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You’re The Boss (PromptoXOC) NSFW

Word Count: 10,064

Warning: Rough sex, language and Dom!Prom.

Song: Easy by Sky Ferreira.

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Part II

“Bye, guys! Come again!”

A young man waved a couple goodbye as they exited the tea shop. Pulling his apron over his face to wipe what felt like a pool of sweat from his blonde brow.

Prompto Argentum was a 20 year old photography student that attended Crown City University. Despite being an average student in highschool, Prompto got in on a full scholarship thanks to a certain best friend putting in a royal favor. Full paid tuition, books, the whole deal. Although, even if your best friend is the Prince of Lucis, you still need to eat…and rent needed to be paid.

About a year ago, the young plebe applied to this hole in the wall tea shop at a dead end road in uptown. As soon as he walked in, he caught the attention of every female in the cafe. His unruly blonde locks were the first thing they noticed before his freckle dusted cheeks and pearly white goofy grin behind a pair of cherry red cat lips. His tight black t-shirt plastered against his lean muscular build with his grey skinny jeans that curved perfectly over his ass. His lighthearted voice that was as warm and crisp as a light campfire and those big…beautiful cerulean eyes. Like the ocean glistening against the sunlight.

Astrals above! He was gorgeous!

It was like sunshine itself had walked into the cafe that day. All the girls practically begged for him to work there eliminating any reason for an interview. The ladies adored his charm, and he exhibited a rapport with the guys. Prompto Argentum was everyone’s favorite.

As time went on, people came and went. Friendships were made and lost and after 8 months, Prompto was promoted to assistant manager of the cafe which was great for business, but not so much for Prompto. Managing time between classes, his friends, his hobby and sleep was difficult, but the pay was nice.

The only real issue with it was that Prompto didn’t have a car. Sure, generally walking wasn’t so bad. He could admire his surroundings along the way with his trusty camera and from work to home was only about 15 minutes. However, from home to school was about a 45 minute trek on a good day and there weren’t many of those.

A few months ago, the university built a small hangout for students. It was a small cafe that served food, coffee, tea, you name it and they were always hiring. Prompto contemplated moving on campus for a while. Tuition was already paid for, he wouldn’t have to worry about rent, it would be easier for him to save up for a car and he could focus more on his photography than he was usually able to nowadays. It was pretty much the perfect package. There was only one thing keeping him here….

*door chime*

“Heeeeyyyyyyyyy!!!”

Her.

A lightly accented voice, as pure and sensual as a the hum of a viola, rang through the man’s pierced ears before he looked over his apron to view her.

“Hey, Muerlin!”

Various customers, as well as the working associates, greeted the shoulder shimmying girl as she shuffled past the tables toward the counter.

Muerlinian Zephyr. The 20 year old punk rock foreign exchange student from Tenebrae. She attended Crown City University on a full scholarship, a friendly favor from the Tenebraen princess, Lady Lunafreya, her older sister, no less. She was an artist and was currently studying various cultural techniques for painting. Her prime focus was finger painting, which wasn’t taken too seriously among most, although her work, even compared the more exceptional brush work, was among the finest Prompto had ever seen and out of the 10 student pieces hanging in the university’s art gallery, 5 of them were hers.

Although they attended the same school, they had never met in person until Prompto’s first day of training as assistant manager.

It was a rather nice day. The sun was out, there were no clouds. Prompto had just nailed this super complicated photography project that he had been working on for over a month. A+. There was almost no foot traffic on his way to work and it wasn’t 9,000 degrees outside. Took him 30 minutes on the dot sparing him about 25 minutes to chill before his supervisor showed up. Added bonus: they were playing one of his favorite songs and he showed up just as it started. Prompto proceeded to lightly hum the tune to himself as he put on his apron.

"I know it sounds funny, but I just can’t stand the pain. And I’m leavin’ you tomorrow. Seems to me, girl, y’know I’ve done all I can. Y’see, I begged, stole, and I borrowed“.

The blonde lightly swayed to the music as it built up to the chorus.

”That’s why I’m easy“.

He suddenly stopped. A soft, delicate accented voice cut through his concentration like a knife.

What the-

He jolted his view upward to locate the source.

”I’m easy like Sunday mornin’“.

…And that was the first time he saw her. Standing behind the bar getting hot water from the filter to make her tea.

”That’s why I’m eeeeeaaaaasy“.

Her voice was rich and feathery like vanilla. Smooth and soothing.

”I’m easy like Sunday moooooorninnn“.

Prompto barely paid any attention to his supervisor for he was constantly distracted by Muerlin’s beauty. He watched her sway to the music, from behind the counter, as she busted tables.

Her silver hair just barely brushing against her shoulders. It was clearly rarely brushed, but was like silk. Her dainty ring coated fingers ran through it with ease as she looped her hair behind her left ear, that was riddled with earrings, exposing her small crystal gauge. Her bronze skin gleamed in the cafe’s horrible lighting. Her lips were always glossed with a light grey. And her eyes….pure teal. Like a lagoon in some mystical forest covered by her circular lens glasses. It was hard to believe she was real.

“Hey there, Sugar! ‘Bout time you got here!”, Cindy Aurum, another associate and one of Muerlin’s friend, greeted.

“Sorry, I know I’m late. Traffic was absolute shit today. Y'know how it is”.

“Well, now that yer here, we can start makin’ some real money”.

Muerlin giggled as she approached the counter. “What? Prom’s not enough for that anymore?”

The young man chuckled and scartched the back of his head. “C’mon, I only made 1,500 gil”.

“Yeah! This segment! I’m over here makin’ 200 at best!”

“Wow, Prom”, the girl leaned over the counter toward the blonde, “you must be brewing up something other than tea”.

His cheeks lightly flushed at her comment. She giggled at his expression.

“I’m just kidding”, she said hoping over the counter to head toward the back.

“Gods Almighty, girl! Are you wearing anything under that “cocktail dress” o’ yers?!“

Prompto raised an eyebrow at Cindy’s question.

Cocktail dress…?

Looking over, he noticed it wasn’t a cocktail dress rather than a slightly wrinkled long sleeve navy blue button up shirt, that was probably 3 sizes too big for her, with grey undertones rising from the bottom. The sleeves looked like they were just slightly rolled up to uncover her hands, but they covered just enough so her ring covered fingers would be exposed. The button of the shirt was unbuttoned.

"What? I’m wearing shorts! See?“

Muerlin lifted her shirt and showed Cindy her lace black shorts.

Muerlin wasn’t a fan of pants unless they consisted of shorts and leggings. She claimed that she needed to be able to “bust a move” at a moment’s notice if anyone ever asked why before proceeding to perform some random dance to demonstrate her point receiving nothing less than a hearty giggle from anyone who happened to witness it. If Prompto was lucky enough to be working when she had on shorts, he’d get a glimpse of the crystal stain glass lotus tattoo that took up 90% of her upper thigh. The blonde would become lightheaded at the sudden blood rush to his head…..and not the one on his shoulders.

Luckily, today was one of those days.

Unfortunately, when Muerlin lifted the unbuttoned bottom of her shirt, she briefly exposed her crystal belly button ring along with the stain glass mandala that circled it. Noticing a sudden tightness in his jeans, Prompto swiftly averted his attention to her apron under the counter and crouched down proceeding to grab it.

“Don’t you think that shirt’s a liiiiittle too big for you?”

Prompto tried really hard to seem normal, and it worked.

“Too big? Shoot, I think she looks mighty purdy. ‘Cept one thing…”

Muerlin raised her eyebrow to her button nosed blonde friend.

“I know!”

Cindy shouted before she unbuttoned the first 3 buttons of Muerlin’s shirt slightly revealing her cleavage. Prompto lightly bit his lip as he witnessed the interaction.

“There! That’s much better. You looked like you were near ‘bout to choke to death. Ain’t no needa hide that bouncy bosom o’ yers. Gotta let the girls breathe!”

“Like you?, Muerlin chuckled at her friend.

