I started playing my all time favorite game again and final fantasy XV and guess what my character crushes on the Chocobros has been reawakened let me be a little gay yall I can’t help it
Anyway the love baby of my two favorite interest in ffxv omegaverse especially with poly Chocobros x reader
I think that Ignis is the pack alpha I just can’t see it being Noctis the I do think he’s and alpha so is Gladio I’m having a hard time telling if Prompto is a omega or Beta I’m leaning towards omega something about his back story just feels so omega coded with him feeling like he needed to be worthy of being Noct’s friend
yk what anon.. i made a poll but i decided i’m too impatient to wait a week for all the results by about 50% was saying yes.. so yes!! i officially now write for ffxv (noctis, prompto, ignis, and gladio; not polyamorous tho).
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▸ nsfw, hints of gangbang, hints of pussy eating, hints of handjob, pussy kissing, maid!reader, mainly noctis and gladio, noctis made a bet for extra sleep, pussy inspections
adding a picture for those who don’t know them…this is them older around dilf age
Noctis pushes your panties to the side while you're bent over picking up some of his pants that he left on his bedroom floor. He runs his fingers up and down your pussy lips. And he says,
"I get to sleep in by an hour tomorrow." You stay bent over for Noctis, as you look past your legs and your eyes widen as you see Noctis's three friends and guards, Ignis, Galdio, and Prompto watching you.
He slips one of his long, thin fingers past your lips. And you hold your hand over your mouth as you whimper, "She is dripping still. You can touch her and find out for yourself. My friends here didn't believe you would still be wet for me after I was gone all day." You clench around him, as Noctis pushes up your fluffy black skirt up with his other hand. And he pulls his finger out, moving your panties back into place. So they can see the way your pussy looks puffy with your panties soaking wet.
Noctis moves in front of you, telling you, "So I wanted to prove them wrong, and for being a good girl, I'll let you have whatever you want tonight." He normally spoils you anyway, he could find any reason to reward you for. And he loves hearing a whine for him as you get more pleasure drunk.
You stand up and your skirt falls. You watch Noctis go sit on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to come closer with two fingers. And you walk over, he points down and you bend over, as Gladio whistles before he says,
"You've been training her, I thought you were a blushy virgin but here you are, being a cocky dom with your sweet little service sub. And one of your maids, no less." You press your knees together as Gladio walks up behind you.
Grabbing your ass with a large, rough hand, your face is burning. As you whimper, "Noctis," after hearing everyone but his friends call him the prince, it was nice to hear you the way you call out his first name. Noctis encourages you by telling you, "Use your words for me, let me hear your pretty voice."
"How far are three of them going with me?" Gladio takes his hand off your butt and you push your hips back. As Noctis smiles and tells you,
"As far as you want them to go, all of them are going to inspect your pussy so they can see I'm not lying. You can always use your safe word and this all stops." He had talked about this with you beforehand, that his friends all found you attractive.
It had happened when you were doubting yourself. He was also really worked up that night from a very stressful day
"I'm good, I want them to see how wet I am waiting for you. I've been thinking about having your head between my legs." Gladio gets on his knees behind you and pulls your panties halfway down your thighs, stopping just past your white thigh-high socks.
Gladio asks you, "Do you want me to eat you out instead? You can sit on my face. And Noctis can watch me make a mess out of you. While you use both of your hands to make sure that Iggy and Prompto aren’t left out.”
At first, when they saw the situation you were in, the rest of the group didn’t know what to do. But once Noctis got around to explaining what had been happening between the two of you recently, the confusion began to ebb away into something a little more curious. And when he offered you up to them for a little bit of their own test drive (under his watchful eyes and guidance, of course), curiosity melted away into excitement. But then only one question remained…
Who was going first?’
That started off as a heated discussion. Shooting back and forth reasons on why they all deserved to go first. And you were content to watch them fight amongst themselves as you shimmied out of your skirt and stripped yourself of your top. Whistling to catch their attention, you saw four very horny men turn towards you with very different reactions regarding their personalities. But you really broke when you saw Prompto. When he pulled that face on you, you decided right then and there that it’s no contest anymore, despite the grumbles from the rest of the group. It was hard to even think about letting him get anything but first with you when he hit you with those sad, baby blue eyes.
“Is this okay?” He murmured once he was finally lined up with your hole. Concern was evident on his face, even as you flashed him an encouraging smile.
“It’s fine,” You ensure him, adoring the bright red blush that’s spreading across his freckled cheeks and to the tips of his ears. “Whenever you’re ready.”
You’ve been in this position for a while now- laying on your back of the backseat of the Regalia with a hand between your legs, teasing and stretching yourself out. You’re folded in half, legs up and out of the way while your bare bottom half sits right on the edge of the seat. It’s an odd angle to look up at someone from. With the car door open, it’s all too easy to get access to you. Yet, you would think you’d be more embarrassed than Prompto right now considering you’re the one about to get fucked by four guys, and he’s just the lucky one with his fly down first.
