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gingerel · 7 months

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promptis 📷🎣

It’s just a hand.

Noctis has had much scarier things in his hand. That snake someone bought in for show and tell, the wrong end of Ignis' dagger, a not very well-balanced magic-flask which exploded not in his hand, thankfully.

In most ways, Noctis is brave, he’s not afraid of much.

Prompto’s hand is right there on the table, a few inches away from the soda dripping condensation into the table, turned half on its side in prime position for someone to take and Noctis just cannot bring himself to do it.

Noctis doesn’t think Prompto will exactly mind if they hold hands. Three days ago, they kissed, more of an accident than anything, and while neither of them has had the nerve to bring it up—or do it again—the fact Prompto hasn’t stopped showing up has to mean something positive.

Prompto’s other hand moves, fingers drumming against the tabletop, but it would be awkward for Noctis to reach out and take that one, so he can’t focus on it for long.

“What time did you say Ignis was coming to get you?” Prompto asks.

Noctis drags his eyes up to Prompto’s face—not exactly a hardship—and tries to make his brain process the words. Prompto smiles at him, tilting his head a little while he waits for an answer and have his eyelashes always been this long?

“Noct?” Prompto nudges.

“I um—I don’t remember,” Noctis admits.

Prompto rolls his eyes good-naturedly and the hand Noctis has been gawking at pretty much all afternoon shifts to grasp the soda between them so Prompto can take a long drink. They’re sharing, which is basically kissing anyway.

Noctis should just take his hand, once it’s empty again.

“Do you have to go?”

Noctis blinks at his best-friend and blurts, “What?”

“If you can’t remember what time you have to leave it’s not important, right?” Prompto explains. “So, you could maybe just stay.”

“Here?” Noctis asks. Prompto nods. “With you?”

Prompto’s cheeks turn pink, but he nods again.

Noctis could stay, he’s done it before. He can order them food and log into his Moogleflix, and they can just move over to the couch and—

“Dude, what is up with you?” Prompto wonders.

Noctis wants to hold his hand. It’s hard to think about anything else.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re so spacey,” Prompto muses, laughing just a little.

That hand lifts off the table again, gently pushing back some of the hair fallen across Noctis’ face. It’s not an unusual touch, in general Prompto is generous with them, tactile and affectionate in an uncommon way that Noct has long since grown accustomed. What is unusual is the way Prompto lets his hands drift back a little, fingertips scratching briefly but wonderfully against Noct’s scalp before a thumb traces his ear and the hand starts to fall away.

Noctis snatches it by the wrist before it can completely depart, heart beating too fast for sitting still.

“Sorry,” Prompto mumbles and his pink blush turns crimson.

“Don’t be,” Noctis breathes. “Do you—the other day…”

Prompto tries to tug his hand free, but Noctis doesn’t let him, just shifts so they’re palm to warm palm, thumb hooked over finger and tension almost palpable in every digit. Prompto’s palm is soft, but his fingers are a little rougher than Noctis was expecting. It’s not bad, not even a little bit, just another facet of Prompto for Noctis to file away in his mind and treasure for the rest of his life.

Noctis flexes his hand and Prompto squeezes back, his throat bobbing.

“We kissed,” Prompto says, voice cracking a little.

“Yes,” Noctis agrees. “We can—do it again?”

This time, when Prompto nods, it’s a rapid bob up and down. He tugs at Noctis hand, and they lean into each other eagerly, almost too fast. Their noses crunch together right before their lips touch but it’s literally kind of perfect.

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shr0uds · 8 months

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#finnie art #noctis caelum #noctis #final fantasy noctis #promptis #prompto argentum #ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #ffxv prompto #prompto x noctis #final fantasy xv prompto

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meiliem1619 · 1 year

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Year end fluff.

(12/20/2022)

#prompto x noctis #prompto #noctis #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #my art #fan art

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menhera-worm · 4 months

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💖( T_T)＼(^-^ )💖

#my art #wormkingsart #ffxv #ff15 #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #ffxv noctis #ffxv prompto #promptis #prompto x noctis #sanrio #bad badtz maru #pochacco

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savage-rhi · 1 year

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Noct and prompto trying to make out but they just can’t stop laughing because of something that happened before

Coming up!

It didn't matter how many times Prompto pulled Noctis in for a heated kiss. It didn't matter how Noctis dug his fingers through Prompto's locks to hold them both in place. Neither could stop bursting into a giggling mess as mouths slid against one another until all hope had been lost.

