#fine red threads

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Any stress Prompto felt as a result of final exams paled in comparison to the stress he was under as Ignis drove Noctis and him to The Citadel. Prompto began to fidget when they reached the first checkpoint and sweat by the time they reached the second. When they reached the third, he was clutching at the armrest on the door with one hand and at his stuffed duffle bag which sat in between Noctis and him in the back seat with the other. He had passed Iggy his fancy clearance card when they first got in the car, and thus far there had been no questions, which was exactly how Ignis said it would be.

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In honor of Noct’s birthday (a day early) I give you the long awaited ninth chapter of Fine Red Threads! It took a decent amount of revisions and unfortunately ended up being longer than I intended, but the good news is that means that Chapter 10 is almost done. :)

I’m working on another fic for The Untamed TV series as well as a piece for the @beginning-of-forever older Noctis x Prompto zine, but I’m still working on this - what my boyfriend lovingly calls my “manifesto” lol. It’s a labor of love, to say the least. I can’t guarantee an update schedule but hey, I write for fun and for free, so it is what it is. :)

I hope you enjoy! It’s slowly building and after Chapter 10 we’ll be embarking on what I classify as the second part of phase of this story! The slow burn finally bears fruit!

Enjoy. Until next time.

Check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23500591/chapters/60383221

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Warmth and light coaxed Prompto awake, along with the sweet smell of something he could not place. Was it pancakes? Was his mom finally home? He kept his eyes closed and stretched his arms above his head as he turned on his right side. Or rather, he would have turned onto his right side if he weren’t on a couch. Instead, he realized too late that turning completely to his right meant he would end up on the floor, sandwiched between the couch and the coffee table. He caught himself, eyes snapping open as he extended his right arm towards the floor and scrambled for purchase with his left to keep himself from falling. The veneer of dissociation completely shattered as the living room of Noct’s apartment came into soft focus, white walls bright in the blazing sun coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind the couch. Prompto sat up and blinked groggily. Looking out the windows, he was able to discern the sky was a pale, cloudless blue even without his glasses.

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Hello all!

Thank you as always for you love and support of this fic! It means a lot to me and I hope you enjoy the continuation of the birthday celebrations that were started in Chapter 6! :) 

As always, a big thank you and shout-out to the lovely @subtlybrilliant for being the best collaborator, beta reader, and editor, as well as stellar best friend, I could ever ask for! I love you!

Feel free to shoot me a message or an ask! I’m always happy to hear from strangers on the Internet. 

Until next time,

Check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23500591/chapters/59714584

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Time had a funny way of slipping by unnoticed when you fell into a routine. Wake-up, shower, go to school, come home, do homework, eat dinner, go to bed. Wake-up and do it all over again. As October started to wane and enter its final week, the only identification that the hellish loop of the school week was ending was the now weekly ritual of going to the arcade on Fridays. This would be followed by a Crow’s Nest dinner, now tradition, and then Noctis and Prompto would go their separate ways, meeting up on Saturday afternoons to do homework at The Insomniac. Now that Ignis knew when and where they were meeting, he had no qualms about Noctis meeting Prompto there unescorted. He agreed that it helped Noctis keep a lower profile, which was a huge victory for Noctis personally. He started to feel more normal at the coffee shop than the arcade because of this, even though the one barista kept sneaking glances at him every time he was in line or when she came to refill their drinks.

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Howdy, ya’ll! 

As always, I want to thank everyone who has read, kudo’d, commented, or silently screamed about this fic! I appreciate all of you and am humbled that this has garnered even one (1) hit, let alone eleven-hundred and 100 kudos! I am shooketh! It’s also a good sign that the fandom is not yet dead. Not to tease too much, but that’s good considering I have at least 2 or 3 more FFXV related works to write after this one. 

Thank you as always to @subtlybrilliant, whose love, patience, and encouragement helped this “word baby” see the light of day.

Feel free to shoot me a message or ask/inquiry! I’d love to hear from you.

