#Gameverse!Prompto

[stonecoldmeme]

What if . . . Ardyn had succeeded in killing Noctis while he was using Prompto ? {you can has one more <3 }

What If..? Scenarios | accepting but slowwwww

He didn't have the mercy of unconsciousness. There was no foggy mind, no clouded vision, no feeling of being trapped in a dreamscape. A nightmare, maybe, but it was far too real.

Prompto knew he was awake. And he knew that was really and truly Noctis in front of him by the flip book of expressions playing out on his face, as much as he knew that he wasn't in control of his own body. It wasn't elegant, the way his legs jerked. He was sure Ardyn had the power to do better, to do more, but it had to be on purpose. Unsettling and a little bit painful, wrong--

He definitely did not raise the gun. He felt his mouth moving, but he wasn't speaking. He could barely breathe, mind cycling through protests and desperate wails even if no sound seemed to escape him.

Noctis looked so hurt. Then so angry. That's it, Noct, you figured it out, you had to have figured it out, now you can come up with a plan and get yourself out of this, get us out of this, you can--

He didn't expect the discharge. The familiar recoil, though the gun wasn't held quite right. It hurt his palm, hurt his arm, but more...

Noctis? Noctis?! He'd just-- He dropped. To the ground, with blood, he dropped, and it--

Two more shots. Two more. Aching recoil. The scent of gunpowder. The blood splatter. He couldn't hear the punched-out sound of pained wheezing in response, couldn't really hear the gunshots, he couldn't--

Get up, Noct! Get up!

He did hear Ardyn's laughter as all of his limbs were shaken at once. Like a puppet from violently-pulled strings.

Oh. It was Ardyn's voice, but... the laughter was coming from him.

[royalbratprince]

@novuscaelum

Prompto made a little hum of acknowledgement about loud talking, letting Novus take his time. Yeah, normally it would be rude to keep eating at that point, but--

Well. He was trying not to make everything seem like an interrogation. He did quiet down while the prince was talking, though, taking it all in. When he got to the actual questions, Prompto neatly folded the top of the chip bag over and set it between them. "I hope you'll cut your old man a little slack. He wanted to let you have some space, and he's worried he'll make everything worse if it seems like he's hunting you down to keep talking, which... yeah, maybe I should have listened myself, huh?" He shrugged casually enough. "This isn't a king thing, this is a family thing, and he's..." Trailing off, he let out a deep breath.

It was just... best to be direct and honest, wasn't it? "Things were a little less than perfect between your dad and your grandpa, you know? I guess it's a little frustrating to have a king instead of a dad sometimes. And he wonders a lot if he's making the same mistakes, and... Yeah, you two really should be talking about this, huh?" The blond's laugh was forced, trailing off into a sigh.

"Just... try to keep in mind, okay? The world your dad and the rest of us old folks were born into and grew up in was all about war, so... yeah, there's a reason you hear so much about it. I get that's gotta be pretty frustrating for you, though. Especially when we really do want you to be able to make your own choices instead of getting pushed into anything."

"It wasn't yelling. It was just loud talking." He was hesitant. "I..." Why did this feel like some kind of adult trap to divulge information and Prompto was the go-between? Novus quietly stared at the blond wondering if he should say any more than he already had. "Dad knows where I'm coming from? Yeah, right." How would the King know? Granted the boy heard stories but was also curious to see what Prompto's reply would be. Disregarding the pinky, the boy leaned back against the leather seat, just staring ahead unsure of what else to say. Time seemed to drop to a crawl though after some thinking, the Prince did have another question, and yet he already knew the answer to it he still asked it anyway. "Think Dad knows I'm out here and if he does why didn't he come himself to fix things?" That always seemed to be the way. Noctis having others fix things instead of doing it himself. "Why does he always let other people do it for him when he's the one that would be doing it? That's what kings are supposed to do, right?"

