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Please Craft Me a Love Potion (Except Love Potions are Illegal so Guess We'll Have to Fall in Love the Natural Way) by Boogs for GingerEl
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV
17 Sep 2025
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In a world where magic is a little more common, Prompto is a potion making witch who isn't very good at the whole magic thing. Cue him having the opportunity to to stay in a log cabin in the woods, study magic and and live his fairy tale dreams! Right up until three people somehow manage to break in and he's forced to spend a month learning to live with them (and learn more about the mysterious black haired stranger in the process).
Created for the 2025 Promptis Gift Exchange
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01 Jul 2026
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Either he had somehow managed to drink his entire year's supply worth of alcohol he had stashed away, he had made a potion horribly wrong, or three handsome men had broken into his cabin last night and tried to kill him.
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About an hour after he managed to get to bed, Prompto’s eyes snapped awake with the realization that all that had happened while he was in his boxers. He didn’t sleep well after that.
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Later, Prompto would look back on this and have no idea what possessed him to do what he did. There wasn’t any thought, not even any plan or real motivation. He just saw the way his eyes glowed and reached out, cupping Noct’s face with both his hands. “Cast another spell.”
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“You’re not the other model,” Noctis muses. He tilts his head, eyes flicking over Prompto’s—well—everything again.
The compliment in Noctis’ assumption hits him full force on a second delay. His cheeks burn so brightly they’ll probably need to put the fan on early in order to cool the room back down.
Prompto’s reaction spills out in a nervous laugh and Noctis visibly chews on the inside of his cheek to bite back his own smile.
“Mr Argentum took those pictures of Lunafreya for Wild Wilderness you’re so fond of,” Ignis supplies helpfully.
“Oh,” Noctis breathes. “Okay. Wow. Okay.”Five (5) times Prompto is paid to take Noctis' photograph and the one (1) time he gets to do it for free.
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Bookmarked by ShrimpDecim
10 Jun 2026
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“I couldn’t forget you,” Noctis says. Prompto’s cheeks burn at his earnest insistence, at the idea he is worth remembering at all and cannot find it in himself to tell Noctis the sum-total of their interactions twelve years ago were shoulders brushing in a hallway and Prompto tripping so dramatically over his own shoelace that he took out three of their classmates with him.
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Noctis is difficult to work with.
It’s not the first time Prompto has heard this, though he’s never experienced it himself. The problem, Prompto thinks, is that Noctis is actually a little shy and would not have chosen this career if it were not handed to him. -
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Ignis hates idle chatter, closes his door at the Citadel to avoid small talk and grinds his teeth through making coffee in the staffroom. Watching these streams is a little like that, he thinks, only listening to Quicksilver prattle about his day doesn’t annoy him in the slightest.
It just makes him want to hear more.
“What…is this?” Ignis asks awkwardly.
“A stream,” Noctis says slowly, sounding a little confused—rightly so, to him they had this conversation just two days ago. “It’s a game—”
“That part I understand,” Ignis says quickly. “But this game in particular. It’s about cleaning?”
Noctis snorts. “Kind of, I guess. It’s cool.”
“So, you’re saying if I bought one of those—”
“Can I power wash the Regalia?” Noctis asks excitedly. “Can I bring Prompto?”
The answer is no, but Ignis wonders if that's the only way he'll get to meet Prompto.Alternatively: When Noctis starts watching a new streamer, Ignis thinks nothing of it. Until he starts watching Quicksilver too.
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Bookmarked by ShrimpDecim
07 Jun 2026
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But all of that is nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the sound of Prompto’s laugh, unfiltered through a microphone, already stamped onto Ignis’ heart—fundamental to his very existence.
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[Prompto 17:15] you’re making me blush
[Ignis 17:16] That’s no real challenge. But it looks good on you, so you shouldn’t fret.○○○○○○○○○○○○
“You have to stop subscribing to my PomPom channel,” Prompto demands.
“Why?”
“It’s a—um, conflict of interests,” Prompto says. -
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For as long as he can remember, Prompto has dreamed about the same boy. He brings him to life in ways he never knew he needed anyone to. He makes him feel things he's never felt for another person before. And every morning when he wakes up, alone in his empty house, he aches for someone that doesn't even exist.
He's falling in love with someone who doesn't even exist.
And halfway across the world, Noctis is haunted every night by a boy in his dreams. He has a smile that breaks apart the storm clouds hanging over his head on a gloomy day. A voice that makes him feel warm in the winter, and he's slowly falling in love with someone who doesn't even exist.
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Bookmarked by ShrimpDecim
31 May 2026
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“Believe it or not,” Ignis says slowly. “You’re not the first heir of Lucis to find their mate through dream walking."
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“Let the Astrals bear witness. We are bound together for eternity. I will follow you into every lifetime until time ceases to exist.”
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buried alive inside my dreams (it was all a fake out) by noctinfocus
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV
20 May 2026
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Prompto straightens, still smiling, still holding onto her. Noctis watches and stays exactly where he is. Even as the music carries on. Even as the lanterns flicker overhead. Even as something unsettled lingers, quiet and persistent, just under the surface, where he refuses to look at it too closely.
He’s not sure what he’s supposed to be feeling.
And that terrifies him.
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Alternatively, Noctis Lucis Caelum experiences jealousy for the first time in his life.Bookmarked by ShrimpDecim
06 Apr 2026
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Prompto deserves someone who looks at him like that—like he’s the only thing in the room worth paying attention to, like he’s easy to choose.
Noctis knows that. He knows that.
So why does it feel like something’s being taken from him? Like something’s slipping through his fingers before he’s even had the chance to understand what it was? Why does the idea of Prompto laughing like that—just like that—but not because of him make his chest feel tight enough to hurt?○○○○○○○○○○○○
With one look towards the darkness of the water, Noctis sighs and lets his feet take him right back to that square, where music is loud, but his heartbeat is louder, as his eyes look for that one person who holds his heart in the palm of his hand.
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Heat crawls violently up Noctis’ neck, his words less and less convinced of their truth with every passing second. “I was subtle.”
“You wanted to deck a girl,” Gladio says, crossing his arms over his chest like a disappointed older brother who just saw his younger sibling doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “Over a dance.”○○○○○○○○○○○○
“Okay, look, just let this go, alright. Forget I said anything.”
“You didn’t say anything,” Prompto deadpans, “I had to figure it out myself.”
Noctis throws his hands up in the air, “And you figured it out wrong!”
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Prompto shifts slightly closer again, enough for his shoulder to brush Noctis’ arm. “C’mon,” he says more quietly this time. “Dance with me.”