“Uh, right! Let me just…” With a small swallow, you watch as his eyes flicker up to your face for a second before back down at your cunt. Then slowly, you feel him push the head of his cock inside of you. You can’t help but hiss at the feeling, watching as his cock slides into you readily. It looks like he wasn’t the only one affected too. “Fuck…”
When you first looked at it, you couldn’t help but draw comparisons between Prompto’s and Noctis’s dick. Undoubtedly, Noctis was just a little bit longer, but Prompto was noticeably thicker. You could feel it in the stretch. A little unexpected, but very welcome. That, coupled with that flushed red mushrooming tip that practically poured out precum, you couldn’t believe how shy he was acting. You know any girl who jumps at a chance to get with him- especially with a dick like this.
“Come on, Blondy.” You giggle at him when he finally settles inside of you. You can practically feel him twitch inside of you, trying not to come so quickly. His hands are resting on your hips, fingers drumming against your skin restlessly. He looks up at you, the blush on his face growing dark and darker by second as if he’s not sure what he should start with. Luckily for him, you’re good at getting what you want. “You can go as fast as you want, baby. I promise you won’t break me- oh!”
You’re barely finished speaking when he rolls his hips into yours, effectively forcing you to moan. He looks at you again, blonde hair falling into his eyes though you feel as though this one last look is less for approval and more of a warning. Regardless, you quirk your eyebrow at him teasingly and nod at him for continue, as if challenging him to do his worst. And perhaps that wasn’t the best idea for you. Because the half-smile, half-smirk growing across his face is a little more of the energetic the Prompto you know and love.
A little more of the Prompto who you know has more stamina than he honestly should.
The next couple of minutes couple by a lot quicker than they started. He starts at a slow, steady pace. It’s obvious he’s focused on keeping a nice pace at first as he bites at his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrow in concentration. Every time he manages to pull a soft, pleasure-filled noise from your lips, he looks into your eyes triumphantly. It’s like he’s teasing you back and as much as you want to get mad at him, your mind is growing just a little more preoccupied with just how deep he’s reaching inside of you right.
“Mmm, right there Prompto- Ah!” You moan out as you feel an orgasm start to build in your stomach. If he keeps it up like this, in a few minutes, you’ll be out like a light. “Right there, right there, right there!”
The rest of the group saunters come in closer to watch how he’s doing. And with a couple of words of “encouraging” banter between him and the rest of the boys, Prompto began to mumble to himself grumpily and speed up. A lot . You hear the car door by your head open and spot Noctis leaning over you just as Prompto starts to get sloppy with you. The dark-haired prince is clearly doing this to egg his best friend on, though the hand he running through your hair is very comforting as Prompto goes to town on your guts.
“ Fuck , she’s tight.” Prompto cursed again, just in time with a needily little moan that forced its way out of your lips. He lets got of your hips, opting to use one hand to grab the back one of your leg and using it as leverage for a new angle. The other hand comes up and finds your clit easily- rubbing into it clumsily but effectively still getting you off. “I’m not gonna last like this…”
“You ‘bouta cum already?” A gruff voice- Gladio’s voice - calls out from somewhere outside of your immediate view. You hesitate before whimpering a small, “N-need more” while Prompto lets out a panicked cry of “No! Of course not!” but it was far too late and just not convincing enough.
Because one moment, there’s the freckled face of the silly blonde photographer that you can’t but help but adore, and the next moment? Well, he’s being torn off of you.
You let out a yelp as his dick is suddenly pulled out of your pussy. Not painful, just unexpected and very, very disappointing. Noctis is quick to shush your confused complaints easily, hand still stroking your hair in an effort to make sure you’re still relaxed and enjoying yourself. Still, on your back, you were only able to catch a glimpse of Prompto being pulled away from you and being told to “use his own damn hands to finish if he can’t make you finish at the same time” by a very passionate Gladio. However, Ignis is quick to step in front of your line of sight before you get too distracted.
“I hope you don’t mind, my dear.” He says to you while taking off his gloves. His voice is like silk compared to the fighting going on behind him. One hand of his hands is pulling down his trousers, pulling free his cock, and spitting on it before using that as makeshift lube to stroke himself. His other hand moves immediately to your clit, brushing a finger against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You shiver instantly, looking up at him as Noctis sits behind you, instructing Iggy on what you like. “We settled on this agreement to make sure that you know that it’s an honor to enjoy your presence intimately.”
With that, the finger brushing against your clit enters into your cunt, a second one following close behind. Your mouth falls open into a silent gasp, eyes flicking down to where he’s intently scissoring and pumping two of his digits inside of you. He’s not too forceful with you, but admittedly his fingering moves your body ever-so-slightly all too easily.
