#this is eventually supposed to turn into promnis

[ronsenburg]

Oh, hey, remember that fic I started writing 6 months ago? Yeah, me neither, but all these Episode Prompto gifs popping up on my dash made me open it back up today.

ONE DAY I’LL ACTUALLY WRITE SOMETHING OF SUBSTANCE, buuuut...

It takes two weeks for the illness to run its course. Iris visits his room daily, bringing the comic books she’d manage to collect in Lestellum and stories of the Noctis she had known before she and Prompto had met.

“He’ll be back,” she promises with a small smile, “but it’s important we don’t forget the good times we had together while we wait.”

Prompto wakes in the nights after her visits, certain he’s heard the sound of Noct’s laughter floating from outside his door.

More often than not, Ignis is there, quietly slumped against the back of an uncomfortable wood chair with dark glasses still in place despite the dimness of the room. Prompto can see the scar unfurling from underneath, like a flame dancing around the edges of Ignis’s face, red and angry still. He resists the urge to reach out and touch it, wondering what the new scar tissue will feel like under the tips of his fingers.

Prompto is reminded of another day, not very long ago, in Altissia. He remembers countless hours passed in a similar chair, slumped forward with his head cradled on folded arms as he slept, despite the urging of the healers that he return to his own bed. He remembers the call of the gulls that had filled the silence and the way sunlight filtered through the tall, open windows to illuminate the stark bandages that had covered Ignis’s face.

As if reading his thoughts, Ignis turns his head, obstructing the majority of the scarring from Prompto’s view in an act of self-consciousness Prompto isn’t used to. “You’re awake,” is all he says, voice low.

[theusualspotcafe-blog]

A Caelum Christmas

Game: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Noctis, Prompto, Luna, Aulea, Regis, Clarus, Iris, Ignis, Gladiolus

Pairing: Technically not about pairings, but if you’ve been around the blog you know its Regis/Aulea, Noctluna, and Promnis

Rating: Everyone

Author: The Usual Spot Cafe

Word Count: 2235 words

Notes: Okay so this is a followup to A Holiday Dilemma. This is basically just the christmas at the Caelums! Also if you don’t know what Christmas Crackers are look them up! They’re British and are really cool! Also, look up an ugly Christmas suit and tell me Ignis wouldn’t wear one. Hope you all enjoy the story!

Luna crept towards the now open door to the dark room. The bells attached to her outfit made the lightest jingling noise as she inched forward. She heard a small giggle behind her and hushed them quickly.

“Guys! We don’t want to wake him up!”

Ignis pushed his glasses up his nose, a small smirk on his face. “I thought that was the whole point of this Luna.”

Prompto let out a tiny giggle, “come on you know what she means. Let’s go Lu!”

She nodded and took the first step into Noctis bedroom. The plush carpeting completely muffling her heels on the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief before walking towards the fan that was aimed at the lump on the bed.

“Geez why is it so dark in here it’s almost noon!”

Ignis, Luna, and Prompto shushed Gladio as the lump shifted slightly on the bed. They froze and watched it with wide eyes until it settled back down, the telltale rising of his calm breathing given away his sleep. Prompto and Luna sighed in relief as Ignis smacked the larger man over the head.

“I’m sorry! I have a loud voice!”

“Well hush up!”

Prompto adjusted his grip on the bowl full of glitter in his arms. “Guys shush! Luna’s about the unplug the fan.” The group fell silent as Luna dug for the cord. She found it quickly and unplugged it from the wall with a sharp tug. They didn’t dare turn it off with the switch because the thing was so old it made horrible noises whenever the switch was touched. As the fan died down they moved closer to Noctis’s’s bed, staring down at the black lump in the covers where they could now make out which direction he was facing. Luck was on their side, seeing as he was facing them.

Ignis adjusted the red tie on his ugly Christmas suit and went to grab the edge of the cover. “Everyone have their glitter ready?”

The other three nodded raising heir bowls up high, looking like Santa and his two elves of glitter death. Luna had gone full out on her outfit for the holiday, complete with red shoes, green striped tights, and a green tutu. Prompto outfit consisted of a Santa hat, green jeans, white boots, and a red sweater that said ‘merry Christmas ya filthy animal’. Gladio has simply just elected to wear a Santa suit.

“On three…” Ignis grabbed the corner of the blanket and held up his other hand, counting down slowly as the three lifted the bowls higher. Luna and Prompto were giggling uncontrollably, even Gladio and Ignis were having a hard time containing their mischievous glee. Ignis held up two finger and began lifting the blanket, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

Once he held up three, pandemonium hit. The three thew blanket off of Noctis, revealing the young adult in just his boxers. Noctis scrunched his body In closer before cracking open one eye.

