so I admit I’ve been sitting on this one for a very long time now…. I always wanted to paint it and I tried but… was never happy with how it would start to turn out once I got started. STILL perhaps one day I will figure out what to do with it since I think it could be a nice print if I did
A stray dog in Bolivia joined a monastery and became a monk. The resident monks of St. Francis Monastery, named for the patron saint of animals, decided to adopt a dog they call ‘Friar Bigotón’ from the Cold Nose Project, which hopes the dog’s story will now inspire more monasteries to take in homeless pets. SourceSource 2Source 3
That is a very good quality gurdy…and I wish I could play like that…
If you’ve never heard hurdy-gurdy before, allow me to assure you that whatever you are expecting it to sound like, it won’t be even a fraction as cool as the real thing.
I was not expecting to hear a blistering hurdy-gurdy solo this fine morning
for @destiny-islanders whose most recent spidey au doodle finally made me crack and write for it. it’s my favorite ffxv au of all of yours and everything new i see from it makes me combust!! it’s so good!! please enjoy this ❤
this’ll also be up shortly on my ao3 here, and the rest is coming soon!
warnings: some blood and violence, but it’s not a lot
Fuck knows how it happened, but Prompto is a superhero now.
There was… an event, he guesses he can call it. Some dumb field trip he didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to (science was never his subject), an accidental spider bite, and now suddenly he can climb around walls and even lift a car with ease. It’s pretty wild.
Obviously, the next step is going out and kicking ass in style. What else is he supposed to do?
It’s the whole deal, too. Powers, superhero name, costume. So maybe the costume is less a costume and more a tracksuit. It’s whatever. It gets the job done.
At least until Ignis gets ahold of it. Honestly, Prompto might be tough, but his costume just can’t keep up. Man, the number of stitches he’s put into that jacket… so, he braves Ignis’s scoldings and warnings the whole time the man is pulling strings (figuratively and literally) to make him a newer, more durable suit. It’s the least he can do in thanks.
And it’s amazing. When he tries it on for the first time, Prompto feels like he’s finally found his place, his second calling behind photography. He’s a real superhero. Even Ignis and Gladio look pretty satisfied with the suit.
“Much safer, and a bit more anonymous.”
“Hell of an improvement ain’t it, Spider-Boy?”
“Man,” grumbles Prompto, but he can’t keep the grin off his face.
Later, though, as he’s putting away his costume, he holds the original in his hands. He was about to shove it deep into his closet without another thought, but his poorly-done stitching caught his eye and now he’s thumbing them absentmindedly. These things tell a hell of a story.
Slipping off rooftops.
Barely avoiding dudes with pocket knives in alleys.
Rescuing his (crush) best friend from near-certain death.
Prompto blinks back the memories. Good times. But as he tucks away the old, tattered clothing, he turns to the suit Ignis made and grins. Time for some new memories to be made. He’s got some ass-kicking to do.
~~~
He hides it from Noctis for over a year.
It’s hard. It’s really, really hard. He keeps slipping up, getting angry when Gladio or someone messes up his name (“It’s Spider-Man!”) or accidentally showing the bruises he gets in the nighttime (“I uh, I ran into my door. You know how much of a klutz I am, haah…”).
Plus, Noct idolizes Spider-Man. He wants to tell Noctis so bad. Hey! I’m the one you think is strong and brave and amazing! Everything Spider-Man is, I am too!
But that’s dangerous. Noctis is enough of a target, what with his dad being the big shot that he is. Feels like Prompto has to save Noctis from crazies wanting ransoms or some twisted kind of revenge nearly every week. Not to mention the stupidly high amount of run-of-the-mill trouble the guy gets into: muggings, stalkings, other shit too. Keeping Noctis alive is a full-time job. Prompto needs a raise.
Which isn’t exactly what’s happening, per se, but he thinks things are going in a good direction. By which he means that he (well, Spidey anyway) and Noct are actively flirting. Which is really, really awesome.
“So… here we are again.”
“Here we are.”
“This is what, fourteen? Fifteen times you’ve saved me? Aren’t there any other people in Insomnia in need of a hero?”
“No one seems to need me more than you, considering how often you get into trouble. And I’m happy to assist you whenever you need me.”
“Guess I owe you big-time, yeah? The debt only keeps getting bigger. Don’t suppose you’re up to getting coffee? My treat?”
“Ahh… as much as I really, really want to, I don’t wanna risk drawing more attention to you. Not that I need any payment besides; helping a charming young man such as yourself is reward enough.”
“Fair enough. See you in a few nights, yeah?”
“Don’t actively get into trouble, dummy!”
Like he said, awesome. Mostly.
Now is not one of those instances.
Prompto stands unsteadily, hugging his hunched form. Everything hurts. Blood pours down his arm from long knife slashes, and he feels bruised to all hell. Plus he took a hit to the nose as well, and he’s pretty sure it’s bleeding. Fuck.
Noctis got himself into one hell of a jam this time.
Said boy is still behind Prompto, apparently shocked into silence. The air is different than normal. There’s no flirty tone here. It’s like the enormity of what happened— what nearly did happen— is settling heavily into their minds. This was way too close.
“Don’t… fool around out here again,” Prompto says through gritted teeth. He’s had fun being Noctis’s knight in shining armor, but this went way too far.
“Shit…” is the whispered response he receives. Prompto doesn’t turn to look. His eyes are on the unconscious man at his feet.
Too close. Too close. It runs like a mantra through his brain. The words are accompanied by flashes of images: Noctis backed against the alley wall, a knife at his throat— a hulking, terrifying man whispering curses and threats into Noctis’s ear— the knife slashing again and again into Prompto’s skin as he struggles to fend off the man while also keeping Noctis out of his reach— the final blow as Prompto slams his fist into the man’s skull as hard as he can manage in his state.
Prompto coughs and eyes the man darkly. He straightens up, trying to regain control over the situation before gasping in pain and falling to his knees.
“Oh shit, oh—“ Noctis stammers, immediately coming to his aid. Noctis hooks his arms under Prompto’s and hoists him back to his feet, practically dragging him to the side of the alley so Prompto can lean against a dumpster.
“You hurt?” asks Prompto through the pain. He’s a superhero, after all. There’s a system here. Noctis doesn’t seem to realize that though, growing almost irate.
“Am I— am I hurt?! You’re half dead, are you crazy? Shit, we need to get you to a hospital—”
“No!” Prompto interrupts. “No way in hell, they’ll turn me into the cops. We can’t go there.”
“Where the hell else are we supposed to go?” Noctis almost shouts. Prompto realizes he’s panicking. “You’re bleeding out!”
“Just… hang on a sec…”
Prompto really has nowhere else to go. He can’t leave Noctis, not in his state. He wouldn’t even if he could, with Noct being such a danger magnet. He can usually patch his own wounds or get Gladio or Ignis to do it, but he’s nowhere near his apartment and he can’t call them with Noctis here.
Or.
Maybe he can. Maybe it’s time.
“Noctis.”
Noctis snaps to attention, eyes worried. “What? What do you need?”
Prompto breathes deeply. “Call Ignis. Tell him to meet us at your place with a first aid kit.”
Noctis looks at him searchingly. Prompto can practically see his thoughts whirring around in his skull. Noct has only mentioned Ignis in passing to Spider-Man, maybe twice in total. There’s no reason for a superhero to randomly request a stranger to patch him up, is there? His expression is caught somewhere between confusion and recognition; it’s like he’s right on the brink of realizing. Like he knows the answer but just can’t believe it.
No point in keeping things in the dark, Prompto figures. He rips off his mask.
Noctis takes a step back and breathes sharply. “Sh. Shit.”
Prompto smiles weakly. “Hi.”
Noctis gapes for several seconds. His mouth opens and closes. It’s kinda funny actually, he looks like a fish. Maybe it’s all the fishing he does that’s influenced that. Prompto feels a little delirious. How much blood has he lost again?