“Precisely. Ain’t no shame in flauntin’ the goods, y’know? Why, ya prolly even got a young tiger like Prompto here ready to pounce”.

Like you wouldn’t believe.

Muerlin turned her gaze toward the tall blonde, he immediately shifted his gaze to meet hers, removed from his trance. Cindy giggles.

“Huh??”

Muerlin chuckled lightly. “No, he’s definitely looking at you”. She grabbed her apron from him before heading toward the back. “I’m gonna make some more samples!” The silver haired girl shouted from the back room in her usual cheerful tone.

“Okay, sugar!”

“Rather crude…don’t you think?”

A light chill rushed up Prompto’s spin as he turned around to see Loqi Tummelt, one of his other associates let alone his least favorite, lightly glaring at him.

“What?”

“Is that how you “woo” all your women, Argentum?

“Ugh”, Cindy grimaced at Loqi’s comment, “what’re you yappin’ ‘bout now?”

Hearing the commotion, Muerlin silently approaches behind her friend and her boss. Loqi, noticing Muerlin, smiles at her presence before hopping over the counter.

“Anyone who cannot appreciate beauty beyond the skin doesn’t deserve it”, he complimented Muerlin while insulting the plebe.

“And anyone whom is a creep shall be stoned”, Prompto mocked Loqi in a dramatic Shakespearean tone receiving a hearty laugh from Cindy.

Muerlin stifled a laugh by clearing her throat.

“Now, Prom”, Muerlin placed her hands onto her hips and smirked at the tall freckled blonde, “don’t be mean. We’re all family here, right?”

She smiled wide looking point blank at Cindy.

“That’s right!”, Cindy responded wholeheartedly.

“Right! So guys, do me a favor?”, the girl slowly backed up toward the samples she was making in the back room. She snapped her fingers and pointed at the two blonde men. “Don’t kill each other”. She winked at them with a click of her tongue before finally turning and skipping out of sight.

Cindy chuckled at her friend’s suggestion. “Don’t count yer chocobos just yet”, she joked. “And on that note”, Cindy stretched her arms and back, “my work here today is done”. Prompto looked toward the clock. 2:15pm.

Jeez, that’s it?

It had only been 5 hours since they opened and Prompto had been there since 8:30am. It felt like it should’ve been at least 5 and he was going to be there until 10. Uggghhhh…

Cindy removed her apron tossing it under the counter before grabbing her bag. “Ya’ll play nice now or lil’ Muerlin in there will tan yer hide, y’hear?”

Prompto chuckled nervously, “yeah, wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Loqi chuckled at Prompto’s nervous response. “I don’t think I could ever upset the fair Muerlin”.

“Suuuure”, Cindy rolled her eyes at Loqi’s reponse. “Well, bye now!” she waved at the boys as she strolled past the tables and out the door.

“Don’t be a stranger, y’hear?”, Prompto playfully imitated her voice receiving a hearty giggle from the girl.

“Oh, shut it, you!”, Cindy replied with a smile before the door shut behind her. Prompto smiled lightly as Cindy disappeared from sight.

“It’s rude to stare, Argentum”.

Prompto’s smile faded as his tranquil manner was interrupted by his associate. His slimy voice genuinely gave Prompto a headache. He wasn’t really one to hate anybody, but he REALLY couldn’t stand Loqi. He always felt a need to get under Prompto’s skin on anything and everything he possibly could which to anyone else, it would seem rather stupid to intentionally piss off the boss, but Prompto was pretty sure he couldn’t fire someone just for being annoying. Still…

He had a remarkably punchable face.

“Loqi, do you really have room to talk?”

“What?”, the irritating blond retorted in offense.

“I mean, you stare at Muerlin just as much as any other guy that comes in here. And, for some reason, you think she likes the creepy poetry”.

“Hmph…because you’re a real class act yourself, Argentum”, Loqi chuckled sarcastically.

“Hey, never said that I was. Actually I know I’m not…I’m just sayin’ that you don’t need to try so hard just to tell her she’s pretty”.

Loqi paused for a moment before lightly chuckling at his superior. “Green is not a good color on you, Argentum”. He turned toward the bar to start making his tea.

A confused Prompto forwarded his brow at his associate. "What?“

"I’d stick to black…it’s more slenderizing anyway”.

Did this smug motherfucker just imply that he was jealous??? Of him?! Prompto scoffed.

Please.

His eyes shifted to Muerlin as she emerged from the back room with four pitchers in hand. She playfully stuck her tongue at the blonde and crossed her eyes as she walked by emitting a chuckle from his lips.

She was so silly…and adorable…and…his.

He couldn’t help, but stare at those bronze thighs as she strutted by a group of frat guys sitting at a table. Much to Prompto’s dismay, they were admiring them just as much as he was….maybe a little too much….DEFINITELY too much.

And Muerlin was far too nice to tell them to fuck off.

The way they perused her body, undressing her with wandering, lustful eyes. Like they wanted to just tear her out of her clothes and rail her on the table themselves. I mean….he wanted the same, but that’s all they wanted. They didn’t know her like he did and they didn’t care. They wanted her for nothing more than their beds.

How dare they?

She deserved more than that. She WAS more than that. She deserved someone who truly cared about her….maybe even loved her.

But he could never be that….because she would never want him…and he was her boss.

“Muerlin, my dear”.

Prompto’s eyes darted to the side as Loqi approached Muerlin offering to take one of the pitchers from her hands, she smiling lightly and complied. Prompto scoffed before rolling his eyes, refusing to make eye contact with the young lady gazing upon him from a distance.

“I’m going on break”, the beautiful blonde huffed pulling his apron over his head and retreating to the back room. His usual glow had dimmed.

Muerlin watched him, worry in her eyes, completely ignoring the babbling boy standing beside her.

“Muerlin. Muerlin, did you hear me?”

“Huh?”, she snapped out of it realizing she was still holding the pitchers. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. Thanks, Loqi. Um…I’ll be right back, yeah?” She handed him the pitchers with a light smile before skipping toward the back room.

Peeking around the corner, she noticed her statuesque God of sculpted white chocolate thunder sitting on a wooden crate, his leg crossed over his knee, playing King’s Knight. Though he didn’t look like he was really enjoying himself rather than he was just using his favorite game in attempt to occupy his thoughts.

Look at him.

His arms looked so strong propped up against his leg. His sleeves barely able to hide his toned biceps. Like he could easily pin a body against the wall…or throw someone on a bed. He was always so cheerful, but the way he stared at his phone. Those forwarded blonde brows, that intense focus…it made her legs quiver.

She remembers the first day she saw him about 4 months ago when she first started the job.

It was so early.

Like waaaay too fucking early.

All her classes were in the afternoon so she wasn’t used to being up at 8am. Muerlin had never met the assistant manager before and at that time, she didn’t really care who they were.

When she walked in, the place was nearly vacant and her boss was currently no where in sight. So she took it upon herself to make a hot black and chai tea to wake her up. She silently slipped to the back room to brew her tea. Noticing the music was off, she switched on the radio and light music flowed through the speaker. Unknowingly alerting her confused boss. He wasn’t expecting anyone for another half hour.

She finally finished brewing her tea. The sweet aroma of hot cinnamon and coconut filled her nostrils. Holding it with both hands to warm her fingers, she shut her eyes as she absorbed the scent filling her tired face.

Turning the corner to return to the counter, she was abruptly halted by a solid figure, startling her enough to fully wake her.

“Agh..!!” the figure hissed slightly.

She opened her eyes to see the tall blonde Prompto standing before her.

Wow….he was really cute.

She blushed lightly at the boy’s light freckled face, his eyes were SOOOOO BLUE. A deep blue like the oceans at night. His hair made….no sense…like a Picasso painting.

Magnificent.

What was wrong with him though? He looked like he was in some sort of pain? His gaze was lowered to his chest, face winced. She lowered her gaze to the giant stain on his red t-shirt.

Her cup was 98% empty and the half that wasn’t splattered across the floor was on HER BOSS’ CHEST.