“Whazzit?” He asked sleepily.

The four miscreants grinned evilly before shouting in unison, “MERRY CHRISTMAS NOCTIS!” They then proceeded to pour the large bowls of glitter all over the man, making him jump out of the bed.

“Agh! What the hell!?”

Prompto and Luna dropped the plastic bowls on the ground before rushing towards the door. “Should have gotten up earlier!”

“I’m sorry darling I really am… but also… I’m not!” Luna gave him a shit eating grin before blowing him a kiss. “Love you!”

Noctis ran a hand through his bed head, making it worse, before growling and giving chase. “You assholes! I’m going to have glitter up my ass for years now!”

The only response he got was their laughter ringing down the hall. As he passed Gladio the big guy put an arm out to stop him, “not so fast cupcake.”

“Get out of my way, I gotta go beat up Prompto.”

Ignis smirked and grabbed another bowl, this one full of ice. “Not without my present first. Happy Christmas Noctis!” He reaches out and pulled the waistband of noctis boxers away from his back before pouring the ice down them. Noctis yelped and began hopping around, trying to get the ice out of the tighter legs of his underwear as Gladio and Ignis guffawed in laughter.

“I’m going to kill you two!”

Gladio paused in laughing only to say, “if you can catch us first!” Before he rushes out the door, Ignis in stride with him.

“Oh and merry Christmas you filthy animal!”

“I’m keeping all of your gifts!”

“Noted!”

Noctis growled again and with one final hop got the last ice cube out. For once going back to bed was not on his mind, instead this morning the only thing was revenge. He ran out of his room, wildly looking around for the four people who were once his friends, now they were traitors.

He heard shallow gasping from over by the kitchen. He grinned when he recognized Luna’s voice whispering something. He rushed towards the bright room, stopping when he entered the threshold. Luna squeaked in fear and grabbed onto Ignis, hiding behind him.

“Noctis! Remember it’s Christmas!”

Noctis just glared at them before turning his gaze to his parents who were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.

“Good morning son.”

“Noctis please put on your clothes.”

Noctis took in a deep breath before letting it out quickly. “Yeah sorry mom. I’ll go do that, Merry Christmas.”

The blue-eyed woman smiled over her mug. “did you enjoy your wakeup call?”

Noctis narrowed his eyes at the retreating figures of the new traitors. “No, I didn’t, I think some people are going to get their gifts taken away!”

Prompto gasped, horrified, “You wouldn’t!”

Noctis fixed him with a dead stare. “I would, and I am.”

He was greeted with whines from the group, “Noct! You suck!”

He shrugged, “Don’t be mean on Christmas.” He walked away back to his room, quickly pulling on his suit and tie. He wore it out of habit form his mother dragging him to his grandparents every year. Now that both were gone, his parents hosted Christmas. They had been alone until Gladiolius’s mother passed away, then Regis had started inviting them over for Christmas. Generally, the Amicitia’s brought all of their gifts over to the Caelum’s and spent both Christmas Eve and Day with them. Then Ignis had finally started coming over on Christmas Eve to get at least one day of the Holidays with the people he loved. Prompto would only come over on Christmas Eve, and usually only if his parents were working the holiday like they were this year. This year they were working a midnight shift so Ignis and Prompto were staying at the Caelums and then would go to Prompto’s house for Christmas morning and lunch before Ignis had to leave for a very tense Christmas dinner. Noctis threw a comb through his hair and spiked it up in his usual do. After finishing his morning routine, he headed back into the kitchen, shooting a glare into the living room where his friends, now plus Iris, had gathered to play games.

“Hey Noct wanna play-“ Prompto cut off when he saw the glare. “Ah geez! Sorry Grinch!”

Noctis stuck his tongue out at him before heading into the kitchen. His mom had already started preparing the dinner (with Ignis’s help, but Noctis chose to ignore the number one traitor). “Hey, Mom, need any help?”

Aulea paused what she was doing and gave her son a strange look, since he was usually playing his video games before Christmas dinner or shaking his gifts to try and figure out what he’d gotten. “Well, if you really want to help, I suppose you could start peeling the potatoes.” She smirked as he visibly grimaced at the menial task she doled out to him, and Noctis sighed and walked over to the cutlery drawer, glaring at Ignis until he moved from in front of it. Noct pulled out a peeler and set to the task at hand, barely resisting grumbling the whole way through. When he finished that task, his mother had him start chopping up vegetables. Each time one of the traitors would come in to talk to him, he ignored them and would only talk to Clarus, his parents, and Iris. As dinner came closer the four traitors gathered in the living room, whispering amongst themselves as they watched Noctis.