“Can we… get going?” he asks, his voice timid. It’s weird being like this with Noctis. Spider-Man is always so confident with him usually.
“I’m going to kill you,” says Noctis lowly, “as soon as you’re fixed up again.”
~~~
The trip back to Noctis’s apartment is slow going. Prompto can’t walk on his own, and though he tries to hold himself up as best as he can, it’s Noctis who bears most of the burden. He slings Prompto’s arm around his shoulder and grips his side and off they go.
Noctis fumes at him for at least ten minutes before shutting up in anger, and Prompto feels terrible. He doesn’t regret saving Noctis, he would never. He doesn’t even regret how far things went. He only wishes he never lied to Noctis.
Not to mention he’s in horrible pain. That’s bad too. He actually kind of drifts off for a while, he’s not sure how long. When he comes around again, Prompto notices through bleary eyes that Noctis has gone red in the face. It’s from lugging Prompto’s dead weight around, he assumes. Or maybe he’s still really angry. Prompto doesn’t know.
It’s ages before they make it home, but by some miracle there’s no one out in the streets. Maybe the dark mood has affected them too, and they all stayed in. Saves Prompto the trouble of worrying about his secret getting out, at least, so he doesn’t waste any more thinking on it.
Ignis is at the door waiting when they finally arrive, and Prompto can let himself relax. Except apparently he relaxes a little too much, because all he remembers is giving the worried man a weak smile before he can’t feel his limbs and everything goes black.
Ages and ages later, Prompto wakes up. He doesn’t open his eyes at first, barely conscious, barely aware of anything. He can feel the dim pain of his injuries, but that’s all he really understands and he just kinda floats between consciousness and unconsciousness for some time. Waking up is slow, but after what feels like forever he registers that he’s sorta awake and opens his eyes.
He’s in the spare bedroom in Noctis’s apartment. It’s late morning judging by the light filtering through the window. Prompto watches dust catch the light and fall to the ground; it’s pretty. Calm. Morning is quiet.
At least until Prompto realizes it’s a Wednesday, and that he should be in school right now.
“Ah—!” He shoots upright, momentarily forgetting his injuries, and pays for it when a fresh wave of pain racks through his body. He gasps and curls in on himself.
“Easy, man, easy,” says Noctis. Prompto looks up to see him sitting next to the bed dressed in the same clothes from last night. He looks tired, and a little worried. Mostly tired.
“How long have you been there?” Prompto asks. His voice comes out in a croak. Noctis scoots the chair closer and hands him a glass of water that Prompto accepts gratefully.
“Um. Awhile. You okay?” Noctis asks, avoiding Prompto’s eyes and instead staring at the comforter. Prompto bites his lip.
“I’m… I’ve been better. You should be at school…”
“Ignis called in sick for both of us. You gotta rest for today, he’s gonna go get whatever homework we missed later.”
Prompto lets out a soft “oh” and settles back into bed with Noctis’s help. Silence settles over them, and it’s really bad. Prompto can’t think of anything to say to break the tension. Well, he can think of a few things, but he’s not sure how “Sorry I didn’t tell you I was Spider-Man, all three of your best friends have been keeping this secret from you for over a year, and also we’ve been flirting for over half of that oops” will go over with him. Probably not too well.
“I didn’t say thanks last night,” says Noctis, still staring away from Prompto. “I was, um, overwhelmed. But you saved me… again… and I’m grateful. I mean it. So thanks.”
“Oh… you’re welcome. I mean, I do it all the time, it’s no problem.”
Noctis looks up then, and Prompto cringes away from the hard look in his eyes. That wasn’t the right thing to say apparently; oh no.
“‘No problem?’ Are you kidding me?” Noctis’s voice is quiet, mindful of Prompto’s vulnerable state, but his tone is no less forceful. “Prom, you could have died last night! You collapsed as soon as we got home, I was terrified! I—”
Noctis stops short. He takes a deep breath. “I’ve been fucking around every night looking to get into trouble so I could keep seeing Spider-Ma— you— and I’ve been putting you in danger! We only barely escaped last night, what if you had died?! Why didn’t you tell me to quit sooner, if you had died and I pulled off that mask and seen you—!”
He cuts himself off again. Noctis hangs his head and curls his fists. Prompto realizes they’re shaking. He looks like he struggles with himself for a few seconds. Then, with the scraping noise of the chair being pushed back, Noctis stands up and practically runs out of the room.
Prompto thought his physical pain was bad, but now he really feels like shit. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.
part 2 of the spidey au fic I was inspired to write by @destiny-islanders. this’ll probably be the last bit i post here, but i have an ao3 where i may post little snippets in the future too! thanks so much to everyone who read and liked or reblogged the last part!!
So this is basically a little drabble/potential mini-series based off of @destiny-islanders Spidey-Prom AU. I highly recommend checking it out if you haven’t. Spiderman has always been my favorite Marvel superhero since I am a comic nerd so naturally I am obsessed with Spidey-Prom. Sorry guys, couldn’t help it. *shrugs*
Being bitten by a spider exposed to the OZ Compound wasn’t something on Prompto Argentum’s bucket list, but here he was, staring at the back of his right hand. The bite looked like any other spider bite, but this one seemed more red and itchy than the average. A quick tour around the labs of Insomnia Industries gave Prompto the perfect photo opportunity for some pictures with the machinery and serums. But that tour led him to where he was right now after said spider crawled onto his hand from his camera after descending from the ceiling above.
He thought it would go away after a few days. But after realizing his once not-so-perfect vision was now perfect (he put his glasses on and it was like static invaded his eyesight) and nearly hurling his lamp out his bedroom window when his hand was suddenly stuck like glue to the switch, he figured that it was more than just a normal spider bite. He soon put his theory to the test of tried out every quality he knew a spider possessed. Crawling on walls? Check. Superhuman agility and senses? Double check. Needless to say, Prompto was quite freaked out.
“What are you?” He murmured, his attention never leaving the bite.
—
“Hey Prompto!” Noctis Lucis Caelum–son of Regis Lucis Caelum and nephew to Ardyn Izunia, owners of Insomnia Industries–called out to his blond best friend, who was currently putting stuff in his locker.
Prompto closed the locker just as Noctis rose his hand to clap his best friend on the back. Right as Noctis started to swing his hand down, Prompto felt a tingling sensation at the base of his skull. Time seemed to slow and his mind was sent racing. His body moved before he could even process it and before he knew it, Noctis slammed his hand into Prompto’s locker. He pulled his hand back with a pained expression and fought back a scream.
“Ow! Have you been taking lessons on how to improve your reflexes, dude?”
Prompto chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “Something like that.”
Noctis shook his injured hand a bit before composing himself as best as he could. “So, ignoring that weird mishap… wait, where are your glasses?”
Prompto mentally slapped himself as he rummaged through his backpack and put his glasses on, his vision immediately becoming clouded to the point where he could barely see Noctis’ face. “Thanks dude! I thought I was forgetting something!”
Noctis stared at him for a bit before shrugging. “Anyway, are you up for hanging out at the arcade later?”
“S-Sorry dude, I’ve got a load of work to get done for the Lucian Journal. You know how Dino is,” Prompto lied. In actuality, he wanted to hang out with Noctis, he really did, but he had to learn more about what’s been going with himself lately.
“Aw man. Oh well, just go into some weird coma and get it done using speed like Barry Allen.”
Prompto chuckled at Noctis’ joke and clapped him on the shoulder, only for his hand to get stuck to his shoulder. Noctis stared with one eyebrow raised as Prompto tried to pull it off without looking suspicious. When he finally did manage to detach his hand from his best friend, Prompto simply chuckled nervously.
“I think you spilt something on your coat, buddy,” He spoke. “Anyway, I should get going! Photography awaits!”
