#Lunafreya x Noctis

[xiiiwayfinders]

Love this fun little game where some friends go on a road trip and have fun and nothing bad ever happens and they all live happily ever after :)

[daisytachi]

[heart-kingdom]

I’ll never forget you You sure about that? Of course I am. You never forget your first love

Final Fantasy Origin : Stranger of Paradise

[flowers-of-rosaria]

NoctLuna & WarRose Parallels

[shr0uds]

[fire-of-the-sun]

Whenever I think about Noctis and Luna's reunion in the afterlife and what it may have been like, I can't help but think about Aragorn and Arwen's reunion at the end of Return of the King. Not only due to the similarities of the scenes themselves (two lovers meeting each other again after a long time apart), but the similarities in the characters too that makes it feel so right to me as, whenever I think about interactions between older Noctis and Luna, I can't help but think about Aragorn and Arwen and the nature of their interactions - the palpable love, respect and purity that permeates their scenes together.

Luna possesses a similar demeanor of dignified grace, strength, beauty and kindness as Arwen as she too passionately serves her people and helps guide and encourage Noctis, whom she holds unwavering faith in. She also shares the desire to simply be with the man she loves even if only for a while and, if she could, choose a normal life with him.

I can also see Noctis (specifically older Noctis) as Aragorn given their shared struggles and doubts with embracing their mantle of kingship, fulfilling their destinies and, after the time skip, adopting a similar air of regality and quiet strength. (Also, the long dark hair and beard don't hurt this comparison either.)

Anyway, back to the scenario: I like to imagine that when Noctis awakens in the afterlife, he does so in a sylleblossom field just like his previous vision with Luna, only this time he's his adult self and instead of being cold and grey, it's more beautiful than he could ever dream it. He stands to find Luna there waiting for him with a smile, as beautiful and radiant as the day she passed. The last time he saw her in this place, it was a farewell but now it was a welcome, beckoning him into an eternity where they'll never be apart again.

Noctis walks up to her in silent awe as she does for him as well - perhaps a call back to their moment not long prior where they reached out to each other but were unable to touch. But this time, she's really there, now just inches away, as real as he is.

Their eyes never leave each other's, hopeful smiles and tears of happiness mingled together at the magnitude of this moment. How long have they waited for this? Slowly, carefully, Noctis extends a hand to stroke her cheek, as if to be certain she's really there, having waited to touch her for so long. It's slow, achingly tender, reverential...

Luna smiles warmly, the tears of joy in her eyes glittering like stars as they both lean in for a kiss. Finally. It's soft but passionate, full of the weight of 22 years of longing and the overwhelming bliss of sharing a moment they've only dreamed of for so long.

They break apart to embrace, taking advantage of this blessed proximity to relish every touch, unable to let go of each other now that they're finally in each other's arms. Where before they were only granted a handful of moments together, now nothing can tear them apart. Untouched by pain or sorrow, they finally get to begin an eternity of joy, peace and wedded bliss they were denied in life.

(Also, in keeping with The Lord the Rings inspiration here, I could see a version where Noctis is so overcome with euphoria he dives in for a kiss like Aragorn did, lifting Luna up and eliciting an equally passionate response from her because who wouldn't love to see that?)

And perhaps, all the while, Regis and the rest of their parents and passed loved ones watch nearby, pleased with them finally being reunited and finding happiness together at last, waiting to welcome Noctis in turn.

Of course, there's always the afterlife reunion at the end of Titanic that's fun to consider, too...

[evieeion]

happy holidays everyone!! here’s my lunoct gift for the ffxv secret santa event that was on twt 🎄🎁

[radient-fanatsy]

"I still feel you"

[s-shi0n]

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT HURTS

[freesiavacadoo]

spy x family x ff15 baybehh 🎣🌵🌙

[daisytachi]

[heart-kingdom]

FF Couples + Black

[reksigh]

drawpiles 2day

[prynacle]

Noctis & Lunafreya || Brotherhood 16 x 16

Colored with the brotherhood colors. I love Kurita’s drawings ❤️✨

[gingerel]

Prompto thinks his sister might be in love.

A little ficlet sequel to Harbinger written for @mathclasswarfare

They’re separated by a table laden down with offerings wrought by Ignis and Monica’s hands, but Prompto keeps his eyes fixed on Luna as she mingles amongst the other Gods.

A sacrifice, truly, when Prompto’s favourite thing to do at these gatherings is spy on Noctis. In the scant few moments, they’re not together anyway. He’s changed in the past years, still shy and under-socialised but always trying, definitely easier with the people that know him best. Even now, he’s trapped under Gladio’s arm, weakly fighting him off as he and Nyx laugh at whatever is making Noctis scowl.

Prompto will rescue him in a minute, it’s just—

Prompto thinks his sister might be in love.

Selena has Luna’s full attention, standing together across the way from Prompto, but enough he can’t eavesdrop on what they’re saying. He thinks magic might have something to do with that, but he doesn’t know who has both the ability and foresight to set something up just to muffle sound. Suddenly, Selena laughs and Luna doesn’t, but her whole face goes a little soft, eyes widening and body leaning in towards her friend.

When Selena’s laugh peters out Luna starts talking and Selena focuses in turn. Prompto doesn’t know Selena well enough, not even after all these years now, to read if her expression turns as intensely or as tenderly as Luna’s obviously does.

