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Love Confessions

THE LOVE CONFESSIONS MEME

Confessions of feelings are rarely as nice and romantic as they seem in the Hollywood flicks. Sometimes, they're screamed across an empty house as someone leaves. Others, they whispered across white pillow cases as bodies lie close together in the dark. Of course, these feelings may not be returned, but it may be the only shot you have.

If you even meant to spill, anyway.

How to Play
- Comment with your character, putting your information and preferences somewhere in the comment.
- Comment to other characters. Roll the RNG to get your prompt, or pick one.
- Play out the scene and take it whatever direction you'd like.
- Be cute and fun or sad and depressing.

Prompts

1. Planned: You've been planning to tell this person how you feel, and you know exactly the way to do it.

2. Spontaneous: Uh-oh, it just slipped out! Maybe you weren't thinking, maybe it was a fight, but somehow, your secret's out.

3. Heat of the Moment: What's better than calling someone's name out in the trows of passion? Why, telling them you love them, of course!

4. The Last Time: You're coming clean with your feelings because you're dying, moving away, leaving the planet, going to war, whatever. Might as well when you'll probably never see them again.

5. Jealousy: You've seen the one you love in the arms of another, and you just have to let your feelings be known so they don't end up with the wrong person! Selfish, what's selfish?

6. Drunk: A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, so maybe you should be careful what you say, or you'll be telling your best friend you have the hots for her. Awkward.

7. Lie: You don't actually have feelings for this person, but you need them to believe that you do in order to use them, get something, or perhaps to not hurt their feelings.

8. Sweet: You confess...and they feel the same, and have wanted to say it for a while. Oh, how cute! Go on and enjoy your cute little romance.

9. One-sided: One of you confessed, but it's completely unrequited. Can you still be friends, or is that too painful?

10. Forbidden: Your love for this person is totally uncool - not allowed, even. But it has to be brought to light, preferably by you.

11. Unfulfilled: While you both love each other, you decided mutually that this can't go any further.

12. WILDCARD

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I can see him doing it with either a Greg Lestrade or a spy-type.

Edited 2017-10-25 01:54 (UTC)

[ excellent gif choice, op ]

Edited 2017-10-25 07:42 (UTC)

[ It's one of the stupidest things they've ever done, and on this trip, that's saying something. Not quite as deadly as trying to take selfies with a Catoblepas, but it's up there. With the right amount of teamwork, flair, and dumb luck, they've just barely pulled it off.

After scurrying to safety, Noctis crouches down in the grass to catch his breath. One pant turns into a breathless laugh, which turns to a chuckle of disbelief, and soon Noctis is laughing and rubbing his eyes. He couldn't imagine anyone he'd want to do stupid stuff with in the middle of nowhere. ]

I love you, man.

[ He says it without thinking, too busy having a good time and winding down to watch his words. ]

[ It doesn't really matter whose idea it was originally (if anyone asks); most of their worst ideas were joint efforts and this particular disaster is no different. His lungs are burning as they run through the long grass side by side, unable to keep the stupid grin off his face; there's something about the fact that they do this, that they come up with these crazy stunts together and go through them without hesitation that makes Prompto's heart soar. It feels like the world belongs to just the two of them.

Once they make it to safety and Noct bursts into laughter, it's immediately echoed from Prompto's throat as the ridiculousness of the whole thing rushes over him; he ends up fully dropping to the ground on his knees, sitting back on his heels as he laughs hard enough for tears to spring to his eyes, one hand instinctively coming up to rest on Noctis' arm.

All of this, of course, means that he's in no way prepared for hearing the sudden words that have never really come up between them. His laughter cuts off with a bit of a choke as his heart stumbles over itself, red splashing across his face. Obviously only friendly-- obviously. He wouldn't mean it like-- right, maybe he should keep this from being awkward.]

Ah-- uh, I-- me too, bro!

[ He laughs again and it's a bit higher-pitched, slightly off-kilter. So much for not making it awkward. ]

Edited (typo!) 2017-10-26 08:18 (UTC)

[ At times like this, it feels like they can take on the world and win. They could do anything, and the world would be a better place for it. Noctis is riding high on the adrenaline, and it's a good feeling in the midst of a trip plagued by bad news and sadness. Hearing Prompto laugh only makes it better - he knows the moment the tears hit, and he'd reach over to pat Prompto on the back but Prompto's hand is already there. They're having so much fun.

The shift in mood catches him off guard, and the sound Prompto makes sounds completely wrong for the moment. Noctis blinks at him in confusion, wondering what could have happened in the last few-

Oh. He said that.

