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indie prompto argentum ❄ mutuals only/selective rules

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PROMPTO AND NYX OR I'LL CRY

DON’T CRY HERE IT IS U BABY

Drinks all of the coffee: nyx

Brings up adopting a pet: prompto! dogs forever

Kills the bugs: NYX GET IT PLEASE

Cooks the meals: nyx has more recipes but prompto is a better cook

Starts getting into holidays way before they should: definitely nyx especially once they’re married

Initiates the couple selfies: they both love it tbqh

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries: oh man prompto in this case

Always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping: lmao, prompto

Nicknames the other: PROMPTO

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Tell me who drinks all the coffee n shit

Drinks all of the coffee: prompto, noct doesn’t like coffee

Brings up adopting a pet: also prompto but they disagree about dog or cat

Kills the bugs: noct don’t give a shit he’ll do it

Cooks the meals: prompto, but he has to get guidance from ignis about what noct will actually eat

Starts getting into holidays way before they should: prompto wants to!!!! but he probably forgets sometimes

Initiates the couple selfies: ABSOLUTELY prompto

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries: prompto, noct has to remind him and he feels so bad every time

Always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping: definitely noctis

Nicknames the other: probably prompto starts, but noct picks up on it

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Send Me A Ship And I'll Tell You Who... YES FOR V & PROM PLS IF U WANNA!

Drinks all of the coffee: versus 100%

Brings up adopting a pet: prompto probably, he loves dogs

Kills the bugs: versus LMAO

Cooks the meals: i think they take turns

Starts getting into holidays way before they should: somehow i feel like this is a versus thing

Initiates the couple selfies: 100% prompto

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries: they both do

Always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping: prompto, begs v to let him get it all

Nicknames the other: they both have gross nicknames for each other t b h

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Send Me A Ship And I'll Tell You Who...

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ask-the-seahorse-archive:

Drinks all of the coffee

Brings up adopting a pet

Kills the bugs

Cooks the meals

Starts getting into holidays way before they should

Initiates the couple selfies 

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries

Always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping

Nicknames the other

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“ i still need you. ” -versus. HENLO I HOPE WORK ISN'T KILLING YOU !!

@ofrhapsodes that’s my secret cap, i’m always dying from work

❄} – prompto is hardly certain about that. and not in one of those, shock, surprise, really? kind of ways, but in a way that he seriously, wholeheartedly, doubts it. is this just versus trying to get him to stay? v has manipulative tendencies– is that what this has become?

        prompto’s eyes narrow and he moves to get to his feet, holstering a gun, tugging his hat further onto his hair and over his ears. since the sun had gone, this is where they are now, an endless cold with gusts of wind that sit in his bones. he chooses to pretend versus hadn’t spoken, and instead he returns to the conversation prior to shit getting deep.

        “there’s daemons just outside the property line.” a hand, instinctively on the gun he keeps close. “if we stick together and focus them down one at a time, we’ll knock them out quickly. are you coming?”

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Caribbean Queen

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Nyx continues to look ahead, giving him a supremely stone-faced, know-nothing look, smiling blithely as they near the corner where the warmth of the metro station invites them. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, brushing off the question, and even angling himself away to escape the inquiry of Prompto’s inspection. “All part of the surprise.” 

He throws a heavy arm over Prompto’s shoulders, as much to intercept his curiosity and guide him onward just as much as it was to keep him within kissing distance. Nyx plants another atop his pale hair, just above his temple. “I’m really excited to take you, if that’s not weird,” Nyx explains, tapping his metrocard twice on the reader to allow the pair of them in. “Septimus’ a fucking dump, not gonna lie. But it’s the closest thing I have to home. So it’s stupid, but I want to take you.” 

