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Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
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UPDATE 3/2/2017: Per the Rules thread: Do not hijack prompts. If someone posts a prompt for one pairing, don't comment to say "I want to see this for [other kink]" - post your own prompt for the other kink). To that end, if you are unclear on a prompter's kinks/DNWs, please feel free to ask about them. If you ask about kinks/DNWs or to clarify a prompt, you are in no way obligated to fill it.
Additionally: Do not repost prompts from the previous round in their entirety. By this we mean copying and pasting prompts without any changes. If you see a similar prompt to a prior prompt, that is not a repost. Obviously prompts that are reposted per the above rule do not count either. (After all, they will be similar but not the same.)
ROUND TWO IS NOW CLOSED FOR PROMPTS!
Go ahead and keep on filling away, we will open up round three for prompts at 0000 EST, Saturday April 22, 2017.
Fill: 3/? Re: Prompto/ Nyx - Prom is from the slums Kingsglaive AU
Date: 2017-03-08 06:32 pm (UTC)Prompto was thirteen, spotty with acne and too gangly from years as a message runner for the forger in the lower city, and he stared at Crowe with such fascination that Nyx snickered into his drink.
They'd met at their favorite restaurant, one of the last that served dishes the way they were made in Galahd. Crowe still ate like she was starving, swift and messy and tucked in on herself, but the others had known hunger before and didn't mention it. They had her cracking up within minutes, and Prompto even showed her his camera, a true sign of trust in Nyx's esteemed opinion.
"I think someone has a crush," Libertus said, in a stage whisper. Prompto glared at him and scooted closer to Nyx, who wrapped an arm around him and shook his shoulders in a show of solidarity. Crowe, halfway through another steak skewer, looked at Prompto's flushed, freckled cheeks and shook her head.
"Not on me," she said, and reached over to pinch his nose. He blushed deeper, and Crowe winked, but the others just took it as more teenage hormones on the loose.
Later, when Nyx and Libertus were running off to retrieve more of their friends from the Citadel, Prompto pulled Crowe aside.
"Don't tell him!" he whispered, in a desperate sort of moan. Crowe leaned back on her heels.
"Tell who what?" she asked, and Prompto's face fell in despair. "Hey, kid, don't sweat it. Nyx is pretty, for a guy. I guess." She shrugged. "Kinda old for you, though."
"Eight years isn't that big of a difference," Prompto said hotly.
"It is when you're ten."
"Thirteen."
"Whatever." Crowe bumped Prompto's shoulder with a fist. "I won't tell, promise. But you might wanna, I dunno, start looking at guys your own age. This way lies madness, I promise." When Prompto just glowered, she sighed and pulled him into a headlock. "Come on, man. Want to see me try and set Libertus' shoes on fire without him catching on?"
Prompto thought about it, and nodded. "Yeah," he said. "That'll be great."
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When Prompto befriended Prince Noctis in high school, he took to hanging out at Noct's house when the Glaives were deployed on the field. His apartment with Nyx and Libertus (and sometimes Crowe, and any other Glaive who just happened to be crashing there at any given time) was almost frightening in its sudden emptiness.
It was interesting to see how Noct, one of the people the Glaives were supposed to owe their fealty to, treated his royal duty as a source of dread. Prompto understood, sort of: Every time the Glaives went out on a mission, he spent all night worrying at the fear that they may not return. That he'd have the apartment to himself, and he wouldn't have Libertus' jokes to groan at, or Crowe to conspire with, or Nyx... Well.
He tried to follow Crowe's advice about Nyx, but sometimes his friend would smile at him a certain way, or a rumor about his actions on the field would slip into the conversation, and Prompto would have to take a moment to slow his breathing and think about anything other than how much he wanted Nyx to look at him, just once, the way he should.
So every time he'd lie alone at home and start thinking about Nyx, he'd call up the prince and go to the arcade, or the diner, or sleep on Noct's couch and wake up to his advisor, Ignis, sighing in resignation and making them all breakfast. It became such a habit that when Prompto called Noct up one night and found out that the prince was duty-bound to go to a fancy dinner party extravaganza with his dad all weekend, Prompto found himself at a loss.
He spent most of the first day cleaning the apartment, but even at sixteen and with a job of his own, there wasn't that much to clean. The next day, he grabbed his camera and headed up to the upper city to take some shots of the private gardens there. Crowe liked the pictures he took of unusual birds, and there were so many in the wealthier districts of town that it was the best place to go to find what was going to be her next not-birthday present. Like Prompto, Crowe wasn't sure about her age, so their friends in the Kingsglaive liked to surprise them both with not-birthdays at random times of the year.
Prompto was leaning over a fence, snapping a truly amazing photo of a hummingbird hovering over a bush, when a hand grabbed at his shoulder.
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"Nice work pissing off the Captain again, Hero," Libertus said, as he, Nyx, and Crowe swaggered down the dark streets of the upper city. They were still in uniform, having just been released from debriefing after the shortest, sweetest victory they'd experienced to date. One which, as Crowe kept insisting, couldn't have happened without Nyx ignoring Drautos' direct orders again.
