Gone Fishing - F!Reader x Noctis
Here we have it, guys. After two weeks, many hours, and over 6,000 words we have a sexy angsty tearful delight. Get ready to cry some horny tears and then some regular sad tears. Just to throw out a warning, this is SUPER NSFW and also REALLY SAD. At least to me, ok. I’m sensitive and this was hard to churn out wtf was I thinking. But, in all seriousness, some pretty heavy discussions involving death take place, and there is an ash scattering. So. If that kind of stuff triggers you, this may be something you want to avoid. IF YOU’RE NOT SCARED AWAY YET, THEN PLEASE DO FOLLOW ME. I have tissues ready. Tagging some loves that may enjoy (at least the nsfw part lmao) @themissimmortal @the-lucian-archives @insomniascure @angel-dream @cupnoodle-queen
A fraught silence overtakes you as your eyes follow the headlights to Talcott’s truck. Your mind suffers disquiet. Though the eternal night’s air is cool, you find your palms to be dampening at the sight of the truck growing nearer. Prompto is pacing—a straight line, back and forth, over and over—beside you until the familiar honk of Talcott’s horn shakes everyone from their thoughts. Prompto scrambles to push the chain-link fence open and you shield your eyes from the light as the truck sputters to a halt in front of you.
Your arm falls back to your side as the headlights flicker off and car doors swing open. Talcott beams at you, looking absolutely ecstatic. A meek smile plays on your lips and you acknowledge him with a nod before your gaze shifts to Noctis, who hops out of the truck with a bounce in his step. He’s dirty and unkempt, but he’s alive and right in front of you and your calm exterior betrays the feverish beat of your heart.