“Oh, Gods! I’m so sorry!”

Muerlin panicked setting her cup on the bar and lightly flailed with her other hand emitting a light giggle from the blonde.

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t mean to startle you. I wasn’t expecting you until later”.

His eyes twinkled lightly as his gaze softened. He was sincerely sorry, yet HE was the one covered in hot tea.

“What was that? Let me make you another one”, he kindly offered.

“Don’t you worry about that. Come on. I’ve got an extra shirt in my bag”.

She hurried toward the rack in the far back of the room to retrieve her backpack, quietly cursing herself the whole way.

“Muerlin, you bloody idiot. What a brilliant first impression. Fuck me!”

The blonde stifled a chuckle as he listened to her lightly accented swearing as she shuffled through her bag to find the shirt.

“I like to wear rather large shirts for me so I should have something in here that would fit you”, she explained as the man approached.

“There we are!”

She pulled out a short sleeved black v-neck. A rather deep V at that, and turned to hand it to the young man.

She felt her heart hammer against her breast. Her breathing shortened, her skin flushed at the sight of her blonde boss. He had just finished removing his shirt exposing his lean muscular build.

His broad shoulders dusted with light freckles, his solid pectorals and stomach. She squeezed her legs together as hope of getting some relief from her rising heat, before realizing she had been staring for way too long and reverted her gaze to his own. The way he looked at her….he had been staring for quite some time, but not at her body. Not at her exposed cleavage, her legs…but her eyes. He was looking at her.

And she was looking at him…..

For way too long.

She cleared her throat. “Here ya go”. The girl shoved the shirt against the man’s chest. The impact brought him back from his trance.

“Oh, thank you”. He gently took the shirt. “Um…when do you need it back?”

“Keep it”, the girl quickly replied. “Huh? R-really?” The boy seemed confused.

“Yeah, and to make it up to you, I’ll wash this one”. Muerlin replied with a smile. “That way it’ll smell like lavender and vanilla”.

Prompto blushed lightly at her comment….lavender and vanilla. Like her.

“Well, are ya gonna try it on?”

He nodded. “Oh. Yeah”. He stuttered before pulling the shirt over his head. It fit him perfectly. A little too perfectly. Muerlin bit her lip lightly as she watched him straighten himself out.

The blonde giggled. “How do I look?” He asked the girl with his usual goofy grin.

Fuckin’ delicious.

She dramatically fanned herself. “Why, Mr. Argentum, I do declare”, she replied imitating a southern belle.

He chuckled at her comment before joining in on the act. “Now, lil’ lady”, he clutched onto his belt, “what’ll ya have?”

“Chai and black…shaken, not stirred”.

“Gotcha. One ‘Prompto Special’”, comin’ right up”. He snapped his fingers pointing at her and clicked his tongue to his gesture before spinning around to remake her tea.

Her cheeks stung from how much she was smiling. He was so sweet and fun…like a chocobo. She had heard of him at school from the photography students, as well as seeing his pictures in the photo gallery. He was talented. She always assumed it was so easy to take a picture…but to do it well. That was a skill.

A moment later, he returned with her drink handing it to her with a dramatic bow. “Malady”.

Muerlin giggled as she retrieved her drink from the boy. “Why thank you, good sir”. She took a sip as he watched waiting for her response.

“Mmmmm…”, she sighed as she lifted her smile from her cup, “that’s so good…much better than I usually make it. Well done, sir”.

“Prompto”.

She raised an eyebrow to him.

“Just….Prompto”.

She lightly blushed, illuminating the light freckles upon her nose.

“Muerlin…..just Muerlin”.

“Nice to meet you…Muerlin”.

4 months later.

After seeing him almost every day, spending hours upon hours with him and she still hasn’t told him what she felt. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about the blonde plebe….it gave her a fuzziness in her stomach, a warmth in her heart…and between her legs.

Ugh…he was her boss, but…why did it feel so…right? Why was it becoming more and more difficult to resist him?

A light chuckle erupted from Prompto’s throat.

“Hashtag: Paw Paw takin’ a nap nap, LOL”, Prompto lightheartedly imitate Cindy’s southern twang.

Most importantly….what made her think she possibly stood a chance against her cute button nosed friend?

They had so much more in common…not like a lowly punk from Tenebrae. Hell…it was clearly super easy for Cindy to bring him out of his funk from earlier. She couldn’t possibly have done that.

Besides…he was her boss.

He was Cindy’s too, but she could easily quit here and make a living in Hammerhead. This was all Muerlin had…so she’d never get the chance.

Warm tears emitted from her eyes as she came to her realization. Her light sobs alerted the blonde of her presence completely shifting his attention.

“Muerlin?”

Shit. He can’t see me like this.

She quickly fixed herself up before turning the corner toward him.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”, he stood taking a step toward her.

“Who me? Oh, yeah yeah. Of course”, she replied, obviously trying really hard to keep her cool despite her unknowingly stepping away from him.

He frowned slightly at the action. Was she….trying to run from him?

“…are you sure?”, he asked taking a couple more steps and gently reaching out to her.

“Y..yeah, absolutely”, she turned away from him shuffling further away, “I just….wondering if I could take my break now…grab a bite before, y'know…evening rush?”

“Uh..yeah, sure. I could make you something if you want”, the blonde offered in hopes she would accept.

“No, no…it’s alright”, she smiled sweetly, an obvious void in her eyes.

“…I don’t want to interrupt”, she added in a sigh before grabbing her backpack and exiting the shop.

Interrupt…interrupt what?

Prompto’s eyes filled with worry as he watched her hastily race past the pane windows on the side of the cafe. Agony in her face. Did he do something…?

“Oh, dear”.

Prompto glanced over at Loqi who was looking rather satisfied with the situation.

“What?”, Prompto softly barked at his associate, growing increasingly annoyed.

The bratty boy chuckled at his boss. “You tell me”.

“Tell you what? I didn’t do anything”.

“Oh, of course. Clearly”, he gestured in the direction Muerlin departed to, “nothing”.

Prompto was so close to knocking this douche out on his ass, but refrained at the last second after looking toward the clock. 4pm.

“LADIES AND GENTS, HAPPY HOUR OFFICIALLY STARTS NOW!!! ALL TEA BLENDS WITH THREE OR MORE FLAVORS WILL BE FREE UNTIL 5!!! ENJOY!!!”

Everyone’s hands raised as customers began calling Loqi to their tables to take their orders. Loqi reverted his wide eyed gaze back to his boss who was retreating back to his original post.

“See ya in an hour”, the charming plebe chuckled with a snarky grin and a two finger salute.

The overwhelming panic that Prompto heard in Loqi’s voice was more than enough to bring a smile to his face. He wasn’t sure who was gonna make it out of this stampede, but one thing was for sure, he was certainly going to enjoy the rest of his break.

5'o clock rolls around.

*door chime*

Muerlin raises her eyebrow at a disoriented Loqi who’s draped over the counter, completely exhausted.

“What in the world happened to you?”

Noticing it’s her, he quickly stands and attempts situate himself. “No matter, my dear. Just a small rush”.

Muerlin looks up at the clock and analyzes the overall calmness of the cafe.

“Isn’t it happy hour now? This place is usually packed at this time”.

“Happy hour was a tad early tonight”, the begrimed young man replied in irritated. She stifled a chuckle. Damn. Prompto certainly wasn’t having his shit today.

“Muerlin”.

She shifted her gaze to her boss as he exited the back room, retying his apron. He looked rather pleased to see her behind his worry. Although she was just as happy to see him, she was still feel slightly melancholy from before. He noticed this by the fact that she refused to make eye contact with him.

Loqi, noticing the tension between them, takes the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

“Muerlin, my darling, how about I make you a tea?”

Prompto’s eyebrows forwarded at the associate.

“Sure, Loqi. I’d like that”, she replied with a smile.

“Splendid, how would you like it?”, he asked as he dusted himself off, retreating to the bar. She opened her mouth to answer.

“A chai and black?”, he asked taking the words out of her mouth.

