ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post

Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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Vanidicus -Vani for short- is her name. Prompto doesn't know her when she first joins the photography club, but she makes a beeline for him and starts talking to him. It's nice, Prompto won't lie. Even now that he's slim and arguably more attractive than in middle school, he still doesn't socialize much. So for a pretty girl to approach him is a step he's never taken.

He flashes her his best smile like his camera flashes when he takes pictures of her laughing.
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Vani is pretty, and she knows it. In the month they've known each other, Prompto has seen her be asked out by boys and girls alike, only for her to turn them down without hesitation. When Prompto asks her about it, she only stares at him.

"It's because there's only one guy for me, and I already know it."

Prompto's heart jumps in his throat, and he knows he's red all over.
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Vani is always there these days when he goes out with Noct. These feel like the weirdest outings, because suddenly, she's livelier than ever, talking about herself and asking about Noct and orbiting around him like he's the sun to her moon. Noct doesn't speak much, but when Prompto tries to integrate in the conversation, too, Vani usually looks back to Noctis for an answer she won't get.

After they leave, Vani suggests they hang out with Noctis more often.

(Prompto doesn't tell her about his outings with Noct anymore).
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It takes three months for Prompto to make a move. Three months of their relationship being undefined and weird, of Vani referring to themselves as friends and hanging out with him avidly as if she has nothing else to do. Prompto's own insecurities don't miss the opportunity to take a few stabs at him, and it takes him a long time to work up the courage to even believe that they could work together.

He tells her to meet him at the school gates after class, tells her he's got something really important to ask her. He fidgets the entire time, and almost chickens out when she arrives.

"Hey Prom!" she smiles, not noticing his nervousness. "What's up? Are we going somewhere today? With Noct?"

That should have been the last nail in his coffin but Prompto wants to believe he doesn't belong six feet underground. So he steps forward, and takes her hand, the largest feat of courage he's ever performed in his life.

"Vani... Will you be my girlfriend?"

She pulls her hand away immediately. Breath leaves his body as if the gravedigger has thrown his first shovel-full of dirt right onto his chest.

"No way. I thought you'd already realized. Prince Noctis is the one I like, not you."

Prompto doesn't realize he's crying until she sighs, weakly apologizes, and leaves him behind.

He numbly walks home, figuring that he should've seen it coming from the start.

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.

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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.

not OP
Nice nice nice!!

Op here, that was so good! Thank u so so so so much!
It was such a good treat while I'm in the middle of hell week
The way they were so gentle with him and how they let their actions speak for how prompto IS loved aaahh thank u!!

"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."

Everything was there. Gawd the kisses the hugs the reassurances. Thank you so much filler anon!!!!

Prompt Post

[Fill 1/2] Any/Prompto or Gen, Prompto gets rejected + comfort

[Fill 2/2] Any/Prompto or Gen, Prompto gets rejected + comfort

Re: [Fill 2/2] Any/Prompto or Gen, Prompto gets rejected + comfort

Re: [Fill 2/2] Any/Prompto or Gen, Prompto gets rejected + comfort