“Maybe we overdid it?”

Ignis fixed Luna with a baleful look, “Oh please, there is no way that got him this mad, this is his revenge.”

Prompto worried at his lip, “I dunno babe, the glitter isn’t that big of a deal, but the ice might have been a bit much.”

Gladio grunted, sipping on a tall glass of Regis’s special rum eggnog. “oh please, the wimp can handle a little ice.”

Ignis glanced over at Noctis who was laughing with his mother. “He will break eventually.”

With that the group separated and Ignis went back into the kitchen to set the table and start getting things ready, avoiding the glaring Noctis. After Ignis walked by Aulea pulled Noctis towards the bar where Clarus and Regis were talking.

“Are you really that mad at them?”

Noctis shook his head, ���Nah, just making them sweat a little bit for revenge.” He grinned at her when she snorted into her wine glass.

“You are so evil. Definitely my son.”

“I know.”

She poured another glass of wine. “Go give this to Luna please, she looks worried.”

He nodded and took the glass, heading over to where she was helping Prompto put up mistletoe.

“Why are we doing this Prom?”

“I think it would be funny to see how many people have to kiss others.”

“This is going to end badly.”

Noctis cleared his throat, handing her the glass before stalking away. She watched him with wide eyes before turning to Prompto, fear behind her eyes.

“He is truly evil.”

Prompto snorted and nodded in agreement. They continued putting up the last of the decorations until Ignis came out to tell them all dinner was ready. Everyone clambered for the kitchen, each eager to start eating the best meal of the year. Once everyone was in their seats, Regis set down his drink at the head and looked at them all with a soft smile.

“Thank you all for joining our family this Christmas. I know some of you didn’t have another place to go, and I hope you know all of you are always welcome in the Caelum household. Merry Christmas everyone.”

The table replied Merry Christmas back at him before Ignis uncovered the dishes on the table, the steam momentarily blocking the view of the other side of the table.

Iris gasped, “Oh wow Iggy! This all looks really amazing!”

Ignis blushed lightly, “Oh please, Aulea did most of the work.”

She scoffed as she began dishing out food onto plates, “oh please, drinking wine in the corner of the kitchen is not cooking.”

Ignis smiled at her fondly before gesturing to the steaming food, “well dig in everyone!”

After that it was pure pandemonium. Everyone was reaching for food, laughing, and talking. The table got even louder when Aulea pulled out a box of Christmas Crackers from Tenebrae.

Luna squealed when she saw the brightly colored packages. “I was hoping you guys would find those!”

Regis smiled at her, “well of course! You deserve to feel as at home as possible. By the way, I thought your brother was going to join us today.”

She shook her head no, “Ravus decided to spend the holidays with his boyfriend Loqi.”

Prompto cocked his head to the side. “Wait I thought they weren’t dating.”

Luna rolled her eyes with a shrug, “I have no idea.”

Iris grabbed a red cracker and held the other end out to Luna. “Hey Lu, wanna pop this one open?”

Luna beamed and grabbed the end tightly before pulling on it, resulting in It cracking open. Iris got the larger piece, cheering as she put on the paper hat. The first cracker cued even more getting popped open until everyone was wearing a flimsy paper hat. The large group continued eating until they were thoroughly stuffed, just barely making it out the living room before they all collapsed in a heap by the tree. The food coma was about to hit before Clarus grunted.

“Guys… Presents… before I collapse.”

Regis chuckled, “You already have my old friend.”

Clarus laughed and reached under the tree, pulling out his gifts to everyone. Noctis rolled over from his spot on the floor, grabbing immaculately wrapped gifts and passing them out to everyone. His friends stared at their gifts in shock before turning to him.

Ignis stared at the box in his lap perplexed. “I thought you were taking away our gifts.”

“Yeah what’s up with that cupcake?”

Noctis smirked at them, “Oh did you guys really think I would actually do that? I love Christmas! I just wanted to make you guys sweat a little bit.”

Prompto groaned, “You are evil incarnate!”

Luna giggled and turned the small box in her hands. “I do suppose we deserved it…”

Noctis chuckled, “Yeah you did. Merry Christmas guys.”

His closest friends grinned sheepishly at him before opening their gifts. “Merry Christmas Noctis.”

[thelegendarynoctgar]

My small secret santa gift for @foolhearty! Merry Christmas, friend! I hope you like silly fluff!

And you swept me away

Pairing: Promnis

Prompt: First Christmas as a married couple

504 words 

Prompto waltzs into the kitchen in a bit of a haze, his hair a tangled mess, sweatpants softly hanging from his slender hips. The smell of ginger and clove is in the air, pulling a grin onto his face.