She gave him a look of approval. “Well, someone’s been paying attention”.

“I make it my business to”.

“Well, bravo, sir”, Muerlin lightly applauded him, exaggerating her accent.

“I aim to please”, he smugly glared at Prompto as he pleasantly addressed the girl before retreating to the bar. Prompto watched him as he walked beside him. He was sooooo ready to kick this guy’s ass. He clenched his fist at the associate’s remark about to give in to temptation before….

“Prompto?”

He quickly reverted his gaze back to the girl standing before him, in all her glory. Hearing her speak to him finally was put his anxious mind at ease.

“You okay?”

The worry in her eyes melted his heart. Gods, he wanted to kiss her so bad….and tear her out of that shirt and give her a real happy ending. What the fuck did she see in Loqi? Seriously?! The guy was a fucking tool. Pretty sure he had never even kissed a girl too. Why did he have to be her boss? Why couldn’t he have a car to come see her? Why did Loqi have to fucking exist?

“Fuck me….”, he accidentally whispered out loud.

“Huh?”

His face lit up, bright as a tomato, after he realized his thoughts were coming out of his mouth.

“Uh, nothing. Yeah, all good here”.

He chuckled lightly scratching the back of his head. She knew he was lying. He looked goofier than usual when he was trying to hide something from her and she definitely wasn’t having it.

“Liar”, she retorted. Hands on her hips as she stepped closer to the flustered man.

No. Nonono. What was she doing?

“What’re you trying to hide?”

She stepped closer. He backed up a bit. Her exposed cleavage glistened in the light behind the counter. She looked angry. Gods, she was sexy when she was mad… Prompto had always imagined her punching someone in the face. The thought caused a slight tremor in his jeans.

As he stepped back, Muerlin took another step closer hoping he would give in and tell her what was wrong. She didn’t like when he was upset. It sent her into protective mode…and protective Muerlin didn’t play nice when it came to the happiness of her chocobo.

“N-nothing”, the man stuttered. His voice rasped. She took this as him trying extra hard to keep this from her which fueled her irritation, when in reality he was severely fighting the urge to throw her onto the counter and take her in front of everyone here and she wasn’t making it easy for him in any way. A moment longer and he wouldn’t be able to resist. He was about to fuck the shit out of her in front of the Astrals and everyone.

“Why’re you running from me…?”

She stopped, a light sob choked her words.

He felt his heart shatter at her hurt tone. It was too much. He couldn’t take this anymore. No more waiting. He firmly planted himself in front of her, her eyes widened at the proximity of their bodies.

What….was he mad now?

Her breasts flushed from the heat of his torso. Prompto took a deep breath before he spoke.

“Muerlin, I-”.

“Your tea, malady”, Loqi sprang from nowhere with Muerlin’s beverage startling the two.

“Oh…thanks, Loqi”.

Muerlin smiled as she took her drink.

Unbeknownst to her, a visionally furious Prompto barely rose his fist as he glared at Loqi who only responded with a smug grin.

Self-righteous son of a bitch.

He knew what he was doing. How he was torturing Prompto and he was enjoying it way too much.

“Everything alright, MR. Argentum?” Loqi asked reminding Prompto that he was their boss.

Muerlin shifted her gaze toward the tall blonde. Prompto forced down the flame in his chest, lowering his fist.

“Yeah”, he replied in a defeated tone before retreating into the back exiting out the side door shutting it behind him.

“Prompto?”

Muerlin began to race after him before being gently held back by Loqi.

“Let him go, my dear. Give him some time. He’ll come around”.

“S…sure..yeah. You’re right”.

Muerlin collected herself as best she could as she and Loqi finished out the next few hours of Loqi’s shift while Prompto sat with his back against the door stewing in his agony. He was in love with Muerlin….and he would never have her.

Around 8pm.

Three hours have gone by…and no sign of Prompto.

Every minute felt like an eternity as she sure grew more and more worried about him as another went by. As traffic started to die so did her patience. Her overall cheerful glow dimmed the more she panicked.

Loqi, noticing her frustration from afar, approached the woman behind the counter. Gingerly placing his hand upon hers to cease her trembling.

“My dear…why don’t you leave early with me tonight? It would seem Mr. Argentum is more than occupied with his own grievances”.

This piece of shit…

Muerlin sincerely hoped that she didn’t legitimately roll her eyes at him despite how much she wanted to. She couldn’t just leave him. She wouldn’t.

“No…no, I think I should stay. Someone has to keep an eye on him. Just in case”.

Loqi sighed in slight irritation…and it was fairly obvious to Muerlin. She knew he didn’t like Prompto. He never did, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. None of it did.

All that mattered was Prompto.

“Alright…well, I’ll leave you to it then”, Loqi sighed in disappointment as he began to depart for the night. “But, my dear….remember if you need me, please do not hesitate to call”.

Muerlin smiled sweetly at him while he left, rolling her eyes when he disappeared from sight.

Not even a minute passed before Muerlin heard the back door slam shut, slightly startling her.

“Prompto?”

“Y…yeah?”

She strolled toward the backroom to greet her chocobo, her eyes filled with worry. She looked like she had been through hell these past few hours. He felt a wave of guilt for leaving her alone with that heathen. He gave her an apologetic smile, his beautiful eyes shimmered.

“Uh…why don’t we start cleaning up? You’re here until 9, right?”

“Oh! Yeah…better hop to it”, she giggled. Her cheerful glow returned to that beautiful bronze face as she hoped back toward the front counter. “Well? Ya think I’m gonna clean this whole place up by myself?”

The blonde chuckled at the silver haired girls remark, scratching the back of his head.

“Can’t blame a guy for tryin’”.

“Fuck you”, Muerlin giggled.

She had her Prompto back.

8:45.

The two listened to music together and sang. Muerlin busted the tables, swaying to the music…just like the first day he saw her. She was still just as beautiful and radiant as she was back then. He marveled at the woman he loved…his smile faded. Knowing that she wasn’t his…he couldn’t watch her be for anyone else. It would kill him…more than it already was.

Maybe…it was time for him to accept it. Maybe…moving on campus was what was best…not just for him.

But for her.

Still…he couldn’t just leave her without a goodbye. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt her like that.

“Hey…so…um…I’m thinking of moving to that tea shop on campus”.

Muerlin immediately turned toward the man behind the counter, a slight stunned by his statement.

Was he serious? He couldn’t be….right?

“Y…you’re leaving?”

Muerlin set her rag down on a table, approaching the counter. The closer she got, the more and more real it seemed…yet the more she wished it wasn’t.

“You’re not serious…right?” He couldn’t have been. “Why…?” Her eyes started to fill with tears. “Was it something I said?”

She races behind the counter toward her chocobo. “Something I did? Anything?”

Prompto lightly clutched onto her upper arms to ease her panic as she rushes him.

“No, no, no….it’s…you didn’t do anything wrong”. He reassured the girl.

She looked so soft and vulnerable…like she just needed a warm hug. He wanted to kiss her so badly….to bury his face into her neck. To wrap his arms around her delicate body and…give her something nobody else could. Let alone Loqi.

“…it’s for…y”, he sighed stopping himself. “…the best. I don’t want to burden you any longer…”. He lightly pulled away heading toward the back.

Burden? What?….No, no…not on her watch.

Muerlin bolted toward the back room, to her beloved chocobo. She wasn’t losing him. Not like this. She stormed after him, yanking him to face her before planting a solid, passionate kiss upon his lips.

It was like ecstasy. Heaven.

His eyes fixated on her the whole time. He was paralyzed from her action. His mind raced with lustful thoughts.

After a moment, she abruptly pulled away in panic.

“Oh, my Gods….I am…so sorry. I-I don’t know wh….I”, she stammered staring into her paralyzed boss’ face. He looked enraged…his blue eyes turned black under the shadow of his golden locks. “I….I’ll start cleaning, sir..”, she stuttered beginning to run toward the front of the cafe.

She gasped at the sudden latch on her arm. “Yoink!” Prompto yanked her back to her original position, holding her tightly against his chest.

