#promptis hell

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

Promptis or Ignoct?? ❤💜

Who do ya ship? Tell me 😁

[enby-prompto]

ASSASSIN'S FESTIVAL OMG

NOBODY TOLD ME NOCTIS AND PROMPTO WERE GOING TO BE SO NERDY, NOBODY WARNED ME IGNIS WAS SO BASHFUL, I DIDN’T THINK GLADIO WAS GONNA COCKBLOCK SO HARD OMG WHAT IS THIS DLC.

Square decided to make an entire Assassin’s Creed convention in FFXV wtf

I’m only 5 minutes in.

[365runesofthesystem]

NM Luna Is Great. Part Three!

So Luna gets three parts and the road trip appears! Yay!

And now is the time for everyone to just tell me how to do the road trip! I on’t mind! Cause I don’t know! Yay!

Read it on AO3 as well! 

Enjoy!

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV / Relationships: Prompto/Noctis Noct&Luna Luna&Prompto

Tags: Prompto, Noctis, Luna, Love Talk, Confessions, Prompto is Cute, Noct si Trying, Secrets, Resolve, Luna Knows, Definitely Ships, Road Trip Begins,

Chapter Seventeen: ... And New Courage.

Luna was happy.

Truly so.

Even after the little mess-up in the morning with Prompto, he was still kind enough to show her around the Citadel as Noctis went on with business.

He showed her so many things, giving her a view she never had before, one that held wonderful lights and beautiful picture-perfect scapes. He gave her a full tour, included with stories of different adventures and silly situations about everyone that lived here.

It was like looking through the eyes of innocence, the way Prompto described a world that only recently had begun to see true freedom and peace.

It gave Luna a warm feeling, one that she just knew Noctis must have had.

And they had become fast friends, each of them enjoying the company of another who knew Noctis.

After the tour, with the sun still having a bit of sky to travel through, they had went to the garden, Prompto showing off all the different angles for capturing the flowers’ beauty when she brought it up.

“Prompto?”

He stopped mid-rant, crouching in front of a bed of daisies, glancing up from his camera to give her a smile that seemed to be forever filled with sunshine.

“Yes Lady Lunafreya?”

She smiled back.

“Ah, Luna is just fine Prompto.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his head for a second before trying again.

“Ah, then what can I do for ya Luna?”

She nodded, coming down to crouch next to him and looking at the daisies for a second. Prompto gave her a look but went back to taking pictures.

Luna waited, hearing the shutter go off.

“I was just wondering how it feels to be in love?”

She heard the camera fall, knew that they were both lucky the thing had a strap around Prompto’s arm, and saw it swing uselessly in the air. She looked up and couldn’t help but laugh.

Prompto’s face was red, red enough that his freckles seemed to be ready to pop off any second. He was staring hard at the daisies, like they were going to give him an answer and his mouth opened and closed as he tried to dredge one up.

How cute.

“Ah, uh… I, uh… wouldn’t know.”

His voice cracked, just the tiniest bit, and he groaned, putting his face into his hands.

Luna left him for a moment, leaning in and smelling the daisies.

Prompto opened his fingers, looking past the shyly at her.

“Is it really that obvious?”

She smiled, looking at how the flowers seemed to be more alive, wondered if Prompto talked to them as he shot photos.

“I think it is. But I also believe that is a lovely thing.”

Prompto groaned, his fingers closing again.

“… Do you think he knows?”

Luna sighed at that, giving Prompto a look that she knew he didn’t understand.

“Oh Prompto. If only you knew.”

When they had gotten back to Noctis, he had wanted to spend time with her and they had sat around a table with tea served by Ignis and guarded by Gladio. Prompto had been dragged off by the man Nyx and Aranea, their excuse wanting to practice while being shot at.

So they were alone, talking about everything and nothing, discussing things from the notebook - Noctis has kept it, even after they had gotten out of contact for that bout of time - and about how they both had grown since that time.

They were in the subject of his father when Noctis snorted.

“Did Prompto tell you about how he and Dad met?”

And then he had shared the memory, his face melting into something soft and filled with a love that not even Luna could compete with.

He stopped, giving Luna a raised eyebrow as she smiled at him.

“What?”

She sat back and shook her head.

“Noctis, tell me. When did you realize it?”

He blinked for a second, a small smile appearing on his face, ghosting but there.

“Realize what Luna?”

She shrugged, drinking her tea and looking out. The view was good, a giant window showing off a balcony with one of the best views of Insomnia.

Luna smiled, wondering if Prompto and Noctis came out here to take photos.

Noctis gave her another look before drinking his own tea, Ignis coming to make some more.

Luna turned back, her eyes bright as she thought of Noctis showing Prompto this spot.

“I was wondering when you realized you loved Prompto.”