Until next time,

Check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23500591/chapters/58353916

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Prompto tilted his head back all the way, craning his neck to see the top of the apartment building. It was not The Citadel, but it was every bit as intimidating as he imagined The Citadel would be in person. The main exception was that the style of the apartment building was more modern, all black brick, steel, and glossy windows that reflected the warm rays of the setting sun. Although he and Noctis had spent a fair amount of their walk to the apartment in silence, Noctis did explain that his father had rented him an apartment close to their high school in an attempt for Noctis to have a semi-normal life, free from the constant surveillance of The Citadel staff. The nonchalant way Noctis described the situation had Prompto picturing an apartment that was small and secluded to avoid unwanted attention. He was not prepared for it to be in one of the most prestigious apartment buildings in the district. 

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Hello folks! We’re at 69 kudos (noice!) and counting. I wanted to thank you all for reading, kudo’ing, commenting, liking, and reblogging. I really appreciate it and have continued to be floored by the reception. I’m so glad this fandom is not dead! 

Thank you, as always, to the lovely @subtlybrilliant, for being the best beta-reader and editor EVER! This chapter and Chapter 5 underwent a bit of reconstruction and I appreciate her patience and dedication!

Enjoy!

Check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23500591/chapters/59038021

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Noctis bee-lined to the couch the second Ignis unlocked the front door of the apartment. Noctis did not even bother to remove his shoes, but Ignis knew better than to say anything in that moment. It had been a few years, at least, since Ignis had borne witness to Noctis having a panic attack, but he knew the signs well. Anger and exasperation would boil over, leaving sadness and exhaustion in its wake. Only then would Noctis be calm enough to talk through the attack logically. Ignis quietly removed his shoes, deposited his keys and wallet onto the side table, and made his way slowly into the dark living room.

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Whew! It was a bit of a struggle to get this chapter into shape, but after much back and forth between myself and the lovely @subtlybrilliant, it is done! It’s the longest chapter yet at about 9k words, bringing the total for the work to almost 35k thus far. At this point, tackling a NaNoWriMo no longer seems as daunting, haha. 

A big thank you to all the readers for their support! Kudos, comments, subscriptions, and bookmarks are awesome, but I appreciate any stealth readers out there as well. I was a silent reader for YEARS, so I completely understand. 

Feel free to give me a shout here as well. As @subtlybrilliant can attest, I LOVE to talk about Final Fantasy XV and these BOYS!

Until next time,

Check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23500591/chapters/57658672

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Once Prompto rounded the corner away from the diner, he practically ran home. He slipped his cell phone back into his pocket, started power walking, and as soon as he was within five blocks of his home, he ran in earnest, his messenger bag pulling on his right shoulder as he did so.

Home for Prompto was a tiny apartment on the ground floor of an older building within a fifteen minute walking distance to the high school. It was small but comfortable, his room more of a narrow hall than an actual room. He had enough space for a desk and a bed, and that’s all he really needed, despite the fact that he essentially had the entire apartment to himself. His parents were seldom home, traveling across Lucis for work. They checked in on occasion, but more often than not, they just called to tell him when they would be home for a day or two. As of now, he had not heard from parents in over three weeks.

Thank you, @subtlybrilliant, for being the best editor I could ask for and for screaming with me about fic ideas all day, every day! I love you!

I hope ya’ll enjoy. :)

Fine Red Thread fans - this means I no longer have an excuse to NOT work on FFXV stuff. T_T So expect an update...soonish??? As soon as Demon Ink loosens it’s hold on my soul...

Hello all!

To commemorate Fine Red Threads reaching one-thousand (1,000) hits earlier this week, I wanted to share the statistics since I’m a big old nerd and love MATH and NUMBERS. It also gives me a chance to thank all of you who have clicked the link, read it, kudo’d, commented, bookmarked, and subscribed. 

Hits: 1073

Kudos: 95 (so close to 100!)

Comments: 24

Bookmarks: 26

Subscriptions: 43

Thanks to ALL OF YOU for your support! I am truly humbled and amazed at the response this fic has received thus far! We all know fanfic authors live purely by external validation via kudos and comments. Or maybe that’s just me... :P Jesting aside, interacting with with fans keeps the creative fires burning and gives me motivation to keep going. 

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Thank you all!