[4th-make-quail]

5, 6, 8, and 18! (If you want to do all of them :3)

Fandom Questions

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for? ahaha quite a few!! mostly video games with a few other canons scattered here and abouts

Final Fantasy XIV (27) Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) (26) Final Fantasy XII (18) Final Fantasy XV (13) inFAMOUS (Video Games) (13) British Comedy RPF (9) The Magnus Archives (Podcast) (8) Devil May Cry (Gameverse) (7) Supernatural (TV 2005) (7) Baldur's Gate (Video Games) (5)

Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) RPF (4) Compilation of Final Fantasy VII (4) Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) (3) Overwatch (Video Game) (2) Final Fantasy X (2) Dishonored (Video Games) (1) The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison (1) Uncharted (Video Games) (1) Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga (1) Metal Gear (Video Games) (1)

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in. AHHHH THIS IS SO HARD I HAVE SO MANY OTPS SDLKGJL'FG okay here goes!

FFXIV: Sartauvoir/Basch, Gaius/Estinien, Lyon/Menenius Resident Evil: Chris/Wesker, Leon/Krauser, Jake/Sherry FFXII: Cid/Vayne, Ghis/Bergan, Ashe/Basch/Vossler, Ondore/Reddas, Ashe/Balthier(/Al-Cid) FFXV: Gladio/Noct, Prompto/Ignis, Nyx/Drautos, Regis/Clarus inFAMOUS: Cole/Zeke, Reggie/Delsin, Eugene/Reggie Britcom RPF: Charlie Brooker/David Mitchell TMA: Jon/Gerry, Martin/Mike Crew, Peter/Elias, Jon/Elias DMC: Nero/Credo, Dante/Vergil SPN: previously Dean/Cas, now Dean/Sam, Dean/Crowley, Sam/Rowena, many many others.... bg3: Omeluum/Blurg, Tav/Emperor, Orpheus/Voss iwtv rpf: Eric/Assad ofc!! iwtv: Armand/(old)Daniel, Louis/Armand/Daniel, Louis/Daniel, Armand/Louis FFVII: Cid/Vincent, Turks Gangbang in various combos Overwatch: Reaper/Soldier 76, Hanzo/Mcree (sorry idr his new name sldhglg) FFX: Auron/Jecht/Braska, Seymour/Anima(or Seymour's mother) Dishonored: Corvo/Daud The Goblin Emperor: Thara/Iana Uncharted: Sam/Sully!!!!! but i wrote Nate/Elena as a gift lol Full Metal Alchemist: Hughes/Mustang, although I wrote Ed/Winry for an exchange MGS: Sam/Raiden, Vamp/Raiden, BB/Ocelot, BB/Kaz, although when i wrote for this fandom it was..... a britcom rpf crossover LOL

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom? well, i was SUPER into the vampire chronicles as a young teen but i basically read iwtv -> TVA -> blood & gold and then stopped, cos i was mostly HUGELY into Armand and then Marius, and less bothered about the rest. then when iwtv (tv) came out, i was HUGELY into it, but i wasn't back on tumblr back then so i just kinda squeed in my own head? so when i found out s2 was airing (i'd missed like 3 eps i think??) i just finally got into the fandom proper! and having Armand there now just gave me all the impetus i needed to start making things heh. god i love him so much... needless to say young teen me HATED the casting choice from the original film LOL

Current Fandom

18. What ship have you written the most about? it's definitely Eric/Assad atm!! i've written three Armand/Daniel drabbles for Seasons of Drabbles exchange, but man, the rpf has taken me overrrr

[royalbratprince]

" Everything hurts." [[ sending this with my third rp blog Loktonphoto, poor boi got hurt badly ;;w;; ]]

Hissed curse under his breath, Noctis didn’t spare any more time to think; near as he was to stasis, he warped across the gap between them, almost not turning in time to safely skid into a stop.  Okay, well.  Gladio was right about stopping to think before acting, fine, but Gladio was somewhere behind them at the moment.

“Hey, don’t move, okay?”  Think, right.  Breathe.  Assess the situation.  He hoped Ignis would be there soon in case he messed up, in case he didn’t have enough of one thing or another–

Focus.  Prompto was… looking pretty bad.  Blood and bruising, and immediately Noctis had to remind himself to be careful with a quick physical inspection.  “Let me know if anything hurts... uh, more.  Okay?”  Not that anything looked wrenched out of place or like it needed to be reset before potions could be used, but he couldn’t take the chance of not knowing for sure.  “Won’t take long.  Hang in there.”

[stonecoldmeme]

@leorugiet

It's like it always is with Cor; Prompto trying desperately not to look like his heart is beating a thousand miles a minute, somewhere between being terrified and honored and really wanting to step up and be exactly what-- Uh, well, what Cor seems to think maybe he could be.