‘Mornin’, babe,’ he yawns as he heads straight to the coffee machine.

‘It’s hardly morning anymore,’ Ignis responds with a soft laugh.

‘Sorry, I was completely out. Your fault, really.’

‘I’m deeply sorry.’

‘No you’re not.’

‘No I’m not.’

Ignis goes for deadpan, but can’t help smiling at Prompto’s warm laughter as he pours himself a cup of coffee.

‘Pass me the cinnamon, Love?’ he asks, pointing vaguely to the spice shelf above the sink.

‘Hey Iggs, ever heard of the cinnamon challenge?’ Prompto asks as he grabs the small glass jar and playfully shoves under Ignis’ nose.

‘If you’re trying to lure me into trying it, you’ll be sorely disappointed.’

Prompto laughs.

‘Damn, I didn’t realize you were so internet-savvy.’

‘We all have our vices, I suppose.’

A giggle, as arms circle Ignis’ waist from behind, pulling him into a tight hug, face pressed between his shoulder blades.

‘My husband, the meme-master,’ says the muffled voice against his back.

Ignis is glad Prompto is too busy imprinting his face into the back of his shirt to notice the slight blush on his face. Husband. He’s his husband, now. He’ll probably get used to it, eventually, but after less than a year, the word still ignites a small fire in the pit of his stomach.

‘Lucky man,’ Ignis responds with a low chuckle. ‘Are you going to help me with these or not? They aren’t for me, you know.’

‘Mmmnope. I’m just going to stay here for a while.’

‘Perhaps you shouldn’t go around promising Christmas gifts you can’t even make, then,’ he says with a smile in his voice.

He feels Prompto’s snort against his back, holding him tighter.

‘I couldn’t exactly say no to the Marshal, Iggy.’

Ignis sighs, a smile on his lips, as he keeps mixing the batter.

‘I’m well aware. It was probably part of his plan.’

‘Oh definitely,’ comes Prompto’s voice, finally letting go of Ignis’ shirt.

He starts walking the table when Ignis catches his arm and twirls him back towards him. He turns around, elegant as always, as Prompto plops onto him.

They face each other for a few seconds.

‘Hello,’ Ignis finally says with a soft voice.

‘Hi,’ Prompto responds, a shy smile on his lips, taking in all of his husband’s beautiful face.

He finally pushes himself on his toes, reaching up to meet Ignis’ soft lips with his. Ignis pulls his head up with both hands, spreading flour all over Prompto’s warm cheeks.

‘Payment accepted,’ Ignis says when Prompto finally breaks the kiss.

‘Pleasure doing business with you, sir,’ Prompto says with a giggle, pressing a kiss onto his husband’s hand.

His husband. After all this time, his husband.

[ellenripleysbelieveitornot]

Kweh’s FFXV Master Fic List

I decided to finally get my shit organized and make a Master Fic List, especially since I’m gonna start filling requests and posting stuff straight to Tumblr, and if I don’t make this I’m just gonna lose track of shit

Above and Beyond (PROMNIS, G, COMPLETE) -  Five times Ignis went above and beyond Prompto's expectations. Pure fluff.

Nothing (PROMNIS, G, COMPLETE) -  Ignis tries to convince himself he's not falling for Prompto. It doesn't quite work.

Favorite (PROMPTIO, G, COMPLETE) - Prompto asks Gladio what his favorite part of their trip is. Fluff.

By Your Voice to Guide Me Home (IGNOCT, G(for now), INCOMPLETE) - A Soulmate AU, in which people have a voice in their head that reflects the character of their soulmate. Noct and Ignis both knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that their supposed soulmates were the last people in the entire world that they would ever want to spend the rest of their lives with.

Expendable (PROMPTIO, M, INCOMPLETE(but the first chapter works as a standalone) -  After the zombie apocalypse, Gladio, Prompto, and Ignis are sent on a mission to escort Noctis, who was bitten but never turned, to Altissia, in hopes of finding a cure. They are told to complete the mission at all costs, even if it means losing their lives. 

I Walked with a Zombie (PROMPTIO, T, COMPLETE) - The Zombie!Prompto fic nobody asked for. It has a happy ending, though, In the Flesh style!

Wouldn’t It Be Ice? (PROMNIS, G, COMPLETE) - Ignis  and Prompto go ice skating. Fluff.

Come Away With Me (POMPTIS, G, COMPLETE) -   Prompto and Noct find a little place that's just their own. The sappiest shit I have ever written.