“Umm, Iggy...” You began, fighting back the urge to fucking yourself back on his fingers. As good as this felt, you’d rather someone just pick up where Prompto let off with. “I already-”
“Patience, my dear. We’re here to take care of you as well, you know. Besides,” He cuts you off, words firm but a soft, knowing smile on his lips. You find yourself nodding along in agreement, swallowing down your desires as he continues what he was saying just so he can talk to you in that gorgeous voice of his. “I saw that Prompto’s size gave you quite the surprise. It would be improper of me to not ensure your utmost comfort at this moment. Your own fingers can only do but so much.”
You find yourself growing a little flustered at his attention and care for detail when it comes to you. Somehow, it’s even more embarrassing than having him standing over you and moving his fingers inside of you. Shyly, you cast your eyes away from his intense green eyes, hidden behind his glasses before you zone in on something very, very promising.
Your eyes can’t help but roll over the sight of his erect cock being lazily stroked in his hand. Even from this angle, you can tell that’s long, long, long . It’s a pretty color, and there’s a nice vein decorating the side that you can see- but what really captures your attention is the way it stands. Tall and mighty with the slightest curve that you know you’re gonna love. And thankfully, he doesn’t make you wait long.
“ Shit, Iggy,” Noct swears the second you feel Ignis make it to as far as he can go inside of you. You’re breathing out heavily, eyes fluttering shut he allows you to adjust to his length. You can hear the bespectacled man whisper out words of encouragement and praise as he runs his fingers up and down your skin. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her make that face before.”
You open your eyes, and with a half-lidded gaze, you’re able to spot Noctis staring down at you with interest. When he catches your gaze, he sends you a small smirk, blue eyes twinkling with mirth. The hand that was previously stroking your hair stops for a moment. He moves his hand downwards, his thumb coming to rest on your bottom lip. He stroking it sensually, never breaking eye contact, and practically groaning when your tongue darts out and gives it an experiment lick. You take his thumb in your mouth and suck, eager to please in any way that you can. But you forgot about something important.
Iggy.
When he snaps his hips into you, you can’t help but squeal at the sensation. You look at him in just enough time to see him snap his hips into yours again. Noctis’ thumb falls out of your mouth easily, you’re entranced by the sudden vision of a disheveled Iggy rocking into you faster and faster.
“I-Iggy!” You squeal again, barely catching on to the soft smile that can’t help but admire the position you’re in. “F-feels good!”
He’s moving faster now, already having a set rhythm, and he seems to be sticking with it. He’s rarely offbeat, allowing you the same half-second of rest before he slams into you again and again and again. Both hands reach out and coax your legs, into wrapping themselves around his waist. It allows him to get impossibly deeper, hitting that angle inside of you that has you praying. The need to cum you were feeling with Prompto started to come bubbling up inside of you once more. You were so disappointed to lose it during the time between Prompto and Iggy. But that orgasm you lost is coming back. And it’s coming back at full force.
after losing it with all the time in between him and Iggy finally getting to fuck you, Iggy’s hips start to stutter.
Above you, you can hear that he’s breathing himself. His eyes are clouded over with lust, his face is becoming redder and redder and fucks you more and more. It’s a side of the normally composed and calm Iggy that you never thought you’d ever get the privilege of seeing. And you can’t help but say that you love it. Though you’d probably enjoy the sight more if he wasn’t fucking you senselessly, and you could focus on anything other than his cock inside of your pussy.
“That’s it, that’s it…” You can barely hear him whispering to himself over the sound of his cock sliding in and out of you. He’s moving so fast you can feel the car shift back and forth in time with his strokes. It’s mindblowing just how good you feel right now. But just as “ Hngh , I’m close...Gladio! Take my spot!”
Almost as quickly as Prompto was pulled from you, Iggy pulls out of you. Your legs uncross from his back, fall limp as he steps away and starts furiously stroking himself a few paces away from the Regalia. It’s quite the anticlimatic end that you really weren’t hoping for especially with how the way things ended with Prompto. You whine at the loss again, hoping that you don’t have to start over from square one once again when something big, tall, and broad suddenly blocks your vision.
“Hi there, sweetheart,” Gladio’s deep rumble has you gasping in seconds. Or was it just the hand that’s reaching out to play with your puffy clit, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves? “You think Iggy did a good enough job prepping for me? Or do I need to stretch you out some more?”
And because you’re impatient and a whore you insist that he fills you up immediately. You’ve spent more than enough time eyeing his pants to know just what type of weapon he’s hiding from you right now. And because he’s Gladio , he stretches you out aways- cooing at you when your faces scrunched up at the feeling of three of his thick fingers stuffed inside of your cunt. Noctis has his hands running through your hair again, commenting on all the little noises your body produces and asking if Gladio if he ever knew you could be this sweet. You huff at them both, reaching a hand down to start playing with your clit when Gladio grabs at your wrist.
