i love that prompto is the canon spicy food eater because it means i can take this to the logical extreme and headcanon him as that person who always thinks something is Not Spicy enough.
he’ll never say it to ignis, he’s too polite and appreciative of being able to eat good food at all, but then one day in lestallum there’s a spicy food challenge for a prize weapon or something that the bros enter and he’s just READY.
noctis is out of the competition and crying immediately because all his faves are comfort foods, he was not prepared for this. ignis lasts only a little longer and his glasses are fogging up. gladio sticks it out on principle because he doesn’t want to lose to prompto but he is tearin’ up, he is sWEATin’ and meanwhile prompto is just…there, chillin’, having a great time, honestly forgot about the competition, he’s just happy to be eating for free.
the table is on actual fire, all his friends are red and ugly crying around him, and he’s just like ‘man these are great but they could be a little spicier’
this isn’t a flattering picture, but that’s ok. it was the morning after @zombee ’s wedding, and i’d just had my first of several emotional breakthroughs. even though i look pretty rough, the cry was incredibly cathartic. for the first time in a long time, i actually felt alive instead of numb.
You watch as Thorin plays with your baby boy. It had been four years since the Battle of the Five Armies, three since you were married to Thorin, and two since you had your son, Frerin II. He looked all over Thorin, but with h/c hair and e/c eyes. He was such a blessing after all the grief.
“Is something wrong love?” Thorin asks, picking Frerin up from the carpeted floor and moving to the bed where you were currently sat. You give him a small smile.
“Of course not, love. I was just thinking about how much of a blessing you both are,” you tell him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He smiles at you and lays on the bed.
“Adad! Me want play,” Frerin grumbles, pouncing on his father’s belly. Thorin grunts and recoils. You laugh, reaching over to grab your son from doing more damage to your husband. “It’s time for bed, sweetheart,” you tell him, standing.
“I want sleep here, amad,” he tells you and you look at your husband. He shrugs and you smile. “Well I guess we can allow that,” you say and he jumps out of your arms and onto the bad. Thorin stands and the both of pull back the covers to let Frerin in and you both get into bed once he settles down.
You both move closer to him and you look at your little family. You’re little family that’ll soon come to an end.
The next day, you wander the halls, trying to look for Balin. Thorin said that he had given Balin a break today. He wasn’t as young as he used to be and deserved rest days.
You turn the corner and you bump into someone. The hand steadies you and you find Dwalin. You smile at him.
“Where’s the little one?” Dwalin asks. You usually always had Frerin with you unless it was a special occasion where one of his cousins wanted to watch him and today was that day.
“With Kili and Tauriel. Practice, you know?”
He just grunts and moves to walk pass you.
“Where’s Balin by the way. I wish to speak with him,” you ask him. “In the library. He’s supposed to be relaxing and yet he still somehow finds a way to work,” Dwalin scoffs before walking off. You roll your eyes and make your way to find Balin.
You find him easily in the back of the library, sitting at a table and reading a book on hobbits. Interesting read. You take a seat in front of him and he looks up from his book to address you.
“Hello, milady,” he says, closing the book and you glare at him. “Sorry, y/n. Force of habit,” he tells you and you shake your head. “What can I do you for?” He asks and suddenly your nerves come back. You had not even told Thorin about this. You hadn’t told anyone in fact. The only person that knows is Oin and an elf by the name of Hildrohim.
“Balin. There’s something wrong with me and I don’t know how to tell Thorin,” you start and he looks a bit confused. Last he checked, you were completely fine.
“What is it lassie? You know you can speak to me about anything,” Balin says, reaching over to grasp your hand in his. You look away as tears start gathering in your eyes.
“I-. I went to see Oin because I’ve been feeling weak for the past couple of months. Just completely tired and overwhelmed all the time. It’s like my entire body shut down. When I went to him, he gave me all these medicines and I always came back because nothing worked. He asked Thranduil for his best healer and an elf by the name of Hildrohim came and we met in Dale at Bard’s home. After doing a few examinations, he said that there was an incurable sickness within me,” you say, letting out a sob.