Noctis instantly turned and spit, his tea going onto the floor and Ignis gently putting the teapot back down.

Noct coughed for a second, his cup clattering onto its plate.

He didn’t look at Luna, his cheeks catching a nice blush as Ignis started cleaning up.

Luna just waited, feeling her smile get bigger.

“Oh jeez Luna.”

He sighed for a second, his eyes out the window before he turned back to her, his eyes bright and his cheeks flushed.

“It was a few years ago… when we were nineteen.”

Luna could just imagine the time, the year that Noctis last had to enjoy his teenage years before the future cracked down on him.

“How did you realize?”

Noct groaned, his face turning redder as he wiped a hand across it.

“It just kinda happened… I woke up and he was there and it just… clicked, I guess.”

His voice got soft at the end but Luna heard it, the sincerity and truth behind them.

She sighed, giving Noct a look.

“Then why haven’t you told him yet?”

Ignis scoffed, serving more tea to both of them. Gladio barked out a laugh from where he stood.

“Got ya there princess.”

“A fine question that even I have asked Lady Lunafreya.”

Noct blushed harder, muttering out a “shut up” to his friends before turning back to Luna.

“It isn’t only about me.”

The tone was instantly a lot more sad and serious. 

One that Noctis rarely used.

Luna frowned, seeing how Noctis’ face morphed into something decidedly not happy.

“I can’t just be going around confessing my love to anyone and I don’t want to put Prompto in a situation that has him choosing because of outside factors.”

“Noctis.”

He turned away again, his face turning into a scowl.

“And anyways, on the off chance Prompto does choose me, there is a chance we wouldn’t be accepted. Not only would that outrule a heir but also, it would the first kind of relationship in Lucis. How could I put my people, my dad, Prompto through something like that?”

“Noctis.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head, Luna getting the distinct feeling  that Noctis had gone through this train of thought for too long.

“No Luna, You don’t understand. I can’t put my feelings first in this situation. I have a responsibility to my people to lead them on! I have an obligation to Prompto to not get him sucked up into such things! You don’t know him like I do! He would be devastated if he thought for one second that he was ruining my image of King or consider himself a burde-”

Luna grabbed his face, her hands cupping his cheeks gently and and turning him to face her.

“Noctis. Listen to me. You have a heart too big; a soul too kind for the person that you are. I knew this from the moment I had met you. I highly doubted that anyone would understand and be able to deliver the happiness I knew you deserved. But you found him Noctis. And no one else has helped you. You did it all by yourself. So give yourself this one request.”

Noctis made a whine and looked at her, his eyes going wide for a second. Luna smiled at him, feeling her eyes water just a little.

“Prompto is old enough to make his own choices. As are you. The country will follow their King as long as you stand firm. So put your feelings first for a moment Noctis. You owe that to yourself.”

-

Noct sighed, watching Ignis and Gladio pack the Regalia, the game of tetris kinda impressive with how much crap Ignis managed to fit into the trunk.

Prompto brought another bag over, handing it to Gladio before giving Noct a look.

“And for a second, I thought you would wish something actually amazing for your twenty-second bday. A road trip Noct? Being a little spontaneous aren’t we?”

It wasn’t really that.

Noct had planned out the trip two weeks before his birthday, when Luna had urged him to confess and go through the trials of love with Prompto himself. 

His dad had given him the idea, letting him know that it would probably be his last chance before he officially took on the role of future King on his twenty-fifth birthday. 

Both Ignis and Gladio had ensured his safety on the trip, telling him that if he was going to chase after Prompto the whole time, someone had make sure he didn’t die. 

And Cor had hinted that if he was going to get Prompto to go along with it, he would probably need an excuse for it.

So he had made it his birthday wish, knowing that Prompto wouldn’t reject it, no matter how weird it was.

Noct shrugged, looking away from his friend for a moment.

“It seemed like a good enough idea. And we’ll meet up with Luna in Altissa at the end. It will be fun.”

Prompto looked at him disbelieving, one eyebrow moving up as his eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Somehow, battling daemons and tracking down rogue MT dropships is not my definition of fun dude.”

Ignis closed the trunk, sighing out triumphantly.

“Well, that is all for the preparation Your Highness. We are all good to go.”

Noctis smiled.

“Well then I guess we should get started then, huh?”

[enby-prompto]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia Additional Tags: Spoilers, Final Fantasy XV Spoilers, Unrequited Love, One-Sided Relationship Summary: This is how it Ends. Spoilers for the end of the game. Prompto’s perspective. This is the darkest timeline.

The trajectory of Prompto Argentum’s entire existence had lead up to this point, and he had done it all for one unyielding fact.

With all of his being, he was in love with Noctis Lucis Caelum.

I wrote a really depressing fic again. #surprise

Read below, or on AO3.