“Please,” He began, gently letting of your wrist and gesturing down to his crotch. Your eyes land on the prize, and you feel yourself begin to drool at the sheer size he’s presenting to you. A thick and meaty cock stands at attention, finally freed from his pants. The tip is incredibly thick, and veins run all over his pulsating member. He’s so large. It’s what you expected given his height and build but fuck, you’ve never taken something that big before. But with the way he flashes you that confident- no, cocky - smirk you know you just have to have him. Just this once. “Allow me…”
And you do.
And by the time the head finally disappears behind your pussy lips, you find yourself all but sobbing at the sensation of being so full . He moves into you slowly- slower than Prompto was too. He never fully stopped, never giving you time to really adjust to what you’re feeling. Instead, he gives it to you, inch by inch until your body just can’t take anymore. When you’re left on your back, breathing out shudder breaths and letting out tiny mewls, Gladio leans down, takes your legs in his big palms, and throws them over his shoulders.
For a while, he just stands there, letting you adjust to the position change. Letting his cock swell and twitch and leak precum inside of you. Every breath you take shifts him inside of you, effectively making you gasp and whimper at the foreign feeling. Above you, you can vaguely hear Noctis giving Gladio instructions on what to do with you. You suppose it only fair- you’re obviously not in the right state of mind after two ruined orgasms, but you don’t get a chance like this every day.
“Gladio?” You ask suddenly, voice small and eyes trained on the small imprint he’s made on your stomach. “Fuck me?”
You don’t even have to ask twice. In an instant, he’s pounding into you. There’s absolutely no mercy left for you and your cunt at this point. He has you crying out in seconds- moving in deep like Iggy and fucking you fast like Prompto. This goes on for a while too. His stamina is unmatched, and his experience is evident. It’s to be expected from the big guy who makes the Regalia move instead of just shaking as he fucks you. You have no doubt he’s popular with girls everywhere. And if you weren’t so taken with the Prince, you might have turned more of your attention to Gladio instead. You might have turned your attention to Prompto and Iggy a little more too.
What can you say? You like a good dick. You like a good dick a lot.
“Ahh...ahh- shit!” You whimper out as Gladio takes aimed strokes at your g-spot time and time again. “ Oh my god, oh my god, fuck!”
You’re getting close. You’re getting very, very close. It’s evident by the way your moans and gasps start to grow in pitch. Prompto’s and Iggy’s voice fills your ears, but their words come to your fuzzy mind in nothing but murmurs. You know they’re giving each other advice, telling him what worked for them and what didn’t when it came to you.
Prompto’s cheerful tone and Iggy's calculated words send shivers down your spine as your body remembers what it was like to be with them too. They all had their own special thing about them that made the moment all so worth it but right now wasn’t really the time for you to reminisce. Instead, all you could focus on right this second was the dick that was currently stuffed inside of you and the way Noctis had just slipped two of his fingers back inside of your mouth.
Your eyes can barely stay open, but yet you fight the urge to close them and squeeze them shut tight as you ride out of wave after wave of pleasure. No, you do your best to make eye contact with him again, drinking in the face of your lover- your original lover as he drinks in the view of you getting fucked stupid by another one of his friends.
You just look up at him and look and look and look. You think about how pretty he is. You think about the light freckles that splash against his cheeks. You think about his dark hair and how his bangs hang of his forehead in just the cutest way. You think about what it was like to spend all those nights with him, toying with him before you two finally got to fuck. You think about sucking him off, about giving him a handjob and him returning the favor, right in front of his friends. You think about when you got to ride him and when he fucked you from behind. You think how natural it feels to suck on his fingers- as if it’s what you were made for this.
But you try not to think about how he swears he’ll make you sure you’ll only cum on his cock. Yeah , full stop on that request. He may be a prince…
But you’re the one who taught him how to drive the car, weren’t you?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Today’s recommendation is a WILD series and spicier than bhut jolokia so, you know, proceed with caution.
This is probably my favorite FFXV fic because it’s just everything. It really is a wild ride (I’m not gonna specify if I’m referring to the regalia or something else when I say that but--) with disarmingly excellent characterization that’s spicy yet wholesome (especially in part 4 with Noctis). It’s super layered. When I first read it, I was expecting to just fall into a hot bed of spice but it actually factored in the boys’ personal feelings/struggles and relationships with each other and made the reader more than just a...well, a hole. The reader’s bond with the rest of them actually mattered and was something you worried would break over the crazy events of the story. I really love this one❤️
Also, every piece of dialogue you read? Envision in it in their voices please. Trust me, it enhances the experience. That is all. Thank you.
Make sure to leave the author some kudos if you liked it!
Imagine: The boys preparing a surprise party for you
Requested by @ann-is-amazing-person
A/N: Happy belated birthday! Sorry that this took so long to post, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! :)
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You exited the tent, sleepily rubbing your eyes as you prepared for another day of traveling. It felt like a normal day, but as soon as you walked outside you remembered it wasn’t.
“Happy birthday!” The four men chanted at the unison, nearly startling you with their enthusiastic greeting.
“Oh!” You grinned, joining them outside where they waited for you.