Noctis blinks harder, his eyes darting away from Prompto like it was nothing. It's harder to laugh now, trying to walk it back and play it cool, but Prompto looks as embarrassed as Noctis feels. Way to kill the moment. ]

Yeah, bro.

[ He spares a quick, shy glance at his best friend to try and better gauge the situation. His grin turns into an awkward smirk of pasted-on confidence (which might pass for a stranger, but not to his closest friends), but the tinge of pink in his cheeks is what really gives him away. He could try a little harder, but he can't quite shrug off what's true. ]

[ Prompto likes to think that by now, he's a pretty good read of Noctis. He reads between the lines of his words and knows what every quirk of his brow or lip means; he knows the things that Noctis doesn't say, and he's gotten pretty good at responding in ways that Noctis needs. It's been that way since high school— those nameless burdens, the way he'd look whenever his father came up, Prompto had always been able to spin anything back around to make Noct smile again. Even now, even with the terrible things that have happened— Prompto's still able to make Noctis smile, because he knows him, and it's his single proudest achievement.

That's why he has no idea how to handle the confusion he's feeling now. It's partially the self-admonishment he'd also gotten incredibly adept at, the way he'd think he'd seen Noctis looking at him a certain way, or let a touch linger too long, and his lovesick heart would want to run with it— over time, he'd gotten very good at squashing down those flights of fancy. Because it can't be that. Noctis values him, he knows that, cherishes him as a dearest friend, but...

But... now he's said it.

And he's blushing.

And suddenly Prompto's heart wants to tear from his chest, because he doesn't dare to hope, but the signals are telling him something else entirely. And he has to clear this up. Sitting on it will kill him in pretty short order, he's sure of it. ]

Ah... Noct?

[ He kind of hates how shy and hopeful his voice comes out sounding. ]

[ Part of the reason it's so easy to get along with Prompto is how well they understand each other, that Prompto is so attentive to his real feelings that he can piece them together even when Noctis is trying to be secretive. Prompto is pretty understanding about it too, which makes it a lot easier to deal with than when the others do it. For once, it's actually a problem.

He steals another furtive glance, hoping to get a better read on Prompto's feelings. He doesn't know if he wants to know what Prompto feels. It's bad enough that he just blurted it out for no reason. The blush refuses to fade, and Noctis keeps looking away. He doesn't care if it's childish. ]

... Yeah?

[ Above all, Noctis hopes this doesn't hurt too bad. ]

[ Even through the sudden awkwardness (and, frankly, the building anxiety that he's read this entire situation wrong), Prompto can't help but find the look on Noctis' face... kind of adorable. He looks a bit like a child that's been backed into a corner and being made to admit some minor wrongdoing, red burning in his cheeks and refusing to hold eye contact. Even if it's just that... he'd said something he hadn't really intended in the manner Prompto had taken it (and that must be the case... right? which isn't helping the anxious twisting in his stomach) and he's embarrassed— he can't help it. It makes him smile, hopelessly charmed.

He edges a bit closer to sit next to him properly. ]

Come on, don't look like that, you're going to make me feel bad.

[ His stupid heart is like a triphammer in his chest, trying to overthrow his better judgement; he wants to ask, he wants to confess— and, like with most things that make Prompto anxious, he barrels straight through with suicidal determination. (A tiny voice inside him at least has the decency to assure him that even if he does have this all wrong, Noctis is too good a person, too close a friend to hold it against him. Gods, he hopes so.) ]

...Did you mean that? [ He intentionally leaves it ambiguous— gives Noctis the ability to clarify. If he'd meant it in a purely friendly manner, wonderful, they can reaffirm their platonic adoration for each other, no harm no foul. (And then Prompto goes back to silently pining for his best friend, but that's not something he's trying to think about at the moment.) ]

[ Noctis watches him, pensive and quiet.

If he focused hard enough, he could warp away and nope out of the situation easily. It'd be nice to warp back to his old apartment, or even just warp back to a time before he opened his big mouth and everything was cool. They could continue to be best friends having fun.

And it would suck.

Prompto is nobody - some random citizen whose parents couldn't be bothered to keep tabs on him. If they did, they'd know what a great person he is, what a compassionate friend he is, that he was brave enough to work his way into the Crownsguard for the sake of protecting his best friend. Prompto is a lot of things Noctis could never ask for, shouldn't ask for, but appreciates and treasures all the same. Prompto is way out of his depth, but he's here and smiling all the same. It's a good look, save for the ghost of fear in his eyes - that look he gets when he's terrified but determined to go along with whatever they're doing.