"That behemoth was gonna wreck us, Lib," she said, shoving her hands in his jacket pockets from behind. He glared at her, and she grinned. "My hands are cold."
"Then use your creepy magic fire," he said. She stuck out her tongue, and Nyx sighed.
A crash alerted them to a scuffle happening down a street to their right, and they turned to see a young man go tipping over the side of a metal can, collapsing in a mess of half-contained garbage.
"Ouch," Nyx said.
"Fucking foreign trash," the man spat, and the three Glaives stopped in their tracks. "Hold him down, Rog!"
There was a dull thud, and the sound of someone retching in the dark. "Piece of shit!" someone shouted. "He got Rog!"
"Get the hell away from me!" That voice was painfully familiar. Nyx took off without a look back at his companions, but he needn't have bothered--Libertus was a steady presence at his heels, rolling up his sleeves, and sparks of fire were already dancing across Crowe's fingers.
They found Prompto in the center of a group of young men his age, holding onto the wall with one hand as he sank into a defensive crouch. Blood ran down the side of his face from a cut on his forehead, a bruise was already blooming over a swollen eye, and something in the way he favored his right foot made it seem like he'd at least pulled his ankle.
"The hell is this," Libertus growled, as he, Nyx and Crowe descended on the boys like daemons from the ether. The boys fled, and Nyx grabbed Prompto before he could fall.
"Hells, kid," he said, brushing the blood out of Prompto's eye with a thumb. "Can't leave you alone for a day, huh?"
"I could've handled it," Prompto said. "They, uh. They broke my camera, though."
"Bastards," Libertus said. "Come on, dude, let's get you home."
Nyx wrapped his arms around Prompto and helped him to his feet, but the teen grimaced and fell. "Sorry," he said. "I think I twisted my... oh man..."
"Don't worry about it," Nyx said. He crouched down and lifted Prompto into his arms, ignoring the startled gasp as the blonde was pulled off his feet. "You're all bones, anyways."
In the dark, with Prompto's head pressed to Nyx's shoulder, only someone who knew what to look for would have noticed the deep, furious blush that rose to the young man's ears. Crowe glanced at Prompto, winked, and reached up to ruffle his hair.
I hate you, he mouthed, and she shaped her hands into a heart over her chest before racing off to continue her endless torment of Libertus.
Re: Fill: 3/? Re: Prompto/ Nyx - Prom is from the slums Kingsglaive AU
Date: 2017-03-09 04:52 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: 3/? Re: Prompto/ Nyx - Prom is from the slums Kingsglaive AU
Date: 2017-04-07 09:37 pm (UTC)Fill: 4/4 Re: Prompto/ Nyx - Prom is from the slums Kingsglaive AU
Date: 2017-04-08 12:52 am (UTC)--------
It was the night of the post-graduation awards ceremony, and Prompto Argentum couldn’t make it past the door.
“Look,” he said, digging in his jacket pockets for the fourth time. “I know I lost my invitation, but I’m… I’m Prompto Argentum, I’m receiving the Engineering award…”
The man at the door looked him over, lips pressed tight in disapproval. Prompto knew that his suit wasn’t pressed, or even remotely new. It was faded at the sleeves and scuffed at the hem, his shoes had holes near the heel and his tie was the same one he’d owned since the start of high school. He could have worn his uniform, but it was on rent until graduation, and that happened two months ago.
Behind him, Nyx, Libertus, and Crowe voiced their own objections.
“He went to this school,” Libertus pointed out. “Are you tellin’ me you ain’t—aren’t gonna let him in ‘cause he left his invite at home?”
The man’s expression was merciless and unmoving. “Go back and get the invitation, and I will be glad to let him and his plus one enter.”
“There are entire families coming in!” Crowe said. “I just saw one of them.”
“And are you his family?” the man said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You bet your pompous little ass we are,” Libertus said. Crowe smacked him on the arm.
Nyx stepped up behind Prompto, placing a hand on his shoulder. “He’s one of the best students you had,” he said, and Prompto’s face went a ruddy pink. “Just let him in. The rest of us’ll wait outside.”
Prompto tugged at his jacket. If Noct were here, this would be easier. All Noct had to do was glare, and people were bending over backwards to accommodate him. But the prince hadn’t been nominated for any awards and was staying home, so Prompto was stuck here, facing down a condescending man in a fancy pinstriped suit, begging to get into an awards ceremony that was supposed to honor him.
“No,” he said. The others turned to him. “No, I’m going with you guys, or I’m not going at all.” He turned, ducking out from under Nyx’s arm. “Let’s just go home.”
Libertus grumbled darkly, and Crowe flashed the man at the door some incredibly vulgar gestures, but Nyx just followed in step with Prompto. He touched the younger man’s palm, and Prompto blinked as Nyx’s hand slipped around his.
“You’re too good for them anyways,” he said.