Or he's being set up for colossal failure, either or. His eyes are maybe a little too wide taking in all the details, excited by the mechanical bits and still extremely unsure of himself. "Right. Uh, yes, sir."

Sit. Means hold still. Means pay attention. He's not going to be expected to hit anything on the very first try with a new gun, right? No, that'd be ridiculous. But then he's probably going to be expected to hit... something... "Do I... should I ask about the sight calibration or is that something I have to find out on my own?" And there he goes, already asking too many silly questions.

@stonecoldmeme liked for a starter

He rolls out the thick mat upon the top of the roof of the building they are at. It is deep in the middle of the city, and Cor drags a large black case over to himself, sitting it on top of the mat. He clicks open several locks on the case, and cracks it open.

There is a thin, sleek looking rifle inside, as long as Prompto almost.

"Sit down." Cor gestures to the mat. "This is part of your training."

[stonecoldmeme]

❝ does this seem like a good time for sarcasm to you? ❞ ;; from Gladio

Red Dead Redemption 2 starters | accepting but slooooow

"Very few times seem bad for sarcasm, if you're asking." Prompto's answer was surprisingly sober as he did the whole magically reloading his guns thing. Never got tired, never got old, but there wasn't much room for cool or badass while they were taking a breather behind some cover.

"I dunno, could be micro-aggressions at the situation, could just be a good joke. Keep spirits up, stuff like that." He was speaking casually, jovially even, but he wasn't looking at Gladio. His eyes were sweeping around them, looking for movement. Showing what he'd learned by experience even more than training.

Only when he was sure they still had a few seconds to spare did he glance back at the Shield with a grin. "Could try knock-knock jokes instead?"

[stonecoldmeme]

“ here comes the rain again ”

'80s Radio Starters, part 2 - accepting but slow

Humming a familiar tune, the blond crossed his arms behind his head and peered up at the sky for a bit. They were probably by a fishing pond, which was why Noct noticed, but maybe--

Oh. Trying to be subtle about it (not like he probably needed to be, but still), Prompto dropped his arms and casually walked to Noctis' side. "You need to take a break for a bit? Stop early?" He knew sometimes his friend's knee or his entire back would start giving him trouble, and gritting his teeth to get through it kind of wasn't the best option when they could afford to... not do that.

[stonecoldmeme]

What if . . . Prompto witnessed Noctis take his final breath at the end of the game before dawn came again ?

What If..? Scenarios | accepting but slowwwww

He didn't-- He didn't know why, he didn't know--

Their numbers were starting to dwindle. The daemons. They were still fighting, yeah, but he noticed it on reloading. A few less emerged from the shadow on the ground each time a new wave came, and then...

"You guys got this." He'd already turned to sprint up the stairs, just knowing. It was a feeling in his gut, it was an instinct he couldn't define, didn't understand, didn't want to understand, it was--

Prompto had no memory of the elevator ride. Little memory of the direction he sprinted in, but he knew, he knew where to go, he knew where Noct was, he knew...

And in some ways, he also knew what he'd find. It wasn't like they hadn't been told. At the campfire. Like he didn't try his best to hold in the sadness and the rage and smile.

Like the weak smile that greeted him after he'd managed to take the stairs three, four at a time, managed to face the throne and-- It--

Noct. He couldn't say it. The... the sword through his chest. The look on his face, the...

He smiled. One more moment. Smiled at him, and then his eyes just sort of...

Dimmed.

So did Prompto. Falling to his knees at his king's feet. Laying his head in his best friend's lap. Sobbing for--

More. More than that. More.

He didn't feel the warmth of the sunlight on his back.

[stonecoldmeme]

They'd-- They'd won, hadn't they?

Had they? Ardyn was-- They'd all been there! They'd all given--

The sky was still dark. Not pre-dawn dark, not the kind of dark that came with a moonless night. No stars. No sky.

No sky.

Oh, that. That was. That was even worse than before, but... how..?

"Guys..?" He rasped. The sound did not carry. There was no depth and no echo, and beyond the very ground under his dying flashlight, there was... nothing.

There was nothing.

"Noct?!" Worth a shot. Worth a shout. Worth a--

"I thought we won! We won, you bastard! You took everything and we--"

Still only dark.