“Happy birthday!” Prompto told you again, opening his arms in an offer that you couldn’t resist. As soon as you hugged him, someone tapped your shoulder.
“Morning, sleepyhead” Noctis said, giving you a lazy hug with one arm.
“Look who’s talking” You teased him, even if you were still smiling. “This is the first time you’re up before me, Sleeping Beauty”
“You didn’t forget about your own birthday, did you?” Gladio was the next to hug you, fondly squeezing you tight against him.
“No, but I just woke up” You mumbled, suddenly slightly self-conscious as you combed your bed hair with your hands. “Give me a minute”
Gladio just laughed, letting you go so Ignis could have his turn.
“The happiest of birthdays to you, dear” The latter said, dedicating you a warm smile as he too hugged you.
“Thank you, guys” You smiled, feeling your heart warm. “It’s very sweet that you waited to wish me a happy birthday”
“Well, that is not all” Ignis told you, motioning behind him with a wave of his arm.
What you hadn’t quite realized in your sleepy state was that they had prepared so much more than just a few hugs and good wishes. There were balloons and decorations everywhere, and the tables were filled with your favorite foods as well as a big birthday cake.
“It’s your favorite flavor!” Prompto energetically tugged at your hand, noticing you were staring at the cake. “C’mon, let’s eat!”
“Yeah, let’s” Noctis agreed, plopping down in one of the chairs.
“Unless you’re too sleepy to eat” Gladio lovingly messed up your hair.
“No, let’s celebrate” You couldn’t stop smiling as you followed Prompto, who still tugged at your hand. “You guys are the best”.
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May I request drabbles (or headcannons, what you prefer <3) of the chocobros falling in love at first sight? Like, they considered the idea silly, but then they fall in love without warning xD F!Reader and not poly (just to clarify) <3
Eeeee thank you so much for being my first request <3 I hope you enjoy it! I had so much fun writing these, we stan dumb boys in love.
You Had Me at...Oh Gods I’m in Love With You.
↞Noctis↠
The term love at first sight was not a valid concept within Noctis’ mind. His brain was wired too cynically for that. Hell, he had never known the decadent kiss of romantic love before. Love at first sight was as real as his King’s Knight avatar in his eyes. But when that energizing sensation, like being zapped with the sweetened hum of clarity, bathed him in affectionate realization he questioned everything. Perhaps questioned above all that this feeling was cultivated by someone he was all too familiar with.
The waning sun caressed your curves and its rays wove celestial golden lilies into your hair. You were the only one of the group with enough patience and chill to sit with him while he fished for hours on end (Yes even Ignis, the reigning lord of composure, grew tired of it.) Your shorts had ridden up your thighs, allowing the heated wood of the dock to support your tired body after the day’s hunt. Your legs dangled off of the edge, toes rippling at the surface of the modest lake.
You were positively glowing; only you didn’t look outwardly different than normal. The setting sun took with it the invisible blinders Noctis wore. It stole his breath as utter and sudden adoration bubbled up his throat. Hyper awareness of all the moments you had blessed him with an extra heartbeat swam through him like the fish below your kindred forms that danced around his lure.
When you first met in the royal gardens, two children freshly grown out of their toddler stage. Sneaking away to play with the koi fish in the vast pond while your parents, among other delegates, enjoyed dinner with their king.
When you stayed home from prom with him when his anxiety crippled his will to attend (despite the wines and protests of your friends). If he wasn’t there what was the point in watching your friends chase after their crushes; leaving you twirling your punch in your hand as your thoughts circled back again and again to your raven haired best friend. The night was spent deliciously in pajamas, munching on pizza and playing video games.
When you consistently allowed him to drag you (although it was never a chore for you) to royal galas if he needed a date. Whether that be to fend off incessant elites and their thirsty daughters or just to give him a sense of normality among the plastered smiles of royalty.
“Fuck!” You screeched and yanked your toe violently out of the water, pulling Noctis’ adoration out with it. He grunted when you splashed his lap with lakewater but quickly his mild discomfort bloomed into a fit of laughter. A hearty crayfish dangled angrily from your big toe. It snapped its free claw comically as you continued to freak out.
Although not the most opportune time, Noctis realized that he wanted to spend an eternity of days like this bathed in the love he felt for you-and he could only hope you felt the same.
“Noct stop laughing and help me before my toe gets pinched off!”
Love at first sight? More like love at first bite.
↞Prompto↠
Prompto was a hopeless romantic in the purest essence of the phrase. It was embarrassingly blissful to him how often he fantasized about endowing someone he loved with all of the affection and cuddles he could muster. Sure they were pleasant fantasies but did he ever think they would ever actually happen to him?
Gods no.
He could not deny that it was addicting to silently dream of laying his eyes on the love of his life as he went about his everyday high school existence. Would she bump into him as they crossed paths in the cafeteria? Catch his eye across the library, peeking up at him over her book? Or maybe become his sparring partner when he started at the Crownsguard academy; exchanging calculated punches then whisking him away to Crow’s Nest for a burger and shakes.