Prompto’s staring, which is rude, but he can’t seem to stop himself.

It’s odd, right? Not that Luna can be in love but that she seems to feel that way and is doing nothing about it. She’s confident, she doesn’t like secrets, she sees what she wants, and she goes about getting it.

Prompto’s here isn’t he? Luna didn’t know it would work out quite as well as it did, but she put the wheels in motion. Prompto’s feelings about his family are a mess at the best of times, but he has to give Luna some credit for a fraction of the happiness he feels now.

For a moment, Iris steals Selena’s attention making their duo a trio, and though it’s obvious to Prompto that Iris intends for Luna to be included in the conversation too, Luna’s eyes don’t leave Selena’s face, more concerned with her response than formulating her own.

A warm arm hooks Prompto around the waist and he only avoids jumping clear off the floor because Noctis drags him backwards into his firm chest with a little hum.

“Why are you being weird?” Noctis asks quietly.

“I’m not being weird,” Prompto says quickly, craning his neck to look at Noctis’ face to catch him arching one perfect eyebrow.  “I’m always weird?” Prompto tries.

Briefly, Noctis squeezes him tighter, laughing low in his ear in a way that makes Prompto feel all warm in his chest.  It cuts through any annoyance Prompto might feel at Noctis’ uncharacteristic and awkwardly timed perceptiveness.

“Spill,” Noctis insists, arm loosening enough for Prompto to turn around in his arms. “Do I need to fight someone?”

Prompto laughs, though Noctis undoubtedly could and maybe would go toe to toe with anyone here if they upset Prompto enough. Might win too, now he’s gotten a handle on his magic. Gently, and quickly, Prompto kisses the corner of Noctis’ mouth, suddenly and deeply filled with a gratitude he can’t place.

“No fighting,” Prompto says. “I’m just being nosy.”

Noctis taps his fingertips against the small of Prompto’s back.

“What about?”

Prompto considers lying, or at least sidestepping the question for now. Gossiping isn’t something he enjoys—or nothing he’ll even admit to enjoying, anyway—but if he’s going to talk to anyone about it, it has to be Noctis.

“Do you think,” Prompto says. “That maybe Luna might—have feelings for Selena?”

Noctis rears back as much as he can without completely pulling away.

“What?”

“I mean,” Prompto defends. “She looks at Selena all heart-eyes and they spend so much time together.”

Noctis stares at him for a few moments, before rolling his eyes up towards the sky.

“Oh, I see,” Noctis drawls. “It’s barely been a decade and you’re bored.”

“No!” Prompto cries loudly, laughing. Must have been too loud, because almost every other person in the space turns to glance at them. “Not bored—never bored.”

Noctis drops his waist, but only so he can stroke the backs of his fingers along Prompto’s jaw. He smiles just a little, watching Prompto’ with eyes so soft, so patient and—

Noctis looks at him the way Luna looks at Selena.

“I really think I’m onto something,” Prompto breathes.

Noctis glances over at the girls, eyes only lingering for a few seconds before he’s focusing on Prompto again.

“Okay, say you’re right,” Noctis says, the curl of his mouth making it obvious he’s only humouring him. “It’s not like we can do anything about it.”

“They should be together,” Prompto insists quietly.

“That would be hard for them,” Noctis says. “You know, because they’re—”

“Ignis and Nyx are different seasons,” Prompto argues. “So were we, once.”

“Ignis and Nyx aren’t both Gods of,” Noctis reminds him. “Selena and Luna could never live together. And if we couldn’t—we’d still—I’d still…”

Noctis struggles, words Prompto knows but Noctis still occasionally struggles to say.

“You’d still love me?” Prompto breathes.

Noctis nods. “Always. But not being able to live with you—imagine that?”

Prompto does, but only briefly, because the concept is so terrible. 

Noctis looks sad, and Prompto aches somehow. He doesn’t know how they got here so fast, but he darts forward, pressing a soft kiss to Noctis’ mouth and threading the fingers of one hand into his hair to help soothe them, to remind themselves of how lucky they are to have found each other.

It’s Noctis that pushes forward to make it linger and Prompto doesn’t even think to push him away. It doesn't matter that the event is half formal, though much less fraught than Prompto’s been led to believe they were before once upon a time. When Prompto wasn’t really around, back when Noctis was simultaneously more and less than he is now. The world could dissipate to nothing but them for the rest of eternity and Prompto would be okay, would relish each and every second that he and Noctis are near each other, talking and touching and—

Noctis jerks forward, biting Prompto’s lip and crushing their noses together. Prompto presses the back of his hand against his mouth to soothe the sudden ache while Noctis whirls around to glare at where Nyx, Gladio and Ignis are standing.

Ignis is pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Did you just throw ice at me?” Noctis demands. Nyx shakes out his hand and water droplets splatter onto the grass.

“Stop canoodling in public,” Gladio teases, any attempt at being stern swallowed up by his smile.

“We’re not—we weren't…” Noctis stammers. “Shut up.”

“Smooth,” Nyx laughs.

“Nice come back,” Gladio puts him.

Noctis scowls, and Prompto clutches his arm, half burying his face in his shoulder so Noctis won’t feel betrayed by the fact he too can’t stop smiling.

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I spent nearly two hours on this edit

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