That’s when he knew.

Prompto caught himself in his bow, even face breaking into one of hopelessness as he let his focus on the dingy ground before him slip as he screwed his eyes shut. That was that. He had missed his chance, and he bit back a gulp around the growing knot in his throat. He could hear Noctis’ retreating steps grow distant just as the distorted creaking of incoming Daemons sounded behind him. Darting his eyes left, he caught Ignis’ movement to summon his daggers.

This was it.

He turned to follow, hand meeting the familiar cool grip around his gun with no more than a thought. Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto found themselves squaring off against two Iron Giants and several more Daemons emerging from the depths of the Citadel, surrounding their periphery. He fired a warning shot, while Gladio let out a beastial roar, moving to the front. Ignis bent into a near crouch, daggers at the ready. A small but persistent voice in his head cried and screamed as he tried not to look back at best friend. For the last time.

The fear that would have otherwise overwhelmed him didn’t seem to land, despite the dampness he could feel begging to eek out from the corners of his eyes.

Ten years of waiting, and this was the moment it had hit him. From back when Noctis first had tried to help him up so long ago to this very moment, their entire friendship and lives had built up to this point, and of course, this was how it all came together. He had spent most of their last night failing his attempts to avoid crying, and even when Noctis had put a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked directly into his eyes and smiled that damn smile he had waited and waited for, the moment slipped by so quickly he couldn’t capture it in his mind, he couldn’t preserve it like all of the photos that would be all that were left after th-

The Iron Giant closest to him came down with its sword, and he dodged closer to the Tactician. The Shield came at the farther one, sweeping his greatsword up into its ribs. Ignis tossed a spell out to the pair, rendering the second temporarily immobilized. Ignis ended with his back up toward the blonde. They would have been doing well, but before they could successfully form up against the second Iron Giant, a stampede of Goblins rushed them from all sides, and any time they had to act fell into to a frenzy of parries and dodges. Prompto did his best to stay out of arm’s length to fire off the occasional shot, while Ignis gracefully blocked in a hurried fashion around them both. This went on for the better part of several minutes. Gladio’s shield constantly barreled into wave after wave, but there were such a number of them that it became impossible to keep up, and the gunner winced as he was caught in the thigh with a small dagger and again in shoulder. The knot in Prompto’s throat grew tighter still as if to choke him. As he shuddered in a breath around it, he conjured up his massive circular saw and just shut his eyes and grimaced through the ensuing carnage.

This was it.

As much as he had tried to prepare for this moment, as much as he knew what lie on the other side of their victory, as much as he knew that this had truly been what he was put on Eos for, he wasn’t ready. Not now, not when he had finally figured things out for himself.

With a sudden heavy twist in the air around them, the Iron Giants let out two gravity bombs. The gunner felt the ground leave his feet as he and all around him were yanked in. Some of the injured goblins were instantly ripped in half as they were pulled between the two bombs, disintegrating back into an inky black mist. The guys knocked together in the center of it all, landing in a messy heap. As the wave passed, the three moved to jump to their feet. Ignis almost instantly collapsed upon trying to rise.

“Iggy!” The man hadn’t been faring too well, and was now starting to show just how many hits he had taken during their exchange with the first several waves of goblins.

Just as the gunner slapped an Elixir against Ignis’ back, what Prompto could only describe as a sonic boom resounded from above them. In spite of the chaos around them, the gunner peered up. “What was that?”, Ignis inquired, turning toward the sound. In the very far distance, at the top of the Citadel, a familiar blue light shone. “Well, if it isn’t the King of Light,” Gladio called out, and a smile weaker than he would have liked grew on Prompto’s lips. The tone of solid pride and affection in the Shield’s voice could not be missed. Ignis smiled to himself. It wouldn’t last, as the Iron Giants seemed to have pushed them into the center of the roundabout, axes coming in wide at both sides. Ignis seemed to have been paying more attention in that second, because he shoved the blonde, who crashed on to his back and out of the line of fire. Gladio raised his shield and sounded a grunt as the force of both axes knocked him to his knees and down further still. The block hadn’t been able to reach Ignis, who had been caught along the spine and forcefully knocked face first across the street, landing in a tumble until he stopped.

“NO!” The gunner cried out and he reached for the broken form of the Advisor bled on the asphalt, curled backward around the base of a lamppost. Ignis, dazed, took a very long time to lift his head while Gladio proceeded to pull the Daemons attention toward away. Arachne began to fall from some unseen partition of the towers above them.

It wasn’t fair. It had never been fair. This was not a game they had been meant to win. The thought had been one that had crossed the gunner’s mind over and over and over like broken code, but he had come to terms with it. Expect that was a lie, and if given a second chance he would have done everything again so differently. Prompto had lost so much time, only to have to come to this.