Noctis bowed his head in defeat. His mouth covered by his right hand while attempting to calm himself. It didn't help that Prompto fell upon the sleeping bags in the tent, holding onto his stomach for dear life while he cackled like a squawking chocobo.

Noctis was surprised that Gladio and Ignis hadn't burst through to see what the commotion was. Then again, everyone had a little too much to drink this evening after the Behemoth hunt went down. It had been Gladio's suggestion they partake in a glaive tradition, in which everyone in the hunting party takes a shot for each wound inflicted upon the Behemoth. Noctis was surprised both he and Prompto were still standing by the end of it.

Turning his attention back to Prompto, Noctis snorted and wiped away at his eyes. His face felt so warm from his own bouts, that he thought the muscles in his cheeks would melt.

"I can't---I can't believe you tongued me when I yawned! That was low, even for you! I choked!" Noctis exclaimed. He fell onto his side, not able to hold himself up any longer while gasping for breath.

"I---I---" Prompto panted heavily, trying in vain to speak up between hysterics. "I saw an opportunity, and by the grace of the gods, I took it!"

"You are---never permitted to drink---again!" Noctis boldly proclaimed mid laugh. He somehow managed to crawl toward Prompto, grabbing a hold of his left hand and giving a squeeze while the former continued to howl.

Eventually, the euphoria from both their highs began to tamper. Weak chuckles permeated the tent as did deep breaths. Prompto combed his free hand through his hair, letting out a gasp before speaking up.

"Soo, now what?"

"What?" Noctis turned his head against the sleeping bag he was on.

"Did that--did that kiss afterward mean anything or were we just messing around?" Prompto blinked while his eyes searched the ceiling of the tent.

"I think we're both a little too inebriated to have a deep discussion right now. Wouldn't you agree?" Noctis nervously chuckled.

"Yeah," Prompto sighed. "I might pass out soon."

"I'm not far behind ya," Noctis huffed. "Hey, Prompt."

"Yeah?"

"For what it's worth," Noctis furrowed his brows while he smiled toward him. "That was...nice."

Prompto was taken back. He wasn't sure of what to say. Half of himself wanted to lean up over Noctis and kiss him again, the other wanted to drop dead and sleep. He felt himself leaning to the latter, and waved off Noctis's remark after giving him a shove while laughing.

"You weren't so bad yourself! Luna's gonna love it!"

"Hey," Noctis made a face. "Now I know you're full of crap."

"I mean it! You're not bad!" Prompto exclaimed.

"Whatever..."

As the evening antics died down, both Noctis and Prompto fell asleep close by each other. Neither had let go of the other's hand while they dreamed.

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justxprettyxboys · 2 years

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X | Prompto & Noctis | Final Fantasy 15

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heyhollow · 8 months

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Few months old but ye

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ryuby · 2 years

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When you want Gay Arts figurines more than plain Play Arts ones.

👀👀👀

*Playful Shipping Ryuby*

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a-still-small-vox · 1 year

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Prompto finds out he is a weapon designed to kill the Prince of Lucis, who does not personally know. He realises that the only sure way to prevent himself from being a threat to an innocent man is… to take himself out of the picture. He goes to a bridge with this plan in mind, but a kind stranger comes along and catches him before he can act.

[READ HERE ON AO3]

Posted for Fandom Trumps Hate 2023. Thank you so much to @mathclasswarfare for bidding on me, and thank you for @kaiserin-astraia for the beta!

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gingerel · 11 months

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promptis | body swap

This was originally posted in two parts on my twitter, but posting here as one thing.

Part One

Some attacks they just can’t dodge.

Sometimes there’s not enough time to move or doing so leaves someone else vulnerable instead. And sometimes the attack is a cloud of thick, acid green mist that explodes two feet to the left of Prompto and expands to encompass him faster than he can blink.

It fills his nose and throat, making his eyes stream. Noct calls his name but Prompto can barely hear him through what feels like cotton wool stuffed in his ears. Prompto drops to his knees just as a hand grips his shoulder.

The world tilts, completely twists upside down and sideways and when it stops he’s standing somehow. The mist is gone but there’s thick slime clinging to the grass underfoot in its place.

Prompto’s clutching something, he realises and he drops his eyes to his unusually pale arm and follows it down to see his fingers clenched in the shoulder of his own vest. Prompto blinks to try and focus his eyes because -

“What the fuck?” Prompto says but his voice sounds like Noct's voice and the person on the ground - him, that’s him - turns on their knees to blink up at him.

