#promcor

[prompt-master]

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[susoriginals]

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[garbria]

Prompto, for the ask

Sexuality Headcanon: Bi

Gender Headcanon: Cis Male

A ship I have with said character: Promptis

A BROTP I have with said character: I love the idea of Prompto and Luna being friends

A NOTP I have with said character: I’ve enjoyed dad!Cor too much to personally see PromCor

A random headcanon: Prompto aced all his physics classes

General Opinion over said character: I love Prompto, I think he has a lot more depth than people give him credit for

[promptoshipzine]

We are officially in the creation phase! Keep an eye out for future announcements through the process! We will have great things in store to celebrate Prompto <3

Special thanks to art mod @niscuit-gravy for the lovely Prompto promo art!

[andromanic]

“Lion Heart” by Andromanic on INPRNT

Reblogs are 💕

[zva-redink]

Prom-Cor featuring Fae Prom and his ‘Master’ (but who truly is running the show in this, huh? the devious little bugger or the guy who signed the contract ;P)

[dragonbornette]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Cor Leonis, Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum, Clarus Amicitia/Regis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Prompto Argentum, Cor Leonis, Gladiolus Amicitia, Clarus Amicitia, Regis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Age Difference, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Explicit Sexual Content, Masturbation, Other tags to be added, Unrequited Love, exercise sex, Punishment/Reward KINDA, Light Angst, no betas we die like men, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

Prompto is ready to become a Crownsguard and meet his hero, Cor the Immortal. But when he finally meets him and feelings develop, can what grows between them stand the test of time?

 Crack inspired by this video, which led to a whole crack fest with @thwippersnapple

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Chapter Eleven is up!

[ffxvistheshit]

Cor Leonis: I think you have PTSD

Prompto Argentum: hells yeah I have ptsd! Proficient talent for sucking dick! *fingerguns*

Cor:

Prompto:

Cor: I think we also need to talk about your use of humor as an escape mechanism

Prompto: I don't think you understand just how genius what I just said was

[asoeiki]

An early Christmas gift for @johanirae who also received the hard copy version much earlier~ It was my first time mailing out an artwork XD~~!!

[sunbunnyyy]

You’ve Got Mail

Rated: E - explicit sexual content

Word Count: 10642

Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Nyx Ulric/Cor Leonis

A/N: hi so @pocket-prompto and I decided to do a fic exchange because we are basically the same person and decided the world needed more Nyx/Cor, so here is my fic for him. Please enjoy this because I had a ton of fun writing it and as you may have noticed got entirely carried away.

Summary: Everyone’s a bit stressed out. Work is long, exhausting, and unrewarding. The only good thing about the end of the day is coming home to Prompto, at least until he gets stuck with the night shift and has to keep arresting that idiot Lazarus.

Or, Nyx is overworked and everyone needs a laugh sometimes.

[prompt-master]

GETTING A NEW PAIR OF SKATES TOMORROW!!!!!!!

[thelegendarynoctgar]

10. ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’

Pairing: PromCor, past CorNyx

Setting: WoR

Rating: nsfw-ish

Guidelines

Masterlist

Requests are open!

‘How are you so good at this?’ Prompto asks one night as they slowly try to catch their breaths, his face buried in Cor’s naked chest as Cor’s fingers trace lazy circles in the dip of Prompto’s back.

He’s joking, sort of, but it’s still been on his mind ever since the beginning of… whatever this is that’s been growing between them.

‘At what?’

Fucking other men, Prompto wants to say, because he’s not quite sure how to ask if he’s the first man Cor’s ever been with, not quite sure if he’s willing to ask if he sleeps with him out of convenience or desire. He settles for ‘Fucking me so well,’ with a warm chuckle against Cor’s skin and a flush on his cheeks he really hopes Cor won’t notice.

‘Ah. Years of practice,’ Cor replies in a low voice, which answers some unsaid questions, but explains nothing, really. Cor closes his eyes and falls silent, so Prompto doesn’t push it, but doesn’t forget it.

(Prompto notices how Cor tosses and turns and never really goes to sleep that night, and he doesn’t forget that, either.)