After making a mental note to change his prescription lenses to regular lenses, Prompto took his leave and left behind a very confused Noctis. He was passing by the trees in the courtyard when he ran into his other best friend, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, daughter of Sylvia Nox Fleuret, President and CEO of Noxchem, and younger sister of Ravus Nox Fleuret.
Noxchem was a multinational chemical corporation from Tenebrae that’s been run by the Nox Fleuret family for years. They’ve just recently combined with Insomnia Industries to band together to recreate the Super Soldier serum that was used for the Lucian Military back in the War of M.E. 674. So that meant that the Nox Fleuret family had to move to Insomnia if they wanted to recreate the serum easier.
“Hey Prompto!” Lunafreya beamed. “I just got you the coolest photo op ever!”
“I really wish I could take it, Luna,” Prompto rushed out, stepping around his friend. “But I’ve got tons of work to do for the paper.”
Luna groaned. “Oh come on! All Dino does is work you day and night! And when you finally show him an amazing photo, he marks it off as garbage!”
“Look,” Prompto sighed. “Dino Ghiranze isn’t the best boss in the world, I know, but I need this job if I plan on moving out after school is over.”
“Fine, but if you need any cool opportunities you know who to call.”
“Ghostbusters?”
“Ha ha very funny,” Luna spoke, lightly punching his shoulder.
Prompto bid his friend farewell and left the school grounds. It became a routine for the past few weeks really. Going to school, praying to the Six that no one saw anything weird–well, weirder–going on with him, going home, and researching spiders and whatever Insomnia Industries revealed about the OZ Compound. He soon landed an interview with the Lead Chemist of Insomnia Industries, Ignis Scientia. Prompto told him that he was a scientist with a blog and wanted to share more of the compound with his readers, which was a flat-out lie. He merely wanted to learn more about the compound and figure out if he should be even more worried than he was.
The day of the interview came quicker than Prompto anticipated. He walked through the rotating glass doors of Insomnia Industries and tried his best not to gawk at the high ceiling, polished tile floor, light gray walls, and the glass chandeliers that hung high above everyone’s heads. He made his way over to the elevator and pushed the button that took him to the fifteenth floor of the twenty story building. The elevator dinged and he walked out, quickly making his way over to room 234 and pushing the door open. Sitting at the desk was a bespectacled man who was typing away at his computer. Prompto awkwardly knocked on the door frame and the man finally noticed him.
“You must be Prompto,” the man spoke with a diligent tone. “I’m Ignis Scientia, Lead Chemist of Insomnia Industries. I understand that you have some questions about the OZ Compound.”
Prompto nodded and sat down in the chair in front of Ignis’ desk after shutting the door. “I do. Are there any side effects for it? Like what does it do?”
“Jumping straight into it aren’t we? Well, the OZ Compound is supposed to give humans enhanced abilities, turning them into a super soldier of some sort, but so far there has been no success. There has only been one person to test out the compound, and that person is Mister Izunia himself. Poor man. He tried to make a point to Sylvia but, she nearly cancelled the partnership between our companies when she saw that there was no progress in the development.”
Prompto’s eyes widened. This could be the source behind his powers.
“Have you tested this compound out on animals?” He asked. “More specifically, spiders?”
Ignis’ eyes widened before he stood up and walked over to the door, locking it. He turned back to Prompto with stern eyes. “Were you bitten?”
“W-What?” Prompto stammered.
“We infused the OZ Compound with a spider a few weeks back, but it escaped. Were you bitten by it?”
Prompto didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to lie to the man who A) has answers and B) could potentially help him through this. So he nodded.
“Incredible,” Ignis gasped. “What traits have you been showing?”
“So far? Enhanced senses and Wall-Crawling, along with this weird sense that I get when someone goes to touch me.”
“Wall-Crawling? Well, it seems as if the compound has passed along some traits of the arachnid class on to you.”
“Yea, I noticed.”
“I must inform Mister Izunia and Mister Caelum right away.”
“NO!” Prompto shouted. “I-I mean, no.”
“Why not?” Ignis asked with an incredulous look.
“I don’t want anyone finding out. Anyone else I mean. If people knew, I’d be used as some sort of test subject and seen as a freak at school. Please, don’t tell them.”
Ignis stared at him with a calculating look in his eyes before sighing. “Fine. But, I will have to tell my personal security guard. I have an idea for you in mind.”
—
Insomnia had a high crime rate, there was no doubt about that. The crime rate seemed to reach its peak at night though, always around midnight. The criminals in this city always preyed on the rich and defenseless, those who were both were considered to be a huge bonus. Unfortunately for Noctis, he was the next victim of a mugging.
The time was 1:15 A.M., it was a long day at Insomnia Industries and Noctis told his dad that he was going to walk home since he was getting tired. So he did, taking some alleyways as shortcuts. He was nearly home when a man clad in all black (including the cliche ski mask) stepped out from the shadows, pointing a pistol at Noctis’ forehead.
“I know who you are, Lucis Caelum,” the man spoke. “So let’s make this quick and give me all of your money.”
Noctis gasped in fear and backed away, his hands up to show that he was defenseless. “Listen! I have nothing!”
“Bullshit! You’re a rich daddy’s boy, you’re loaded! Now give me what you have!”
“I’m telling the truth I have nothing!”
The man turned the safety of his gun off right before the two boys heard a distant “YYYYAAAHHHHOOOOOO” ring out and proceed to get closer. The two boys turned their attention to where the sound came from and saw a man clad in red and blue. He wore a red sleeveless hoodie with a blue long-sleeve shirt underneath and red fingerless cotton gloves with two metal contraptions on both wrists. He also sported blue pants tucked into red calf-high socks and red shoes along with a red mask that covered his entire head. The only things that stuck out were the black and white make-shift eyes and black spider emblem on his chest. The weirdest thing? The guy was swinging into the alleyway.
He seemed to have been new at his job (if you’d call it that) because his glee soon turned into panic as he flailed his legs around while screaming “BRAKES!” He crashed into the nearby brick building and fell to the pavement. He then stood up, a bit unbalanced.
“Okay!” He shouted. “Now THAT was a rush!”
Noctis and the mugger both shared the same incredulous expression before the weirdly dressed man tossed the lid of a metal garbage can at the mugger like it was a game of frisbee. It hit the mugger right on the head and the man laughed.
“Fore!” He yelled.
The man walked up to Noctis, ignoring the groans of the mugger as he held his future-swollen head. The man almost told Noctis his name but decided against that.
‘What would he say?’ he thought. ‘You can’t just tell him your name. That bit is quite obvious, Prompto.’
“Who are you?” Noctis asked.
“I’m… uhh,” Prompto spoke from behind the mask, silently thanking the fact that Noctis didn’t know it was him. “Spider… Man…”
“Spider-Man?” Noctis asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Y-Yup!”
“Isn’t that pretty generic considering your… um, outfit…?”
Prompto looked down at what he was wearing and sighed. “I’m working on the costume…”
Noctis sighed and pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket. “Here, you’re probably expecting a reward.”
“No!” Prompto shrieked. “Keep your money! I don’t want it!”
“You don’t?”
“I saved you from someone trying to take it from you. You don’t have to pay me.”
Noctis stuffed the wad of cash back into his pocket and nudged his head in the mugger’s direction. “What are you going to do about him?”
Prompto waved him off. “The cops can come and get him. I’m new to this.”
“As if that wasn’t obvious,” Noctis thought.
“Well! I should be going! Nice meeting you, citizen!” Prompto shouted ecstatically and with a mock salute.
He shot his right hand out (his wrist bent and index and pinky finger extended) towards the top of one of the buildings around them and a string resembling a spider web shot out from the metal contraption on his wrist. He then tugged on the web and he shot up into the air, landing on the edge on the roof not-so-gracefully.
—
“Spider what?” The gruff voice of Gladiolus Amicitia rang through Prompto’s phone as he walked through the halls of the school.