“Prompto?” his own voice sounds.

“Are you both alright?” Ignis asks, “Prompto? Are you confused?”

“Yes,” Prompto says, using Noct’s voice again, “I’m very confused.”

“Noct,” Gladio says, “Stop fucking around.”

“I’m not,” the Prompto on the ground says.

“I think we might have discovered a new status effect,” Ignis says, remarkably calm. “You should both take a remedy,” he says practically.

To be fair, they've seen weirder and worse at this point.

When Gladio takes a step forward Ignis throws out a hand to keep him in place.

“I don’t want to know what it’s like to be that broad, thank you,” Ignis says smartly, “Best not to touch the residue.”

“Noct?” Prompto says and his own head nods at him, “This is so weird.”

“Can you access the armiger?” Ignis asks and Noct looks away from Prompto and lifts a hand. He summons a vial into his hand then fumbles and almost drops it to the ground.

“Smooth,” Gladio mumbles.

“Shut up,” Noct snaps, “It’s not my fault, it’s Prompto’s body.”

“Hey.”

Noct smashes the remedy and the magic washes over his skin. He shudders and looks up at Prompto hopefully but nothing happens.

“You too, Prompto,” Ignis suggests and Prompto thinks one of the vials into his palm too. It’s a cool rush, like it always is, like washing off something itchy, but nothing life altering happens.

“They’re still covered in it,” Gladio suggests, “You guys should wash off in the river and try again.”

“You might need to sleep it off,” Ignis muses.

Noct huffs in the sleeping bag over from Prompto’s - does Prompto always sound that whiny? - and rolls over. Prompto gets it; he can’t get comfortable either. Noct has broader shoulders than him but his legs are thinner and that inch he has on Prompto must entirely exist within them because Prompto can’t seem to settle them down in a way that doesn’t feel awkward.

Prompto had always kind of thought he hated his body; he wishes he were just a little taller and that he didn’t tire so easily but he misses it now he’s existing elsewhere. Cleaning up had been awkward and embarrassing, wading into the water fully dressed and slowly shedding their sodden layers one by one. The water was clear and did nothing to hide any part of them and they soon quickly realised it was less awkward to stare at the body changing next to them - their own - rather than down at their own limbs for a change.

Noctis hadn’t taken his wristband off though. For that Prompto is thankful. He hadn't even needed to ask.

“Are you always this cold?” Prompto asks, curling his - Noct’s - toes over to clutch at the thick socks he’d thrown on before laying down.

“Pretty much,” Noct admits.

Prompto doesn’t follow up with a question to ask if Noct’s back always hurts this much or if the ache in his knee ever subsides. He already knows the answer to that and neither of them will be soothed by having it said aloud again.

Noct huffs again and then he’s moving, nylon sleeping bag dragging across the tent floor until he’s right up against Prompto’s side.

“Um, hello?” Prompto whispers in shock.

“You won’t get to sleep if you’re cold,” Noct tells him and Prompto supposes he would know.

“Right so -”

Noct wiggles until his body is curled around Prompto’s, almost half resting on top of him where he can't grab him with his limbs like he might in a real bed.

“Excuse me,” Prompto croaks.

“Shut up, you do this all the time,” Noct mumbles.

It’s true, but he normally does it in his sleep and wakes up so long before Noctis that he’d assumed his friend had no idea.

“That’s not -”

“Sometimes I don’t sleep until you do,” Noct says, voice so quiet Prompto almost doesn’t hear him.

“Oh.”

Noct shifts again, like he can’t quite settle. “Your shoulders are so bony,” Noct complains.

Prompto scoffs, “If you wanna talk about bony we can talk about your butt.”

“Boys,” Ignis snaps.

“Go to sleep,” Gladio demands.

Part Two

When Prompto wakes up in the morning still with too long legs he feels like he might cry.

He feels awful, but he doesn’t know if it's the after effects of the spell or simply what Noctis has to deal with every morning. It would go some way to explain why he’s always in such a foul mood in the mornings and Prompto vows to never make fun of him again - maybe see if there’s anything he can do to help.

Noct is gone, Prompto realises, the warmth of the other body absent and Prompto wonders if it was the slow retreat of his lingering warmth that had woken him up. When he finally musters the strength to crawl out of his sleeping bag and onto the haven he’s greeted by the sight of his own body helping Ignis at the cooking station, chattering away in much the way it’s normal inhabitant does rather than the one residing there now.

“Good morning,” Prompto says, Noct’s voice sounding rougher than normal.