The droning of the tour guide at Insomnia’s Central Museum for the Arts was drowned out by one said fantasy. Prompto mozied along with the rest of his class on their day-long field trip to the building. He allowed himself to picture the object of his undying love emerging from the sea of students, the classical elegance of the sculptures reflected in her eyes as her gaze grew alight with their eloquence.
Only, she actually did.
Ho.lee.shit.
Prompto screwed his eyes shut and wondered if he had taken these musings a bit too far. To his bewilderment when he opened them, the angel was still standing there.
He absolutely was not exaggerating when he found you more stunning than the carvings of the goddesses you were observing. He stared in amazement at you long enough to be able to count the freckles on your nose until Noctis bumped him in the shoulder.
“Dude, stop staring otherwise she’s going to think you’re a pervert.” Noctis flatly warned.
“Who...who is she?” Prompto asked breathily as if you had stolen all his available air away. He clenched his friend’s arm for support as the intense sensation of sheer infatuation threatened to float his body through the roof.
“I don’t recognize her. She must have transferred here this semester.” Noctis explained nonchalantly. His azure eyes glinted with playful mischief as he watched his friend squirm in longing. In a rare show of PDA, Noctis looped his arm through Prompto’s and dragged him closer to you. The blonde was too swept up in the overwhelmingly deep pool of his instant crush that he hadn’t realized Noctis had dropped him off at your side. Prompto stood as stiffly as the sculpture; camera awkwardly held at chest level, eyes glazed over, and teeth worrying incessantly at his bottom lip. He was a vibrating mess of nerves as he fumbled for something to say to explain his proximity to you before you noticed.
“H-hey.” He croaked. He cursed the rise in his tone as his greeting slipped from his lips.
“Oh, hey!” You chirped. Prompto could have passed out with how delightfully blinding your smile was. Even brighter than the polished marble of the artwork.
Think Prompto, think.
“Do...do you mind if I take a picture of you?” He cleared his throat and gestured to his camera with a cheesy smile.
You cocked your head in curiosity. Prompto’s eyes widened comically to the size of his camera lens.
Shit shit nice going Prompto. You, a total stranger asking to take a picture of a pretty girl out of nowhere.
“It’s for the school paper. It’s okay if you say no!” He babbled, scrambling for any semblance of a normal answer. It was indeed the truth; as a photographer for the paper, it gave him an excuse to have his precious camera on him everywhere. And apparently a way to clean up his awkwardness.
“Of course!” Your giggle was a double entendre. It sent Prompto’s nerves into an extravagant fanfare yet managed to douse the flames of his anxiety.
“I’m Prompto by the way.” He blurted. Your full attention on him sent a stampede of chocobos barreling into his chest.
“I’m Y/N.”
He struggled not to let out a small hum of awe as your posture changed from sweetly delicate to posing humorously akin to the statue. Your last extravagant mimicry of the artwork resulted in you wobbling sideways. Your slight loss of balance caused your phone to fall out of your pocket. Prompto let his camera dangle against his chest as he fumbled to nab it before it hit the stone floor. He managed to catch it but at the expense of flailing into your arms. Your hands flew to his shoulders as you helped prop him up straight.
Your touch blossomed goosebumps on his pale skin like a lush garden of wildflowers. The two of you slowly raised your heads to join gazes graced with mutual deep blushes.
“Are you alright?” You checked as your hands still cultivated more flowers along his arms. Prompto gulped and nodded.
In the commotion, your phone screen had turned on. When he held it out to you he swore his heart was going to implode even more than it already had. The activated device revealed an absolutely adorable photo of you smiling widely next to a chocobo whose feathers were the color of the sky on a cloudless summer day.
“You like chocobos?” He asked softly, internally freaking out at how utterly perfect you were.
“Yeah! I own one, that’s her.” You replied with that same smile-only it was infinitely more striking in real life.
“No way! What’s her name?” Prompto brightened up at her enthusiasm for the bird.
“Lucina. I’m really into this game-”
No. fucking. Way.
“Fire Emblem?” As he interjected there was a brief silence filled with cherried cheeks and bubblegumed gazes.
“Yeah, actually. Do you play?” The way your grin formed on your lips rivaled any ray of sunshine that cascaded through the glass ceiling.
“It’s one of my favorites.” It took everything for Prompto to subdue his buzzing excitement and not shoot out of the building in a rocket powered by serotonin.
“No way, mine too. Lucina just had chicks, wanna see?” You offered and stepped close enough to him that your arms gave each other eskimo kisses.
“Hell yeah.” He exhaled shakily. The overstimulation and attention was becoming too much to handle as you excitedly showered him with pictures of your new hatchlings. He didn’t think it was more possible for your features to shine more than they had already.
“Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Argentum. If you are done canoodling back there we are moving onto the next gallery.” Your teacher’s scratchy voice boomed over the vast room and elicited snickers from your classmates.