The blue light above them seemed to be growing brighter by the minute, and the blonde’s breath caught. It was almost like seeing the sun rise again.

If only he could get to Ignis, they could regroup. If only he had been more honest, if only-

If only they could see the sun again together, one last time.

Just missing another gaggle of goblins headed his way, he made a dash across the area. Ignis was just starting to rise, sensing the impending wave and firing off a Fira at the Goblin’s tailing the gunner. The Advisor’s breathing was ragged, and he looked like he would soon be in need of a Phoenix Down. The blond did his best to fire off as many rounds as possible in all directions, trying to provide cover for himself and the other two as they wailed on wave after endless wave. He was running low on potions.

Prompto wanted to be scared; he wanted to be angry. Angry at the disgusting thing that had caused all of their suffering that dared to once call himself a ‘King’, angry at the Astrals for letting this happen, angry at the man who once bestowed upon him the title of “son”, but now, now, facing the cascading relentless wave of Daemons threatening to consume them, all he could feel was despair. He despaired every moment he wasted being so worried about what other people would think of him if he had been honest. If he had been honest. If only he hadn’t been so stupid. He was so stupid, and now -

A wail sounded, and the body of the second Iron Giant fell several feet away in the opposite direction of Ignis, Gladio gripping onto sword buried in it’s chest.

Prompto wanted to feel triumphant, but then he glanced a closer look at the Shield. A wide gash across his ribs was tainted with poison, and the man was covered in a slick sheen of sweat. Before Gladiolus could remove his weapon from the corpse, a spider woman was upon him, shield materializing just a moment too slow. He could see a pincer tear through the man’s shoulder. With a cry, the tank of a man persisted, just able to block the next blow. After emptying an entire chamber’s worth of bullets into the creature, Prompto looked back to Ignis, still cornered across the way, the incoming wave of goblins was now being tailed by Necromancers. Ignis stood up to his full height upon their approach, looking as regal as Prompto has ever seen him. Holding his head high and placing a hand over his heart, both of his daggers flared to life as Sagefire crackled around them. Before the horde could consume the Tactician, he ran straight into it, disappearing before an explosion rocked everything in his path. Ignis was nowhere to be seen. The gunner was stuck in the middle, looking between the two.

By that point, the sky around the Citadel burned with magic. The air felt the way it did before lightning struck. Without any warning, the gun in Prompto’s hand dissipated. It would not return. Blue eyes widened in shock.

There was only one thing that could mean.

The cold grip of fear sank straight through his heart.

A sob erupted from Prompto’s chest uncontrollably, the tears that had threatened to fall early rushed all too quickly to his cheeks and streamed down to his chin. His best buddy, his closest friend, the only person on the whole planet to ever stop and notice him, to validate him, to come to his rescue, the man he had waited ten years in darkness for to return, his King, was…

Noctis was dead.

Prompto had never gotten to tell him how he felt.

Another Iron Giant approached.

The blond gritted his teeth, panic tinging the despair as it settled in for the first time. His eyes darted back and forth to the spots where he had last seen Ignis and Gladio, but they were nowhere to be seen. The Daemons seemed fuzzier now, as if unable to hold form, but it did not seem to keep them from coming. He feel to his knees, hyperventilating, coming to cradle his trigger finger. As if on cue, he recalled the smile Noctis had given him the night before. The way the prince snored in the backseat of the Regalia so long ago. The several times Prompto had farted and blamed it on his bestie, when Noctis had borrowed his homework and they both failed the pop quiz the next day, the way he was bored when the prince kept them at a dock all day fishing, the way they held hands while Prompto dragged them through Lestallum the first time, the way Noctis’s breath fell against his cheek while they slept after he had told him he was “good enough,” the way they comfortably fell asleep in a hotel bed in Altissa, pressed together as if the other would disappear by morning.

The trajectory of Prompto Argentum’s entire existence had lead up to this point, and he had done it all for one unyielding fact.

With all of his being, he was in love with Noctis Lucis Caelum.

The rest was silence.

[enby-prompto]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum Summary:

Takes place during Prompto's tour "Up Close and Personal". This isn't explicitly Prompto/Noctis, but they are affectionate and homoerotic. After Galdin Quay, before Titan. No warnings, and no spoilers.

- Before he could help himself, Prompto had brought up his camera again, snapping away at the smile that filled his vision. Before long, the face in the viewfinder fell into a sharp grimace, and there was a quick moment where the blond thought the prince was mad at him for some reason and his heart dropped for a beat. However, as he dropped the camera, the blonde realized that Noctis was looking not at him, but behind him. An Imperial drop ship descended, opening up to reveal a patrol that would land perfectly between them and camp. A chill ran down Prompto’s spine.

[enby-prompto]

Prom: My hero. Noct: Eh. Gun: GUN