The hook of his arm draws Prompto in for another kiss, applied far too fondly at his hairline. They lean against the tiled wall, the wisps of their hair blowing up comically at the pass of every train. “No matter how much I shit talk it, I still hope you like it,” he says softly, just against the shell of his ear. “It’s okay if you don’t. Like I said, I’m fully aware that it’s a garbage pile. But it’s my garbage pile. And I want you to know shit about me. Who I am. Where I come from. Even if it’s not … you know. Ideal.”

prompto is familiar with nyx’s diverging tactics, so he rolls his eyes with a big smile as he makes himself comfortable in nyx’s side. the cold weather is far from his mind now, here, happy with his boyfriend close by his side. nyx makes some mention of a surprise and prompto gives a confused frown, lacing his fingers around nyx’s bicep. 

they step onto the metro together as nyx explains his reason for wanting to take him into the heart of the city, to a part that’s maybe not the best part of town, but nyx is right and it’s important that prompto see all the other parts of the city, too, not just for his own reminders and perspectives, but also because nyx is the light of his life, and there’s still parts of him that he doesn’t understand or recognize. this will bridge that gap, he’s sure of it. so he stays content for the rest of the metro ride, only standing once the announcement is made for their stop. 

“i wanna know everything about you,” he adds when they step back into the chilly air, “everything there is to know. so... tell me, tour guide, what’s our first stop?” already, he’s tugging at nyx’s hand, pulling him along out of the metro station and into the sunlight above ground. he’s excited and it shows, his tone of voice not attempting to hide his joy.

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[ @stcrshell. ] gonna get loved !

He’d suspected the knit cap he wears looked a little too warm for the summer season, but the aestival winds whip mischievously, portending the seasonal storms. Nyx grabs at it, pinning it firmly to his head, but he can’t even be annoyed when Prompto’s sunny smile awaits him only a few paces away.

Nyx grins wide when he lays eyes on him, his face lighting up as it always does, as it always has since the moment he’d met him. He’s got a new bounce in his step as he jogs to close the gap between them, sweeping Prompto up in one arm to plant a dramatic, smacking kiss to lips glossed like glass, and the most brilliant smile he’s seen in all his ages.

“You ready?” he asks, refusing to let him down just yet, hefting him on his hip and walking down to the avenue, until the combined weight of him and the large pack on his back proved too much. “I hope you don’t mind walking. Or the subway. But we’re doing this old school. You ever been to the Septimus district?”

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prompto acknowledges the unseasonably cold day, weather approaching nearly spring-like temperatures when it should be summertime. he’d been mid-grumble to himself about how he should have brought along a jacket when he spots nyx approaching, and his disgruntled appearance gives way to the joy that had been sitting underneath. with nyx’s busy schedule in the glaive and prompto’s near constant attempts to join the crownsguard, they had yet to truly find time to themselves, so when the stars aligned and they had a day off together, the blond had been all too quick to jump on the opportunity to have a date.

prompto nearly jumps into nyx’s arms, which works out well and fine as the glaive lifts him anyway, giving him a dramatic kiss that prompto returns with gusto. arms fling around his neck as he’s carried, looking smug on his perch. “i’m more than ready,” he says, looking ahead like a ship’s captain might gaze at the horizon, but his moment is short lived and he slides down nyx’s body to give him a second kiss.

“i’ve never been to the sept-- why do you have a bag so big?” he inquires, his lavender blue eyes darting along his boyfriend’s body. his attention is hard to keep when he’s excited, and now marks a moment no different.

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Gladio winces, rubs fervently at the back of his neck as he contemplates his response, and he already regrets bringing the subject up. This wasn’t what he meant. This wasn’t how it was meant to go. Speaking up’s done nothing but stir the pot, and leave them with only perturbation churning in their chests. 

“You have,” he amends quickly, reassuring him. It’s an automatic response, even though he’s the one with something to say. The chip’s on his shoulders this time, but all he wants to do it make sure Prompto’s alright. “You …. we’ve always been close. Even when Nyx came along, it never changed things between us, and I loved that. But when he left …. it just …. sort of felt like something more. Or maybe it ought to have been. Or I wanted it to be. Or maybe I’m reading too much into it. I don’t know.” He shakes his head in irritation, smooths a hand over the sweep of his hair. 