“Just Prompto”, he growled before he crashed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth, clutching onto her round ass pulling her as close to him as he possibly could.

Finally giving into his advances, Muerlin wraps her arms around Prompto’s neck pressing her body against his in the heat of their kiss. Their tongues danced together as Prompto lifts the girl’s bare thigh holding it tightly against his hip as he grinds his hardened cock against her core, her heat increasing every second of their embrace. She released a soft moan at his touch before he pulls away to nuzzle her smooth skin as he ground her heated core against him rather roughly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long”, the man finally admitted in a breath against her neck. “I’ve waited so long to have you”. He ran her fingers through her silver locks taking in the scent of lilies and lavender…her scent was intoxicating.

His excitement grew more and more at every grind. Her core was hot. His motions stemming from unfathomable desire made her blood boil.

She pulled away from him, emitting a pained glare from the man, before she unbuttoned her shirt letting it fall to the floor. He stared intensely at her perfectly round breasts as they glistened in the light.

“Fuck…”, Prompto exclaimed in a slurred pant.

“Are these what you want…? I’ve seen you stare…”.

Her skin was flushed. He shifted his gaze to those big teal eyes. They were like a kitten’s. So soft and innocent, but harboring danger underneath their crystal clean surface.

“No”, the man approached her slamming his lips against hers once again, “I want you”, he replied between their kisses.

He cupped her soft cheeks into his hands intensifying their kiss. Muerlin broke their kiss for a moment, removing her lace bra for the hungry young man. To which he returned the favor by removing his shirt tossing it on the floor behind him. They paused for moment, taking their time to gaze upon the other’s features before they re-initiated the kiss.

Prompto had Muerlin’s back plastered against the wall and lifted her leg again, grinding his solid cock against her heat as he caresses her thigh. He slowly began to kiss down her neck, nipping at her flesh leaving large bruises. She shrieked at the pain, it filling her body with pleasure. She shivered as his tongue delicately grazed over her wounds before he lowered himself to her chest, abruptly clutching her breasts into his hands. She inhaled sharply as his sweaty palms squeezed her flesh. He bit his lip and glanced at the woman before, without warning, engulfing her nipple into his mouth.

Nibbling and sucking, lapping over the sensitive bud with his wet tongue while he plucked and played with the other with his callused fingers. She whined at his actions, her back arched.

“You like that, baby…?”, the man growled against her flesh.

“Yes”. She keened at the man’s teasing, running her fingers through his silky blonde hair. She couldn’t take all this waiting any longer. She needed him….now.

“Fuck me”, she begged in a pant. Prompto released her nipple as he rose back to his original stance, towering above the woman in front of him.

“Say it again”, he growled. She yanked him against her body by the front of his pants.

“Fuck me, Prompto Argentum”.

He abruptly turned her around so her chest was against the wall, yanking her shorts and panties down before giving her ass a firm slap. She inhaled sharply at the impact. He unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down slightly to free his throbbing cock, lightly stroking it as he examined Muerlin’s body. He marveled at the galaxy tattoo that coated her back. Pressing his body against hers, his cock rubbing against her rear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…”, the boy hissed against her shoulder placing a light kiss upon her trembling flesh. Her body was so warm…so delicate…

He flipped her back over shamming her back against the wall before lifting her, wrapping her legs around him. She inhales sharply at her sudden elevation.

“Prom…”, she releases in a sigh.

“I’ve got you, baby…”, he whispers to his love staring wistfully into her eyes, “I promise”.

As she returns his gaze, Prompto abruptly shoved his solid cock in her heated core. Muerlin released a startled moan at the sudden penetration. Prompto softly exhales as he embraced the warmth of her inner walls as he slowly thrusts against her. His lips ghosting over hers, absorbing her hot breath as she panted and moaned.

“Gods, you’re so tight”, he whispered against her lips quickening his pace, “you feel so good around me, baby”.

As he begins to pound her against the wall, the sound of colliding flesh echoes through the cafe, along with Muerlin’s screams.

“You like feelin’ my cock inside you?”

“Yes”, she loudly panted against his lips.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Gods, yes!”, she clutched onto his face, desperately staring into his eyes.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?”

“YES, IT’S STILL OPEN!”

The door chimed as Cindy strolled in. Muerlin let go of Prompto’s face clasping her hands onto her mouth as Prompto quickly, but gently lowered her to her feet, pulling himself out.

“Hello? Prompto? Y’hear?”

As Prompto checked the time on his phone, he noticed it was 9:15.

“Shit!”, he loudly whispered to himself before turning his attention to the naked woman in front of him. “You didn’t lock the door?”, he whispered.

Muerlin shrugged and made a face. “You distracted me”, she gave him a cute whoops face.

Gods, she was so cute. Prompto chuckled at her lightly and shook his head.

“Yoohoo, Mr. Argentuuuum?”

Remembering Cindy was there, Prompto handed Muerlin her button up shirt and apron. Neglecting to put on her bra, panties and shorts for, she quickly slipped them on and fixed her hair before slipping out behind the counter, conveniently perfectly hidden from her button nosed friend.

“Heeeeeeyyyy!”

“Well, howdy there, Shug”, a surprised Cindy greeted, “didn’t expect to see you here so late. Where’s Prompto?”

“Oh, just takin’ a little break”.

“Mmhm, slackin’”, Cindy joked with a giggle.

“What’re you doing here so late? Thought you left hours ago”.

“I did, but wouldn’t ya'know it? Left my lucky hat under the counter. My hair was fluffin’ up like a chocobo butt. Shoot, I ‘bout looked like Prompto”.

The girls giggled as Muerlin retrieved her hat. Prompto still in the back, peeking around the corner, a clear view of Muerlin’s ass and slit as she leaned against the counter with her legs slightly apart, obviously trying to hide the fact she was mostly naked. He stroked his cock biting his lip. She looks so fucking delicious…and he wanted a taste. The thought tortured him. He craved her…and she was so close. But Cindy….she was right there.

Fuck it…he needed this.

As the girls continued their conversation, Prompto slowly crawled behind the counter, toward Muerlin. As long as Cindy wasn’t leaning over the counter, he wouldn’t be spotted. As he inched his way over to his lover, Muerlin’s thighs tensed slightly once she noticed him in her periphery.

What…is…he….DOING?!

Despite her growing panic, she remained visually calm to her friend. Prompto crawled underneath Muerlin, settling himself between her legs, his face barely an inch away from her core.

Astrals above…it was like a dream…so unreal how beautiful…it begged for his tongue. He needed to taste.

He lightly kissed her folds, sending a light shiver up the woman’s spine, before separating them with his fingers. Muerlin tensed slightly in anticipation for what he was going to do next. Prompto slid his tongue within her swirling it around her ridged walls. Muerlin cleared her throat to cover up the hum that slid from it.

“You alright, Shug?” Cindy asked slightly concerned with the strange sound that her friend just made.

“Yeah, yeah. Loqi just made me a…tea earlier and I think he fucked it up”.

She was trying SO HARD to not look like she was trying SO HARD to be normal as Prompto continued shoving his tongue in and out of her heat. She couldn’t really move nor could she be completely still. Her mind was racing. She began to see stars. It became more and more difficult to hold this conversation with her oblivious friend.

Prompto rose his wandering tongue to her clit sending a shock throughout her body. She jolted upward a bit, slamming her palm on the counter, quickly turning her attention to the window panes.

“OHMYGODS! Look at that puppy!!!”, Muerlin said in a loud growl. Cindy averted her attention to the window. Conveniently, there WAS a dog outside.

“AWW, would ya look at that???”, Cindy cooed at the dog, temporarily distracted. As she turned away for a moment, Muerlin’s eyes crossed slightly as she sank onto the counter.

Prompto’s tongue viciously flicking against her clit, stroking his cock the entire time. Prompto let go of himself to slide two fingers in the woman’s core. She slapped her palm against her mouth as he grazed her g-spot.

Fuck, he found it….