“Spider-Man,” Prompto sighed, a bit exasperated that Ignis’ security guard and his new combat trainer couldn’t get a simple name right.
“I would’ve went with something cooler, Web-Man.”
“It’s Spi-”
“HEY, ARGENTUM!” A booming voice sneered.
Prompto groaned and turned his attention down the hall, where he spotted the quarterback of the football team and his bully, Loqi Tummelt. Prompto quickly muttered a quick “I’ll call you back” to Gladio and hung up. He watched as Loqi walked over and towered above him with a smirk on his face.
“Who were you talking to, Loser? Your mother? Are you trying to get her to take you home?” He snickered.
Prompto did nothing but let him throw his insults at him. Loqi then raised his fist, ready to punch the living daylight out of Prompto. But just like with what happened with Noctis, the tingling at the base of his skull returned, time slowed down, and Prompto dodged Loqi’s punch before he could even process it. Loqi’s fist slammed into the locker with a loud bang and all noise in the hallway ceased to exist as all eyes were now on them.
“OW!” Loqi screamed, proceeding to turn to Prompto with anger in his eyes. “YOU’RE DEAD, FREAK!”
He threw another punch and Prompto dodged with ease. He threw another, Prompto dodged again. Every punch he threw Prompto would dodge like it was nothing. Soon he was backed against a wall and Loqi chuckled, hurling his fist back to throw the next punch as a crowd of chanting teenagers formed around them. But right as he threw it, Prompto jumped off from the wall and did a front flip over Loqi, landing perfectly on his feet behind him as he punched the wall and broke his hand. Prompto turned just as he felt the tingling sensation grow stronger. He caught Loqi’s other fist just inches of it colliding with his face. Loqi tried to move it but Prompto seemed to have superhuman strength, as Loqi’s fist was trapped in his grasp. The chanting turned into gasps as Prompto threw Loqi over his shoulder, slamming him onto the hallway tile.
Prompto took this as his chance to run. So he did. He ran out of the hallway and stopped once he reached the middle of the courtyard. He noticed that he wasn’t out of breath, so that confirmed his superhuman stamina. And that little stunt that happened back there confirmed his superhuman strength and superhuman reflexes. But what was that tingling sensation at the base of his skull that he got every time someone went to lay a hand on him? If it was a newfound power, then he better name it. ‘Spider-Sense’ will do the trick.
—
“CURSE THE SIX!” Ardyn screamed as he knocked over numerous vials of chemicals on his lab table.
He looked into a mirror on his wall and growled once he gazed into his own amber eyes. He hurled his fist back and punched the mirror, shattering it into pieces.
“You couldn’t even impress Sylvia Nox Fleuret with your chemical invention. No. Instead it had to BLOW UP IN YOUR FACE!” He continued.
A ding coming from a nearby machine was heard. He walked over to it and open the small hatch, smoke pouring out from it. He smirked and chuckled to himself as he pulled out a small device shaped like a pumpkin with a standard Jack O’ Lantern carving.
“They’ll see. They’ll all see. No one will be able to surpass my beloved invention. Especially my Pumpkin Bombs,” he spoke.
He turned to a glass case and gazed at the suit inside. It was purple and green with the purple consisting of a tunic, gloves, and boots as the green consisted of metal sleeves and pants. The most notable portion of the suit was the mask. It too was green and purple, but the green resembled that of a hideous mythical goblin while the purple was a standard elf hat. Below was metal glider colored a dark silver and a brown satchel just waiting to be filled with evil inventions.
Ardyn laughed once more. “Green Goblin will be unstoppable.”
I LOVE THIS!!!! Can’t wait for more, if you turn this into a series!! 😀
Prompto struggles between keeping his superhero identity a secret and balancing his free time with the only friends he’s ever known. Mastering his abilities and keeping the peace with Gladio and Ignis turns out to be harder than he thought. What will he do when Noctis finds out?
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence including but not limited to – blood, bruises, and injuries in general. proceed with caution.
Word Count: over 4k
Pairings: Some initial Promnis (because I couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry)
for the amazing @destiny-islanders and her wonderful spidey-prom au. also tagging @mistletien@brosura and @danielkesslers . A thousand thank you’s for beta reading and critiquing my work. I could not have done this without you.
((I hope no one minds the angst in this one. I know Spider-Man!Prompto is a comical au, but I feel like with the kind of danger Prompto’s getting himself into, it’s only natural that he’d come to blows with his friends because of his activities.))
Running was easy. He liked running. Getting up each day before the sun to go for a jog was his way of getting into shape, his way of making a mark, of casting off his old skin and jumping into a new one on the way to a better lifestyle. Now, as Gladio and Ignis so naggingly put it since getting bitten by that damnable spider, he has responsibilities. He has obligations. If he’s going to take this superhero thing seriously, he’s going to have to do more than just ‘go for a run.’ Especially if he insisted on prancing around in the dead of night in a baggy sweatshirt with the intent to pummel Insomnia’s criminals into a pancake.
Gladio took up the mantle of Prompto’s personal trainer and started him on a regular schedule of hand-to-hand combat, self-defense, and strength training in the comfort of his own apartment. At the end of each session, Prompto wobbled home feeling like the human equivalent of a boxing bag, but Gladio would hear no word of it. He had to be Ready. He had to do this Right. ’You can’t just rely on your powers for everything,’ Gladio’s words repeated over and over in his head. ’You go into this without even knowing the basics of a punch and you’re gonna get knocked on your ass faster than you think.’
It wasn’t like Prompto didn’t want to take this seriously. Of course he was serious about this. The whole superhero thing was his idea, after all. Gladio and Ignis were just bystanders, not to mention the ones who cleaned up his wounds the first couple times he came trudging back to their apartments caked in blood, exhibiting multiple fractures in his arms, and swaying on the spot like a cracked piñata. To say he was still in his rookie stage would be an understatement. This is what you get for trying to take on six guys by yourself, Argentum, he scolded himself.
All the same, he persisted. Prompto called it fate. Gladio called it a fluke, then a gamble, and then a curse. Ignis called him a ‘bumbling fool.’ Deep down Prompto knew they were only looking out for him and didn’t want him to get hurt — or worse, killed, but it bothered him more on the surface that they thought he was incompetent and was going to screw it all up somehow. He knew he was accident-prone. He knew he didn’t always have his head on straight, but give him a little credit? At least the police weren’t coming around asking questions.
“Don’t make me have to open the newspaper one morning and find your mangled corpse on the front page, you bloody imbecile,” Ignis said to him one afternoon whilst chopping a head of cauliflower for their soup. From his sitting position on Ignis’s kitchen counter, Prompto craned his neck — an action that sent a shock of electrical pain through his spine and down his shoulder, causing him to wince. He caught a glimpse of the knife his companion was using; it was sharp, but not nearly as sharp as the clipped syllables rolling off of Ignis’s tongue as he brought the knife down — hard — on the vegetable, and tossed the cut pieces into the pot with enough force to punctuate his point to his foolish friend. The impact of the cauliflower hitting the bottom made Prompto startle and almost tumble onto Ignis’s tiles if he hadn’t caught himself in time.
Ignis had trouble keeping track of his escapades and couldn’t be bothered to keep a tally. His seventh? Eighth venture? They all seemed to flow into each other. That his friend insisted on assaulting armed men before he could even shoot a web in the right direction aggravated Ignis to no end. Prompto managed to stop a bank robbery and fled the scene to Ignis’s apartment before he drew too much attention to himself. He chose Ignis as his sanctuary because it was the closest hiding place nearby to tend to his wounds, and to be perfectly honest he didn’t feel like getting barked at by Gladio for getting blood on his carpet again. Ignis took him in with a pitying shake of his head. Prompto still remembered the conversation now as the garlic in Ignis’s cast iron pot sizzled on the stove beside him.