The two of you were the embodiment of deer caught in the headlights of embarrassment. You giggled the awkwardness away while Prompto fanned himself vigorously.
“Um, Y/N?” He asked as you turned to rejoin everyone. The way the syllables caressed his tongue made him long to say it again. You hummed in response as you two began walking to the next room.
“Since you’re into Fire Emblem, do you play smash?” He asked.
“I do.” Your response inflated him with newfound confidence, no matter how momentarily.
“Maybe we can canoodle again sometime? And by that I mean do you want to have a smash bros tournament after school one of these days?” Prompto proposed with his nose scrunched in anxious anticipation.
“I’d love that.”
Poor boy had never simped so quickly.
↞Ignis↠
Ignis squinted at google maps as the little dot pinged upon his arrival at his destination. He was in a rather unusual part of the city and if it wasn’t for his gps he would have thought that he had left Insomnia all together. It was so very green; maples lined the streets while tulips swayed to the silent music of the wind in the park behind him. Between the thick tresses of ivy that clung to the modest building in front of him he could make out a sign.
Sleepless Beans
This was indeed the place. He slipped his phone into the pocket of his dress pants and began walking up to the precipice. A loud clanking, followed by a high pitched SHIT halted him in his tracks. An enormous cat, the likes of Ignis had never seen before, bounded out of the open door of the coffee shop. It barrelled at his shins and he danced around its swatty paws, the animal almost catching his pant leg as it attempted to run past him. He awkwardly shuffled around it, unsure if it was too aggressive to pick up or calm enough not to bolt into the greenery across the street.
“Oh my gods I’m so sorry!” Your voice enchanted Ignis audibly before your appearance did. It was like he was hearing the personification of early morning dew drops on a silken petal.
Ignis had never given more than a passing thought to romance. To what it meant to feel butterflies, as others called it, within his chest. He had much higher priorities; a prince, a city, and a country to mull over.
But he believed he was finally touched by this foreign fluttering of hummingbird wings against the chambers of his heart when he laid eyes upon you. Time slowed as you ejected yourself from the shop, hands threading into the long fur of the animal and scooping it up. The greens of the natural scenery surrounding the two of you instantly intensified to an almost blinding neon as he soaked in your lovely essence.
“I-It’s quite alright.” Ignis consoled smoothly as he watched you struggle to restrain the cat.
My word, he just stammered. He was too eloquently educated to fumble for his words.
When he reached out to aid you in supporting the wiggling cat’s butt, his gaze fell upon your apron and he swore five more hummingbirds had blossomed within him.
The printed lettering on the sienna colored fabric read:
My birthstone is a coffee bean.
He found that insufferably adorable.
Once you had gathered your cat within your arms you exhaled in relief and threw him a tired smile.
“Ebony doesn’t usually leave the shop, he’s too lazy to go anywhere but his cat tree. But I guess that blue jay on the vine made him unusually spicy today.” You said with playfulness once you saw Ignis was not offended.
“I hope you aren’t allergic to cats.” You sheepishly joked and Ignis had to consciously try to not get lost within your captivating cuteness.
“No, not at all. Ebony, that’s a lovely name.” He responded, hoping that he didn’t sound like he had carefully calculated every word of that sentence to make a good impression.
“Thank you! He’s named after my favorite coffee.” You smiled with a groan as you heaved the cat up to your shoulder.
“Ebony is actually why I’m here. I hear you have brews unlike any other.” Ignis continued as he just recalled the reason he had traveled all the way out here.
“You’ve heard right! We’re one of the only coffee shops in all of Insomnia that offers custom Ebony grounds.” Your voice sang to the tune of the summer sunshine filtering through the towering canopy.
“Follow me inside and we can get your order set up.”
The coffee shop was just as cozy as its exterior; various species of plants dangled from hanging baskets scattered across the ceiling, wide windows allowed natural light to softly embrace polished countertops that held up walls decorated with pastelled art and trinkets.
“Alrighty, so here’s a list of all of our flavors-It’s a lot so take your time.” You explained after reaching behind the barista’s station and placing the paper on the counter for Ignis to observe. He was quite content looking over an extensive selection of aromas and tastes. However his stomach flip flopped at the prospect of not continuing your melodious conversation.
“What do you recommend?” He asked simply. His glasses fogged up with his inaudible gasp when your features lit up in enthusiasm.
You launched into a detailed musing of your favorite flavors; the body, strength, taste of each one, and what ones paired the best with each other. Ignis was sucked in by your shared passion for the invigorating liquid and felt a minute pout manifest when you halted your lovely speech.
“Ope, sorry. Look at me rambling.” You chuckled awkwardly. Ignis blinked in disbelief that someone so ethereally charming would apologize for speaking about something they found joy in.
“No need to apologize. I’ll go with the miel and elderflower blend, as you recommended.” His lips curled upward at your own grin.
