Tag: Prompto

Hey! Can I have a match up please? I’m female and straight, 21 years old, capricorn with long brown hair and greenbrown eyes. I’m 5,4 and appear very friendly and calm when i meet someone for the first time but once i get comfortable i get much more lively and sarcastic. Sometimes i can be a little cold because i don’t trust people easily. But i love my family and friends and would do anything for them. I enjoy drawing, reading, movies and i looove make up. Thank you so much! I love your Blog!

I match you with Prompto!

Don’t know if this has been done before, but how about a cute headcanon where the chocobros find out their s/o is ticklish or the other way around. I think it’s so cute!

Noctis:

He is STARTLINGLY ticklish.

It’s an accident. Noctis and his S/O would be training together, and just by chance, to reach around him, they lay their hand on his side. 

It catches him so off guard that he yelps and actually warps away, sword sinking into the side of a pillar far above his S/O, holding his side and glowering like a cat that just got his tail stepped on.

The S/O would be in stitches, and it would take a while for them to stop laughing, and even longer to convince Noctis to come down. 

By the time he does, he’s fully settled into suspicion, and only lets the S/O close after multiple promises not to do it again. (And quit laughing!)

Prompto:

He’d be in a sad mood, which isn’t unheard of for the blond behind closed doors. The S/O would be trying to cheer him up, and start dancing their fingers over his ribs as a last resort, not even knowing if it would work.

At first he’d be able to hold off his chuckles, but then it quickly escalates to full blown laughter and him grabbing at their hands to get them to stop. 

“Stop making me laugh I’m trying to be sad!” he says desperately through his laughs, which only causes him to laugh even harder at the ridiculousness of that sentence. 

They both eventually settle down, and his sad thoughts would be chased away for the moment. In fact, tickling becomes a sign of affection between the two. 

Ignis:

A small gasp leaves him in surprise. He wasn’t expecting his S/O to lean over and whisper to him during a meeting. But them being shorter means that the air from their whisper was more directed toward his neck. 

Not many people know that he’s EXTREMELY ticklish on his neck. 

And to his horror, his S/O’s eyes light up with mischief upon realizing why he’d gasped. From then on through out the day, they’d delight on sneaking up on him and either blowing on his neck, or when alone in particular, gently poking and tracing their fingers on his neck which usually gets a few startled laughs out of him.

Ignis, as it turns out, if very fun to tickle when you’re in a relationship with him. Kissing his neck and blowing raspberries on the sensitive skin there is always a laugh, especially because when he gets tickled, he gets weak and can’t really fight back.

Gladiolus:

Oddly enough, Gladio is ticklish on his back. Also on his feet and under his arms, but his back is the most surprising. 

It’d be an accident when his S/O discovers it. It’s been a long day and they seem him walking down a hall in the citadel alone, about to head home. So they rush for a hug and upon puling away, their hands tail over his back with a feather light touch.

A choked laugh leaves him, and his face twists up like he’s about to sneeze from the effort of trying not to laugh. 

With a raised eyebrow, they’d dance their fingers over his back, and lightly scrape their nails over it as well, to test their theory. 

Full bellied laughs would leave him, and he’d try to get away, but since their arms would still be hugging him, it doesn’t take much to latch on and hold him hostage. 

This basically becomes blackmail material, and people are wondering what the S/O means when they say they’ll use their secret weapon against him when he’s being difficult. 

How good would each chocobros be at giving massages? lolz!

Noctis:

Middling. He doesn’t really know how to give one, considering his own aversion to people touching his back, but he’d be willing to try. It would result in a massage that was basically pressing too hard in one place, and not hard enough in another. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. 

Prompto: 

He’d be a little too gentle, for fear of pressing too hard, but does make a decent effort. Unlike Noctis, his massage is going to be more even than anything, and though you’d still feel some strain on your back muscles, it’s considerably less. 

Ignis:

He, surprisingly, doesn’t know how to give one. But having received them before, has a starting reference. And his eye for detail would be able to pick up what feels nice to you, or when he might be hurting you. All in all, you’d be super relaxed by the end of it. 

Gladiolus:

He knows how to give a massage. A serious massage. He actually learned how so he could stop his own muscles from cramping, but now since you asked…He’d also probably be the best at it, and he’d be able to rub out tension in your muscles you didn’t even know you had. You’d probably be a puddle on the floor because of how relaxed you were by the end. 

Head canons of the boy band reacting to drunk reader confessing their feelings and not remembering the next morning?