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“This is your costume?”
Ignis’ voice rang almost shrilly in the small apartment complex, but Prompto was far too busy checking out the newest wounds to his body to pay much attention to what the man was saying – instead, he puffed out his chest and propped his hands on his hips, admiring the new slim and toned muscles that stood out starkly in the bad lighting.
“It sure is!” Prompto replied boldly, eyes squinting as pride welled in his chest.
So what if those thugs had landed a few hits and made him look like a bruised potato – he’d totally won in the end.
“It’s a cotton sweatshirt.” Ignis replied flatly, his widened eyes were evidence of his complete horror of the aspect as he held up the tattered garment of clothing.
“It’s not just a sweatshirt,” The blond replied, a small pout forming on his face as spun on his feet to swipe away the bloody clothes. “It’s my identity. Every superhero needs one.” He explained readily, ruffling out the sweater to examine the newest tears and ruffles. “It’s a part of me now.” He dramatically hugged the cloth to his chest, a small smirk forming on the edge of his lips as he thought about his most recent venture –
…that…hadn’t gone…exactly as planned…
But he’d still won!
Prompto could visibly see Ignis roll his eyes from the side, the older man reaching up a hand to adjust his glasses in an exasperated show of exhaustion. “Prompto, do you believe the police simply roll out of bed in the morning and seek out the local gangs in a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt? Their attire consists of at least some sort of protection – a bullet proof vest -”
“Pah -” Prompto interrupted with a scoff, waving a hand in front of him. “Last time I checked, cops can’t climb up freaking walls and lift a car without breakin’ a sweat.” The blond propped his hands on his hips and shot Ignis a wink, which the man returned with a twitch of his eyebrow that Prompto had quickly come to realize was onset to a migraine. “‘Sides,” he waved a hand as he tossed back the article of clothing, “I need my costume to be flexible, ya know – gotta make way for these babies.”
Another eye twitch followed when Prompto flexed his arms in the white tank top he was now donning, though he let out a sharp hiss of pain as he grabbed at his newly bandaged arm.
“How formidable.” Ignis replied dully, shaking his head as he stared down at the sweater.
“So are ya gonna sew it or not? I’m probably gonna need it by tomorrow. Duty calls, ya know.”
Ignis’s hands flopped down in front of him as he stared deadpan at the younger man. “You’re not seriously going to do this again -” Ignis cut himself off as he slapped a hand to his forehead before scrubbing it dramatically down his face. “Prompto – you’ve barely a grasp on your abilities, why on earth you are so eager to get yourself killed!?”
“‘Cause a superhero’s work is never done! It’s like Cor said -” He cleared his throat and straightened up to mimic the man, “With great power comes great responsibility. And uh – I’ve got great power now – so might as well be greatly responsible with it and kick some bad guy butt!”
The sound of the buzzing cars outside the tiny apartment complex was the only sound audible as Ignis’s green eyes bore holes into Prompto’s own, and the young man couldn’t help but fidget nervously under the gaze.
After a moment a long, very Ignis-y sigh escaped from the older man’s mouth, the glasses on his face sliding down slightly as he once again stared at the sweater that might as well have been a piece of trash for all the way that he regarded it.
“I cannot believe you’ve worn this for the last three months and survived.” Green-eyes flashed up to Prompto as he held up the sweater. “You’re either brilliant and sufficient, or incredibly stupid and lucky. My bet is on the ladder.” Almond lips pressed together as he made his way over to the small dresser drawer that held various needles and thread.
“Orrr – just super awesome -”
“Or perhaps an utter moron -”
“Could a moron do this!?”
“Do – WHA -”
Ignis’s voice was immediately cut off when Prompto skipped over to where he was and effortlessly braced a hand under his back and on his thighs, effortlessly pushing against them to lift the man above his head with a loud laugh.
“Howd’ya like that – eh, Ignis!?”
“PROMPTO! Put me down this INSTANT!” Was his friend’s immediate retort, the struggle that he was giving against him making Prompto’s arms quiver slightly – but not nearly enough to undo his hold.
Prompto barked out another laugh, keeping his arms locked even as Ignis squirmed above him. “Not such a moron now, huh?”
“Prompto Argentum, I swear to the Astrals if you do not set me down in two seconds -!”
“Alright, alright -”
Prompto heard Ignis yelp slightly when the younger man released his grip entirely, stepping back just enough so that he could catch Ignis in his waiting arms, dodging a swipe to his head before he set the man back down on his feet.
“You ever do such a thing again…” Ignis huffed, shooting him a vicious glare as he straightened out his ruffled sleeves.
The blond chuckled, stepping his way back over to the mirror, “So how’s about it – gonna help me? Wanna be my sidekick?” Prompto chippered as if he hadn’t just lifted the taller, more muscular man like a dumbbell. He rubbed his arm slightly as the slight strain had flared the ache in his bruised muscles.
A scoff followed the remark, “I’ll have to pass, thank you.” Ignis replied with a knowing glare in his direction, but, regardless, proceeded to pick up the needle and thread that was situated on the dresser.
“Whelp – position is open if you ever wanna apply!” Prompto replied with a happy smile, turning back to face the mirror.
He wish he could say that the muscles that he now admired in the mirror before him were from the months of hard work, and to be honest, he had been working hard to improve himself for a while now, but this type of improvement wasn’t exactly his doing.
Three months ago was when everything changed. Everything.
He’d been a scrawny kid three months ago – lacking confidence to approach anyone…especially a certain prince-like classmate of his that he’d admired since grade school. It’s not as though they hadn’t known about each other, and Prompto had managed to muster the courage to say hello and introduce himself on the first day of high school, but it was only recently that he’d felt that they’d made significant strides in their relationship when Prompto finally gained the confidence to make it a point to become his friend – and it was going very well.
Prompto was suddenly very glad that Ignis was focused on sewing the sweatshirt as a noticeable flush crawled up the blond’s neck and face – no wait – his entire body.
He’d decided to return the favor the gods had, for some reason, chosen to give him and fight evil in the world in repayment for this new life he was living – and well…yeah that part needed some work, but he was doing his best! Just tonight he’d managed to stop a robbery of a sweet older lady. The thugs hadn’t seen him coming at all – but, unfortunately, Prompto was still a bit shabby when it came to the fighting…so he’d taken home a few bruises and cuts as souvenirs, but he’d still beat their asses, called the cops, and saved the day.
Though, if it wasn’t for Ignis he probably would be in way worse shape – the man was pretty good at dressing his wounds. Ignis had found out about a week ago who he truly was…how the man was able to see through him he’d never know. Prompto still wasn’t sure he believed Ignis’s reasoning of “you’ve been behaving oddly. It seemed the most likely conclusion” – it was like he just knew. Maybe Ignis had his own spidey-sense – either way, despite that, tonight was the first night that Ignis had seen his outfit –
Psh. Who cared what he thought. His outfit was awesome. And…yeah no one would know that was him…right?
If he kept up like this, trained himself a bit – he was certain he’d become an awesome comic book superhero in no time – how hard could it be?
He shook his head, smiling to himself.
He couldn’t believe he was actually having these thoughts.
Three months ago…yeah – everything had changed.
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Three months ago:
Prompto’s hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the large city around him, eyes squinting slightly at the morning sun that shone brightly down upon the research facility. The group of his high school classmates milled around the entrance to the building, waiting for instruction from their teacher, Mr. Weskham, to allow them in to begin the tour of the arachnid center they were about to visit.
To be honest, he didn’t really care too much about that, he was just hoping that a certain friend of his didn’t over sleep the field trip today.
He adjusted his glasses with his hand as he looked around, bouncing excitedly on his feet as the anticipation to get inside chewed at him.
He loved this stuff. He didn’t like spiders too much…but the tech inside was going to blow his mind – he could feel it. Maybe he’d even get a chance to browse one of their computers – maybe log away a few notes for the one that he was currently building himself.
