They shouldnât be doing this.
He definitely shouldnât be doing this.
But when Noctisâ eyes hover on Prompto's lips for a split second too long at the end of the night, Prompto wants to give him an answer to this unspoken question.
Or: Prompto takes a chance on life's shouldn'ts.
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There were plenty of proposals for what to do about this infant.
Proposals to study it. Poke and prod at it. No better than the environment it was taken from.
Proposals to use it as leverage; a state secret of the Empire to bend the tides of war.
Proposals to terminate it. Kill the unknown risk altogether.
Or: Regis' love for his son leads him to take a risk to his kingdom; allowing a baby boy from a Niflheim laboratory have a chance at a normal life in the Crown City.
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This started with the thought of "the only reason Prompto is alive is because Reggie had a son around the same age" and morphed into the vibes of the poem Good Bones by Maggie Smith.
Kind of a prequel to Wayward (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43546924)
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HBDFFXV! Cheers to a game that lives in my head rent free.
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Happy 7th anniversary to the best boys đ©”
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âThe four of us around a campfire. How long has it been?â
â⊠An eternity.â
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Cindy was a mechanic.
Prompto was supposed to be a Magitek machine.
He bites his lip. Itâs enough to taste the faint copper of blood. He treads along the edge of considering revealing more about himself than he ever intended on this brief stay at Hammerhead.
Or: When Prompto tries to give Ignis some space during the Long Night, he winds up in Hammerhead with a familiar blonde mechanic.
Story of a slice-of-life collection about the developing friendship of Argentum and Aurum, bonding over broken machines and their own broken pieces, during the World of Ruin.
WIP!! â ïž updates are up this week!
Chapter 4: Radiator Leaks Summaryâ
Radiator leaks are almost always caused by corrosion, though they can also be caused by poor maintenance, manufacturing defects, or poor-quality engine fluids. The Argentum family's love and trust have long since rusted out.
Or: Prompto ruminates about his origins and his adoptive family.
Chapter 5: Shock Absorbers Summaryâ
Shock absorbers are the suspension system in your car that helps stabilize it while you drive; you get a smooth ride and youâre not bouncing around every time you hit a bump or dip.
Or: Familiar faces meet once again. Aranea delivers her brand of tough love. Cindy has a realization.
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Hadn't they suffered alone enough? Hadn't they both stitched wounds, grieved over fallen comrades, and isolated in silence in a bid to shove all the bad stuff into a âdeal with it laterâ pile?
Didnât they both deserve to feel something, other than pain, if only for a moment?
Or: Gladiolus is having a hard time with failing expectations in his role as Shield. Prompto thinks about their similarities and differences; concluding that they could both use a break.
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Summary:
âYou knowâŠyou donât have to go on the boat tomorrow.â
Or: Before shipping off to Altissian waters, Noctis reminds Prompto that he has the freedom to choose his own path.
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I just like these boys up on tall buildings, talking about their feelings đ
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âBlondie doesnât seem to be making progress.â
Noctis looks over to his best friend, fidgeting and beet red in the face. This flustered look is reserved for seemingly every woman that speaks to Prompto.
âYeah, Promâs got no game.â
Or: A "4+1" style story about how Prompto develops crushes like he develops freckles in the sun, but doesnât have any game to do anything about it.
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Noctis puts his own hand across his chest in reverence to the three that sacrificed so much. Another decade wouldnât be enough time to tell them how much he loves them all. How much their loyalty meant to him in the darkest days. Heâs going to make this world a better place. Heâs going to make it so they donât have to suffer any more time in this Long Night. He implicitly trusts theyâll positively shape the new Dawn. Theyâll pick up where he leaves off tonight. Of course they will. Theyâre the best.
Or:
Approaching headfirst to the inevitable end, Noctis shares a moment with each of his friends.
Yes itâs sad boi hours x let them hug and have some closure dammit đ
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Prompto could think of a thousand different ways to describe Noct, but wayward isn't one of them.
For Regisâ part, he just wishes this path wasnât his sonâs destiny.
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Two lonely boys realize how nice it is to have a friend.
Or: A series of moments focused on the evolving kinds of love between best friends: as peers, as a teenaged crush, as âsomething moreâ than what it started as.
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âAnything else?â Noctis asks as if he didnât just get finished validating Prompto to Eosâ moon and back. As if he knows, of course, Prompto has more to say tonight on this rooftop.
Or: After a heart-to-heart conversation on the rooftop, Prompto reveals a closely guarded secret.
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Itâs been a rough year.
A rough couple of years, but 2022 took the metaphorical cake.
When my grandfather died in September, two days before his birthday, it was the sour cherry on top of a bitter year that started with my grandmother overdosing him on morphine, kickstarting getting them moved into a care facility, and downsizing 60+ years of accumulated stuff at their lifetime residence; including 7 out buildings filled with stuff. Stuff on stuff on stuff.
I couldnât sleep the night he died and stayed up writing his obituary. He was the closest thing to a father figure in my life. I wrote and I thought about the man who was a role model to me and to his community. I wrote and I cried. I wrote and wrote until it was 5 AM.
I donât fancy myself a writer. I canât think of a time that Iâve ever written for fun or pleasure or for the joy or sadness or emotion of it. Itâs always been for a school assignment or for a work report. But there was a moment where it clicked for me, watching my sister, mom, and aunt reading what I wrote. A tribute to a man larger than life itself.
Obituaries serve a purpose though. It wasnât enough to get out everything I was thinking and feeling. I wrote this poem. Didnât show it to anyone I know. Writing it both did and didnât really help me feel better.
I ended up writing fan fiction, for the first time in my life, around comfort characters that got me though the prior pandemic years.
Anywho, now Iâm on Tumblr. Venting to the void. Trying to find some minor comfort in new hobbies and interests along the way.
Cheers, void! â€ïž
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