Noctis: 

He would probably be drunk too honestly. But not drunk enough not to remember. 

He’d worry over you and offer you his couch to sleep it off until you’re functional enough to go home. 

However, you have a different idea and confess everything to him as he’s settling you down on the couch. It’s a soft and simple confession. “This is why I love you.”

He’d be frozen for a moment, before flushing from head to toe and finishing putting a blanket on you.

He’d pay it no mind, and then next day you wouldn’t bring it up, so he wouldn’t either. 

He’d agonize over it for weeks until he finally caves and asks the bros for help figuring out if they meant it. 

They come up with extravagant plans and ideas to try and get them to admit their feelings. They’d be so into it, they wouldn’t notice that you had already slipped into the room and were listening to them.

Sure you’d be embarrassed, but you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from throwing out a suggestion or two yourself. Which, the boys wouldn’t even notice. They’d probably think what you’d said was a great idea honestly, and keep the brain storm rolling.

…At least until one of them, probably Ignis, realizes you’re there and fall silent. Which results in the other boys falling silent too. They all end up staring at you for a few moments with eyes that could rival an owl’s.

That’s when they all bolt, leaving Noctis behind, who’d be trying to smother himself in a throw pillow out of embarrassment of the shenanigans they’d come up with. 

Just poke him in the side, he’s ticklish so he’ll jump really high and end up pulling his face off the pillow so you guys could talk.

With embarrassment on both parts, yourself admitting that you’d never meant to say it to him, due to the fact you were sure he was in love with someone else, and him due to his own juvenile reaction during the past few weeks, you manage to sort things out. 

The next day, he’d happily tell the guys that he didn’t need all those plans after all. 

Prompto:

“I love you.”

“Aw! I love you too!”

There’d be no hesitation in him when he says it back. Having been the one to start your mini drinking party, he’d already be pretty drunk himself. 

However, he does have a higher tolerance, and realizes immediately what he’s said, and out of sheer need to hide, buries his face in the nearest surface. …Which just happens to be you. 

Out of habit, because you guys cuddle a lot as is, you wrap your arms around him. Only this time, you say you love him again. 

He pops back up and looks at you in the eye, his bottom lip wobbling. “Do you really mean it?” (He’s a very emotional drunk, unfortunately, or fortunately, for you.)

In response you just kiss his face, stating you want one for each freckle, mumbling about how freckles are fairy kisses, and you want to be the only one who’s kissed him. 

Eventually, you end up cuddling with each other, and trading cheek kisses before falling asleep. (It was only fair, he’d say, if you got to kiss his freckles then for each kiss he got to kiss you.)

Upon waking, you have a killer hangover and no memory of what you’d said. But he did.

From then on, around you’d he’d be especially sweet. And almost painfully shy. Nothing but sweet smiles and gentle gestures.

He’d trust what you said, because you’d never been a dishonest person around him. He’d know what you’d said you’d really meant. And though initially, he’d be saddened by the fact you didn’t remember, he’d also take comfort in the fact that you’d meant it. 

Eventually, you’d ask him about his behavior and he’d only say that he thought it was cute you were jealous because of his freckles and fairies. It would throw you for a loop, and probably turn your face as red as a cherry because you’d only THOUGHT about that story of freckles being fairy kisses and….wait how’d he know you were jealous because of his freckles in particular?

He’d wanted you to remember on your own, but because you’d asked, he’d tell you. And bits an pieces would float back to you, but it’d never fully return. But you’d both be happy, because you’d know your feelings are returned.

Ignis:

You’d knock on his door and the moment he’d answer, you’d be flinging your arms around him and practically cheering his name.

“Ignis!” He’d probably have to catch you, since you’d be a bit unbalanced. He’d then usher you into his place, troubled that you were so inebriated. His concern would cause him to ask if something was wrong, worried that you were so drunk to avoid a problem or something.

There isn’t, you just wanted to see him. 

You’d manage to convince him to let you stay, honestly he’d be too worried for you to let you out of his sight, and you end up dragging him into some shenanigans. 

He’s not one for dancing with no music, but with you he finds it endearing. 

Honestly, for one so drunk, you have a surprising amount of energy. It takes him an alarming amount of time to convince you to try and sleep it off, and an even longer time to get you to sleep.

The whole while, you keep telling him how kind he is, how lovely, and just before you fall asleep, you state that you’ve always loved him because of it.

