#stcrshell

He’d suspected the knit cap he wears looked a little too warm for the summer season, but the aestival winds whip mischievously, portending the seasonal storms. Nyx grabs at it, pinning it firmly to his head, but he can’t even be annoyed when Prompto’s sunny smile awaits him only a few paces away.

Nyx grins wide when he lays eyes on him, his face lighting up as it always does, as it always has since the moment he’d met him. He’s got a new bounce in his step as he jogs to close the gap between them, sweeping Prompto up in one arm to plant a dramatic, smacking kiss to lips glossed like glass, and the most brilliant smile he’s seen in all his ages.

❄} – this isn’t the sentence prompto is expecting to hear from gladio right now, with his lithe arms draped lazily over gladio’s wide shoulders. their size difference would be comical if it didn’t provide prompto with the most comfort he’s felt since the day nyx left him.

       he’s hitched high up on gladio’s waist, his legs locked around him to hold himself up high where he’s been touching soft, needy kisses to gladio’s forehead. a source of comfort since he’s moved out and lived alone, the idea of going through this without gladio is a thought that prompto loathes, a thought that he shivers at the thought of. disdained so much, in fact, that when gladio whispers his question, it makes prompto stiffen, and he slips slowly from gladio’s grip to sink to the floor. his heart goes with him, dropping into his stomach at the thought.

       “what do you mean?” he questions right back, his jaw already setting firm as he sets distance between himself and gladio. if he’s about to be hurt by another person he thought he could trust, then he’s going to hurt him first.

He lets him slip from his lap, fluid and fluent, like spidersilk through his fingers. He doesn’t try to catch him. If Prompto wants that space, Gladio will grant him that. But he leans in, brows drawn, the points of his elbows digging firmly into the bends of his knees. 

He sighs through his nose, bracing himself both for that flighty look Prompto’s already wearing, and the attempt he’s about to make to explain himself. It’s been difficult, finding a way to step artfully around Prompto’s red-raw broken heart that hasn’t quite mended itself after Nyx had gone. Gladio’s always assumed that was rather by choice. But he’s still always hoping that one day Prompto might get tired of clutching desperately to the phantom of love long lost, and the man who was willing to purge himself of its pull.

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@tempcsts​ / @stcrshell​ 

AK. Probably the first person who interacted w/ me on here that didn’t know me from one of my previous blogs. We started by throwing memes back and forth and the kisses meme happened and she messaged me to ask / clarify some stuff. I’ve mentioned it before but I went into FFXV not shipping anything and then. We bounced a few ideas back and forth, put together the first thread and ho boy. FEELS. The kiss thread and then the sharing the bed thread. AND EVERYTHING ELSE. Be it asks or threads, they’ve grown together so much. And even w/ the bumps in the road, it’s still so much joy to see where things go. 

OKAY OKAY. 

You want a soft bean? Then look no further. It’s so easy to talk ooc w/ AK and honestly, I’m glad that we started doing it. From muse stuff to just everyday things to anything in-between. Like that sweet Pin.teres.t board that makes me weep every time I look @ it. And, like. All the muses!! It’s interesting seeing her take on both Gladio and Prom and to see the differences between hers and mine. Even tho our current interactions Hurt sdfghjkl.

@sagcfire

SWEET POTATO MASH. Not so innocent potato bc I got dragged into Promnis straight away w/ the promise of cute fanart and interactions lmao. We will have a Proper Thing™ going on at some point. and Come camp in my inbox. Well, it’s been a while since we’ve been writing together and those are still true pffft. 

I lov. Mash bc she’s just like. Look @ this cute thing. and it’s fanart and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. L isten, I love when people link me things bc it’s usually the other way around. :’D Even if it’s not fanart, I’ll still appreciate it. 

