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ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST
listen im a fucking whore for angst dont @ me. i like fluff but my favorite fluff is fluff after angst
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Since Lightning lived in the New World, her life had changed only partially. She no longer had to save the world, but she had chosen to continue to work as a soldier or a bodyguard. And, of course, she did an outstanding job in every situation. This is also the reason why her boss one day came to Lightning to submit her a new order. And he knew that she would not be particularly impressed. She was to become the new bodyguard of the prince of Insomnia. But everyone knew that the pink haired was not overly impressed by the prince. Although they have never met, Lightning has heard enough of him not to really like him. Even though she knew that what was heard was not always true. And she herself suffered from such prejudices in the Old World. Whatever she had against it, she could not do anything. Thus came the day that she was brought to the palace and met the prince for the first time. Lightning knelt before him and the king, bowed, and pronounced her name out loud and clear. “My King, my Prince... My full name is Claire Lightning Farron, but as a soldier I am only Lightning.” @sleepinginsomnian
“There’s a festival this weekend. Want to check it out?”
sleepinginsomnian answered Prompto: Here
“You mean sneak away? For an entire weekend?” Noctis grinned. He’d been somewhat distracted by his phone, but Prompto’s announcement had suddenly caught his attention. “Now that you mention it…” He rolled halfway across the bed to grab an envelope from his nightstand, before tossing it in Prompto’s direction. The envelope contained exclusive resort package tickets to the annual chocobo moogle carnival that he’d purchased in secret several weeks ago. “I probably should have given you this sooner.” He chuckled softly, leaning over his boyfriend’s shoulder to watch his reaction. “You like chocobos right?”
Prompto look over at the other, sitting on the edge of his side, he brings a hand on the sheets and turns a bit. “Well, yeah...I mean, I doubt your old man, more so Ignis would like you going out with me after what happened at the Club...But, it will be so fun and romantic, and, how often did we get chances like these?” How often did he get chances like these? “Hey, I even saved some money for some ticket, huh?” Catching the mail he holds it up and stares. “What’s this?...” Looking up at the Prince for a moment he than looks down at the mail.
Opening it as Noctis speaks, he pulls out to resort package tickets, too... “Congrats and thank you for your purchase...you received...two exclusive resort, PACKAGE TICKETS TO THE ANNUAL CHOCOBO MOOGLE CARNIVAL?!” No way! Prompto turns to Noctis, eyes wide and mouth agape. “No way, seriously?! Is this for us?!” A huge smile grows as he beams at his boy friend and practically squealing and hug attacks him. “LIKE HELL I DO! I FRICKEN ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE ONE! YOU KNOW THAT!”
Squeezing his lover Prompto cries and laughs from shock and bliss. “Thank you Noctis! THANK YOU SO MUCH! THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER GOTTEN IN MY LIFE!” He got to go to the one festival he always wanted to go to, and with his boy friend. Moving the blond gives the Prince a deep passionate kiss before pulling away and cuddles. “Thank you so much Noctis! You’re the best friend and boyfriend anyone could ask for! Thank you! I love you so much, thank you Noct!”
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Prompto just sat on the edge of the bed, turned to his friend’s direction and watched him hug his pillow without any intention of letting go. To be honest, the blond haired one didn’t really mind it but guess he had to comment on it because Noctis had been extra playful about it.
“Come on, Noct!” The gunner pouted, obviously not going to touch the motel’s flat pillows. As the other male turned his back on him with the said comfy pillow clutched to his chest Prompto crawled over towards him. He wasn’t planning to tackle him or take it away from him, but roll past him in an attempt to end up on the other side in order to face him. “At least share it with me.” He added while just lying there on his side and pretty much did nothing.
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Prompto felt nothing. He didn’t remember what had happened in the previous hours, but he felt empty. Prompto was still his name, but he couldn’t connect other things to that name. He only knew he needed to wait for the Prince - Noctis was his name, wasn’t it ? - to come and look for him. He didn’t really understand why the Prince would look for him though. But Ardyn had laughed a lot when he had tell him to wait for him. The Prince would be devastated, as Ardyn had said. His mission wasn’t to kill him or anything; he only needed to wait for him, and to talk to him once he’d be there... and he didn’t understand why that was the case. His main goal was usually to kill, after all.
When he heard footsteps, Prompto slowly looked in their directions.
sleepinginsomnian replied to your post “[[MOR] //I wonder if I should return, I feel like I just be annoying...”
You should! *puppy eyes*
//*Looks at you from my hole.*...
Promptis
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you...
Who asks the other on dates: PromptoWho is the bigger cuddler: PromptoWho initiates holding hands more often: Noctis (Prompto to shy too.)Who remembers anniversaries: BothWho is more possessive: Noctis Who gets more jealous: PromptoWho is more protective: NoctisWho is more likely to cheat: NeitherWho initiates sexy times the most: BothWho dislikes PDA the most: NoctisWho kills the spider: IgnisWho asks the the other to marry them: Noctis (Prompto doesn’t think he deserves him)Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Noctis buys flowers, Prompto buys whatever. Who would bring up possibly having kids: PromptoWho is more nervous to meet the parents: PROMPTOWho sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: NoctisWho tries to make up first after arguments: Prompto (puppy boy)Who tells the other they love them more often: Prompto (Once things gets going)
♃:Your muse does something dumb and mine feels second-hand embarrassment.
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Noctis wasn’t sure exactly how much either of them had had to drink that night, but the fact that Prompto was giggling, slurring, and clinging to his arm was a clear indicator that his friend had downed one too many. He’d spent the last half hour or so making sure the tipsy blond didn’t either trip over his own feet or end up on a viral video somewhere. The final straw, however, was being dragged across the floor of a club they weren’t even supposed to be at, then watching his best friend proceed to climb onto the table, motioning for him to follow. “Are you? Are you serious right now?” The prince, now bright red from the embarrassment, glared at Prompto, keeping half a mind to yank him down from the table himself and carry him out to the car before they became the next headline of Lucis.
Prompto could say the same, but he was having a blast. Finals were finally over, and he could take a break from homework and studying to the point he swears some of his hairs are white from stress and lack of sleep. He and Noctis got out to celebrate, and soon they both started to drink it down like no tomorrow, or at least he was. Soon he was drunk and happy with no care in the world, and man did he love it. Got even better when he pulled his friend to a club and started to dance to a table and got on it, wanting his friend to join him.
“Aw, come on Noct, we almost never have this much fun, if ever!” The blond waves and motions to his friend and pouts. “Your not chicken are you? Not going to let your friend dance by himself, are you?” With a teasing smirk, he start to undo his already loose tie with one hand, and his other hand starts to undo his top button shirt. If Noctis wasn’t going to join, he will do it anyway, for some more drinks and maybe if lucky, a flush Noctis.