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Prompt Post Round Five

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A!A Thank you! I figured that the beginning of the mindreading status effect would be a little confusing, so I wanted to reflect that. :)

A!A: I had to include the chocobos! They have one-track minds, bless them. (Well, so do the chocobros, but in a different way)

Haha Aw, thanks!

The smell of cubed garula sirloin rubbed with spices wafted through the hotel room as the shower hissed and clinked, Ignis considered whether he needed to leave the vegetables in the oven another ten minutes, and Prompto ran through the chocobo theme song in his head for the thirty-third time that day. Noctis leaned back against the wall next to the bathroom, seemingly flipping through his phone, but all he was doing was running his thumb over his apps and back again.

In the shower, Gladio was thinking in pictures.

They weren’t complete ones: Just fragments, scattered images pieced together by the guilty mantra of I really shouldn’t be doing this. One was from a training session a few days before, when Noct had managed to disarm Gladio and was standing over him, the point of his sword trained on his throat. The other was Noctis, sitting on the throne, fire in one hand, chin resting on the other, the light of his crown glinting off the high windows of the Citadel. Gladio at his feet. A hand pressing Gladio’s face into a mattress—it wasn’t Noct’s hand, and the face blurred, but it could have been Noct. Gladio wanted it to be Noct.

Gladio, come. That was Noct’s voice, in Gladio’s head. A memory: How many times had Noct said that, calling Gladio away from a diner or an outpost as they made for a new hunt? Now, Gladio’s mind went white, and Noct shifted uncomfortably at the thrill that ran through him.

Gladio wants me, he realized, just as Gladio’s thoughts rang in his ears.

Just once. Please, just once.

“Noctis. Dinner’s up.”

Noct creaked to his feet, and threw his phone on the middle of Prompto and Gladio’s bed. He took a plate of skewers from Ignis, and set it down on the small table where Prompto was sitting. Then, just as Gladio opened the door to the bathroom, he slowly peeled off his shirt.

“Noct?” Ignis asked. “Are you feeling warm?”

“Hot day,” Noct said, and tossed his shirt to Gladio, who scowled and let it drop. “You’re always telling me to take it off, aren’t you, big guy?”

Gladio squinted at him. Don’t know why he doesn’t do it more often, he thought. He’s pretty built, for a scrawny guy. “Yeah, whatever.”

Oh, man, he’s not gonna walk around shirtless all night, is he? Prompto thought.

For a moment, Ignis thought in pictures, as well. This one was simple: Ignis running his hands through Noct’s hair. Noct smiling. The air around them was soft, tinged with pink. There were rose petals under Noct’s head, and they shifted as Ignis bent down for a kiss.

I love you, Noctis said, in Ignis’ daydream.

Noct grabbed one of the skewers off his plate and slowly pushed it as far into his mouth as it would allow. Prompto’s mind went blank, and Noct let out a soft moan of delight as he dragged the skewer back, pulling off one of the pieces of meat and chewing slow.

“That,” he said, “was amazing.”

Someone get this man a popsicle, Prompto thought, and Noct had to suppress a snort. He proceeded to eat as slowly as possible, drawing out faint sounds of pleasure, licking his fingers, tilting his head back just a little when he leaned in his chair. By this point, Prompto’s mind had sunk so far into the gutter he was thinking of building a house there, and even Ignis had abandoned the remains of his meal to entertain the thought of Noctis kneeling before him, taking him into his mouth. Gladio was gone. He wasn’t even trying to read the book he had propped up in his hand, skimming over the page as he thought of Noct’s hands in his hair, pulling just right as he thrust into him.

Should be illegal, moaning like that, he thought.

“Hope you didn’t use up all the hot water,” Noct said, and pushed his plate aside. His hand went to the buttons of his pants, and Ignis made a strangled sound of distress.

“Dude,” Prompto said. “Don’t strip right here.”

Noct lowered his gaze. “Sure you don’t want me to?”

Buddy, you’d give the weirdest strip-tease in Lucis, but I’d still fuck you into the wall.

In a perfect world, you’d never be clothed, thought Ignis. Well. Except perhaps in that lovely strappy number.

Put on your uniform, Gladio thought.

Gods, Noct was learning a lot about his friends today. He unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them, and tossed them at Gladio again. Sure enough, there was a spike of pleasure mixed in with Gladio’s irritation. He liked it when Noct was a brat.