He’s glad you’re asleep, so there’s no one to witness one of the very few times he loses his composure and mildly freaking out into his hands because: A) you just told him you love him, and B) you stated always have.

He’s of the mind that drunk words are sober thoughts, so in the morning, he treats you kindly, ensuring your comfort, and trying to lessen your headache as much as possible. 

Though you’re mortified that you somehow ended up here, it helped seeing him, and him taking care of you. (Thankfully, it was a weekend, so Ignis wasn’t need by Noctis till monday.)

He spends the day taking care of you, and swears he doesn’t mind. Truthfully, he’d taking the opportunity in your company to mull over his own feelings toward you. But also, he’d be subtly trying to figure out if you remember what you said or not.

It then end, he’d determine that you didn’t remember, but he’d know that he felt the same way. However, he’d prefer to wait until you weren’t reeling from a hang over and for a day when you wouldn’t feel the need to be drunk to tell him such things. 

Gladiolus:

Saying that you love Gladio was something that was common, just like when you said you loved, Ignis, Prompto, Noctis, Iris….Basically, you really, really, love your friends. 

So while walking home with Gladio from the bar, you say you do love him, and he smiles, figuring it was just the platonic love that you felt again. 

…So it’d throw him for a loop when you lean up and kiss him before turning and heading into your apartment for the night. 

The next day, he doesn’t beat around the bush and straight out asks if you remember the walk home. To which you’d respond no, and kind of shrug it off, figuring that the reason he asked was because he didn’t remember either.

But then it’s your turn to be thrown for a loop when he leans down and kisses you before walking off.

In the end, you don’t really talk about it after all. There’s no need. Through out the day you both spend the day sneaking up and kissing the other, as if playing kissing tag. It’s very clear by the end of the day that you like each other.

(And half the citadel has almost been sickened by how cute you both are, while the other half has turned to jelly over how cute you two are.)

Chirp – Chapter 1 – ChocobosTrinket (Neverforget94) – Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Undecided
Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Clarus Amicitia, Crowe Altius, Nyx Ulric, Libertus Ostium, will update as they appear, Cor Leonis
Additional Tags: Wing AU, Wings, world building, Friendship, Will be updated as I think of the tags
Series: Part 1 of *Bird Noises*
Summary:

Wings are normal in this world, with different patterns that come with different meanings and abilities. Prompto just so happens to have a rare pattern that’s he’s been hiding since he was a child. But he couldn’t hide forever.

Chirp – Chapter 1 – ChocobosTrinket (Neverforget94) – Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]

Angsty request here! So the chocobros are fighting against some imperial soldiers and as they go to land the final blow on the last enemy standing, that enemy uses their s/o as human shield. It’s too late to stop mid-attack, and their s/o is injured badly (almost fatally, but not quite). How would the chocobros react a) when it happened b) with the other chocobros while their s/o recovered and c) after their s/o had healed? I know, I’m horrible, but the idea won’t get out of my head!

Noctis:

They lock eyes once, and he’s moving too fast to stop.

“No!”

At the last moment their eyes close and their face relaxes, accepting what was about to happen. But then a scream leaves them and their expression turns to one of pain. The strike goes clean through them, their blood running down it’s blade in slow rivulets. Their had reaches out and grabs a hand full of his shirt. They opens their eyes and offer a shaky smile, trying to reassure their love that they’ll be fine. But then they start to sink to the ground. 

For a moment, he’s too horrified to process what he’d done. But then he snapped out of it and hurriedly grabbed them and guided them to the ground before they could fall. He made sure they were on their side, so the blade wouldn’t shift and hurt them more. Gun shot sound over his head, Prompto finishing their enemy with two guns in hand, overheating them both. Not that it mattered since that was the last MT. They were safe from further attack for now, but…

“Ignis!” He yelled, a touch of panic in his voice. This wasn’t something that he could do alone. Pulling out the blade would hurt them, and he wasn’t sure he could do so without them bleeding out without immediate healing. They were already losing too much blood. 

In the dirt beside him Ignis lands on his knees after running over, eyes quickly looking over the injury. There wasn’t any other choice but to pull it out. And so he places a hand on their side to hold them steady and looked to Noctis, “On three. Ready?”

Noctis nods and grabs the hilt with both hands, waiting for Ignis’ count.

“One, two, three!”

He pulls with all his strength while Ignis, careful not to cut himself, guides the blade in a straight path. Once the blade is free, Noctis drops it to the ground and rushed back to their side, taking their hand in his. It’s ice cold, and they didn’t so much as move when the blade was pulled. Not a good sign. But it’d be fine soon.

