable thing you had ever seen and it looked so cuddle-able. Prompto didn’t need to argue against you, he wanted it as bad as you did, so he led you to the counter of the stand, behind it stood an older man wearing a yellow hat and t-shirt that advertised the festival.
“Hey, how do we win the chocobo?” Prompto asked eagerly, still holding your hand. The man crossed his arms and smiled.
“Oh-ho my boy! To win the grand prize, you gotta shoot all the daemons that pop up in the shooting range in 10 seconds or less.” You saw a glimmer in your partner’s eyes - besides photography, you knew that shooting was his other area of expertise. You were so confident in Prompto’s abilities that possession of the stuffed chocobo was practically guaranteed.
Prompto dug into his pocket and pulled out one of the festival coins, pressing it onto the wood of the counter and sliding it toward the vendor. “Set me up, my good man.” He requested, his unwavering confidence clearly evident in his voice. “I’m gonna win that prize for my girlfriend.”
A crooked grin crept onto the old man’s face as he took the coin. He then reached under the table and offered Prompto the air gun. “I’ll warn ya, sonny: no on has managed to do it, so don’t get too disappointed.” Taking toy pistol into his hand, Prompto smirked slyly.
“Well, don’t get disappointed when I prove you wrong. I never miss.” The vendor chuckled silently as he went to the back wall. You grasped Prompto’s arm excitedly and bounced in place as the game was set up. You considered how many real daemons Prompto fought; how hard could this possibly be? “That chocobo is as good as ours!”
“You know it, this will be a piece of cake.”
The man rested his hands on a metal lever and asked if was ready to begin. Prompto nodded and aimed the gun at the shooting range. With a pull of the lever, the game whirred to life. Instantly, wooden figures roughly in the shape of various daemons appeared, darting across the three rows rather quickly. Prompto’s blue eyes sharpened in focus, his soft lips were pursed in concentration. He held his arm out steadily as he fired the air gun. One after another, the intricately painted wooden shapes fell, and more would hastily rotate in to replace them. You dare not say a word, but you instead silently observed. Occasionally, your eyes would drift to the stuffed chocobo overhead. You could already feel it’s fluffiness in your arms.
The hums of the carnival device came to a stop. Prompto shouldered the pistol and turned to face you with a confident grin. “See? Nothing to it.”
“Not so fast, boy!” Both you and Prompto looked at the sudden objection from the vendor. When you did, you saw that there were still two wooden figures standing. Your mouth fell open in shock, you were certain that he had nailed them all. Prompto’s eyes squinted. “What? But I…”
“Sorry kid, it’s a lot harder than it looks. But…” He reached under the counter and pulled out a small, less than magnificent, hand made moogle doll and handed it to you. “Here’s your prize for what you managed to get. Better luck next time.” Unsatisfied, Prompto dove into his pocket again to pull out another coin to give to the vendor.
“Unlucky first try, I can do better.” The man took the coin in compliance and went to activate the game again with a shrug.
“Now you know that to expect. You got this, Prompto!” You cheered. You knew these carnival games were tricky, it would take a little time. But this being a skill of Prompto’s, it wouldn’t be long. He performed again with speed and precision, leaving no doubt in your mind that he could accomplish this feat the second time.
When the game stopped at 10 seconds, you were once again shocked to see one last daemon figurine standing. “What the heck?!” Prompto exclaimed angrily. You were about to give him consoling words to soothe his frustration, but he was already pulling out another coin to give to the vendor. As the third game played through, you saw an aggressive fire in his eyes, telling your that he was taking this seriously - almost too seriously. At the end of this round, he had failed once more, making him crumble to the ground in defeat, head in his hands. You knelt to the ground beside him and placed a comforting hand on his back.
“Don’t worry about it, Prompto. These games are rigged anyway.”
“No, I won’t let it beat me.” He suddenly grabbed your shoulders and looked at you with saddened eyes. “My dignity is at stake here, (F/N)! If I walk away now, I would never be able to live it down!” You wrapped your arms around him tightly and helped him back to his feet. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek for luck, a sign of your confidence in him. After taking a deep breath, he gave the vendor another coin to start the game again. It pained you to see him fall short each time; one remaining, two remaining - he always came so close, but it just wasn’t enough. At this point, you weren’t too concerned with having the stuffed chocobo, as cute as it was. You just wanted to see Prompto satisfied with his triumph over this game.
You had honestly lost track of how many games Prompto had played. And how long have the two of you been here? An hour? Regardless, you could only focus on Prompto and the game. You watched him and the outcome of each game carefully. You would cheer with joy when he appeared to be close to winning, and would sigh and shout in disappointment along with Prompto when he ended up failing. All this for a toy chocobo, you thought. You knew Prompto could handle a real gun expertly, it was just this stupid game that made him look like he performed like any other person. Under any other circumstances, you would have just grabbed the chocobo and bolted with Prompto to the hotel, but now you knew he wanted to prove himself by winning. Out of all the unfair things in the world, carnival games were among the worst.
Prompto fished for another coin. You no longer heard the clinking of metal when he did this; he was down to his last few tokens. You held the moogle doll from the first game close to your chest as the vendor took the coin and prepared to start the game once more. Things were desperate, Prompto’s chances at redemption we’re dwindling. All you could do was observe this nail biting test of skill and luck. One down, and then another. You didn’t want to doubt Prompto, but could he really do it? Many games like this were designed in such a way to make complete victory unobtainable, even for the most skilled individuals. He was down to his last five seconds, but they just kept coming. It was starting to look a lot like all the other rounds. You prepared yourself to go through the cycle once more; the cry of defeat, Prompto digging into his pockets, and starting the game again.
You cringed in expectation, but something different happened. A pleasant bell chimed right when the ten seconds had finished. You looked to the game; there were no daemon figures standing on the rows. You glanced at Prompto, whose eyes were wide with excitement when he looked back at you. Did he do it? Did he actually do it? He threw his arms around you in extreme joy, cheering as he spun you around; you happily shared in his exaltation.
“Well I’ll be.” The vendor expressed. “You actually did it.” He went on to reach for the stuffed chocobo that hung above the rows. After he unhooked it from its lofty perch, he handed it to Prompto’s eager arms in exchange for the toy gun. He gave it a quick squeeze before giving it to you. It’s incredible softness seemed to envelope your hands, its cute, big blue eyes stared back at you.
“Thank you so much, Prompto!” You told him as you walked alongside him back towards the hotel. The sky was slightly darkening, enough for you two to call it a day. How long did you spend at that game?
“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Prompto replied with a wink, his arms behind his head. “It was a bit harder than I thought, but that wasn’t going to stop me from expressing my love and devotion to you.” You only giggled. More like to save yourself from embarrassing defeat, you thought. You clung tightly to the chocobo prize, snuggling into the soft material. You could hold onto it for forever. Prompto gave you a look of concern. “You’re still gonna cuddle with me, right?” You drew closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, laughing. Prompto took one arm and wrapped it around your waist, joining you in your laughter.
“Of course!” You chirped. “As cute as this little guy is, he’ll never be as cute as you.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek. “He couldn’t possibly replace you.”
Aaah I just noticed that I hit 100 followers! So cool! Seriously guys this is so awesome, thanks for sticking around and enjoying the stuff I post >////<
I feel like I’m making a little circle of friends. Thanks for the love and support <3
The scene that happens when you catch the Royal Arapamia fish outside the “Liege of the Lake” sidequest with Gladio. look at smol Prompto comparing himself to that fish lmao
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