“You look like shit,” Gladio tells him.

“Thanks,” Noct mumbles on his behalf, “Real nice, Gladio.” He abandons Ignis at the stove and approaches Prompto, mouth drawn tight with concern. “Your back hurts,” Noct says, very matter of fact.

“Yeah, how did you -” Prompto cuts himself off. Of course Noct would know.

Noct rolls his eyes and steps up close to his side, palm flat against Prompto’s spine he digs his fingertips up to just under his shoulder blade and rolls them over a muscle. It’s agony for a moment then a little trickle of bliss right down Prompto's spine. Noct can’t seem to quite look at him - himself, Prompto supposes - eyes fixed over Prompto’s shoulders as he zones out a little

“Wow,” Prompto mumbles, “Thanks.”

Noct keeps going for a moment then, almost idly smooths his whole hand up and down Prompto’s spine. It’s new and a little odd, but it feels good so Prompto doesn’t ask him to stop.

Gladio clears his throat and Noct suddenly jumps back, shaking out his hand like Prompto burnt him right through his t-shirt.

“We’re heading out straight after breakfast,” Gladio says, “Hopefully we won't have to fight anything until this thing resolves itself.”

Prompto doesn’t know the last time they went a whole day without fighting so it really comes as no surprise when they end up in the thick of it only an hour after setting out from the haven.

When he and Noct had accessed the armiger immediately after the spell had taken effect it had been enough to test they had magic still and for some reason they’d just assumed they had the exact same magic as they always did.

What actually seems to be the case, however, is that their bodies remember exactly what kind of magic they’ve always had even if the people currently driving don’t have the capacity to control it.

Prompto tries to keep his distance, more carefully than ever because he’ll be damned if Noct’s body gets injured while he’s the one steering it.

But Prompto literally hears his own voice says “what the fuck” then fires his gun at a killer wasp headed right for Gladio and suddenly stops existing. Or something. Temporarily. Because he does exist again, in a blink of an eye but he’s in mid air, crashing down on top of one of the wasps and if he was actually Noct he’d just switch out for a polearm and spear it through it’s weird, gross body but he’s not so all Prompto can manage is to cry out and curl in on himself to brace for his inevitable collision with the ground.

So much for not hurting Noct’s body, he thinks, as searing pain blisters across his arm. Broken, more than likely.

“I can’t warp,” Noct screams, “Somebody get to Prompto.”

There’s a crunch and some of the buzzing around him dies but it’s replaced quickly, the same sickening thwick, thwick, thwick of wings.

Blind hope makes him raise the gun again aiming it just anywhere away from the fight and his friends and anything that might make this worse. Just making sure to aim close to the ground.

“I hate warping,” Prompto says miserably.

His arm is fine, fixed up quick with an elixir but the embarrassment still has a firm hold on him.

“I hate not warping,” Noct says.

They’re alone in the tent, Prompto sulking and Noct refusing to leave his side for some reason.

“Maybe they should kiss,” Gladio’s voice drifts into them, “That’s a thing right - a kiss to break a spell?”

“It didn’t work when Noct got stuck as a frog,” Prompto yells out to him, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth as he remembers the somehow sticky and slick feel of Noct’s little head against his lips.

Noctis snorts, absently kneading one of his biceps.

“Did you get hurt?”

Noct shakes his head.

“What is the point of having biceps like this if you can’t swing a greatsword?” Noct mumbles.

Prompto blinks, takes in his own arms that he’d thought were almost too thin now.

“Biceps like what?” Prompto asks.

Noct startles and because it’s Prompto’s face he goes red all across his cheeks right up to the tips of his ears.

“Maybe they should kiss,” Gladio says again and Prompto laughs along with him this time even though Noctis doesn’t.

“Maybe we should,” Noct mutters.

He squeezes his eyes shut tight, like something's causing him pain. Any effort to ask him what’s wrong on Prompto’s part, however, is undermined when Noct’s hands clumsily reach for his face, smacking him on the nose before getting a sure grip on his jaw.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up,” Noct says, “I can’t, like, look at or hear me if we’re gonna do this.” He takes in a sharp breath then mutters, “This is not how the first time should have gone.”

“First what -”

Prompto almost over balances and knocks Noct over when he tugs him forward and seals their mouths together.

Prompto’s still in Noct’s body when it’s over, but it’s hard to be upset about pretty much anything right now.

#promptis #ffxv #myficlets #first kiss #body swap #prompto x noctis #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum

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