Ignis broke the elixir over their wound after shifting them to their back, and they waited for the wound to seal. For a heart stopping moment, nothing happened. He worried they were too late. They didn’t have another phoenix down on them, the last had been used earlier in the fight. But then they breath. The wound closes, and they are whole.

And though they are asleep, Noctis pulls them close and buries his face in their hair. 

Too close. 

That had been too close.  

~

It was his fault and he can’t let it go. 

They had set up camp at a nearby haven, waiting for them to wake and rejoin them. But the blood loss had been extensive, and no one was sure when they’d wake. So they’d settled in, and were now biding their time with training before night fall. Something Gladio had suggested and that Noctis, to everyone’s surprise, had agreed to. 

He should be able to pull out of a warp strike he thinks to himself as he moves. Though he knows that it’s not possible without endangering himself. Stasis is the last thing from his mind as he warps from Gladio, phases through his attack and strikes, warps to Prompto to knock him off balance, then to Ignis. But right as he prepares to attack Ignis, his magic runs out and he ends up full on crashing into Ignis as dead weight. 

The momentum sends him rolling off Ignis, off the haven, and to the ground below. It knocks the wind out of him, but he’s otherwise unharmed. 

“Noct!” “Noctis!” 

His friends call from above him. He opens his eyes and finds the three of them peering down at him in concern. 

“I’m alright.” He raises his hand to them to wave them off of coming down after him and rises.

Though he doesn’t miss the shared glance between Gladio and Ignis. Probably just put together that he was distraught. He’d been trying to hide how upset he was with himself. They were worried about them too. They shouldn’t have to worry about him as well, especially since… 

A sigh escapes him before he finishes that thought, and he begins to walk around the haven to the path that would allow him back up. 

“I should of been keeping an eye on how much warping I was doing earlier.” He says in explanation as soon as he reached the trio. 

“I’ll say.” Ignis pushed his glasses back up and frowns. “If that ever happens in combat,be sure to use an ether right away.” 

“I know specs.” Noctis smiled slightly, but saw Ignis about to launch into a lecture and the smile fell. Before he could start speaking though, he needed to know. “You alright though? I was going pretty fast.”

“Aw he’s fine.” Gladio said slapping Noctis on the back. “He was just about to start dinner, right?” 

A rare display from Gladio, taking it easy on someone. Ignis, when faced with that knowledge, let it go. “Yes, I was actually. I’ll get back to that.”

They all departed for their own areas of the Haven. Ignis to his kitchen, Gladio by the fire, and Noctis with his legs dangling over the edge. Prompto would normally be on the other side of the fire doing maintenance on his guns, but instead went to join Noctis. 

Prompto snickered as he sat and said, “Dude. I got the best picture of Ignis because of you.”

“What?” Noctis raised his eyebrow. 

“Take a look!” Prompto held out his camera for Noctis to see.

On the screen was them from earlier. The light around Noct wasn’t it’s usual blue, but the dark purple of stasis. It was immediately after he’d crashed, as his face was planted into Ignis’ chest, and his arms were trapped between them. That didn’t look comfortable for either of them, and Ignis would at least have a bruise from it. 

Speaking of Ignis, his eyes were widened in an expression of confused terror in the picture. His feet had tangled with each other when he’d tried to step away from the prince, causing him to fall backwards, and the spear that had been in his hand was just out of reach and hovering in midair. He’d clearly let go of it in surprise. Along with everything else, his arms were extended straight out from the force of the impact. His mouth was pressed together in a tight line. He looked almost owlish and all together cartoonish. 

A laugh escaped from Noctis before he could stop it, and Prompto joined in. “See? I told you!” 

“Oh man, we need to get that printed.” He said, a smirk still on his face.

“Oh totally. Blackmail material.” Prompto grinned at him and then they lost themselves to pointless chatter. 

If Prompto could help it, he wouldn’t let his friend dwell on the sleeping person in the tent. They all wouldn’t. It was all too clear that he was blaming himself. If they could all distract his thoughts until they woke up and dissolved his guilt themself, then they’d have done enough.

~

It took them three days to wake. 

It was quiet. No one had noticed that they had shown signs of stirring. And so they were alone when they woke. Which they didn’t mind. It gave them time to get their bearings and recall just what had happened. Once they did remember, a sigh left them and they sat up slowly. A wince crossed their face as they did so, and they had to take a moment to let the pain subside before doing anything else. 

