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It was an important duty that rested on Ignis’ shoulders and occasionally, he wondered what would happen to the other three should anything untoward happen to him. That thought was usually quickly dismissed as being far too morbid to contemplate; part of his role was to keep their spirits lifted, so to let his own sink would be a dereliction. The quests the group took on often appeared futile on the surface, but ever the pragmatist, Ignis recognised their importance. Helping people, making someone else’s life that little bit easier or aiding in the pursuit of knowledge, as in the case of the professor, was never a wasted effort. Additionally, these peculiar little endeavours brought the four of them even closer together.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I added a little twist to it. A touch of turmeric, cinnamon and ginger to help clear out your sinuses. Not too much, though. I wouldn’t want it to be overpowering. We’ll get you on the road to recovery in no time at all.” In spite of that authoritative tone, Ignis was also capable of a gentler, soothing voice, which he used now. While he would never go as far as to baby Prompto, there is something about the youngster that enhances Ignis’ nurturing side.

“Why don’t you have a nap after you’ve finished that? By the time you wake up again, I’ll have some broth made. I think we could all benefit from that.” With a tender ruffle of Prompto’s hair, Ignis took a step backwards, then paused. “Do you have enough blankets? Can I fetch you some tissues?”

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         “Wanna help me prank Ignis?” They were spending the night in Hammerhead and it hadn’t been long since they had dinner, but Ignis was over at the store stocking up for the morning. Sitting outside the caravan, Noct was getting pretty bored of phone games.

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A flicker of shock danced across Myde’s features for just a brief moment, surprised to find for once in his life someone had dared to believe him without question. That was unexpected. Though, before Prompto was given chance to catch on, a sly smirk curled the corners of the Nocturne’s lips. “Oh, yeah. Definitely.” A cross of his arms and a sagely nod, he continued. “He’ll turn your arms and legs to jelly...like an octopus!” 

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It hadn’t been the plan, sure. They’d been good so far, not slinking off to do whatever it was they wished for the time that they’d been wandering around in the wilds of Lucis. They’d been good and that was really all that mattered at the moment, right? So when Prompto had suggested that they go take pictures, he’d been all too pleased to agree, intentionally stretching just a bit more than usual. Part of it was so that he could just genuinely stretch, because he was up so much earlier than he was normally and also because he just wanted to tease the blonde a bit. And while the feeling of his hands on his hips and on his stomach had him rasping a small breath, he honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Any and all clothes didn’t last long after he had Prompto’s voice in his ear. His hands were trying to take off the damn jacket and pull the tank top off his body before his hands were slapped away in favor of the same being done to him. He wasn’t entirely sure when it was that he’d lost everything else and been shoved none to gently against the rock and being driven insane. It hadn’t lasted long, but every harsh movement of his fingers had him bucking and moaning loud enough to echo off their surroundings. He’d had enough mental capacity left despite the overwhelming pleasure to respond with a way to make sure he didn’t get hurt.

It was any wonder that just a small amount of snow would work so well, more than enough to have him panting and rolling hips back against the blonde. It’d only worked for a little while, before hands came to his hips to stop the slightly movement, getting a sudden and violent thrust that had knees buckling underneath him. He wasn’t glass, and with the way he was being thoroughly fucked by this man, if he had been he’d have broken a long time ago. No, right now he had one hand on the rock to keep himself from loosing it and falling forward, and the other on Prompto’s hip. It was the silent communication that he wanted more, everything that Prompto would give him.

“Oh, god. Prom... H-harder please. Six, please ju-- ahh!” His head flew back as Prompto hit his prostate, shaking violently and moaning loudly enough to draw attention. That didn’t much matter to him, only wanting this sensation of Prompto trying to rip him in half to never end. “M-more, more. Fuck...”

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Standing guard and mostly looking pretty when he remembers to forget to  time his oven , so he utters a soft shit. 

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▲ five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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{♔}  — Sora supposed he should’ve been more surprised the first time it happened, the first time the thought popped into his head. Nothing preceded it; there was no train of thought. One moment the duo were chatting aimlessly with milkshakes between them—neither could decide on a flavour so got two to share—and the next Sora was rendered speechless for a moment. Not that Prompto noticed, of course; the blonde was far too busy rambling about his latest trials and tribulations.

              Sora smiled to himself as he sipped the milkshake. It wasn’t such a bad thought, he supposed.

              The next time was somewhat more expected considering that situation in which it arose. Sora was adamant that he could outsprint Prompto. Sure, the guy had more practice in general but Sora had practically grown up on a beach; running on sand was a whole new level. They were almost nose to nose in their posturing. Sora could count almost every freckle scattered along the blonde’s cheeks. It would’ve been so easy to lean forwards those extra couple of inches.

              Instead, he took off at full speed, grinning at Prompto’s yelp and cries of cheating and not fair.

              The third time he wasn’t even around the blonde. Their friendship born from likeness and a mutual energy had developed further into something more intimate, more serious, where they could call the other at odd times and unload without fear. Sora stared at his phone screen, watching the minutes tick by until the screen eventually clicked to black. Would he have called Prompto if it hadn’t been for the time zones? He should be asleep by now, shouldn’t he? Sora didn’t want to wake him for something so silly. He could check on him in the morning; he was sure he was fine right now—he’d have told Sora otherwise. It was times like this he wished they lived closer, so he could be there to kiss the other’s forehead and tell him everything would be okay in person.

              He almost did it the next time. He was moments from it. Prompto had been fiddling with the settings on his camera, entirely engrossed in his task. Sora left him to it, not even pretending to understand the device. Instead, he stood to the side and watched as Prompto scrunched his nose, brows furrowing in frustration as a sigh left him. His eyes lit up suddenly, expression slackening before forming a grin of satisfaction. He raised the camera to his eye, only to find Sora smiling already. When asked about the cause of his smile, Sora simply replied nothing.

              They were up until sunrise when the thought occurred to Sora once more. It was becoming more common, making its place in his head with no intention of leaving, yet it remained unacted upon. The pair lay sprawled about Prompto’s small couch, the television playing the menu screen of the movie they’d finished hours ago. Sora had a large, ostentatious room waiting for him at the hotel but he knew where he’d rather be. Fatigue caught up with him as their conversation came to a lull. He gave a noise of contentment as he felt kiss pressed to his hair and a quiet murmur of goodnight from the other. He was drifting off before he could conjure the thought of returning the sentiment.

              Chocobos were involved when it finally happened, to the surprise of no one. Prompto had finally fulfilled his promise made so long ago Sora couldn’t remember the exact conversation, and had taken him to see chocobos in real life. He could only gasp upon finally seeing them; they weren’t native to his homeland and his excursions to this Kingdom rarely involved ranch visits. Prompto stood beside him with a matching grin, evidently delighted that his enthusiasm for the animals was being rivalled.

              Sora turned to him and pushed himself up onto his toes. He had only enough time to register Prompto’s eyes widen in surprise before he pressed his lips to the blonde’s, his kiss sweet yet short. His grin returned once again as he settled back down and turned to the chocobos, gesturing for Prompto to follow him as he rushed over to pet them. Prompto didn’t take long to join him.

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Slender fingers ran through black locks as she scanned the surrounding area. She leaned against the wall behind her and a soft sigh escaped her. Blue eyes shut for a moment before she pushed herself off the wall and made her way into the store.

“Gotta get ingredients...can’t make these curatives otherwise.”

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[ text; ] what would happen if i just, like, downed seven five-hour energies. does that equal 35 hours of energy

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[text: prom] i think you’d either like die or ascend             to another plane of existence[text: prom] idk maybe both actually[text: prom] do it and find out !!