Psh. Noct was right. He really was a technophile.
Ah, speak of the devil.
Prompto chuckled to himself as he briefly saw what must have been a knowing exchange between him and his father as they talked behind the windows of the flashy car, and a second later the door opened and out stepped Noct – also known as the Prince of Insomnia Inc. He saw the young man toss his dad a look over his shoulder as he straightened out his backpack, and it was with a roll of his eyes that he turned back to make his way up the stairs and away from the car.
Prompto was satisfied to see Noct’s face noticeably morph into something softer and – well – less annoyed as he trotted up the stairs. Prompto tossed him a happy wave which Noct returned with a nod.
“Heyaz!” The blond piped cheerily, his heart thudding in a familiar sense of excitement at the sight of the handsome face.
“Hey.” Noct responded with an easy smile, the typical mellowness of his tone somehow sending another spike of adrenaline through his heart.
“Ready to check out some creepy crawlies?” Prompto wiggled his fingers at the dark-haired teen’s face before he adjusted the camera strap around his neck, falling into a steady pace beside Noct as they walked up the stairs.
“I’m more ready to take a nap.”
“Dude, the lecture hasn’t even started yet.”
Noct let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms out on either side of him. “Exactly.”
Prompto chuckled, pausing slightly as he lifted the camera up to his face to snap a picture of the large building.
Field trip day was always interesting, especially when it involved checking out the nastiest things on earth – Prompto hated bugs, hated them. But he couldn’t deny that he was somewhat fascinated by them as well. Just because they were ugly didn’t mean they couldn’t be interesting, and besides, he was more interested in the technology they were bound to see in the research facility.
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“Dude…this is the most advanced electron microscope on the Eastern Seaboard…” Prompto’s voice dripped with awe as he stared wide-eyed at the giant device in front of him, his hands fumbling with the camera to snap a few pictures.
“Wow.” Noct mumbled from beside him, clearly disinterested as they followed the voice of the woman ahead of them.
“For example, the delena spider, family sparassidae, has the ability to jump to catch its prey.”
“Eww…” Noct whispered, though his disgust clearly gave way to his curiosity as he leaned forward to observe the spider that the woman was talking about, head tilting as he noticed the little bug do exactly what she described as it jumped from one small twig to the next in its cage.
Prompto chuckled, though he stepped up next to Noct and lifted his camera to his face.
“For the school paper?” Prompto asked, eyes questioning as he looked up at the lecturer.
She offered him a side smile and nodded in permission.
He angled the camera so that he was able to zoom in on the little arachnid – but he grunted when he felt himself shoved from behind, the picture he was about to take snapped a lovely, blurry picture of the small hide instead of the spider.
Prompto furrowed his brows as he looked behind him, noting the obviously satisfied sneer of the blond that stood behind him.
Loqi.
“Leave him alone.” Noct snarled, glaring vehemently at the other blond.
“Or what?” One of Loqi’s lackeys lip curled in challenge.
“Or his father will fire your father.” Loqi sneered, shoving Noct slightly as he got into his face. “What’s daddy gonna do – sue me?”
Prompto almost jumped forward when he noticed Noct’s fist twitch at his side – but he was saved the trouble of holding him back when the dirty-blond was suddenly grabbed by the arm as Mr. Weskham pulled him back, shooting the both of them a harsh glare.
“What is going on?” He hissed, glaring at all four of them. When no one answered, his voice darkened in seriousness. “The next person who talks will fail this course. Understood?”
The four remained silent, but Prompto’s heart skipped a beat when Noct reached behind him and grabbed his arm, pulling him forward and away from the small scene.
“Tsch.” The dark-haired teen scoffed, releasing Prompto’s arm as they made their way around the shelves.
“Those guys are jerks.” Prompto mumbled from beside him, earning a very Noct-like smile in return.
He loved those smiles.
“Yeah.” He mumbled, taking a breath as he looked around them.
Prompto watched as Noct milled around in front of him, bending slightly to look at the small collection of spiders that were neatly stacked in the plastic caging. “Yuuuucckkk…”
Prompto chuckled at the noise, but lifted his camera regardless. “Hey -”
Noct turned to face him, eyebrow quirking when he noticed the camera.
“I need one with a student in it.” Violet-blue eyes sparkled when Noct smiled, making a show of adjusting his tie.
“Don’t make me look ugly.” Noct said, eyes half-lidded with a small smirk as he propped an arm up on the small shelf.
Prompto could feel the heat bloom in his cheeks as he chuckled smally, looking shyly down at his camera as he readied it. “Oh, that’s impossible.” He almost hoped Noct hadn’t heard him, but the smile that his friend gave was evidence enough that he had. “Alrighty…” The blond stepped back slightly, angling the camera by his blushing face so that he captured a good view of the microscope and various arachnids with Noct by the side.
Prompto chuckled as Noct smiled easily for the shot, and he clicked the camera several times to snap the picture. “Alriiigghhhttt -” The blond’s face lit up in another bright smile as Noct posed again, pointing to the various spiders next to him. He knew the pictures he was taking now weren’t necessarily of the spiders or microscope…
Heh. These ones didn’t necessarily have to be in the school paper…
“Argentum! Caelum!”
Prompto and Noct’s head whipped over to where Weshkham stood, arms folded against his chest. They could see the rest of the class a good distance ahead of them.
Noct shot Prompto a look before he reluctantly moved ahead, and Prompto rapidly scrambled to put the cover back on the lens before he made to follow –
“YEEOW!”
The liquid fire pain that shot through Prompto’s hand in that instant was enough to send him stumbling back as his hand whipped back from the sudden, intense pain that tore through it. His face contorted into shock as he grasped at his hand, looking down to see a red circle surrounding white, blotchy skin – with two small dots in the center. His heart beat rapidly as he looked down at the ground – just in time to see a tiny spot of an oddly colored spider scramble away underneath a nearby shelf.
“Shit…” He breathed, brows pinching as the pain circling the bite mark dulled to something hot and numb.
“Chop, chop, Prompto!”
The blond’s head whipped up as he saw Noct a small ways away from him, waving him over with a patient smile.
He waved his hand once, hoping that it would alleviate some of the pain, but Noct’s smile was drawing him forward, and he donned an easy smile as he skipped his way towards his friend –
Doing his very best to ignore the sickening feeling pooling in his stomach and the small pain that was trickling up his arm.
Little did he know that from that moment on, his destiny had completely changed.
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Shit, shit, shit…
Hitched breaths escaped between bloody lips, which curled a moment later as another intense flare of pain seared through the cracked ribs that a bruised arm curled tightly around.
Whelp. That hadn’t gone well.
Prompto’s face twisted into a grimace as he stumbled forward, one hand wrapped firmly around his torso while the other braced nearly all his weight against the brick wall. He could feel the trickle of blood run down his face from the cut in his head, and every time he moved his mouth he felt as though the bones in his nose were grinding against one another. He knew for sure those thugs had done something to his knee – the crowbar hadn’t exactly been friendly when it came down full force upon it.
The blond groaned, looking up through swollen eyes up at the moonlit sky, noting with increasing alarm how badly his vision was swimming.
Shit. He’d really done it now.
Taking on the mob base was probably not the smartest thing he’d ever done, but to his credit he’d managed to retrieve the stolen money, but the moment he’d returned it and swung his way out of plain sight – it was then that he realized that he was in really bad shape. He’d managed to crash his way into an abandoned alley, the adrenaline from the latest fight fading away and leaving him a bruised and bloody mess that could barely walk straight.
Or walk at all.
A sharp yelp tore from Prompto’s lips as he put a bit too much weight on his ruined leg, and he crashed forward as the jolting agony ripped through him.