He deserves better than that. He'll throw himself under the bus if it'll help Noctis, and he's already got one foot onto the street in case Noctis gives the signal. The idea leaves a bad taste in his mouth, worse than anything Noctis has ever cooked for himself.

There are a lot of things he regrets and cannot change - but his feelings for Prompto aren't one of them. He doesn't know what the future holds and can't promise anything, but he can at least be honest here. Noctis doesn't want things to get any more awkward, but he doesn't want Prompto to believe that's something he can say lightly.

He swallows hard and steels his nerves. A good king is true to himself. ]

You're an idiot, you know that?

[ Noctis gives Prompto a level look, like the truth of his feelings is the most obvious thing in the world. It'd be a serious challenge, save for the ongoing blush. ]

[ Prompto watches him in turn, every bit as pensive and quiet.

He's impatient in a lot of ways, one of his weaknesses, but never when it comes to letting Noctis sort through whatever it is he's feeling. More often than not, what Noctis really needs is simply someone to understand-- not say 'the right thing', not even necessarily 'listen', as he doesn't often like to talk about his deeper feelings, but understand. Sometimes that means a distraction (he'd provided many over their years together in Insomnia, when things out of his control had him stressing out and clamming up). Sometimes that means ignoring Noct's requests to be left alone, because Prompto already knows he doesn't ever mean that. And sometimes that means being quiet, simply being a presence, while he works through it.

Now is one of those times, but it's odd. There are a hundred emotions playing out across Noctis' face, and Prompto can't quite keep track of all of them, but it all boils down to... something deeply soft, shielded by resolve, and the faintest hint of amusement.

Being called an idiot is unexpected, and Prompto snorts a little burst of laughter for the sheer surprise of it. But is he saying-- he can't be. ]

...Yeah. Don't I know it.

[ And he is, really. He's an absolute idiot for this boy, head over heels in the worst sort of way, and the logical (and self-critical) side of his brain is still straining to calm his surging heart, desperately urging himself to rein it in lest he ruin the best thing that's ever happened to him, but... gods, that look in his eyes. And Noctis really wouldn't... say something so important flippantly. Which leaves...

Prompto has a blush to match now, deepening quickly. ]

...Guess I kinda screwed that one up, huh?

[ It's not lost on Noctis how many people have dedicated themselves to protecting him, for doing what's best for Lucis and its royalty. It's overwhelming, and without a best friend he might drown under the weight of it all. But he hasn't, and if things keep going alright, he won't. This was just a misstep. Noctis had no plan for telling him - no grandiose dates, no big gesture - as the prince, loving a commoner wasn't an option, especially with a wedding coming up.

But the laugh, the look on his face, it's almost worth it. He's seen enough of Prompto blushing to last a lifetime, and it never gets old. It makes him happy, aside from Prompto trying to take the fall for his mistake. That won't do. ]

Nope. [ He sighs, nudging Prompto in the side with his elbow. ] This one's all on me.

[ Noctis looks away, still blushing. He should be strong enough to keep eye contact for something like this, but there's a lot of things he still isn't. ] I meant what I said.

[ Prompto, on the other hand, had always had a vague idea that it would eventually come out. He can be very good at keeping secrets-- gods know that-- but lying outright? That isn't something he's good at. Especially to Noctis, who... knows him so well, it's almost like they don't have to say a thing. (He'd fancied a few times in the past that he might never have to say it, to openly admit his feelings, because Noctis already knew them... but nothing's that easy in the end, is it?) He knows, he knows, he's always known that it's all for naught-- it's not as though he'd be allowed, by circumstance and person alike, to be with Noctis that way, not so long as he's their nation's monarch and Prompto is... the nobody that managed to befriend him, but...

His smile widens as Noctis gives him the light jab with his elbow, something lighting in his eyes as they duck to the side and the red in his face deepens another shade-- it's something warm, happy, and deeply painful all at the same time.

Especially considering that Noct just... admitted that he'd meant his words after all. Prompto's heart threatens to tear out through his throat, but he swallows it back, leaving it ricocheting around his chest. Gods, is it possible to feel this much all at once?

And his response, a moment later, softly: ] ...I did too. But not the way I said it. [ And there it is. ]

[ It's not something Noctis ever questioned. He was always happy to have Prompto at his side, soaking in whatever affection Prompto was willing to give. It had to be enough. Noctis gives affection in return in his own ways, but the burden of royalty was only one of his limitations.

Right now, in the Duscaean wilderness, that might not amount to much at all.

He catches sight of Prompto's smile brightening, and it warms his mood. There's so much he would give just to have Prompto look like that all the time, like Noctis could actually successfully wish someone's problems away. Prompto is endlessly cute, but... is he okay?