Prompto grinned releasing a quiet mischievous chuckle against her as he continued to flick her clit and began to pump his fingers in and out of her dripping core, grinding his fingers against her walls.

“What a cutie-pie”, Cindy stated toward the dog before returning to her should be Oscar Awarded friend who immediately straightened herself the moment Cindy pivoted to catch her gaze.

“I knooooow, right?” Prompto increased his speed and continued to lavish at Muerlin’s now sore clit, he felt her walls tighten against his fingers. She was nearing the edge, but she was fighting off the will to give in while Cindy was standing right there.

“Y'wanna know something?“

“What’s that?“

“I think young Prompto there likes you”.

Muerlin chuckled lightly, but nervously. “Ya don’t say…"

“Ain’t it obvious? Well…maybe not to you, but I think there’s a lot that’s hiding under the surface of that innocent puppy face”.

“You have no idea”, Muerlin whispered in a breath, her body so close to caving in.

Cindy giggled. "I can’t believe you didn’t snap a pic when you saw him without his shirt on. Bet that was a real eye-popper”.

Muerlin chuckled begging to the Gods to make Cindy leave. She couldn’t take this anymore. She NEEDED to cum.

“Well, I better skedaddle before Paw Paw busts a gasket. Call ya later, ‘kay?”, she waved to her friend as she turned toward the door.

“Sure! Later!“

The door chimed as Cindy exited.

Once she disappears from sight, Muerlin finally releases a loud, built up moan as she cums on her lover’s fingers. He slows his pace easing her from her release as she starts to fall to the floor. He quickly stands scooping her up in his arms chuckling to himself as he carries her to the back.

"Damn…you held out pretty well, little girl”.

“Fuck you”, she panted.

He laughed at her exhausted retort before sitting her in the back room chair. She lifted her head, glaring at him as he examined his fingers, covered in her essence before he places them in front of her lips. She takes them in her mouth licking them clean.

“That’s a good girl…”, Prompto cooed at her.

He pulls his fingers from her mouth placing a kiss on the top of her head before the cafe phone starts to ring. He checks the time on his phone. 9:35.

“Probably Six”.

Prompto’s supervisor, Six, always called for daily analysis. She was like everyone’s mom, but not as strict and didn’t get mad if you swore. Plus, she’d always bring some sort of sweet for everyone working that day whenever she’d show up.

“Take a break…I’ll be right back”.

He retreated toward the phone, answering.

“Yyyyyellow”.

Muerlin giggled at her chocobo.

“Hey, Six”, she spoke for a bit as he grabbed the daily report sheet. “Yeah, we had a good day today”.

“What?”

“Yeah, Loqi was a pain in the ass today, but he handled Happy Hour so….”

Prompto chuckled, “Yeah, we can’t fire him now”.

“Muerlin?”

He gazed up toward his lover whom was staring at him wistfully. “Yeah…she did great today…turned a bunch of heads”, he chuckled. His eyes widened at Six’s response, his freckled cheeks illuminated as his skin flushed. He scratched his head and chuckled. “Yeah…even mine…”.

Aww, he was embarrassed. Poor thing. He looked so vulnerable and sweet….just like she did at the counter with Cindy.

Muerlin’s head lowered slightly, regaining her stamina from her little break, shooting a sensual glare at the blonde. She sunk from her chair onto all fours and began crawling toward him.

Oh, no…what’s she doing?

Despite his nervousy, he bit his lip in anticipation remembering his cock was still out and rock hard.

“Uh…y-yeah..I’m here. Sorry…was…uh..little distracted”.

Muerlin giggled seductively once she finally reached him, taking his cock into her hand.

Prompto gasped at her touch, staring at the silver haired woman, his eyes full of lust.

“You alright, sweetie?”, Muerlin heard Six through the phone.

She raised an eyebrow at him, slightly teasing him.

“Yeah..yeah, I just had a random chill”, he leaned against the wall clutching onto the edge of the bar as Muerlin gently circling her thumb against his tip, dampening her fingers with his pre-cum.

His shut his eyes, his breathing heavied slightly, as Six continued asking him about how the day went. She slowly started stroking his shaft. Prompto pulled the phone away putting it on speaker to avoid potential suspicion from Six.

He gazed at his beloved Muerlin, the lust in her eyes piercing into him like lasers. It was driving him mad.

“So…I noticed you and Muerlin are quite the team, huh? Everybody’s favorite. Barely getting any customers for Cindy and Loqi”.

“Yeah…it’s all her…she’s…fuckin’ perfect”, he softly replied beginning to calm down from her delicate touch.

Ooooh, no. We’re not having that.

She wanted to drive him to his knees, like he did to her. He was going to pay.

Without any warning, Muerlin engulfed Prompto’s cock into her mouth emitting a loud grunt from his throat, startling Six.

“Prompto?! What happened?”

“Nothing! Nothing…I fell”, Prompto quickly reponsed with a nervous chuckled.

“Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?”, Six’s voice full of concern.

“No, no, no…I’m good. Aaaall good”, Muerlin softly giggled as she bobbed her head up and down against his impressive size, the vibrations against his shaft drove him insane. His vision blurred as he started seeing stars. He stifled a moan as her tongue trailed over his flesh.

“Well, okay. Be more careful, ya goof! Anyway, I was thinking…”.

Muerlin quickened her pace, the blonde gripped onto the bar tighter.

“Yeah?”, Prompto trying with all his might to keep his normal tone.

“I know she hasn’t been here for very long, but what would you think of giving Muerlin a promotion?”

“Aw, yeah”, Prompto growled staring at his lover.

“You two would get more time together and she’d be able to close with you more often”.

“Fuck yeah!”, he held onto the back of Muerlin’s head gripping onto her silver locks as she pleasured her chocobo desperately trying to make him cum.

Six giggled at his seemingly enthusiastic response,“I figured you’d like that. You think she’ll be just as happy?”

“It’ll give her a mouthful of happiness”.

“Ugh, Prompto…seriously. You can’t tell me you don’t know how that sounds?”

Prompto brushed Muerlin’s hair from her face and chuckled mischieviously. “That’s the point”. Muerlin looked up to her lover feeling him trying to hold back from him climax.

Fuck, he was way too good at this…

Six giggled, thankfully completely oblivious to Prompto’s seriousness. “You precious little dork. Hurry up and get out of there and get some sleep”.

“Gotcha”, he growled, trying desperately to ignore the knot in his stomach urging him to climax.

“Goodnight, sweetie”.

“Goodnight”, Prompto exhaled with a grin.

The moment Six hung up, he pulled Muerlin’s head away, standing her up holding her tightly against him. His firm grip releasing a soft moan from her lips. Prompto groping her ass with both hands, hissed at his lover.

“Well, well, well…what do we have here?”, he nipped at her neck giving her ass a solid smack with both of his hands. He squeezed them rubbing his cock against folds, between her legs.

She keened at his aggressive teasing. “Damn you, Prompto…”, she growled at him frustrated in her failed efforts.

“You’re definitely in for it now, little girl”, he scooped her up wrapping her legs around him, she inhales sharply at his actions before being carried to the front counter.

Shit…what was he doing?

He placed her down on the counter, settling himself between her legs.

Muerlin chuckled at her love, gently stroking his torso. “I just whipped this counter down, you doofus”, Muerlin joked before her wrists were abruptly grabbed and slammed down to either sides of her head.

“Oh-hooo, trust me”, Prompto chuckled, his voice rusted, before unbuttoning her shirt exposing her flushed breats, “the counter would’ve been the least of your worries if I would’ve did this earlier….like I wanted to”.

Prompto took her soft breasts in his hands, squeezing them, before leaning forward crashing his lips against hers, she lightly biting his bottom lip before he pulled away. The blonde lightly groaning as he pulled away. He firmly placed his hands upon her face, gazing deeply into her eyes, his lips ghosting above hers.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you”, he grunted before he kissed her again, lining himself up with her entrance. “…I’m gonna make you scream. More than Loqi or anyone else ever could”. She keened at his words in between their kisses. “You’re mine…and only mine…and I’ll fuckin’ show them”. He pulled away from her to view her gaze, his eyes gentle and sincere.