Only dark. Not even the sound of daemons in the distance.

[stonecoldmeme]

does he have nightmares about noctis coming back wrong?

Nightmares prompts | accepting but slow

"Hey. Hey, Prom."

He didn't recognize the whisper at first, then just grumbled lightly at a hand on his shoulder. Everything ached a little extra much these days, and most of the time he didn't exactly need to be shaken awake, so he reached up to smack the offending hand away. "Wha? Where's t' fire..?"

Laughter. he knew that laughter. Prompto's eyes shot open, staring at the blank wall across from him. Behind him was--

"Fire's right here." Noct. Noctis. It couldn't be. It could not--

The blond turned as quickly as the blankets let him, panic and raw hope squeezing his chest, because if that was... if...

The voice had been heartrending and right. But the... mask... the horns...

The armor. The armor.

The eyes. They weren't Noct's.

"I've come to claim the rest of your king." Noctis' voice gleefully announced, reaching to touch Prompto's forehead. He flinched back, eyes wide, taking a breath to scream, but the cold touch of clawed fingers--

--Who..? Who was sitting at his bedside..?

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Prompto stayed in his room when he startled awake. Shaking and clenching the blankets, at first. Then spent the rest of the day going through each and every picture, every silly gift, every scrap of memory representing Noctis that he had.

[stonecoldmeme]

He didn't tend to wear the uniform when he went out on missions. He definitely didn't when he ventured out into the dark for personal reasons, but he knew a lot of folks who had uniforms preferred to wear them when fighting daemons. And he got that, sure. They didn't offer a whole lot of protection, but enough. It was more of a psychological thing.

Which was exactly why Prompto preferred to wear something else when he went out with a group to accomplish something. Always black with a little splash of color, so folks knew it was him. He'd be noticed, identified; not shot. Essential, important.

He just... the uniform felt like it was for a specific thing. A specific time, and that... hadn't come yet. Noctis hadn't come back yet, and it'd been--

A while. He knew exactly how long, sure, keeping track of days with the same semi-obsessive frequency he knew Ignis was. He hadn't heard the man request the time from his phone in a while, but he knew it still happened. Often. Gladio--

Prompto sighed, checking rations, making sure the straps that held his guns in place were tight. Again.

Gladio wore the uniform. All the time. Every time they came across each other with a quick nod and very little conversation.

He got that, too.

He did.

[stonecoldmeme]

"I know what you're trying to do."

Prompts from Leverage | accepting but the slowest

"Ha ha, I sure hope not..." Spoken mostly to himself, under his breath, nerves not made of solid sleet but certainly honed by years of needing to keep his hands steady. Novus had managed to sneak up on him at the worst possible time--

But that was just kids, he supposed. Gently, gently, he finished lowering an elaborate vase onto a table and then slowly backed away two full steps before looking at the prince.

Alright, well. Time to fess up like an adult. "Okay, I might have had a really dumb accident with this vase here, and I didn't want to make your mom upset so I tried to replace it. Looks mostly the same, right?" He couldn't... tell. Exactly. Even tilting his head to see a different angle.

Cool. Enough being an adult. He extended his hand for a pinky promise. "Buy you an ice cream if you don't tattle on me?"

[stonecoldmeme]

@inimiicus [From here because... reasons???]

Completely unafraid of the consequences of his actions, Prompto snorted. "Yeah, I know. I don't like heading out at the ass crack of dawn either, but we've got some miles to cover while we can." And unfortunately, if they wanted to keep enough money with them to buy enough gas for the trip, they had to use the heat sparingly. Truth be told, Prompto really didn't like that himself, but he was making do. Having a bit of a goal... helped.

"Shouldn't be too much further before he gotta consider ditching the car for a bit, but you tell me. If you know the area, anyway." He glanced over at Ardyn, not really sure how much the guy had been traveling. Around Niflheim at the very least. It'd been a bit since he'd been to the... facility, but there should still be at least one snowmobile hidden around the hills outside of it. Whether or not that would really help him transport everything he needed to take and use that weapon for his own reasons...

"By the way. You can co-pilot an airship, right?"

[stonecoldmeme]

@novuscaelum

It was perhaps the most nerve-wracking handful of minutes he'd ever experienced, and considering all the fighting he'd done in his life, that was saying something. Even seeing and hearing Novus calm down didn't help all that much, because he didn't want to say anything or move in case he accidentally made it worse.