Noctis listens, watching him thoughtfully. ]

... Yeah?

[ If he thinks about it hard enough, he can guess what it is, but entertaining that idea fills him with sadness. Not surprise, but regret. Come on Prompto, there's so much more for you out there. ]

[ Prompto lets out a chuckle that's really more of a heavy outward breath, as though there's too much air in his lungs and that's what's causing the ache in his chest. Really... can't make things easy. Oh, well. He'd never assumed it would be, once this came up-- and, once again, despite the anxiety churning his stomach, the only way out of it is going straight through, so... ]

Gonna make me say it, huh?

[ His voice is teasing, good-humored even though he can't hold Noctis' gaze at all, finding an apparent sudden fascination in a particular patch of grass near his knee instead, so red he can feel it. ]

Promise you won't run away screaming if I tell you I love you?

[ Indirect, but... he's said it. It had come out easier than he'd expected-- it's been on his mind for so long, saying it over and over in his thoughts and his dreams and his half-waking moments that it had felt entirely natural. And really, there's no question as to how he'd meant it this time-- the bright blush in his face and the almost tender smile make that much clear.

As though he could ever feel this strongly about anyone else, Noct. ]

[ The redder his face gets, the more certain Noctis is about what he's going to say. ]

I said it first.

[ His voice is soft, teasing but fond. Noctis smiles wide, giving Prompto's head an affectionate bop. Silly Prompto, being nervous about something so wonderful. ]

You think I'd be scared of that?

[ The blush is still there, but anyone who knows Noctis would see that for once he's genuinely happy. ]

[ That is true. Noct said it first.

Noct said it first.

That fact suddenly feels enormous. As big as the sky above them. Prompto blinks several times, breath feeling caught somewhere in his chest-- though it's knocked loose with a breathy laugh as Noct gives him that gentle bonk, pure affection. He finally manages to pull his gaze up from the ground to look at the boy next to him.

That smile is radiant, and Prompto's heart staggers delightedly for it; if Noctis is... this happy, then he must have done something right, right? Prompto's own smile widens as well, brightens, even through the sudden faint burn behind his eyes.

He can't help but still tease a little, though, despite his voice going all soft around the edges. ]

I mean, it's not like you've had a lot of people declaring their love for you.

[ Noctis can't help but laugh too, like they're sharing in a marvelous secret (it's not a secret - it's pretty obvious to anyone with eyes that spends time with them long enough). Prompto has done a lot of things right, and the wrongs are just part of his charm. ]

Pretty sure it's the other way around.

[ Noctis is well aware of the grumbling amongst the Crownsguard about his behavior. He's had plenty of admirers too, but he keeps himself too distant from people who just want to know him for his power. Being someone's thing, some kind of sugar prince or status symbol, has never felt right for him. But Prompto - Prompto has always looked to the real Noctis, not the Prince of Lucis. Noct watches him in return.

In the light, he catches a glimmer in Prompto's eye, the hint of tears. Good ones, most likely, but it doesn't seem right to let Prompto cry about it. As soon as a tear slips through, Noctis is ready to wipe it away. ]

It only matters when someone means it.

[ And for once, someone truly does. ]

[ Well, he's not wrong about that either; Prompto had been largely invisible until he'd met Noctis, and then five years later properly offered himself into his life. His being associated with the Prince had given him a certain level of popularity that he hadn't had the first idea what to do with; topically, he'd found a handful of love letters in his locker (nowhere near the number that Noct had always received, of course, but that almost went without saying-- and even a couple of the ones that had been addressed to him had been imploring him to introduce them to the Prince).

But much like Noctis, outside of a vague, momentary flattery, they hadn't meant much to him. His heart had been entirely preoccupied with Noctis, no matter how much he'd ever tried to pretend otherwise.

It only matters when someone means it.

Prompto lets out a little laugh, something purely joyful, one hand pressing over his heart as though to keep it in place. He's not even really aware that his vision is a little blurry until he looks at Noctis again. ]

...You know, even when I was just thinking about it, I never got this far. I don't know what to do with myself.

[ Regardless, he leans a little closer, letting his other hand slip through the grass a little closer to Noctis'. Not quite touching, but almost, as though he's not quite sure that's okay yet. (As though they hadn't been absurdly affectionate with each other up until this point, but, well, that's different. Sort of.) ]

[ Noctis never thought Prompto was invisible - even when they were younger and he was trying to be. There were always people who wanted to be around Noctis, but none who had struggled with it quite like Prompto. Once upon a time, Noctis had vaguely hoped he might make a good friend someday, but he never could've anticipated how they'd actually end up. It's really nice.