“Whaddya say?”, he panted softly.

“I say….fuck the shit out of me”, she lovingly smiled at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her, a lustful smirk stretched across his face. “Yes, ma’am”.

Muerlin’s sharp inhale echoed throughout the cafe as Prompto shoved his throbbing cock into her dripping heat as hard as he could, pounding away at his lover’s delicate body with incredible speed. He clutched onto her hips, holding her steady. The sound of their sweat covered flesh colliding meshed with Muerlin’s wails.

“Gods, yes, baby! Fuck me!”, she screamed as Prompto continued to aggressively pummel her heated core, a few light moans emitted from his throat.

“Who do you belong to?”, the young man grunted.

“You!”, she whined, her back arched.

“What’s my name?”, he lightly growled.

“Prom”, she moaned. Her voice slide through Prompto’s ears like silk. Hearing her like this nearly sent him over the edge. He felt her body tense up, her walls tightening around him as she was near her climax.

“Louder…I want everyone to hear”. His rhythm sloppied as he leaned forward above her pushing himself in deeper, still viciously pounding against her.

“Prom!”, she screamed, wrapping her arms around her lover, gazing deeply into his eyes. Tears beginning to form in the liquid pools as she started digging her fingers into his shoulders, clawing his freckled skin.

Prompto emitted a hefty groan from his throat at the slight pain causing him to slam his cock to the furthest depths of her core finally sending the silver haired woman over the edge with a pleasured scream just before she felt Prompto’s cock throb as he came, painting her insides with his essence, emitting a loud moan from his lips.

Prompto slowed his pace, bringing Muerlin down from her high. He gazed at her sweat covered body as it glistened in the light before his ocean eyes landed upon her puppy stare, he still hovering over her.

He gave her a loving smile, panting heavily, his golden locks plastered against his sweat covered face. She returned the smile pulling him down for a light kiss as he gently brushed her messy hair from her face.

Their embrace suddenly interrupted by a firm knock on the door, the two throw their heads back toward the door in slight panic. Thankfully Muerlin remembered to shut the blinds whiel cleaning earlier.

“Yo, Prompto. Ya in there?”, a gruff voice erupted from outside the cafe.

“Shit. It’s Gladio”, Prompto whispered pulling himself out of the woman, scrambling to situate himself, running to grab his shirt after he fastened his jeans.

Muerlin softly giggled knowing Gladio would dig into him so hard if he knew.

“Perhaps he has departed and forgot to switch off the lights”.

Wait…that sounded like…Ignis? Muerlin’s eyes widened in panic.

Then that must mean…

“Only Prompto…”.

NOCTIS!

Muerlin immediately hoped off the counter.

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Muerlin turned into a rabbit as she bolted to the back room, a gust of wind blowing past the blonde as he returned to the front. She could take Gladio’s teasing and Ignis’ glare generally intimidated Prompto which she always found entertaining, but the Crown Prince of Lucis???

FUCK. THAT.

Prompto stifled a giggle at Muerlin’s reaction to hearing his best friend’s voice as he pulled his shirt over his head hurrying to the door.

*door chime*

“Hey, guys!”, Prompto gleefully greeted his friends. “Sorry, I took so long”.

“Hmm…”, Gladio suspiciously raised an eyebrow, “and what were you up to?”

“Oh, y’know. Work stuff”, Prompto chuckled, shutting the door behind his friends.

Ignis examined the blonde’s disheveled hair. “Hmph, I see”.

“Good to see you finally taking something seriously”, Noctis poking fun at his friend’s overall laziness.

“Don’t think you’re really one to talk, Noct”, Prompto retorted, Noct flipping him the bird in response.

Gladio made his way to the counter, noticing the smudged sweat stains upon its surface. Leaning his back against it, his arms crossed, he smirked at the blonde.

“Anyone else here?”

Prompto nervously cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah…”.

“And who is might that be?”, the tattooed man pried, torturing the poor man,” one of the girls?”

Dammit, Gladio.

“That would explain why the place is so clean”, Noctis nonchalantly commented.

“It would also explain why your fly is undone…”, the royal advisor quietly addressed to the blonde. Prompto stammered as he zipped his jeans.

“Well..um…I-I…y’know”, he chuckled nervously.

“Hi, guys!”, a cheerful voice echoed from behind Gladio.

All four men turned to a fully clothed, yet barefoot, Muerlin. Gladio, chuckled reverting his gaze back to the blushing blonde, a teasing grin on his face.

“Well, well, I wouldn’t have guessed”.

“Ms. Zephyr, a pleasant surprise, indeed”.

Noctis lightly waved. “What’s up?”

“Eh, same old, same old”.

Gladio chuckled, “I bet”.

Prompto quickly made his way toward the woman. “Hey guys, just give me a sec”, he nervously spouted to his friend’s with a goofy smile.

“Don’t take too long now”, Gladio teased the flustered blonde.

Shut uuuuup, Gladio.

Muerlin smirked at the man, “you’re welcome”.

Prompto chuckled at his lover, rolling his eyes, before pushing her back against the wall. She gazed up to him, biting her lip as he stepped closer.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do”, he gently lifted her chin, ghosting his lips over hers and whispered, “I’m gonna deal with them and finish up paperwork, while you finish your usual closing procedures. We get out of here by 11, head to my place, go for another round and whoever loses cooks dinner. Understood?”

Muerlin places her hand behind the man’s hand seemingly pulling him in for a kiss, before lightly nipping at his earlode.

“…you’re the boss”.

Her words making the hair’s on his neck stand straight up, emitting a light chuckle from her throat before she retreated back into the front of the cafe.

Prompto’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he exhaled, calming himself down. He looked toward the ceiling in pure bliss, before resting his hands behind his head.

Humming a light victory theme as he returned to the others.

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Day 24 - Bad Dreams

Guys!!! It’s Bad Dreams time on Fringe September.

This episode is an emotional rollercoaster - and by that I mean that it’s devastating from start to finish. It’s also just REALLY well done, acted and written.

And it presents Olivia to us as a possible perpetrator, which adds an added layer of emotion and drama to an already intriguing plot.

You see, she keeps having these restless nights, until one night she dreams about pushing a woman in front of the train. And then wakes and sees the incident on the news.

So naturally she starts investigating. Peter thinks that it’s an insane idea to even consider that she could’ve killed someone while being asleep hundreds of miles away, but Walter indulges her with his own theories. Teleportation? Astral projection? Who knows, anything is possible on this show.

Olivia also describes details to Peter about the crime scene before getting there. Specifically a red balloon still being stuck on the ceiling. But when they watch the recording, there’s no one seen pushing the woman in front of the train.

But it still doesn’t add up. The balloon is there for one, but the woman in question was also with her baby! They were at the circus before! It’s all so heartbreaking, and it’s highlighted even more when they question the husband who can’t wrap his head around the tragedy himself.

The team reconvenes after that, still trying to make sense of it all. Walter starts pushing Olivia. Why would she want to kill that woman? Why did she kill that woman? Olivia can’t find any answer, and Peter is just done with this craziness. He still refuses to even entertain the possibility that Olivia somehow caused all this.

But Walter’s answer to that is a rather interesting one:

“I'm surprised at you, Peter. Agent Dunham is your friend. You trust her. she says she killed that girl. Are you presumptuous to believe her only when she says what you want to hear? Your mother was a bit like that.“

The last part of that quote perhaps holds a glimpse to pre-brain surgery Walter, but there is a bigger truth to this. Peter not believing that Olivia would be responsible for something like this feels more like something he does for himself. He doesn’t want to consider the possibility because it doesn’t sit right with HIM. So maybe Walter is right - in order to assure Olivia’s peace of mind, for HER sake, they need to consider the possibility of her being the killer, and then try to figure out the WHYs. Especially since Olivia is already blaming herself, regardless of what Peter believes.