They pushed their hair out of their face and grimaced at how greasy it felt. It’d been a while then. Before anything else, they crawled over to their bag of things and changed out of the dirty ones. After that, grateful for the tent’s height, they stood up. A dizzy spell hit them, but they remained standing. Time to face the day. 

They left the tent quietly, bare feet making no sound as they moved. The boys were all around the camp, Prompto and Noctis sitting at the edge, Ignis was washing dishes, and Gladio was sitting by the fire. It was peaceful, and they were loath to break the peace. But…Noctis. They remembered his face clearly when they’d been hurt. It wouldn’t be fair to make him wait for them any longer.

“Hey guys.” They said softly. They smiled slightly at how startled they all were. But then Noctis’ head whipped around and the sheer look of relief on his face was worth waking up for. 

“You’re awake.” 

He rose from his spot and crossed the distance between them and him, wrapping them into an almost bone crushing hug. They held him gently in return. 

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered into their hair, and they shook their head.

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault.” 

They didn’t know how long they stood together. Noctis’ embrace spoke volumes about how scared he was. As if he was pressing his fear of losing them into their hug. 

They closed their eyes and pressed their forehead into his shoulder. “I’m here. I’m here.”

Prompto:

“No, no, no!” He was frantic in trying to stop the bleeding. He no longer had any potions on him, and the others were still fighting the daemon he missed. Because he had missed. He knew better than to shoot if someone was near his target. Precisely because this might happen.

He’d been aiming for the joint on the Iron Giant’s arm, one of the few weak points that he could take advantage of. With a piercer bullet, it would have been enough to down it. But, due to bad luck and horrible timing, at the same time as he pulled the trigger the giant had grabbed them. Which put them right in the bullet’s path. 

The cry that tore out of them would probably haunt him for the rest of his life. 

After that things were a blur. The others must have intervened at some point, but he’d only really become aware of his surroundings again when he was by their side, hand pressing down on their chest. 

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He said shakily. 

It was scary seeing how they struggled to focus on him. But they managed it. He thanked the astrals one at a time for that. 

“P-prom?” 

“Shh, you’ll be alright soon, okay?” He glanced up from them when he heard the others begin to run over to them. He kept praying that one of them had, at the very least, a potion. His heart was beating frantically when they passed out, and panic soon followed.

“What happened?” Ignis asked, looking them over and then at Prompto.

“They- I- The giant!” He gestured to them, “Shot in the shoulder.”

Ignis quickly pulled Prompto’s hand away, thankful he still had a potion on hand. However, it was their last one. So whatever this didn’t heal would have to heal naturally. 

He shattered the potion above the wound and watched as the skin knitted back together. Prompto’s hands were shaking as their breathing evened out. Their blood was staining his hands and he felt sick at the sight. He’d caused this. He had shot them and now they had passed out, and thank the six for Ignis having a potion.

“Prompto, we’re near the Longwythe rest area. We’ll get a hotel there until they recover, alright?” Ignis said, standing up and patting his shoulder before going over to the others to explain the situation.

“Right,” he says a half beat too late to be heard, “Okay.”

~

He sighed heavily, looking at their face as they slept. The chair he was sitting on was one of those hard wooden ones, the only one he could pull up to their bed close enough. They were pale and it was startling to see someone who was usually so energetic so still. 

The others thought the same of him honestly. They all in turn were watching him. They’d all taken a bad hit, and all have had to recover for a time. But Prompto was taking this harder than any other time. 

They all were used to the boundless energy that the pair bounced off one another, magnifying it beyond control sometimes. (Often involving Noctis as well.) To see both so quiet was unnerving. To the point where they were all silent. 

Eventually, Ignis caught Noctis’s eye and gesture with his head to the door. He followed the adviser, and stepped out behind him and shut the door.

“Yeah Specs?” 

“I really think we should get Prompto out of the room for now.” 

Noctis glanced at the closed door and then back at Ignis, “Specs, I honestly don’t think anyone would be able to pull him away right now.”

“You have to try.” Ignis replied, “It’s not good for him to dwell on this. When they wake and can help him forgive himself maybe, but right now he’s spiraling. Get him some fresh air. They should wake in a few hours.”

With a resigned sigh, Noctis nodded, and then headed back into the room. He could never stand to be the one waiting for someone to wake up. He’d been on the otherside of this situation, making everyone wait for him when he was a child. So he didn’t know how to handle the feeling of helplessness, even as the sleeping person was healing.