Also, that sweet sweet fanart she draws. Like holy moly, I only caught a stream once but ngl I was :0 for the majority of it bc Talent and Patience. Honestly, I would have cried midway through the drawing. :’)

[ @stcrshell. ]

It’s an ungodly hour when Nyx reaches for his phone, to thumb through his feed for the thousandth time today. It’s almost like a compulsion, the way he can’t leave off his phone for more than ten minutes, his eyes hardly even focusing sometimes while he watches the text slip by in an incidental blur. What started as a fixation focused upon being at the ready for the prospect and probability of catching an alert to Prompto’s presence had settled into something of a mesmeric systematicity that is more a product of rote rather than a conscious effort to soothe whatever anxiousness that lingers within him.

Except this round of checking’s yielded something unexpected and uncommon: Prompto’s streaming. And Nyx happens to be present for it. He also happens to have a sockpuppet account ready for this exact occasion, over which he curses himself even as he logs into it. 

It’s the first time he’s been able to catch a stream live. It’s the first time he’s seen Prompto outside of whatever artistic shots of body parts swathed in sunlight and lace he happens to upload whenever the fancy strikes him. 

And Nyx is almost panicking. 

He looks like an odalisque, the way he’s stretched out on his bed, looking .... not quiet bored. Distracted is a better descriptor. The pale blue of the screen’s light illuminates his delicate features, and Nyx can see the nearly blinding reflection of a roseate gloss, like glass upon lips that Nyx can only remember forming the words that devastated him four months ago. 

for @stcrshell — far too late

[ so I’m late because .... IM SLOW ASF? but but but i adore you and PLEASE ACCEPT THIS AS A PALTRY DISPLAY OF MY LOVE FOR YOU??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY? youknowwhatthisis ]

The ring sits idly upon Prompto’s slender finger, caught against the swell of Nyx’s cheek as he cups his hand to it, drawing him into a heedless kiss. His lips are sweeter than Nyx remembers, exceeding every confidence in what he’d always thought to be the rosy retrospection of a broken heart. He did remember Prompto’s kisses as always being a certain color of courageous to which the present one paled in comparison. This had been more tentative than tenacious in spite of the how coltishly it had been committed, and oh, how he longed to remedy that.

Prompto is gathered up within his arms, held to his chest as he sinks down upon the pale wood of the new apartment’s floors, letting his head fall back upon it as he releases a sated sigh through a contented smile. This is where Prompto belongs: wound within his arms, perched in his lap as though it were a throne. Prompto’s lithe hands spread upon the breadth of his chest as he pushes himself up to sitting, his thighs bracketing Nyx’s own, and Nyx notes how the kitchen lights behind him cast a coroneal glow to his flaxen hair. He looks as hallowed as a saint, and Nyx mouths silent prayers to the rafters as Prompto bends to apply his lips in an exquisite ecliptic down the column of his throat.

It seems wrong to him, that he should receive and receive, when it is he who is surfeit with a gratitude for a love he thought lost to him, now brilliantly restored. Nyx twists, cradles Prompto to him as he lays him down with the reverence of a devotary. Time has eroded any memories of whatever sins that came to pass between them, both anointed now in a new innocence. He is sacrosanct, he is holy beneath him, and Nyx venerates him with a quite caprice of kisses that beg nothing of him but the sanction of his wordless sighs.

Prompto shudders where the warmth of Nyx’s mouth bleeds into his skin, where he kisses communions into the constellations of rosy cicatrices that mar his paleness, where his tongue trails adoringly along the ripples of stretch marks that score his skin. And oh, how Nyx loves him, so fully, so entirely, that his heart suffers an exquisite, inviolable pleasure that it feels too close to misery torsioned in his chest.

john mulaney sentence starter meme.

BULLET // BUT IN THE END, MY TIME WILL COME

“ .  .  .  we are the same height. “ regardless, Pyrrhus laughs at the other’s words and nudges him gently “ I know you feel small compared to Gladio but, well, he’s a giant. Nothing to be done about it. ” 

[ @stcrshell . ]  // istg i love this kid