Face twisted into a mask of pain, Prompto clutched at his torso, feeling the cracked ribs grind against each other as he attempted to straighten himself – he wasn’t sure if he was going to pass out from the pain of it, or from the fact that he couldn’t breathe as he attempted to stand to his feet.
“Sh-it…” He gasped, squinting up at the far end of the alley as he held himself in place.
He could see people milling about, but – yeah he couldn’t go anywhere near them. And gods knew he wasn’t going to be able to go to a hospital – that’d only end in his secret being blown as well. He really had no idea what to do. But he needed to get somewhere...somewhere where he could tend to his injuries…
…where was he, even? Was he close to Ignis’s place? Would fate be that kind?
Prompto took in a shuddering breath as he reached into the small compartment by his side, bloody, trembling hands unzipping the pouch so that he could reach in and pull out his phone. One eye was entirely swollen shut at this point, but he could blurrily make out the contacts in his phone, and navigating through it by heart, he clicked on the GPS app, and sifted through the contacts to check the nearest home, praying to the gods he was somewhat close to Ignis –
No. Not by a long shot – but…
Prompto sucked in a sharp breath as he weighed the options – staring at the name as if it held the answer he was looking for.
Gladiolus Amicitia. He was the closest – like really close. Like around the corner.
But – could he trust him…? He’d been friends with Noct for such a long time, he was even friends with Ignis! – and yeah, it was through Noct that he and Gladio got to know each other, but they weren’t exactly close friends…
…did he really have a choice? He needed to get somewhere – anywhere.
His mind was barely in a place to make proper decisions, and he decided that he’d take the risk – or he’d die.
That was really the only outcome he could see at this point.
Tapping his thumb against Gladio’s name, the GPS, popped up with a quick route to his home – just a block and half away.
He could do this. He had to. He wasn’t going to make it much longer if he didn’t.
Gathering up the last bit of his willpower, Prompto withheld a shout as agony seared through his entire body as he forced himself to his feet. He shook his head – immediately regretting it as his head pounded with pain – and began to follow the route to Gladio’s apartment.
It hadn’t taken long – but it might as well have been years before he finally stumbled his way through the alley to the backside of the apartments. Luckily, he’d been to Gladio’s place before, so he knew exactly where to go…
The only problem was that this was going to take some serious spidey-crawling abilities…and currently he could barely walk.
But to not be seen – he had to do this.
The backside of the building was situated snugly between another, so it was unlikely that anyone would see him if he crawled his way through the back – and Gladio’s apartment was nice and conveniently on the third floor.
“Damn…” Prompto winced as he dragged himself forward in between the two buildings. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to use his other leg…but he could make it…he had to.
Shaking hands reached out and placed themselves on the wall, and slowly began to lift himself off the ground.
Prompto couldn’t withhold the shout of pain that flared in his ribs, legs, arms – everywhere as he began to make his way up, but he persisted, clenching his jaw as he crawled his way up the wall, each movement nearly sending him crashing down as agony tore through his limbs.
It felt as though hours had passed before he’d finally managed to find the window he was looking for – and as he came up beside it, he could definitely see this was Gladio’s place – the kitchen window was sealed shut – but he could see the various stacks of Cup Noodle cases lining the side of the kitchen counters.
Yeah. Definitely Gladio’s place.
Prompto’s breath hitched as he reached out a hand to tug at the window – and unsurprisingly, it was locked.
Shit.
He knew he didn’t have a choice, with a harsh tug that would have been just a small bit of exerted strength for him but was excessive for the window – he broke the locks with a loud CLACK – and sloppily shoved the window upwards and punched in the screen – which also landed on the kitchen floor with a painfully loud noise.
Breaking in at two 2 am to a small apartment on the outside of town – man…if he didn’t know any better he would say that his most definitely looked like a –
Prompto’s masked face shot upwards as his spidey-senses flared – and a moment later the hulking form of a man dashed around the kitchen corner, eyes blazing even in the dim light as he stared in shock.
Oh…shit.
He’d forgotten to take off his mask.
Prompto’s entire body tensed in fear and defensiveness – and he could safely say he was more terrified of Gladio’s raging eyes and twisted face than he had been with the twenty men that had beaten him before.
This was the face of someone who was all too ready and capable of dismembering you bit by bit.
It was then that Prompto noticed the object in Gladio’s hand – and he could only squeak in terror as the man began to slowly, deliberately make his way forward –
Oh…GODS –
“You picked the wrong house, motherfucker -”
Prompto wasn’t sure he’d ever seen such insane rage in someone’s eyes before as Gladio raised the club above his head –
“GLADIO – WAIT!”
Prompto thanked every Astral above that he had finally managed to croak out the yell, but his vision swam dangerously as the simple motion of holding out a hand became a feat of pure will, and his laborious breaths filled the silence between them as Gladio’s brows furrowed into something close to shock and disbelief – the club still suspended over his head as the seconds ticked on.
Eventually, the man’s brown eyes blinked rapidly, confusion replacing the shock as he lowered the club. “Huh…?”
Prompto’s breaths were becoming less and less easy to take in, his hand flopped to the side, bracing his swaying body against the sill of the window before he looked back up at the large man. “It’s…” the blond couldn’t even finish the sentence – his vision was spotting.
“Holy shit -” Gladio suddenly moved forward, the club clanking loudly as he dropped it at his side before he reached out a hand –
And tore off his mask.
“Prompto!?”
That was the last thing Prompto recalled before his vision blacked as he finally gave in.
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The world sped by Prompto so fast he was surprised that he could actually see straight.
The goggles certainly helped with that, but it was doing little to quell the rapid pounding in his heart as he shot out a wrist to the next building, snagging the side with the web as he propelled himself forward.
He could not believe this was actually happening.
He’d known Noct was always a target of choice considering his dad’s wealth, but for this to actually happen because of that was something that was nightmare fuel – and currently Prompto wished that he could just smack right into one of the buildings he was jumping across and wake up from it.
But no. This was real. Terrifyingly real.
Noct had been kidnapped and was being held ransom by a group of thugs that had thought this would be a quick way to earn some cash.
Boy, were they in for a surprise.
Well – at least Prompto hoped so.
He just prayed that his training with Gladio was going to pay off, because the last time he’d taken on a group of that amount of men…well…
Yeah that didn’t end well, and he could not afford to let that happen again. Not when Noct’s life was on the line.
Ravus is an undercover cop in this AU. He’s UC on a local level, so his operations generally last a few months at a time. Prompto thinks Ravus is actually part of a gang for a while, because obviously he has no contacts in the police department and is just starting out, so he takes a lot of things at face value.
So when Prom tries to bust a weapons deal at the docks (he’s very proud of how he found out about it– interrogated a would-be bank robber with some high-end tech to find its source), he handles Ravus like any other street thug. Gives him a shiner, knocks him out cold, strings him up from the rafters or a boathouse until the cops cut him down.
It’s not until Luna confides with Prompto and Noctis in secret (since obviously this stuff is super confidential and she probably shouldn’t even know about it– but Ravus needed to VENT) that Ravus had been attacked by Spider-Man that Prom realizes his mistake!! OOPS! He’s sitting there mentally punching himself while Luna wishes Spider-Man hadn’t done that, since now Ravus is wary of him and doesn’t approve of his vigilante justice. She has no idea that Spider-Man is sitting right next to her, hating himself for messing up so bad!
But tbh, I prefer Prompto to be the only super-powered one in this AU! The rest of the Chocobros are his friends that he tries to keep his alter-ego a secret from… but they find out anyway hahahahaha! And once they do, they do their best to support him!
Rambling headcanons about the roles of the Chocobros in the Spider-Man AU under the cut!
“You’re either brilliant and sufficient, or incredibly stupid and lucky. My bet is on the latter.” Almond lips pressed together as he made his way over to the small dresser drawer that held various needles and thread.