“Great! I knew such a well put together guy had excellent taste.” You mused and threw him an excited smile only to flush a deep rose when you realized you had just inadvertently flirted with a customer.
Blood was drained from Ignis’ veins and replaced with nectar instead. It ran so syrupy sweet that it momentarily clogged his charisma and ability to form coherent sentences.
“We can either ship it to you or keep it here for you to pick up. What’s easier for you?” You coughed and asked in a more professional tone that betrayed your lingering redness.
“Most certainly pick up.”
↞Gladiolus↠
Gladiolus read a lot of romance novels.
And I mean a lot.
Copious amounts.
And no one teased him about it because-I mean have you seen him? If that man was participating in a library reading list he would already have won six regalias. Yet despite his infatuation with stories about people’s affections, some of the tropes he read on paper most certainly did not translate into the real world.
One of them being love at first sight. The only love at first sight Gladio had ever experienced was with the intoxicating aroma of a fresh styrofoam container of cup noodles.
So it was a jolt to his being when the most peculiar feeling manifested within him on his family vacation to Galdin Quay. Iris and his dad were napping after a long day of hiking along the beach. While his family was completely drained he felt the opposite. Anywhere outside of the concrete and brick cityscapes endowed his being with newfound energy.
He found himself chilling on one of the lavish couches that cradled the grand fountain in the middle of the resort’s lobby. His hair was tied up in a messy bun to allow the sweat from the intense heat evaporate off his neck. His Hawaiian shirt lay unbuttoned against his stomach as he basked in the lazy breeze of the hotel AC.
Gladio was a young man with a healthy vigor, so it was natural for him to first admire a beautiful woman’s alluring curves or the plump swell of her ass. However, when his eyes danced across your form tapping on your phone across the lobby it was as if the crisp AC had been absorbed into his nerves. His body burned with icy heat as everything else in the room faded into monochrome against your chromatic existence.
He blinked as he grappled with how a simple mundane activity could bestow upon you such an intensely luminous glow. His eyes were glued to every part of your being; and not in his usual casual admiration of the female form. He couldn’t explain the electricity that crackled at the soles of his feet and pushed him to get closer to you. His mind raced as he tried to catch up to his heart that was abruptly waterboarded by a freight train of desire.
You were too divine to not let his imagination sculpt the two of you in the bashful interactions and passionate adventures of his latest read. Toes burried the delicate sand and hands reaching towards the vast network of constellations of the bay. Laughs mingling with the soft pull of the waves and touches as feather light as the gulls that rode them.
His chest clenched between the radiant teeth you revealed when you giggled at your phone screen. He ached in unexplainable jealousy.
Fuck, he didn’t even know your name.
He felt pent up by the sweat that dripped down his exposed stomach, by the idea that he had to return to training the moment he stepped through the obsidian doors of the Citadel, by how he just caught feelings for someone who was as much a stranger to him as the waiter who had brought him room service earlier.
His frustration flared when you turned to exit the lobby. His stomach dropped as he felt homesick for a person he had never known.
Until a book popped itself out of your tote bag as you hurried out of the revolving door. Gladiolus didn’t waste a moment before making a beeline for the lost object. When he took up the freshly printed paper in his hands he audibly gasped.
Gods, you were perfect.
“Hey! You dropped your book-” A velvety voice called from behind you. Your sandals halted on the sunbaked wood of the boardwalk. You whipped around to find a man as honeyed as his amber eyes.
“Oh wow, thanks! I didn’t even know it fell out.” You smiled in gratitude and took your book from him, placing it back into your bag.
Gladiolus continued to drink in your lovely aura as if you were one of the mojitos he had ordered earlier. He desperately wanted to order one for you now, sit with you as you watched the ships come in and out of port, and-
“Well, have a great rest of your night.” You said, feeling viscous under his dazed expression. As you turned to leave he seemed to snap out of his daydream.
“You have impeccable taste.” He added with a boyish grin that softened the chiseled roadways of his face. You quirked a brow, unsure of if you had to deal with yet another cheesy pick up line today.
“The book.” He clarified. He leaned against the railing and you tried to avoid lingering your gaze on his toned torso.
“You like this book too?” Your jaw went slack and your question was posed with more of a scoff than you would have liked.
“Like it? It’s one of my all-time favorites.” Gladiolus beamed, causing his dimples to come out of hiding. You giggled and he swore it made the water that lapped at the support beams sing.
“What’s so funny?” He huffed half-heartedly. Rejection brewed in the deepest part of his confidence.
“Nothing!” Your genuine smile quickly flushed away his doubt. “It’s just that-don’t take this the wrong way-I wouldn’t peg you for someone whose favorite book is a young adult fantasy romance.”
Your plush cheeks flushed the shade of the sunset and Gladiolus longed to know what they felt like against his gentle palms.
“Well, never judge a book by its cover.” His smile mimicked the rising crescent in the sky as the two of you continued to talk over the sun handing over the day to the moon.