“I know you care about me. I know we’re great together. I just …. want to be together together. And not wonder if it’s only …..because someone else isn’t there to complete you.” Immediately, he doesn’t want to hear the answer to that, and offers a hand for Prompto to take. “Please. Just come here. Come back. And tell me you love me. Just once. And I’ll shut up about it. Promise.”

it... it makes sense, when gladio puts it that way. he knows what he’d meant, and prompto’s shoulders fall as he puts it in his perspective. he’s right. this feels like a rebound, this feels like taking this person he’s closest to and inserting him, forcing him to fit into the nyx-shaped hole in his heart. and that isn’t fair to him; it isn’t fair to either of them. prompto runs a hand through his hair and shies away from the hand he’s offered, opting instead to stand at a distance. 

prompto’s expression is neutral, if not a little sad, and he keeps himself angled away from gladio while he mulls this over. he can have a great thing with gladio, he knows. they’ve been so close for so long, that just adding a title seems so easy and so effortless. it only makes sense. but... maybe it only makes sense when the time is right.

“no... gladio. you’re right. you’re right.” he turns, finally, to face him, looking anywhere but at gladio. “you’re-- i’m sorry. this isn’t right... i want to do this with you, a lot. really bad. but it isn’t gonna work if we both aren’t ready for it, and i don’t think i’m ready, gladio...”

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He lets him slip from his lap, fluid and fluent, like spidersilk through his fingers. He doesn’t try to catch him. If Prompto wants that space, Gladio will grant him that. But he leans in, brows drawn, the points of his elbows digging firmly into the bends of his knees. 

He sighs through his nose, bracing himself both for that flighty look Prompto’s already wearing, and the attempt he’s about to make to explain himself. It’s been difficult, finding a way to step artfully around Prompto’s red-raw broken heart that hasn’t quite mended itself after Nyx had gone. Gladio’s always assumed that was rather by choice. But he’s still always hoping that one day Prompto might get tired of clutching desperately to the phantom of love long lost, and the man who was willing to purge himself of its pull.

“I mean ….” he begins, and he’s aware of how mournful he looks. “I meant I’d like to do this properly. I feel like sometimes we jumped into things. Because it was convenient. Because it was what you needed. Because I was accommodating. But I’m half in love with you, Prompto. And I don’t … I don’t want this to be the longest, most drawn-out rebound. I want to be with you. Really be with you. I want us to be in a relationship that isn’t just … me feeling like a chocobo band-aid on a mortal wound. I want to be your rock. I want to be something to you. Mean something to you.” He holds out a hand, palm up. An invitation. “I want us to be together. I want to do this right.”

and raw prompto is, still, every day feeling as though he’s barely holding the pieces of his heart together. they slice his hands open, they make him bleed more, covering everything he touches with the blood of his heartache. and as hesitant as prompto is, as unsure as his expression is, every word that gladio speaks rips off another layer of exposed skin around his heart, tearing away the healing that had progressed and exposing the soft inside. gladio is handling prompto gently, touching him with kid gloves, and it makes prompto’s already raw emotion twinge further. 

“i wouldn’t do that to you,” he insists, feeling the hint of offense on his shoulders, his form squaring off as defensiveness comes to his forefront. “you’ve always meant something to me. if you didn’t, if you never did, you wouldn’t have been the first place i went when i was alone. gladio, you are my rock and you...” he loses steam, quickly deflating as he runs out of words. he has nothing left to say-- he’d hoped the way he’d come to gladio in the past would speak for him, that gladio might trust prompto’s actions and trust in the way that he loves wholeheartedly. instead... he gets this.

“i thought i’d already made all of that clear to you.”

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“ no, you ARE strong. ”

@bladestruck​ ay

❄} – the unconditional confidence is an entirely new concept to prompto, one that washes over him like a wave he’d been all too unprepared to accept. he’s swept under the current of it all, blanking his thoughts, inciting a small panic, and suddenly, he’s not so sure about noct’s words at all. is he? is he so strong, when a mere idea of being given such confident votes sends him into a spiral?

        confidence and pride have never been given to the blond, not from his parents, not from ignis or gladio, and to be here, pressed up against the cold wall of noct’s bedroom, the lights low in his vision and noct in what would be too close for comfort, it’s unfamiliar and it’s uncomfortable. 

        prompto can tell in the back of his throat that if he keeps going, if he continues like this, the tears will well and they will fall, and that isn’t exactly in line with noct’s vote of confidence. so prompto inhales, breathes away the rush of doubt, and gives noct a forced smile that he wants so desperately to be genuine.