“Right,” Libertus shouted. “You know what?” He smacked Prompto on the back, jerking him forward a step. “We’re gonna have our own awards ceremony. Crowe, think you can liberate some of that ginger beer from Sal’s?”
“What, you think I can’t?” Crowe glanced down at Prompto’s fingers squeezing Nyx’s, and winked, making Prompto flush deeply. “I’ll meet you guys at the rainbow garden. You know, where the rich people live.”
Nyx laughed as she darted off towards the lower city. “I guess it’s settled, huh, Prom?” he said, and Prompto smiled back, the pink of his cheeks running full-force to scarlet.
Crowe came back with two cases of ginger beer, two bags of pastries, and a third case of something a little less tame. “For the grown-ups,” she told Prompto, who scowled darkly.
“He’s already an adult, Crowe,” Nyx reminded her.
“More than you,” Prompto added, and caught the bag of pastries before it could land on his face. “Hey! Don’t bring the desserts into this!”
They settled down in a secluded gazebo, strung with white and blue fairy lights on copper wires, and utterly decimated an entire case of drinks and most of the pastries in half an hour.
“Alright, alright, alright,” Libertus said, having broken into the adult case a little early. “Awards. Crowe, the trophy.” Crowe passed him an empty bottle, and he shrugged. “This works.”
“The winner,” Libertus announced, climbing onto the bench with his hands on his hips, “of the Most Likely To Make A Man Piss His Pants Out Of Sheer Terror Award, is… Drumroll, Prompto.”
Prompto slapped his palms on his knees.
“Crowe Altius!”
Crowe rose to her feet and bowed magnanimously. Libertus handed her the empty bottle, which she clutched to her chest as though it were a precious trophy.
“Thank you,” she said. “I would like to thank my dear friends Libertus and Prompto. Without you, I would’ve never perfected the evil eye. I… I’m so…” She shook with mock tears. “So blessed to be here today…”
Nyx booed loudly.
“Notice who I’m not thanking, asshole.”
“You love me,” Nyx said, and she rolled her eyes. “It’s your turn, Crowe.”
“Right,” she said. She looked at Prompto, who was leaning against Nyx’s shoulder, and a slight smile formed on her lips. “Let's do a classic. The award for the Most Likely To Succeed goes to…”
“Prompto,” Nyx said, in a blasé tone. Prompto sat up, staring at him with the faintest pink tinge on his cheeks. “What? It’s obvious.”
“I was gonna say me,” Crowe pointed out.
“You can’t nominate yourself, Crowe.”
“Yeah, Lib? Watch me!”
Prompto barely registered the fight occurring between Libertus and Crowe over the trophy bottle, still focused on the man at his side.
“You don’t mean that,” he said.
Nyx’s smile was wry. “Of course I do, Prom,” he said. “When we first met, you could barely read. Now you’re winning scholarships and engineering awards, you’re on the fast track to becoming a permanent member of the prince’s retinue… And have you even seen your photos?”
“I’m not really… it’s just a… a hobby…” Prompto couldn’t seem to find his voice. Nyx ran a hand up his arm, and he felt a cold shiver run through his skin.
“People like you are the reason the Kingsglaive exists,” Nyx told him. “Making sure you get the chance to do something great, make things better for the rest of us. Even if it’s just a hobby.”
“And the award,” Crowe whispered, darting in to press her lips to Prompto’s ear, “for the couple who should kiss already—“
Prompto lifted his hand to push Crowe out of the way, not minding her shout of dismay when his finger accidentally poked at her eye. Nyx looked from him to Crowe, opened his mouth to speak, and let out a hitching breath as Prompto pulled his head towards him. They sat there a moment, lips a mere inch apart, Prompto’s eyes tense with yearning and uncertainty. Then Nyx closed the distance, and all of Prompto’s awareness narrowed to the heat of his lips, the scrape of stubble, the brush of calloused fingers at the nape of his neck.
“Hell,” said Libertus. “You were right.”
“I’m always right,” Crowe said, as Nyx gathered Prompto into his arms. She lifted the bottle high, the lights of the garden shining off the smoky glass. “And the winner is…”
“Me,” Prompto said, running his lips along the line of Nyx’s jaw. Nyx chuckled, and he felt the tremor of his breath against his chest.
“Hey,” Nyx said, grinning as Prompto dragged him in for another deep, fervent kiss. “That was my line.”
Re: Fill: 4/4 Re: Prompto/ Nyx - Prom is from the slums Kingsglaive AU
Date: 2017-04-08 06:14 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: 4/4 Re: Prompto/ Nyx - Prom is from the slums Kingsglaive AU
Date: 2017-04-08 07:10 pm (UTC)Thank you!! So pleased you liked this! It really was fun to write.
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Date: 2017-04-09 04:30 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: 4/4 Re: Prompto/ Nyx - Prom is from the slums Kingsglaive AU
Date: 2017-04-12 06:28 am (UTC)Re: Fill: 4/4 Re: Prompto/ Nyx - Prom is from the slums Kingsglaive AU
Date: 2017-07-18 04:52 am (UTC)