So I found and really liked @destiny-islanders ’s prompto design and basically the whole spiderman au and yeah. I haven’t drawn prompto in a while either so this was fun
Tfw you mix up the promptos prompts for two of the days of Prompto Week and scramble to post the right doodle in time but it’s okay because it’s been a while since you’ve doodled Spidey-Prom and you Missed Him
Your ask inspired me to doodle Prompto’s “for-real” Spidey costume hahaha! I kind of combined Spider-Gwen’s costume with the Scarlet Spider’s and Spider-Man’s from the new PS4 game!
Hi everyone! I have leftovers from my first run of the FFXV chibi sweets. The pro-orders have already gone out and arrived to those who ordered, but there are still a couple more looking for homes! If you got a sweet tooth for the chocobros, consider dropping by here to get your hands on one!
completely double spaced version on google docs here – this post is more blocky for the sake of people’s dashboards, but still long so people will be less likely to glaze over it. my apologies if that makes it hard to read
things to look for and avoid in an autistic character
• symptoms only manifesting as “nonverbal and rocking”
• super smart / living calculator
• super dumb / doesn’t understand anything
• all the symptoms you can come up with for them are “awkward” and “has special interest(s)” (please do more research)
• trains, technology, and/or math as special interests
• acting like a child
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getting treated like a baby
• unreasonably cruel and uncaring about others’ reactions to them being cruel
• if they’re comparable to sheldon from the big bang theory, start over
• animal comparisons
• a lack of feelings
• please no stories about what it’s like to be autistic told by allistics
talking about things outside of special interests (again…. come on……….) (special interests are usually the default things our brains go to when theres no stimulation or we want to entertain ourselves – it isn’t literally all we think or talk about ever. if a conversation has no connections to a special interest, reconsider having your autistic character bring it up in a context that is not an introduction.)
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explicitly expressed to be capable of attraction and romantic feelings – if your character is an adult, add sexual feelings to this point
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capable of general functioning, just with a disability that makes it more difficult – not a walking disability (….sigh)
• a wide amount of feelings and emotional turmoil (but perhaps only being able to express it in limited ways)
• we’re people
• just people whose brains are wired differently
things to avoid in research for an autistic character
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autism moms / autism blogs and websites not run by autistic people
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any affiliation with autism $peaks means you should walk away and never look back
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a scientist trying to create explanations for what autistic people do without actually asking / not mentioning asking autistic people
• anything about a cure for autism
• a person that “worked with autistic kids” phrased in the same way as “worked with animals”
• talking about autistic people as if they are mysteries, are like animals, or are otherwise othered weirdos instead of people
things to look for in research for an autistic character
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actual autistic people talking about their experiences and symptoms
• just stick to that and you’re good but it’s hard to find sometimes ngl. just look for the above red flags
things i would personally like to see in an autistic character
• less easy to swallow sadness and more destructive anger. i would love to see a canonically autistic character who was frustrated easily by small things and had trouble communicating why •
not a story about being autistic, a story that happens to have a character or characters who are autistic – it isn’t pointed out or questioned, they’re right at home with the rest of the cast and not othered (a la symmetra from overwatch) •
intensive sensory issues / small sounds making large reactions • clear communications about not liking x sensory thing (for example being touched) •
poor motor skills / clumsiness and not being laughed at for it • walking funny (body bent downwards, walking very fast, walking slowly,
big strides, shuffling, stiffness, etc) – no one treats it as if it’s funny or something totally strange • a big personality that has a presence so they can’t be cast aside (but feel free to have quiet characters too) – if this was along with being nonverbal they would probably leap to being one of my favorite characters ever • a fear of asking for clarification on sarcasm or jokes because of past experiences and an arc about the character becoming more comfortable asking questions
>> if any fellow autistic people want to add something, feel free <<
I’ve been sitting on this ask for a while and I decided I might as well give it some thought now, when I’m not in the best condition to doodle and have some time on my hands!
Here we go.
So let’s talk about what the boys are doing outside of Eos (because I highly doubt Eos is going to be a world).
The boys’ mission is simple: find Royal Arms so that Noctis can gain the power to reclaim his throne.
Sora and the gang can run into the boys at a hub world, like Radiant Garden or Twilight Town
Or the chocobros can be traveling all over, either finding multiple weapons in multiple Disney worlds, or searching all over the place for just one.
Thinking about them sneaking around trying to protect the world order is just as much fun as imagining them just rushing in and meddling in everything
Okay like imagine this: Sora meets the chocobabs in Hollow Bastion… then finds them skulking around while he’s in various Disney worlds.
Sora finds the chocobros stowing away on the Ulysses when he’s in the Atlantis world THAT I AM DESPERATELY HOPING IS IN KH3. He sneaks them food from the mess hall because… whatever. They got their angle, we got ours?
(Does Ignis blow the boys’ cover because Cookie’s cooking Does Things to his culinary sensibilities? HMMMM.)
Prompto darting out of his hiding place in the toy store in the Toy Story world to punt tiny Heartless away from Sora and the others. Then ducking back into the storeroom to help search for Royal Arms-related clues
Noctis joining Sora on his journey up to Olympus because maybe the gods will be able to point him in the right direction? I mean, he’s got experience dealing with gods? Maybe this will work?
But what if the Chocobros are Gullwing-sized?
Unlike the Gullwings in KH2, the chocoboys are Very Much Aware that this is Not Normal
Maybe a curse? Can Sora do anything to help them break it???
The law of conservation could be very fun here…
Gladio, don’t sit on Sora’s shoulder, you will literally crush him beneath your weight.
Noctis sending Heartless FLYING because he is still just as powerful when he’s this size
The chocobros could be super helpful in a hub world
Ignis is helpful in the synthesis shop– he can create items with fewer ingredients or upgrade existing items
Gladio could be the physical equivalent of Merlin in KH1– combat training!
Noctis will be a floating rumor mill since he’s made his rounds around the town to learn as much as he can about the Royal Arms. And I don’t want to reduce this kid to a fishing mini-game prompt buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut
Prompto’s able to help with recon because of his size– floating over Heartless swarms or enemy bases and snapping photos to capture their movements
What would happen if he got caught in the act? Hmm!!! :O
Very Important Things
Sora and Prompto are such good friends. SUCH GOOD FRIENDS. SELFIES!!!!
Donald and Ignis actually get along pretty well through their common ability to Sass Their Friends
Noctis and Goofy are united in their love of naps…
Gladio and Leon DO NOT GET ALONG VERY WELL UH-OH (Assuming Radiant Garden is the hub world)
I Think about@destiny-islanders Crossover a lot. I have a lot of thoughts on it and not nearly enough time to draw them all out. There’s just so much to love about their comics, their humor, and especially their art style. Seriously, the clothing DI designs are ridiculously cool, and I love the eye thing they do. A few headcanons below.
AHHH!! I Love this!! Your art style is amazing!! And your headcanons had me grinning from ear to ear!! This made a pretty bad week so wonderful. Thank you!!!! ;u;
*Noctis brings in the last boxes from the move, something falls out of the box and shatters*
Noctis: Ah shit…
Ignis: *gasps and covers Sora’s ears* Noctis Lucis Caelum. Not in front of the child!
Sora: Ignis… I’m 17…
*Ignis ignores Sora still covering his ears*
Noctis: Ah jeez, my bad… I still forget we’ve a kid in the house. *He smirks as Sora glares at him*
Omg @roseshine76 I love this idea!! Like even though Sora is only a couple years younger than Noct and Prompto, the boys tease him about it like he’s ten years old…
Cue Iris and Sora uniting in their struggle of being babied by this pack of dudely mother hens.
(This is probably going to inspire a doodle ngl hahahaha! I love your ideas!!)
I’ve been meaning to draw my favorite chocofloof with my favorite dorkupine… Finally doodled something I was happy with! I’d love to see Prompto and Sora meet in a future KH game… Nomura pls…
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