“Hey Prompto? Come here for a sec.” He started, staying by the door.

Prompto glanced away from the person in the bed to Noctis, and then nodded. He got up slowly and crossed the room. Upon reaching Noctis’s side, Noctis threw his arm around Prompto’s shoulders. Quickly he began guiding them out of the room and hurriedly put together a lie to get the blond to stay outside for a bit.

“Sania just called,” he began, “She was wondering if we could help her find a…rare frog around here.” 

His face twisted up at his own lie, but he stuck with it. “Since we’re here we might as well take a look right.” 

“Uh…Noct?” Prompto sounded about as disbelieving as Noctis felt about what he made up.

“Yeah Prom?” 

“We’re in a desert dude.” Prompto deadpanned.

“…did I mention it was rare?”

Prompto stopped in his tracks and Noctis stopped with him. A sigh left him as he looked on the ground. But then, he looked back up at Noctis, the beginnings of a smile on his face. 

“I hate to say it buddy, but your lying skills suck.”

“Hey!” Noctis frowned and looked away from him. “I’m trying here.”

“I know.” Prompto huffed in amusement. He threw his own around around Noctis’s shoulders as well and started leading them to the crowsnest instead. “I know you’re just trying to help, but how about we don’t get all dirty in the desert and just snack on some fries instead?” 

“Sounds good to me.” Noctis smiled, and went along with him.

As long as it helped Prompto, he’d be willing to just chill in the diner for a few hours.

~

When they woke, it was in pain. Not terrible pain, but the pain of stiff muscles and of joints needing to pop. With a groan they sat up and stretched, taking a deep breath. Their chest hurt, but it was mild compared to their memory.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Ignis was nearby, sitting in a chair. It looked like he had been cleaning his daggers. 

“…Where’s Prompto?” They asked, once they found their voice.

“With Noctis I assume. Would you like me to call him?” Ignis had already taken his phone out before they even nodded.

He handed them the phone and they waited for Prompto to pick up.

“Heyas Iggs. What’s up?”

“Prom?” They only said his name and silence fell. 

Suddenly there was clattering, receding foot steps, and a confused prince calling after Prompto. It took only about ten seconds before the room door burst open and a winded Prompto came flying through. He was at their side before Ignis was even on his feet. The surprise on Ignis’s face would have been hilarious, if Prompto wasn’t near tears and holding them tightly against himself.

“I’m so so sorry!” He started. Before long, he’d worked himself into a fit of guilt. But they were working just as hard to calm him down.

“Prom, It’s not your fault.”

Can i have a match-up? Im a 5 7′ blue eyes blonde hair cubby, ISTJ. Iam well rounded nerd, i like reading anime/manga, superhero movies, arts and crafts video games. My biggist pet peeve is when people dont know how to behave in public. I take a whlie to open up to people and generally quite person. Thanks in advance.

I match you with Prompto! Being a nerd would be ideal in Prompto’s eyes. You could bounce each other’s interests off each other and keep up with one another when talking about said interests. Prompto is a little energetic in public, but not so much that’d it would be unacceptable to you I think. As for taking awhile to open up, Prompto is the same way. He presents the happy personality first, but will only let you view his insecurities after knowing you for a while. 

Hi could you plz do me a matchup with one of the bros? I have black hair and dark brown eyes, I like taking photo’s and I play guitar. I’m very creative and I like exploring places. I am funny and the leader of my group of my friends. I like having alone time but also like to have company. I love movies and music 🎶. I am known for giving others advice on there problems. I am kind, polite, funny and caring once you get to know me. I am a huge animal lover. And I love baking. Thanks 😊

Prompto would be a good match for you. Photographs would be something you’d bond over, and he’d enjoy hearing you play your guitar. He’d be energetic and able to keep up with you if you went exploring. not to mention your sense of humor would win him over in a heartbeat. And who doesn’t love and an animal lover? 

May I ask for a mash up preatty pleaseee?? ** I’m a straight girl, 5ft4, I have long red hair, green eyes. I love every form of art, pictures, videogames, music (I play the flute and the drums), movies. I love to sing and to draw. I’m very shy and introverted, I have a few friends, but I would die for them! I had some problems with depression… Thank you so much <3

Prompto and you would go well together I think. You’re both creative individuals, and his exuberant nature would offset your shyness. Aside from that, I think he’d mildly struggle with knowing you have depression and worry he wouldn’t know how to help. But, like in all things, he’d strive to do his best to support you anyways.