Too nice, probably, but Noctis wants to enjoy this moment. ]

That's farther than I ever got.

[ He looks down at the ground, voice wistful and slightly sad. While he's happy that things have progressed this way, the future looms ahead of them, uncertain. There's so much else Noctis needs to be worrying about at a time like this, but... they've slacked off with worse, right?

Noctis moves his hand slightly, brushing his last two fingers against Prompto's. Handholding is absolutely okay. ]

[ The tone of voice sends a thin arrow through the fog of fantasy that had pleasantly wrapped around Prompto's mind, a fantasy in which any obstacles weren't obstacles at all, that he and Noctis could be together without worry or compromise, that all they'd had to do was admit their feelings for each other and the rest would be history. Reality, however, seeps in through the gap, cold and snapping him to his senses like a splash of water.

In reality, Noctis is a prince-- and Prompto is only barely a Crownsguard, in temporary name only, grudgingly allowed to aid in seeing the Prince to Altissia. Once there... wedding or no (and what with the Empire's betrayal, that does at least seem to be a fairly firm 'no' at the moment), his mission would be complete. It's entirely possible that he'll be tossed back amongst the commoners as Noctis ascends the throne, as a matter of necessity. It's entirely possible that Altissia will be the last moment they'll be allowed to spend together. (He's mentioned none of these fears to Noctis, of course... why upset him?)

But Noctis' fingers brush over his, lightly hooking around his pinky, and the self-conscious affection is so sweet and so real and now that Prompto can't help but let it flare in his heart, let it make him hopeful.

(Part of him wants to clasp Noctis' hand, ask him to run away. Just the two of them. No more kingdom, no more fate baring down on them, no more responsibility but to each other. It's not the first time he's had the thought. But like every other time, he swallows it back.) ]

...We can take our time, right? [ Prompto knows he's answering something that hasn't been said, but it's important. ] Figure this out as we go?

[ More than a lot of things, Noctis wishes they could live a life together without having to worry about the Empire or the responsibilities of the Crown, but that's not his decision to make. Even in his happiest moments, the specter of war looms over him, more people dying and suffering so that he could move forward. He's still failing them.

But he's working through it with his closest friends at hand, all of whom he loves in different ways. Ignis and Gladiolus are like brothers, inescapable support and comfort in these dark times, duty and honor bound to fight at his side. Prompto is here because he wants to be, in spite of all the chaos he's had to deal with as best friend of the Crown Prince. He's been there for the worst and kept going, kept smiling and trying to brighten the mood, faced some admittedly terrifying shit for the sake of Noctis's current quest to reclaim the throne. Noctis couldn't imagine their group without him, and in knowing that he has an easier time covering Prompto's hand with his own, taking it for himself. ]

I can't promise anything. There's still a lot that has to be done. [ He's not happy about it, but it's honest. All the riches he used to have, and the most he can give Prompto is vague hope. ]

Even if it's just for a little while... I'd like that.

[ Noctis meets Prompto's eyes again, not letting go of his hand. He doesn't know what he can give, but he'll try. ]

[ It isn't a promise for the future. But... they've never really had those, have they? Even when they were younger, there had always been the underlying knowledge that at any moment the council, the Crownsguard, the king could have a change of heart and decide that it just wouldn't do to have the crown prince spending all his time with this nobody. Even upon Prompto being inducted into the Crownsguard himself, it had been with the constant reminder that it could be revoked at any time. They had never had promises, except for those made silently to one another, in a place no outside force could touch-- Prompto promises, every day, to remain at Noctis' side for as long as he's able.

He promises, every day, that even if they're separated, he'll hold him in his heart forever.

And with Noctis tentatively covering his hand, lacing their fingers and gazing down at them like he's trying to say the right things, like all he wants to do is say that everything will work out for them... Prompto can feel the same silent promises in return. It's enough, for now.

Those dark blue eyes meet his own, and even amidst the uncertainty, the faint melancholy of the unforeseeable future, a giddy little swell of happiness bubbles up in Prompto's chest, lighting his jewel-blues. It's enough. It's enough to be here with Noct right here and now, with his feelings in the open, acknowledged and-- by some miracle-- returned. ]

...Yeah. For as long as we can.

[ With a shy little chuckle, he scooches closer, close enough to rest his forehead against Noctis' shoulder, giving their fingers a faint squeeze. It's somewhat self-conscious affection-- which is slightly ridiculous considering just how affection they'd always been up until this point-- but of course, it's... different now. ]