Balin comes over to you and pulls you into a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and his go around your waist.
“I’m dying and I don’t know how to tell Thorin or Frerin or anyone. I’m such a failure,” you hiccup.
He rubs your back.
“It’s okay, y/n. It’s completely understandable. It happens,” Balin says. “But the life that we have built together was so amazing and I’m about to rip it a part because of something I can’t control and I can’t even tell Thorin!”
“Y/n. It is like you said. This is something you can’t control and Thorin will understand,” Balin replies. “But he’s already had so much taken away from him. His home, his parents, his brother. I would hate to cause him more pain,” you sob again and he just pulls you closer. You just continue to cry into him, wishing that you had never met Thorin so you wouldn’t be able to cause him so much pain.
A throat clears and you lift your head to find Thorin. You spring apart and try to wipe your tears. Balin is wiping away a few tears of his own. He dismisses himself, patting Thorin on the back on the way out.
“How much have you heard?” You ask, sniffling. “All of it,” he replies, reaching out a hand as if to not frighten you. You take it and he pulls you into a hug and the water works start going yet again with you just apologizing over and over and over again.
He pulls back and cups your face in his hands.
“Amralime. It is not your fault. None of this is ever your fault. You have brought so much joy in my life and everyone’s life you could never disappoint me. I just wished you had told me sooner. That way, I could love you up as much as possible,” he says, eyes searching yours.
“But you have lost so much-,”
“And I have gained so much by loving you. I will always love you and I will continue to love you until the end of my days,” he tells you and you pull him into another hug, hoping and praying to Mahal that you are given more than just two months to live.
Thorins hopes and your prayers go unanswered and the Queen Under the Mountain ceased to exsist. The only happiness left for the King is his one and only child. The child that reminds him of the woman he had loved and had lost and everyday he wished their prayers hadn’t gone unanswered.
keeps a sewing kit, lint sheets, bandaids, and snacks in their bag at all times; will ask you if you've eaten between rounds; gives pep talks before finals and helps novices fill out ballots but will still make fun of you if you do something stupid; tells you they're proud of how you did after awards; most likely to use spit to smooth your hair down
tries to be encouraging sometimes but fails; always loud; brutally honest; always does well but for some reason looks pissed off during awards; most likely to make someone ugly cry while trying to be supportive
everyone loves them but they're kind of extremely annoying; super full of themselves; flamboyant af; a show-off to the end; embarrasses the entire squad on a semi-regular basis; most likely to get scolded after every tournament
too pure; nice to everyone; pretty much the human embodiment of a golden retriever; protect them; most likely to get votes in congress
will defend you in fb arguments as long as you aren't being a dick; looks like a douche but is actually the best; everyone loves them but everyone forgets about them; the person you would want to be stuck with on a deserted island; most likely to make you laugh when you're sad
could be SO GOOD if they could just slow the fuck down; all their ballots say things like "good analysis" but also say they're hard to understand; super smart but people assume they aren't; most likely to be left behind at a tournament by accident
everyone kind of hates them and wishes they would quit; overly confident; thinks they're above the law and does things that are clearly against the rules; most likely to get kicked off the squad
If only I gave a fuck:
super smart, super cute, super unmotivated; has caught five (5) articles over the course of the entire season; everyone wants to date them, everyone wants to be them; unprecedented levels of adorably awkward; most likely to have tub access revoked
When did you get here:
that one novice that just kind of slid right into the squad dynamic; does well in prelims but panics in finals; most likely to hear "wait, you're a novice? no way"
happy birthday, precious minghao♡ from a bright eyed 12 year old with big dreams to a 19 year old who’s achieving them, you’ve come so far on pure hard work and talent. we’re so proud of you. here’s to supporting you for more years and more birthdays to come. stay our cool cutie with infinite potential ∞