        “let’s talk about something else, yeah?”

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“ can we start over? ”

@praesidioest yo

❄} – this isn’t the sentence prompto is expecting to hear from gladio right now, with his lithe arms draped lazily over gladio’s wide shoulders. their size difference would be comical if it didn’t provide prompto with the most comfort he’s felt since the day nyx left him. 

        he’s hitched high up on gladio’s waist, his legs locked around him to hold himself up high where he’s been touching soft, needy kisses to gladio’s forehead. a source of comfort since he’s moved out and lived alone, the idea of going through this without gladio is a thought that prompto loathes, a thought that he shivers at the thought of. disdained so much, in fact, that when gladio whispers his question, it makes prompto stiffen, and he slips slowly from gladio’s grip to sink to the floor. his heart goes with him, dropping into his stomach at the thought.

        “what do you mean?” he questions right back, his jaw already setting firm as he sets distance between himself and gladio. if he’s about to be hurt by another person he thought he could trust, then he’s going to hurt him first. 

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- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts

“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”

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Hey so, big news …  I love AK so much that I would protect her in battle with my body and also knives, but mainly I’m posting this bitch ass graphic to celebrate the fact that her Prompto [ @stcrshell ! ] is gonna be my number one ho. 

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late night moves

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It’s an ungodly hour when Nyx reaches for his phone, to thumb through his feed for the thousandth time today. It’s almost like a compulsion, the way he can’t leave off his phone for more than ten minutes, his eyes hardly even focusing sometimes while he watches the text slip by in an incidental blur. What started as a fixation focused upon being at the ready for the prospect and probability of catching an alert to Prompto’s presence had settled into something of a mesmeric systematicity that is more a product of rote rather than a conscious effort to soothe whatever anxiousness that lingers within him.

Except this round of checking’s yielded something unexpected and uncommon: Prompto’s streaming. And Nyx happens to be present for it. He also happens to have a sockpuppet account ready for this exact occasion, over which he curses himself even as he logs into it. 

It’s the first time he’s been able to catch a stream live. It’s the first time he’s seen Prompto outside of whatever artistic shots of body parts swathed in sunlight and lace he happens to upload whenever the fancy strikes him. 

And Nyx is almost panicking. 

He looks like an odalisque, the way he’s stretched out on his bed, looking …. not quiet bored. Distracted is a better descriptor. The pale blue of the screen’s light illuminates his delicate features, and Nyx can see the nearly blinding reflection of a roseate gloss, like glass upon lips that Nyx can only remember forming the words that devastated him four months ago. 

And still he watches. And waits.

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the loneliness that strikes through prompto’s heart has settled there and begun to make a home. it hasn’t gotten easier. it hasn’t gone away. it hasn’t lessened, like gladio had suggested it might. it’s just made itself more comfortable, and added itself to the dull din of prompto’s daily life. where his heart once bled and cracked from a lost loved one, the loneliness had since bandaged it and paved roads. it traverses through his veins and through the muscle in his body, roads that only the ache of hurt can use.

it’s that ache that keeps him awake.

it’s that ache that leads him to open up his streaming site, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and posting the link on his twitter feed, despite not having streamed in months. maybe he can make a few extra bucks this way. prompto receives the alert that he has a new viewer, and he softens his expression, blue eyes scanning the empty chat box.

on prompto’s right hand, he still wears the engagement ring that nyx had given him weeks before he’d left for niflhiem, but on a different finger. right now, he keeps the gemstones turned to his palm, showing the gold band to the camera as his fingers peek out from under the sleeves of his blue satin robe. 

“hey,” he greets them, offering a smile that doesn’t have all of his heart behind it. he’s half asleep, he’s bored, he’s lonely, and sometimes all you can do is rely on the validation of strangers. “what’s your name?”