Home is with Noctis, with Gladio and Ignis in the large, bright space that is Noct's urban apartment. When he arrives, Gladio and Noct are arguing about something, and the smell of delicious food is wafting in from the kitchen. Prompto tries to avoid the living room where he knows they're sitting, tries to sneak to the bathroom to put a cold compress under his puffy eyes, but Gladio immediately spots him.
"Hey blondie! What do you think?" he calls him out. "Is any woman ever gonna want Noctis with that bratty attitude of his?"
Prompto almost lapses into fresh sobs at the ironically ill-fated topic, and suddenly, everyone is on to him.
"Prom?" Noctis asks, frowning. "Are you okay?"
"Whoa, what's up?" Gladio gets up, walking towards him. Prompto almost feels caged against his large figure, but when he puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes carefully, he does begin to cry again. It's almost pathetic.
"I'm sorry." He doesn't know what else to say. "I didn't wanna cry..."
"Bullshit," Gladio huffs, and gently leads him towards the couch, where Noct looks almost ready to warp to his side. He practically wrestles Prompto down onto the cushion, then wedges him between himself and Noct.
"Prom, did something happen?" Noctis asks quietly, putting a hand on his knee. The thought suddenly comes to Prompto that, if he's not good enough for a simple girl from school, he's definitely not good enough for Noct.
"I shouldn't be here," he simply replies, trying to get up. Gladio immediately pushes him back down, and Prompto hides his face behind his hand, more embarrassed than before. "Please... Please, it's nothing."
"Certainly not," a new voice interjects, and Prompto looks up to see Ignis watching him through the door to the kitchen. "I can hear you sobbing from the stove. Something is definitely weighing on your heart."
"Tell us what happened, Prom." It was Noctis' turn to beg. "Please."
And so Prompto tells them. In between confessing his hopes and reliving the crushing disappointment, Gladio snakes an arm around his shoulders, Noct takes his hands, and Ignis stands behind the couch to play with his hair.
"I'm just thinking," he finally stutters out, his heart trembling twice as much as his voice, "maybe I'm just not meant to be loved."
The others say nothing in response to such a heartbreaking confession.
However, Gladio does pull him into his lap, framing his thin hips with his legs, snaking his powerful arms around his midriff and dropping his chin on his heaving shoulders. The beating of his heart thrums against Prompto's shoulder blades, and Prompto attempts to breathe to its slow rhythm. Gladio is warm and steadfast, and Prompto has never felt safer in his life.
Ignis goes around the couch, kneeling before Prompto and taking his hands into his. Prompto curls his fingers, the emotions attempting to tear out of him, and Ignis doesn't uncurl them, instead caressing his knuckles. Sensitive to such careful touch, Prompto begins to shake, and he leans in and kisses his knuckles, unwinding his fingers just long enough to slip his hands into his grip. When Prompto clenches hard with his following round of sobs, Ignis' hands are there, holding him together.
Noctis gets on his knees next to him, leaning in to cup his cheek and tilt his face so that his red-rimmed eyes are staring right at him. Prompto closes his eyes out of shame, and Noctis kisses his eyelids so gently that Prompto almost forgets that he is worthless. Noct wipes the droplets clinging to his eyelashes with a firm swipe of his thumbs, and when Prompto opens his eyes again, Noct's eyes are closed, and he leans in to kiss every single tear marring his cheeks. Prompto doesn't do it on purpose, but he cries even more.
He cries, and he cries, and finally, he runs out of sorrow to shed. Even when he's done, his friends don't let him go. They continue to hold him, even when he doesn't ask them to, and only then does Prompto realize that they're telling him he's wrong without ever saying a word.
They're telling him that he is loved, but only by the people who deserve to love him.
...-...-...-... Quick fill bc apparently I can't fill shit if I sit down and think about it. Hope you like it. Someone else please fill this prompt like it's meant to be filled lmao. Gen chocobros give me life.
[Fill 2/2] Any/Prompto or Gen, Prompto gets rejected + comfort
"Hey blondie! What do you think?" he calls him out. "Is any woman ever gonna want Noctis with that bratty attitude of his?"
Prompto almost lapses into fresh sobs at the ironically ill-fated topic, and suddenly, everyone is on to him.
"Prom?" Noctis asks, frowning. "Are you okay?"
"Whoa, what's up?" Gladio gets up, walking towards him. Prompto almost feels caged against his large figure, but when he puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes carefully, he does begin to cry again. It's almost pathetic.
"I'm sorry." He doesn't know what else to say. "I didn't wanna cry..."
"Bullshit," Gladio huffs, and gently leads him towards the couch, where Noct looks almost ready to warp to his side. He practically wrestles Prompto down onto the cushion, then wedges him between himself and Noct.
"Prom, did something happen?" Noctis asks quietly, putting a hand on his knee. The thought suddenly comes to Prompto that, if he's not good enough for a simple girl from school, he's definitely not good enough for Noct.
"I shouldn't be here," he simply replies, trying to get up. Gladio immediately pushes him back down, and Prompto hides his face behind his hand, more embarrassed than before. "Please... Please, it's nothing."
"Certainly not," a new voice interjects, and Prompto looks up to see Ignis watching him through the door to the kitchen. "I can hear you sobbing from the stove. Something is definitely weighing on your heart."
"Tell us what happened, Prom." It was Noctis' turn to beg. "Please."
And so Prompto tells them. In between confessing his hopes and reliving the crushing disappointment, Gladio snakes an arm around his shoulders, Noct takes his hands, and Ignis stands behind the couch to play with his hair.
"I'm just thinking," he finally stutters out, his heart trembling twice as much as his voice, "maybe I'm just not meant to be loved."
The others say nothing in response to such a heartbreaking confession.
However, Gladio does pull him into his lap, framing his thin hips with his legs, snaking his powerful arms around his midriff and dropping his chin on his heaving shoulders. The beating of his heart thrums against Prompto's shoulder blades, and Prompto attempts to breathe to its slow rhythm. Gladio is warm and steadfast, and Prompto has never felt safer in his life.
Ignis goes around the couch, kneeling before Prompto and taking his hands into his. Prompto curls his fingers, the emotions attempting to tear out of him, and Ignis doesn't uncurl them, instead caressing his knuckles. Sensitive to such careful touch, Prompto begins to shake, and he leans in and kisses his knuckles, unwinding his fingers just long enough to slip his hands into his grip. When Prompto clenches hard with his following round of sobs, Ignis' hands are there, holding him together.
Noctis gets on his knees next to him, leaning in to cup his cheek and tilt his face so that his red-rimmed eyes are staring right at him. Prompto closes his eyes out of shame, and Noctis kisses his eyelids so gently that Prompto almost forgets that he is worthless. Noct wipes the droplets clinging to his eyelashes with a firm swipe of his thumbs, and when Prompto opens his eyes again, Noct's eyes are closed, and he leans in to kiss every single tear marring his cheeks. Prompto doesn't do it on purpose, but he cries even more.
He cries, and he cries, and finally, he runs out of sorrow to shed. Even when he's done, his friends don't let him go. They continue to hold him, even when he doesn't ask them to, and only then does Prompto realize that they're telling him he's wrong without ever saying a word.
They're telling him that he is loved, but only by the people who deserve to love him.
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Quick fill bc apparently I can't fill shit if I sit down and think about it. Hope you like it. Someone else please fill this prompt like it's meant to be filled lmao. Gen chocobros give me life.