No. He liked it when Noct was commanding.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Noct told him, trying to put a hard edge in his voice, and heard a desperate Oh, hell, oh hell, as Gladio tried to shift and obscure his tenting sweatpants. Noct was half out of his boxers by the time he made it to the bathroom, and Gladio definitely wasn’t the only one trying to look discreetly uninterested.

Maybe he moaned a little too loudly in the shower when the warm water came on, but he was rewarded by what had to be the filthiest imagery outside of a porno he’d ever come across. Prompto in particular was a little too enthusiastic—Noct wasn’t sure that the human body could actually bend that way, but he did have to admit that he was probably flexible enough to prop his legs on Prompto’s shoulders while his best friend bent him in half.

Wait.

Noct stopped mid-way through shampooing his hair. How far was he going to go with this? Sure, he’d always had a thing for Ignis and Gladio, and half the school assumed he was dating Prompto two weeks after they met for the second time, but…

He let water run suds down the drain as Ignis thought of taking Noctis to the sounds of a live band outside their window, or lying out on the roof of the Citadel and watching the stars. Gladio was thinking of kissing his fingers, Prompto of the two of them at a rave, surrounded by a faceless crowd, eyes on each other.

“Okay,” Noct whispered. “Okay, I’m doing this.”

He dried off as quickly as he could and only barely tied the smallest towel he could find around his waist. When he stepped out of the bathroom, still damp from the shower and wreathed in steam, all thoughts turned towards him.

“Hot in here,” he said.

Yeah, Prompto thought. You are.

Noct ran a hand through his hair, scattering drops over the carpet, and padded his way over to his travel bag. He pulled out his fitted black briefs—the ones Prompto had lovingly called his Saddest attempt at being sexy but personally thought of as those fucking briefs, holy shit, holy fuck, and slipped them on. He let the towel fall, and looked back at the others over his shoulder.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed,” he said.

He lay down on his and Ignis’ bed and stretched, arching his back and gasping as his bones popped. He rolled over slightly, and looked at Ignis, blinking slow.

“Hey, Specs,” he said. “Aren’t you tired?”

This fic is everything I ever wanted and it's glorious.

Especially the chocobo thoughts because that's EXACTLY what I think my birbs are thinking at all times

I am building a temple for you Author!Anon because THIS IS MAGNIFICENT!!!

so beautiful astrals wept crystal tears

op

No pressure, just lots of excitement!!

All four boys live through the final encounter with Ardyn and have frantic holy-fuck-we-almost-died-but-didn't sex afterwards.

+ this is then followed by exceptionally tender, loving sex

Noct, you evil tease! XD

This is amazing!!

SCREAMING i am at work right now and you're gonna kill me with this

I love love love the kink with Gladio, god, Noct, just give him some orders because you are his KING

OP. Anon you are a treasure. This is fantastic! Love the way you capture all the different characters ways of thinking, and Noct is such a brat, I love it! The chocobo thoughts was a great touch. :D

As much as I love when Gladio pounds Noct into the bed, I love some authority kink with Gladio being Noct's "victim" :D

Anon, I love you for this story. Noct is such a little tease and I enjoy how different the rest of chocobros is when it comes to how they want Noct. I'm wondering if they are going to realize that Noct can read their thoughts? I'm not sure how they would react.

Ah, it seems like Noct decided to do something about all of that UST? Good :3

Clarus has always known that Cor is really susceptible to cold. After all he's watched Cor running around wrapped in at least two more layers of clothing than the average human for far longer than he can count. So when they started up a relationship, Clarus didn't consider that dating and sharing a bed with a living icicle might have some drawbacks.

While Cor counts his blessings in discovering that Clarus is like a larger than life hot water bottle, Clarus realizes that not only is his boyfriend prone to snuggling up to any source of heat available– which he’d find truly amusing if it weren’t for those frozen appendages that Cor keeps wrapping around Clarus – but that he is perpetually hogging all the blankets within a radius of one mile.

And then there's the fact that engaging in any sexual activities at all might be a tad difficult when your boyfriend has really cold hands and any attempts to shell him out of his multiple layers of clothing is met with heavy resistance.

Holy hell.

This is INCREDIBLE. It's so charming, and well-written, and just plain FUNNY.

I love how distinct everyone's internal voices are. I love that it started with the frogs. I love that Noct is such an unrepentant tease.

This is so, SO good. I cannot wait to see where you go with it.

Prompto was four years old, and screaming at the top of his lungs. It was two in the morning, and until about a minute ago, everything had been fine. The kid had gotten somewhat used to being a _kid_, and more recently to having his own room. Sometimes, though, this still happened.

Cor was on his feet in seconds. Was in the living room, gun in hand, only some seconds after, before his brain parsed that while there were monsters that lurked in the dark, this was probably the very special species that only appeared in dark spaces like wardrobes and under beds of kids' rooms.

The screams gave way to loud wailing, and there could have been be words in between, but they were lost somewhere between sobs and the kid's still somewhat limited speech.

"Coming, coming..." Not before putting the pistol to a safe place, though. The little bird had a thing for everything that went "pew" and produced fireworks, and he didn't want an accident. When he had reached Prompto's room, he heard that the sound came from the space between the foot of the bed and the closet. It was just large enough to fit the boy and his chocobo plush, the first toy he had gotten. You needed a crowbar to separate him from it in the night. The nightlight, a fat little moogle, didn't seem bright enough for a moment like this, so Cor switched on the bedside lamp.

"What is it, little one? Bad dreams?" He squatted down to take a look at the boy, who was mostly mussed up blond hair and snot at this point, and as was often the way with small children, too upset to say why he was upset. The crying didn't stop, it just turned into hiccups, half muffled by the chocobo.

"Come here, will you?" He tried to gently pull him out of his hiding place. Prompto screeched, and other than that might as well have been a log. No cooperation at all. At least he wasn't kicking or biting, an improvement from the first few weeks.

"Shit." What was it this time? The bed seemed dry enough. "Don't want to sleep alone tonigt?"

That got him a nod, finally.

"You have to come out if you want that. I don't fit in there, you know?"

Prompto looked up at him. Still sobbing, still not saying a word, but slowly inching out of his corner nonetheless. The Marshal waited patiently. Forcing the boy would only lead to more sobbing, he learned that the hard way. Eventually, he was out far enough to, in theory, hold on to Cor, and far enough for Cor to get both hands on him. He looked unsure, though, and the tears wouldn't stop, and then he just folded himself around the plush again and resumed wailing. One of those spells. They had gone through this a few times.

"The fledgling will not stop, will it?" The wailing had woken his strange roommate, and he stood in the door now in his pyjamas, eyes tiny from sleep. "You'll be waking up the whole house, young man, if you intend to go on like this."

"Must have had a bad dream. C'mon, Prom. Let's fix you some hot milk and go to bed, okay?"

Prompto scrambled forward and past him, and only stopped when he got hold of Ardyn's pyjama leg. Another step up, even if it didn't seem like it at first glance. Two months ago he would have hidden behind it. The boy had taken to Cor, and usually warm milk and a story would have been the cure-all. There was just one specific set of nightmares it didn't work with.

"Aw, poor fledgling. Were the black things looking for you again?" Ardyn lifted the boy up on his arm. He was still crying, but quieter now, sniffling into Ardyn's shoulder. Somewhere in between, there was a muffled, "Uh-hu."

"Then we will take care that they don't dare to come back tonight. Would you mind to help Papa to make me some cocoa while I take care that they will be gone from your bed when you sleep here again?"

Some more sniffling, and then a small nod. He turned his head away from the shoulder a little, and peaked past the chocobo in his arm at Cor.

"You'll of course have to keep a really good eye on the milk. Remember the last time you did not and it became too hot and everything was a terrible mess?" He carried him out into the kitchen, placing him on the countertop. Cor followed them, just happy that none of them was crying.

Prompto nodded, but he didn't let go of Ardyn's sleeve.

“You remember what happened the last time I told the black ones that they are not welcome here? They are no nice people.“

Cor remembered very well. Ardyn had ended up in his own bedroom, to tend to his wounds and still his tears while the kid was back asleep. Cor was not sure what Ardyn had done in there, but the flat had felt more silent after that night.

"They're mean." The boy still stumbled over his r's and th's. He pulled insistently on the sleeve again, trying to get Ardyn to lean down.

“Yes, they are. That is why you scream as loud as you can when they bully Cor and you. Can you do this for me?“ He did not try to detach the tiny hand from his sleeve.

"Mhm!" He looked at Cor, then up at Ardyn again. This time he was much clearer on what the sleeve pulling was all about, bringing his other hand to the side of his mouth. Secrets, then, and those clearly needed to be whispered.

Ardyn nodded meaningfully in Cor's direction, then dragged the boy closer to listen to very important things.

"Make the ugly man go away, too." Who the ugly man was, nobody really knew. It was either someone specific from the facility, or - more likely - fuzzy memories of people and discomfort getting conflated into one big bad that kept returning in his dreams.

"He won't dare to come here. He's a big old scaredy cat. Remember the spooky face I showed you? Tongue out as far as you can, roll your eyes and make the noises! Like this!" And Ardyn showed him again. Cor hid behind the door of the fridge, unable to look at the man without laughing, and pretended to look for something that was hidden deep in its insides. "See? Even Papa is scared!"

Prompto giggled, and made the same silly face, just to be sure.

"Very good! Looky there, the most horrible monster of them all! Spooky enough to scare them all away!" He bopped the freckled nose. That got even more giggling out of the boy. His face was still puffy and sticky, but he didn't look like he'd start crying again in the immediate future. Cor dared to bring the milk now, lighted the gas stove and put a pot on it. While Ardyn was telling the boy what Papa was doing there and why it was important to do that very carefully, he looked at his saviour, amber eyes full of a strange melancholia.

Prompto meanwhile listened to Ardyn and watched Cor, squinting at the pot on the stove. The fact that he wasn't chatting away about everything that went through his little head spoke volumes about how scared he had been and how tired he was now.

"Think you can stay here for a little while, fledgling?"

He nodded and, a little reluctantly, let go off Ardyn's sleeve.

"Do you want honey or cocoa, Prom?" Cor took over from here while he watched the older man walk away, into the boy's room. Ardyn had asked him not to wonder what her was doing in there, and to ignore any noises that might come from inside. It would be alright in the end.

Noctis you absolute troll! I love this so much!

What it says right on the tin: 5 times Ignis got sick and Cor took care of him over the years... and 1 time it was the other way around.

You made me wonder if there were really ghosts in their house. I'm glad I read this part in the middle of a day ^^'

I like how both Ardyn and Cor took care of Prompto and how much Prompto trusted them. It was adorable how he did cling to Ardyn; it makes sense as Ardyn is the one to scare scary things off.

Thank you for writing this :)

So Cor's been taking csre of some kid, but no one's seen him until one day Regis asks him to bring the kid to the Citadel. The three bros find out no one has seen this kid because he's been abused and totured all his life by Niflheim before Cor smuggled him out.

Gladio, Noctis and Ignis decide to make attempts to help this poor kid recover, helping with physical therapy (Prompto can walk, but he looks like a clunky MT when he does so he's been in a wheelchair to dispel suspicion) and becoming more social because holy shit this kid is so quiet how did he make it this long

Posted here now. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12093378

Something or other is coming up at school where the teen's parents are invited to attend, but Prompto's are MIA all the time so he's shit out of luck and will be teased for them not showing up. He laments to Noctis, who laments to his older friends, who decide something needs to be done. So the day arrives and Prompto is preparing for the soul crushing parentless day when in walks these two oddly familiar people who glom onto him and call him their precious boy. It's Gladio and Ignis, dressed convincingly as adults playing his parents.

+Prompto constantly gets complimented over his MILF and DILF.
++!MamaIgnis stares down some bullies making them run screaming and apologize to the blonde
+++If shippy then Gladio and Ignis are very lovey with another, ala Gomez and Morticia Adams that make Noctis want to retch.
++++Noct is so not jealous
+++++Or go full blown crack and have Gladio as the mom and Ignis as the dad, but still pass off quite well.

Yes for Gladio and Ignis behaving like Morticia and Gomez. You made me want to watch "Adams Family" again :D

Of course Noct wouldn't be jealous ;) Man, I really like this prompt!

Yessss

...oh my god, yes.

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Prompt Post Round Five

Re: Fill 1/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

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Re: Fill 1/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Re: Any pairing or gen, Prompto asked to infiltrate Niflheim

OT4 - self indulgent fix it

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Clarus/Cor, Clarus is dating an icicle.

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Fill: Ardyn + Cor + Prompto, Dysfunctional escaped lab rat family (2/?)

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Noctis/Bros, Mindreading

Gen, Ignis/Cor and 5 times Ignis got sick and Cor took care of him

Re: Fill: Ardyn + Cor + Prompto, Dysfunctional escaped lab rat family (2/?)

Gen Chocobros + Helping MT!Prompto With Therapy/Rehabilitation

AO3 GladNoct, Tickle War

Gen or Gladio/Ignis: "They pretend to be Prompto's parents for a day"

Re: Gen or Gladio/Ignis: "They pretend to be Prompto's parents for a day"

Re: Gen Chocobros + Helping MT!Prompto With Therapy/Rehabilitation

Re: Gen or Gladio/Ignis: "They pretend to be Prompto's parents for a day"