It of course escalates further when there’s another case the following night. A woman stabs her husband multiple times, seemingly out of the blue. When Peter and Olivia question the woman, she can’t explain her reasons either. She says that suddenly she was sure that he was going to leave her, that she got so angry, but then those feelings disappeared as soon as they arrived. And now she has to live with the consequences of these actions, and watch on as her husband dies from the injuries she caused.

Olivia at this point is overwhelmed. With guilt, and just by watching these people dealing with tragedies that they can’t find reasons or explanations for. She’s desperate, she tries telling the woman that maybe someone compelled her to do all that, asking her if it felt like that someone was in her mind... But what good does it do at this point? The damage has already been done, and they can’t prove that it was anyone else committing the crime. They don’t even KNOW that at this point.

Olivia’s emotions are running at an all time high, and she finally snaps at the restaurant manager who’s not being very forthcoming to them with information. She pushes him into a table, demanding to know if SHE was there, if she sat at the table she remembers from her dream... But it wasn’t her. It was some guy with a scar on his face.

And that finally provides a break in this investigation. Because Olivia remembers someone fitting that description from the tape of the subway station.

The problem is that while trying to find him in the database, they also draw Broyles’ attention to them. You see, Broyles didn’t yet know about Olivia’s dreams, or about the nature of her interest in those cases. And she didn’t tell him, because her being involved would’ve meant that she couldn’t technically investigate this case herself. He let her go after the suicide case not asking any questions, because she earned that much of his trust, but now that she’s using agency resources, he has to know what’s going on.

“These things that we see every day, these things that we investigate -- they're happening to me” - Olivia tells him. And Broyles is reluctant, because Olivia is already under investigation by Harris, she walks on a thin ice as it is. But eventually he lets her do it, opening a case officially on the subject they found during their database search - Nick Lane.

But as they look up Nick Lane, instead of finding a perpetrator who as Walter’s theory suggested, is killing people with their thoughts, they realize that Nick himself is a possible victim. He used to be a voluntary resident at a psychiatric facility, where they were treating his suicidal tendencies. His doctor also described him as “bright”, emotionally speaking, someone who could light up a room or suck everyone into a black hole of despair depending on his mood.

It is however his delusions that offer the final piece to the puzzle - the ones that sounded eerily similar to the ZFT manifesto.

Oh yeah, and he was also from Jacksonville. And is about the same age as Olivia.

Olivia at that point has already made the connection, so she decides it’s time to confront Walter. She asks him about Cortexiphan, if it was possible that Nick was affecting people with his emotions due to being treated with the drug as a child. And Walter not only confirms that theory, but also offers an explanation to Olivia’s involvement, laying all her fears out in the open. He says that when he and Belly would experiment on children they would often put them in pairs. And that he believes that that’s the source of their connection.

Peter once again is trying to shut it all down - he doesn’t want to consider the option that Olivia was experimented as a kid by Walter’s old colleague (*cough* or Walter himself *cough*)... and Olivia hasn’t told him or Walter about what she found out at the end of 1x14. That there WAS a Cortexiphan trial in Jacksonville that she could’ve been a part of.

Olivia’s reveal of “I might have been” is a favorite of mine when it comes to Anna’s deliveries. There’s both a nonchalantness and a dramatic edge that’s uniquely Olivia Dunham.

But now Walter knows how to find Nick! He puts Olivia under REM state, so she could describe to them where Nick is and what he’s doing... And apparently Nick right now decided to go to a strip club. And have sex with a dancer. So we all witness Olivia making out with said dancer lady, and we also got a rare moment of levity as the team one by one realizes what Olivia’s physical reactions mean at one point. (”OH.” “Oooh.” “Oh.”)

In any case, after it happens, Nick is once again consumed by self-loathing. And... IT IS ACTUALLY REALLY CREEPY AND RAPEY WHEN YOU CONSIDER. Nick’s sexual excitement affected the dancer, that’s WHY she had sex with him in the first place. And now his self-hatred is causing her to end her own life.

Olivia struggles to stay under after that, but Peter helps her calm down enough for her to see Nick’s address. So that’s where they go.

Nick’s wall is full of conspiracy theory newspaper cut-outs - revolving around secret drug trials and whatnots. We also see “what was written will come to pass” written there, confirming that Jones and his organization got to him, and they were the ones who activated his latent abilities.

But Nick is not there anymore, and it’s not that hard to find him either. He apparently decided to end it all. (Maybe he wasn’t even fully aware or sure that he was the one who caused all those deaths around him until the dancer - who knows.) So he’s going up to a rooftop to jump... But his mood also affected dozens of people on the way, so they’re all there, at the edge of the building, ready to jump with him. And they can’t send up anyone, because they just get affected by his mood and join the group as well.

So instead Olivia goes up alone, hoping that her connection to Nick and the Cortexiphan in her own blood would make her immune. And it does. And what happens next is an unexpected reunion between the two.

Because you see, Nick remembers. He remembers the trials, and he remembers Olivia. And he hoped that she could be able to hear him.

He recites the ZFT manifesto to her, but with an earnest desperation. He has been waiting for the call all his life, for his life to gain meaning, but it never came. And when Jones approached him, he jumped at the opportunity to fulfill his destiny... But instead what he’s got is a trail of dead in his wake.

“Sometimes what we wake up, it can’t be put back to sleep.” - And then he gives his gun to Olivia, asking her to shoot him. Because he “just wants to stop hurting people”.

“Please. We weren’t meant for this” - he tells Olivia.

But Olivia refuses to kill him, instead shooting him in the leg, and the pain reverberates among the group, who fall to the ground with Nick, preventing them all from jumping. Nick’s last words are full of foreboding (”You’ll wish you had. You’ll wish you’d kill me.”), but it’s not a threat. At this point it’s obvious that Nick genuinely wanted this all to stop, that none of the deaths he caused were his intention.

And that’s the tragedy of it all. Because there are no real perpetrators in this episode, no bad guys. Only victims. There is of course Jones and his associates, but they don’t actually appear in the episode, and all they did here was to bring forward Nick’s abilities that he’s already had in him.

So isn’t the real villain William Bell and his drug trials then? Except it’s not presented to us in such a simple manner either.After we see the harrowing images of Olivia and Broyles visiting Nick in his drug-induced coma state, we get yet another scene. Of Walter watching an old tape with a little girl called Olive, who it seems like just set fire to an entire room previously. It becomes apparent early on that it’s a tape of Olivia’s Cortexiphan experiments... but then we hear another voice in the recording beside Bell. WALTER.

THIS IS WHERE WE LEARN THAT WALTER WAS AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE CORTEXIPHAN TRIALS DESPITE HIS PREVIOUS STATEMENTS IN THE EPISODE ABOUT HOW HE WAS AGAINST THEM.

So yeah, this episode isn’t an emotional rollercoaster after all. It’s a one-way trip to the darkest pits of despair.

Parts of this story are reminiscent of the Kilgrave one in Jessica Jones, except here the perpetrator is someone who actually has no control over his actions. Surely, one could question if Nick could’ve done more or less, and what happened with the dancer is especially murky, but above all, he’s a victim in all this. One who couldn’t help the fact that he was suffering from depression, or that it was affecting others in such extreme ways.

Bad Dreams is an episode that will leave an impression on all who watched it. It’s definitely my own personal favorite of the s1 roster.

This was a long as analysis, but let’s also talk about the stuff not mentioned:

When describing the effects of Cortexiphan, Walter mentions the possibility of travelling between worlds.

The lines about how Cortexiphan worked are also ones that come back later in different forms. (”Perception is the key to transformation.“ “Reality is both subjective and malleable. If you can dream a better world, you can make a better world.”)

“Astral” “Astrid.” “....projection” - aka the one time Walter didn’t actually butcher Astrid’s name.

Another episode with Ella and Rachel! Also: GRUESOME.

The episode parallels Nick’s and Olivia’s morning routine, showing us how Olivia has unintentionally been following the ZFT guidelines that Nick lived by.

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