He did really kind of need to move, though. Luckily the young prince decided to do most of that work himself, letting Prompto have just enough time to sigh in relief as it seemed like there was a decent distraction at least, and he started following the toddler's search a few paces behind. When he settled on the little toy grill--

Alright, he had to laugh a little, even if he tried to keep most of that to himself. Ignis was gonna be so proud to hear about it later. He suspected Gladio was going to enjoy the part about Novus handling the "hot" food with his bare hands, but nevermind. "Right, 'hot'. Gotta be careful with hot food, right bud?" Unless you happened to be a chronic tongue-burner, but nevermind that either.

Settling on the floor with the kid, Prompto was still very careful about celebrating any amount of relief. He was eager to play along, though. "Aw, for me? I'd love something. Chef's choice, what have you got?"

The toddler, eventually, began to very slowly calm down and once he did, Novus looked up to overhear Prompto making suggestions about toys.

Toys were fun and playing with something might be better than just lying on the floor like he was. "Toy?" he asked with a sniffle once he headed over to Prompto thinking the blond had one for him. Looking around Novus didn't see anything but they could find something if they looked like it was some kind of game. Thinking said toy was hiding, Novus toddled off in an attempt to find it. "Where you toy?"

The prince moved about the room, mostly from one side to the other, looking around in search of the item, eventually looking to Prompto for any indications that only lasted a few moments. Thank goodness toddler attention spans were short. What was he doing over here again? He couldn't exactly remember... Was he thirsty? Hungry? Did he need something? Oh well.

Time for him to find something else to do. What said thing was remained to be determined yet it was quickly figured out. His little toy grill looked fun for now and soon Novus was sitting in front of it, turning all the plastic food over with his hands, watching them change color as they 'cooked'. "Hot!" he called out remembering the word associated with the grill that he'd been told yet they still held no real meaning for the little boy. "Hot! Ow!" He then looked over at Prompto again wondering if he wanted some. "Food?"

[stonecoldmeme]

[From here because of muse insistence.]

@dragoonxdive​:

Aranea shook her head, then offering the blonde a brief smirk. She was pretty sure Prompto didn’t even realize his own strength. He needed to be more confident. She couldn’t believe he really thought his friends would abandon him; she had seen how much these four cared about each other.

“I want you to find your friends again.” She explained with a shrug. “They’re looking for you. They were very worried about you. I saw them.”

Prompto stared at her in silence for a long stretch of seconds, as if he could figure her out just by looking.  Finally he dropped his gaze with a little huff, an uncertain smile on his lips.  “Sorry.  I’ve just--  Everything’s been a lot lately.”  Understatement of his life.

And he still wasn’t sure, was the thing.  Couldn’t be certain that they really wanted to see him, that Aranea was actually helping him, that--  Yeah, those thoughts were just going to spiral out of control if he let them.  “I guess things have been pretty rough for you too lately, huh?  Not in the same ways.  I hope.”  This as the sound was, he did attempt to laugh.

[stonecoldmeme]

“ what did they do to you? ” //ch13 :3?

More Prompts for Your Feels | accepting but so very slow with everything

“It--”

He struggled.  Struggled.  He’d tried to say that is was nothing, or it was alright, or even that it looked worse than it was, but that joke caught in his throat.  All of it did, words, emotions, and suddenly--

He was sure Ignis could hear his breathing change.  As sure as he was that Ignis could also probably hear when it shifted, when Prompto came back to himself enough to change his breathing, to use a technique to stave off a panic attack.  Not that he was sure it completely worked.

There was a full and absolute awareness of Ignis’ presence.  Being there, listening; watching even if he couldn’t really see.  Probably just as lost as the blond felt at that moment.

What didn’t they do?

“I’m, um... sorry, Igs.”  He voice didn’t even sound like his at the moment.  Dry and gravelly like all those desert roads.  So far away.  “I don’t think... I wanna talk about it right now.”  He didn’t really think he was going to be able to sleep, either, despite the fact that he knew he should.  They should all rest up and... try to eat... try to keep going.

He felt absolutely miserable for being glad that Ignis couldn’t see him.  “I-I’m still here.”

Repeat that.  Repeat that until it matters.