He brings it up again over a much needed drink after a day of too many close calls. They don’t happen too often when they team up, but they were flanked while on a reconnaissance mission and had ended up outnumbered, and three drinks in, Prompto still can’t explain the look on Cor’s face as he had tackled Prompto to the ground when he hadn't been able to dodge in time, a protective hand against his neck as if he’d rather die than allow it to snap.

Cor trusts Prompto. He’s trained him himself, he knows how squirmy he is, how bendable and nearly unbreakable he can be, so this protective act is new, and Prompto isn’t quite sure what to make of it.

‘Can you, um…’

Cor lifts his eyes from his glass for the first time since he filled it earlier.

‘Hm?’

‘I’d like to, um… can you tell me about the, ah, the guy you used to be with?’ he laughs, a nervous chuckle he berates himself for letting out.

‘Oh,’ he simply says, and downs his drink. ‘I’ll need another one for that.’

Prompto refills both glasses and joins him on the couch. His head finds Cor’s shoulder before he can even think about it, and Cor pulls his legs up on his lap, familiar and warm and easy.

‘What do you want to know?’ Cor finally asks, and Prompto is surprised at how freely he’s allowed to be curious about all this.

‘Um… what’s his name, I guess? Do I know him?’

‘You probably know him. He’s.. he was a Glaive.’

Prompto knows a lot of Glaives, these days, with what’s left of them constantly roaming around the streets of Lestallum, sometimes helping him and Cor on the field when they’re truly desperate. But Cor used the past tense, so it’s probably not one of those Glaives.

When Prompto doesn’t press for more, Cor breathes in, breathes out, and continues.

‘His name was Nyx.’

Oh.

‘Nyx Ulric?’

He feels Cor's fist clench against his thigh, barely perceptible, then a slow nod on top of his head.

Prompto knows Nyx Ulric, of course.

Every Crownsguard and Glaive knew him, or of him, a sort of living legend amongst their ranks. And now, well, everyone knows of him for certain.

‘Oh fuck… I had no idea he… I’m sorry,’ Prompto fumbles.

Cor snorts at that, but it's a bit more bitter than amused.

‘It’s fine.’

‘I had no idea you two…’

‘No one did.’

‘Did you… um… nevermind.’

'Go ahead.’

'Was it… serious, I guess?’

A dry chuckle.

'I suppose, yes. Were together for… almost six years I think it was?’

Cor goes for flippant but misses the mark by a long shot, and Prompto can't think of anything to do other than slip his arms around Cor's waist and stay there for as long as Cor will let him.

They fall silent once more as Cor takes long sips from his drink, and parts of Prompto wish he hadn’t brought up the subject at all, while others are just desperate to understand.

Understand who Cor is when stripped of his titles and war exploits, of his armour of thorns and broken glass; he wants to know if there’s anything left at all under there, wants to know who Cor and Nyx were, before it was only Cor left, with his burden, with his long silences and sleepless nights.

‘What was he like?’ Prompto asks before he can talk himself into keeping quiet.

Cor closes his eyes at the question, cards his fingers through Prompto’s hair and holds him the tiniest bit tighter against his shoulder as he looks for a suitable answer.

‘He was… charming. Smart. Cocky. Reckless.’

He tries to keep his voice steady as he talks, but Prompto hears the faint tightness in his voice at the last word.

‘Do you miss him?’

Cor doesn’t respond for a long time, and the sound that climbs its way out of his throat when he does is barely audible:

‘Yes.’

The conversation comes to a stop, then, because Prompto moves away from Cor’s side so he can straddle him instead. Where there’s usually a cold, hazy indifference in Cor’s eyes, Prompto sees hurt, this time, raw and untamed.

‘I’m sorry for your loss,’ Prompto whispers, hands cradling the sides of Cor’s jaw, gentle and warm and just reassuring enough.

Cor says nothing, meets Prompto’s eyes for the first time this entire evening, pulls him into a kiss that’s deep and starved and burning, and that means a lot more than any kind of ‘thank you’ ever will.

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[absolutelynoct]

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[lunaslumiere]

Do you ever have a moral dilemma of when you ship it but you also support the parent/sibling AU

Like yeah its fiction, do whatever you want. But sometimes it just haunts you at night.