AND THEN THERE’S SINCERELY, ME, THAT MONSTER FIC I’M WRITING WITH @ignis-sassentia!!! (PROMNIS, GLADNOCT, EVENTUAL OT4)

In which Noct is a spoiled brat and likes to stir shit up, Prompto is a beautiful cinnamon roll and way too obsessed with emojis, Gladio is just along for the ride and trying to keep the other three from getting themselves killed, and Ignis is way beyond done with all of his friends and wishing he could text Prompto without making a complete fool of himself. 

Main Fic (M, INCOMPLETE AT 75+ FUCKING CHAPTERS)

Extras (E, INCOMPLETE)

The Dad Files (T, INCOMPLETE) -  People liked Regis and Clarus so much, we did a spin-off. IDEK man.

[ronsenburg]

why can i only write sad things

I haven’t written anything of substance in over five years, and I have all these sweet, sappy headcanon ideas that I want to get out, but the only thing that is coming is THIS- 

Prompto loses track of time, eventually.

The moment Noctis disappears, so does the light. They try, at first, to keep to some schedule, searching through the “day” and making camp in what would be the night. But with each day that passes, the amount of daemons they encounter increases, until finding a safe place to camp becomes a luxury they’re rarely afforded. More often than not, Prompto sleeps in short stretches huddled behind a rock, Gladio’s jacket spread under him to keep the moisture from seeping into his clothes. Despite his dreams of a golden sunset over a wide open road, when he opens his eyes, the darkness remains. He can feel his body slowly forget the rhythm of day and night, that final fragment of normalcy drifting away until he sleeps only when he can no longer bear the burden of being awake.

They travel this way for days, or weeks, or months. Prompto can no longer be sure. Each village they encounter, once bustling hubs of civilization, has crumbled into ruins, inhabited only by a host of goblins and giants.

Noctis is no where to be found.

Prompto’s body begins to slow. He can feel his reflexes lagging with each new battle, his aim slipping as his eyes take longer and longer to find focus in the dark. A chill settles into his chest. He falls into unconsciousness shivering and wakes abruptly, gasping for breath as a cough rattles through him. Ignis sits near him silently, a warm hand placed steadily against his back until his breath comes naturally once more. Prompto falls back asleep with his head resting against the other man’s shoulder, listening to the sound of his even breath.

They push on.

At each town, Prompto collects relics of the people who had once lived there. In his camera bag he carries a battered stuffed bear, a leather bound book of fairy tales, half a porcelain teacup, and a tarnished silver ring. Gladiolus admonishes him each time he stops, concerned that the weight- both literal and emotional- will slow him down, but the pieces are too important to leave, a quiet memorial to the lives they had failed to save. Behind the counter of a diner Prompto finds a letter, hastily scribbled on the back of an old order ticket.

My darling, it reads, Where are you?

We can’t stay here.

Headed to the cave.

Please meet us there.

He wonders if they made it or if the virus had found them first.

He leaves the letter on the counter, just in case.

At first, Prompto is conflicted, unsure whether he can continue to fight knowing that each bullet that fires from his gun will connect with a creature that was, however distantly, once human. He wonders if any part of them can still remember what it was like before- the taste of homecooked food, the warmth of the sun as it hit skin? He wonders if he had never escaped the capital, would he remember? Would he have ever known in the first place? And is it fair for him, so close to becoming one of them, to be the one to end their lives?

But when an iron giant appears from behind them, looming imposingly above Ignis, Prompto doesn’t hesitate. Three shots ring out, loud and sudden against the darkness, connecting with the daemon’s flesh. 

The giant staggers, one shoulder obviously damaged, but doesn’t fall. He watches as it rights itself, it’s remaining arm raising a sword high above it’s head.

Prompto turns at the sound of Ignis’s cane clattering to the ground.

AND-

It needs stiches. Ignis does the best he can to mend it, but potions have long run out and the supplies in their first aid kit are low. Blood seeps slowly through his bandage, and Gladio winces.

“I believe it’s time we returned to Cape Caem.” Ignis says finally.

It feels, suddenly, like all the air has vanished from his lungs. Prompto hears himself protest, but isn’t aware of the decision to speak. “We haven’t found Noct yet.”

Ignis is silent.

“He didn’t stop looking for me!” Prompto yells desperately, but the words are punctuated by a deep cough, strong enough to make his body shake. He weezes as he struggles to catch his breath.

Ignis’s tone remains even. “And what benefit will you be to Noctis if you die in the process?”

Prompto looks to Gladiolus for support, only to find the other man regarding Ignis solemnly. “You sure?” he asks, and Ignis nods once.

Gladio grits his teeth.

“Time to pack up.”

- AND ITS ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE.