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Iris always reads trashy magazines and leaves them around the house, which bugs Clarus to no end because he ends up cleaning them up (and sometimes reading them but Iris doesn't have to know he likes the little quizzes)

So one day Clarus sees Iris left one of her magazines out on the table when she left for school, and decides to read through it

He then comes across a two page article with pictures speculating about Gladio's relationship with Ignis Scientia

+Clarus is fine with the relationship, he's just sad he had to find out from a magazine

++Gladio sits there so embarassed as Clarus reads the article to him and the article is very juvenile to begin with considering it's a magazine for teenagers

+++The pictures in the magazine are of Ignis and Gladio holding hands, Ignis and Gladio at lunch, and more things and hearts are printed on the page with little captions like "The royal advisor looks ready to take a bite... of the Prince's Shield!" and other cringe-worthy things

I love this so much please

Whelp, someone beat me to it. Oh well, can never not have enough fluff. Have some more Smol babies. :D

They should have known better than to have gone after a Malboro without knowing anything about it beforehand, especially when the damn thing employs an effect hardly ever seen before; and especially without having more than a half a dozen remedies on hand. But the thing spat out a nasty ooze at them, with Gladio and Ignis protecting their two younger companions from getting splattered. They finished off the monster after a bit and venture back to the car, but that’s when things start to take a turn for the worse. Both of the older men, known for hiding their ailments, become sluggish and begin to complain about feeling hot. Noct decides to take the wheel to allow Ignis a chance to relax in the back with Gladio, which both are quite grateful for. The two nod off relatively quickly, unnerving the younger two greatly especially when their companions faces become flush with the exception of their redden cheeks and sweat pools down their foreheads.

“Hey Noct, they’re not looking very good. Maybe we should head to Meldancio and let them rest before going to see Randolph.”

Noctis glances in the mirror at his friends and then nods. “Yeah.”

They head to the Hunter HQ, finding the older men weakened to the point that Noct and Prompto had to all but carry them into the caravan; drag with Gladio since he felt like a dead Garula. The two remaining young men sigh and head out to grab some curatives for their friends while also picking up something quick and easy to make since Ignis was in no shape to cook. But as they re-enter the caravan, they notice something very odd.

“Where are they?” Prompto asks, raising an eyebrow at the bodiless bed that both of the men were laid up on before they left, but now only contains their abandoned clothing and two small lumps under the blankets. “Oh shit, you don’t think that nasty stuff the Malboro spit on them made them go crazy and run off into the wilds naked?”

“Shit I hope not, I know Gladio wouldn’t care but Iggy would keel over from embarrassment.”

But a movement startles both men who reel back as the two lumps under the blankets begin to stir. They watch with terror as one of the lumps move towards the end of the bed and in flash, the covers are tossed upwards.

“Rawr!” a tiny little brunette roars out before giggling at the screaming men. “Ha ha, I scared yous!”

The two men look flabbergasted at the tiny boy, their brains slowly beginning to register what they are seeing exactly.

“What the hell is this!?” Noct freaks out, looking to the blonde.

“How the hell should I know!?” he says and looks at the boy curiously. “Glad-io?”

“That’s me!” the chubby faced little boy squeals and then pats at the bed. “Hey, hey. Come out, it’s safe.”

The other lump slowly makes it way down to the end before a tiny little head peeks out, wide green eyes looking around the room in fright before settling on the freckled blonde. His lower lip juts out and his eyes become teary as he reaches out towards him and whimpers.

“Hold, please?” his squeaky voice asks pitifully, made even cuter with his accent.

“Oh my gods it’s a naked baby Ignis!” Prompto doesn’t know whether he wants to grab his camera or just glomp the toddler but he does the later as the sandy blonde boy wiggles his stubby little fingers and gives an even bigger boo-boo lip. “Daww, all right, but let's get some clothes on you first.”

The tot waits patiently, his thumb in his mouth and bright green eyes watching the now elder boy intently as he paws through Ignis duffle.

“So you think this has something to do with the Malboro? I mean both of them got spat on and started not feeling well afterward, maybe this is some sort of adverse effect.”

“Possibly, I never heard of anything like this before. I just wonder is there a way to change them back. Like a bath or Remedies? Can’t really have them remain small like this, it’d be too dangerous.” Noctis looks to the older of the de-aged children who unabashedly runs laps around the bed in all his naked glory and then sighs. “Okay, settle down. We need to get you dressed too.”

“No.” the boy giggles out and begins jumping on the bed.

“Don’t tell me no, you need clothes on. Your junks flopping all around.”

No!” the four-year-old snaps and hops from the bed, running to the end of the caravan. “No clothes!”

“Ugh, Gladio get over here!” Noct snaps and stalks over only to have the little boy dive between his legs and skitter to the other end. “Seriously!?”

The Prince looks over with jealousy at Prompto, who seems to have gotten the good one of the two as Ignis obediently puts his arms up as a gray cotton shirt is put on him, and is then scooped up and cuddled lovingly.

“Who would have thought stuffy ol’ Iggy was such a cute little cuddle bug.” the blonde coos as he tossles the boy’s cowlick and then nuzzles his cheek before the tot kisses his freckled cheek. “I think he likes me.”

“Yeah, great.” Noctis grumps and scowls as little Gladio jumps on the couch. “Guess I’m stuck with the Hellspawn.”

Noct removes his own shirt, finding it easier than digging through Gladio’s duffle and alerting the boy and slowly sneaks up to the oblivious little nudist. As quick as he can, Noctis snatches the shrieking toddler and pulls the shirt over his head but then gets a kick to the knee that causes him to drop the boy onto the couch while wincing. The miniaturized Gladio continues to howl loudly as he tosses the shirt off and runs to the other end while brandishing the shirt like a flag.

“Need some help there buddy?” Prompto chortles as he rocks baby Ignis, the boy staring around curiously with his thumb in his mouth once more.

“Please.” Noct whines with a huff.

Prompto goes to put Ignis down on the bed but the boy holds onto him for dear life and whimpers every time the blonde attempts to pry him off. “Eh, sorry. Looks like I have a growth.”

Noct groans deeply and attempts to corral the hyper child, eventually cornering him and getting the shirt back on him. He ties the shirt in a knot between the boy’s legs for good measure, disallowing the spiteful toddler from yanking it off. The Prince and his tiny Shield have a scowl off now, neither budging from their spot in the caravan as Prompto microwaves water for some cup noodles.

“Whatcha doin?” Ignis asks curiously.

“Making us some lunch, you like noodles?”

“Never had them. Mummy only gives me fruit, veggies, and oatmeal.”

“Well then, you’re in for a treat.” he says and boops the giggle boy’s nose. “Hey Noct, do you think one to split amongst them will be enough or should I make two in case Gladio eats like his adult form?”

“Make one, never know if he’s going to be a stubborn little shit and not eat it.” he says, eyes slitting at the pudgy faced brunette.

“I’m not a stubborn naughty word!” the boy snaps, chubby little fists on his sides. “You’re a dummy and I’m gonna tell my Daddy on you! He’ll beat you up!”

“Hey now, it’s not nice to threaten people.” Prompto chides and looks down at Ignis. “Right little Igs?”

“Right!” the boy squeals and gets his tummy tickled.

“Iggy, would you be a good boy and play with Gladio while me and Noct get lunch together?”

“I’m always a good boy!” Ignis says and pouts but stops when he gets a pat on the head.

“I know you are.” he says and sets the boy down, giving him a soft nudge in the direction of the older toddler.

Ignis runs over and gives the boy a scared look at first but then he smiles timidly when the other grins at him. The two toddlers hug one another, making the other occupants ‘Aww’ at them before the two tots become enthralled with telling stories to each other. The now older boys continue getting lunch ready for the four of them, and then going over potential plans of action they can take to hopefully cure the two wee ones, or at least keep them amused until the malady wears off.

The Regalia is an Autobot.

Whether this is a known thing, or something that Regalia surprises the guys with, is up to the filler.

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!

+100000

The bros know Prompto has a bunch of jobs to pay rent and tuition from his scholarship. There's one job in particular the three of them wish he would quit

It's a job at a diner and Prompto is the only guy who works there on the wait staff. Whenever the bros go to that diner, the girls working there are a bit uncomfortable but nice. Prompto is a bit skittish, but they can't figure out what seems off until the boss walks in

+As patrons, Ignis, Gladio and Noct know they can't be as boisterous as they usually are, but they notice how the waitresses find ways to put themselves between Prompto and the boss almost like they were protecting him

++One of the girls tells Ignis the boss hits on Prompto a lot and he's a sleaze in general

+++The boss is caught slapping Prompto's ass, but then docks his pay and takes his tips after the bros witness the boss make Prompto pick up the broken glass with his bare hands and it's a mess and Prompto is a stuttering mess and his hands are bleeding

Working on it! I hacked that up right before bed last night but will clean it up for ao3 tonight. Glad you liked it!!

+++++++++++1111111111111

I was listening to this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQ7oqmikZDQ (Simple Plan - Untitled) and i had an idea.
Basically there's a car crash cause by a drunk driver and someone dies...

so one of the chocobros is going home, or maybe he's going to work or to meet the others, whatever... he got into a car crash and stuff happened.

Angst Please

it's up to you if they survive, if they got a permanent damage, if they are fine... or if they cause the accident ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My only request is that it has to be Angst like, a lot ~~(and maybe someone dies pretty please)~~ ç.ç

Yes please!!!!

It was an hour before they found a suitable haven, not far from Lestallum.

Ignis had dozed off in Prompto’s arms during the drive, head pillowed on the blonde man’s chest, thumb still firmly in his mouth, his free hand clutching at Prompto’s vest. Prompto felt absurdly touched that the kid felt safe enough with him to sleep and cuddled him closer, gently petting his hair. Ignis was so reserved as an adult that it felt almost like a treat to be able to shower him with affection now.

“Noct!” he whispered urgently. “You gotta take a picture when we stop! I swear, he’s the most adorable kid I’ve ever seen. Look at his little face!”

“It’s not fair you chose the cuddly one, and I got the hurricane!” Noctis muttered sulkily. Gladio had quietened eventually, but he’d managed to answer ‘no!’ to everything Noctis said for a good half hour first and had called the prince every insult his childish vocabulary could think of. “I’ll call Cor as soon as we stop.”

When they did find a suitable spot, Noctis was as good as his word; calling Cor and explaining to the Marshal who sounded as bemused as Noctis and Prompto were themselves. He promised to be with them by the next morning.

They left the kids locked in the car for a brief moment while they unloaded the boot, lugging the camping equipment to the safest position as quickly as they could. They missed Gladio’s muscles so much at that moment! Once all the heaviest items had been unloaded, then they went back for their de-aged buddies and the smallest bags.

Ignis stirred as Gladio shot out of the car the moment the door was opened and ran on ahead; Noctis following him and threatening him with dire retribution if he didn’t stop right that second.

“Hey sleepy head!” Prompto greeted him gently, only just resisting the urge to pinch one of his chubby cheeks. He was so glad he’d got Noctis to take those photos; even if adult Ignis would have a fit if he saw them. “You have a good nap?” Ignis nodded, rubbing his eyes. “Good. We’re gonna stay here tonight so we’re going to get the tent up and then we’ll see about getting you some dinner. Will we go see if Noctis managed to catch Gladio?”

Ignis nodded and Prompto quickly scooped him up again, settling him on his hip as he’d done before. Ignis seemed perfectly content with the arrangement and quickly snuggled into him. They followed the sound of shouting up to their chosen camping spot.

“Prom, put him down!” Noctis called exasperatedly, from where he was threatening Gladio into sitting still beside the campfire. “He’s got legs!”

“But he’s so cute!” Prompto exclaimed delightedly, bouncing Ignis gently in his arms and then tickling his stomach. He was rewarded with a timid giggle and felt his grin widen. “And he likes cuddling. I don’t mind.”

He realised he couldn’t help get the tent up with a toddler in his arms though. He set Ignis down beside Gladio and who stopped scowling at Noctis long enough to stare up at Prompto curiously.

“Hey big guy,” Prompto said easily, squatting down before them. “You think you can keep an eye on Iggy for me while Noct and I set up camp?” They wouldn’t be more than ten steps away, but it would give Gladio something to do besides argue with Noct and it would keep Ignis from feeling frightened sitting on his own.

Gladio nodded and shot Prompto a smile, evidently proud of being considered grown up enough to help. “I’ll look after him!” he promised.

“Good boy,” Prompto praised, digging through his bag suddenly as inspiration struck. He’d won a plush chocobo a few stops back in one of those ridiculous arcade machines. The others had laughed at him, but he’d decided to keep it nonetheless. It would come in handy now! “Hey, Iggy, look what I have for you!”

He pulled the chocobo out, made a couple of squawks and then bopped the toy’s beak against Ignis’s tiny nose. Ignis giggled delightedly and held out his hand for it. “Thank you!” he chirped happily.

“Aw, you’re welcome,” Prompto grinned, ruffling his hair. Of course he had perfect manners, even as a three year old. “Now, why don’t you show Gladio while I help Noctis? I’ll only be right over there okay?”

He turned away to see Noctis staring at him like he’d grown an extra head. “What?”

“How are you so good at this?” the prince demanded.

“It’s not hard, Noct,” he laughed. “Just act like the adult and not another six year old. Besides, I think this is karma’s way of getting you back for all the shit you gave Gladio!”

He ducked as a Cup Noodle sailed over his head. “Yeah, real mature, your Highness!”

“I was never that much of a little shit!” Noctis stated adamantly.

“Obviously he’s just not taken to you. Look, he’s doing just fine with Iggy,” Prompto pointed out, jerking his head in the direction of the two kids. He refrained from stating that he was certain Noctis was exactly that much of a little shit when he was a kid, and still occasionally was as a twenty year old.

Noctis followed his line of sight. Sure enough, Gladio was still sat by Ignis’s side where Prompto had left them. The three year old was holding out the plush chocobo and saying ‘quack quack!’ – evidently as close to a chocobo squawk as he could manage. Gladio was smiling at him patiently and quacking back, his face lighting up every time he made Ignis laugh.

Prompto wondered if he was the worst friend in the world for fleetingly hoping he could keep them.

❤️❤️❤️

Oh, I like this idea.

Basically pwp porn, but I wanna see omega!Noct getting knotted by two alphas at once please.

+Bonus points if they're stuck together for a good long while

++Double bonus points for come inflation

(optional: Noct is guaranteed pregnant and he won't know who the daddy is right away)

A!A

Thank you! When I heard about red eyes, that's the first image that came to mind, so I just had to give this prompt a shot. :)

A!A

Thanks so much! Trickster god Ardyn is actually ridiculously fun to write. He gets to cause all the chaos without any of the added angst on his part. Unfortunately for everyone he meets, of course!

The man who stood in the center of the crowd wore a suit that must have been expensive, once. It was well-tailored, cut to accentuate the man’s perfect posture and trim waist, dyed in dark, muted purples and grays. The top button of his collar was undone, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and it looked like the man had been traveling for some time by the discoloration at his shoes. He had light brown hair pulled back in a loose pompadour, and his eyes, mapped with burn scars, were hidden behind dark glasses.

There was a small, empty glass tank in front of him, and two children next to it nervously held thin boats made out of metal foil.

“It’s alright,” he said. “Put them on the top of the tank. Gently, please.”

One of them set her boat over the tank and let go. The boat bobbed at the top, directly over the empty air. The crowd murmured and gasped, and the second kid set his next to hers before scrambling to the edge of the crowd.

“It’s a trick,” said an older child. The man smiled.

“Not quite,” he said. He had a low, rich voice, with the drawl of a northern accent. Prompto edged closer. “It isn’t magic, either. What most people assume is magic is simply science under a different name. What you see—or rather don’t see—here, is sulfur hexafluoride, a gas six times heavier than air. Now, I have filled this beaker with the gas, as you can tell—“ he held up an empty glass vial, and the crowd laughed gamely. “And I will now sink these ships.”

He touched the edges of the little boats to check their location, then dumped the empty air onto them. Both boats drifted down.

“And there we have it,” he said. “Magic is just a trick, as you would call it, and every trick has an explanation.”

“Maybe you can explain the daemon, then,” said a man in the crowd. Prompto tried to shrink behind the tree. The man tilted his head, the same small smile on his lips.

“Pardon?”

“The daemon,” the local man said again. “It’s been haunting our town for a good twenty years now.”

“About time someone did away with it,” said someone else. “But it’d be a shame, burning down the old Argentum house.”

Prompto froze. He thought of his bedroom up in flames. The paintings his parents hadn’t taken with them smoking as oil caught fire, the glass windows—a vanity, a sign of his father’s wealth as a doctor—cracking with heat. Ardyn, standing in the middle of it all with his hands out, offering him the only impossible option left to take.

“Perhaps I can investigate,” the entertainer said. “As a representative of his majesty’s university in Insomnia, it would be my duty to seek out all signs of daemonic activity.” The crowd whispered and jostled each other. Visitors from Insomnia were rare: The wall that guarded the capital city of Lucis was heavily guarded, and it was said that passing through it was like stepping into another world.

Prompto had dreamed of running to Insomnia, once.

He slipped away before the conversation could turn to other things, like where Prompto lived or exactly how flammable his house was. He wondered if Ardyn was walking among the crowd, whispering in their ears, but he wasn’t evil. Just fickle. Callous. Unfeeling.

He’d just made it to the gate when he heard a clicking sound down the road. A bright yellow chocobo was plodding along the hard-packed dirt, a bag strapped to its saddle and a cart trundling behind it. At the bird’s side was the entertainer from that afternoon, holding a long cane with a strange hook on the end, which brushed aside the overgrown thistles that lined the street. The man was frowning deeply, and would stop every now and then to trace his fingers over a fence or gatepost.

“Hey,” Prompto said, and the man’s head jerked up. “Are you lost?”

“Somewhat,” the man said. “None of your houses have numbers on the gates, did you know? I’m looking for the Argentum residence.”

“Oh.” Prompto blushed. “Oh, that’s. That’s me.”

“You are a residence?” The man’s frown twitched. “How inconvenient for you.”

“What? No, I mean I live there. It’s right here.”

The man placed a hand on his chocobo’s neck, and the bird came to a shuffling stop. “You wouldn’t happen to be a daemon, would you?” he asked, with the faintest smile.

Prompto took a short breath. “No.”

“As I expected.” The man tucked his cane under an arm and bowed. “I am Ignis Scientia. Master of History and Physics of His Majesty’s University.”

Prompto bowed back, nervously, before he realized that Ignis probably wouldn’t know. “Uh. I’m Prompto. Prompto Argentum. I, uh, I work at the chocobo post.”

“Do you?” Ignis actually seemed interested, which was ridiculous. Usually, it took twenty years to become a Master of anything. One of the old Masters had come in through town when Prompto was little, talking about frogs and salamanders and towing around an apprentice who took one look at Prompto and seemed to want to take him apart and see how he worked. Ignis looked no older than maybe twenty-five. People like that didn’t go around talking to cursed commoners who smelled like chocobo.

Then again, they didn’t hold demonstrations in town squares, either.

“I know it’s a dreadful imposition,” Ignis said, in that same formal tone as before, “but it seems none of the inns in town will accept a chocobo, and the fee at the post is a little high. If I could let my Champion loose in your yard while the two of us have a little chat?”

Prompto felt as though he’d just been dumped into the middle of the ocean without a map.

“Sure,” he said, weakly.

And so that’s how he ended up with a Master from the best university in Lucis sitting on his ancient couch, sipping tea that was probably too strong while Prompto tried to wrangle a dinner for them out of what he had in his cupboards. Outside, Champion the chocobo had shoved his head in the window of the chicken coop and was chirping softly to the bemused chickens, which were burbling back.

“So you don’t believe in magic, huh?” Prompto asked, shoving a tray of glazed vegetables in the oven. “I guess you wouldn’t, being from Insomnia and all.”

“Oh no,” Ignis said. “I’m certain that there are phenomena that are out of mankind’s current realm of knowledge. Whether I’d call it magic is another matter entirely.”

“What about daemons?” Prompto asked. His pulse thudded in his throat as he sat down on the other side of the couch. “Gods?”

Ignis shrugged. “There might be powerful creatures in the world that desire to be worshipped, but you won’t find me putting my faith in them. Daemons? Well. Superstitious nonsense, most of the time. Like you. You know,” Ignis said, leaning in to Prompto as though sharing a private joke, “they said your eyes were made of fire.”

“They did, huh,” Prompto said. His stomach sank to the basement.

“If that were true, you’d be dead by now,” Ignis said. “I don’t smell burning flesh, do you?”

Prompto opened his mouth to contradict him, to say that yes, actually, his eyes were about as fiery as you got without throwing off any actual heat, but Ignis was smiling at him, with a few strands of hair dangling over his forehead from his slicked-back style, and it had been so long since anyone had looked at him that way that Prompto shut his mouth and shrugged.

“Not yet,” he said.

Ignis actually laughed.

“You… you know,” he said, after a minute. “Before my parents, um, before I started living here on my own, we had some wine from one of my dad’s patients. He was a doctor, so they were always giving him stuff instead of paying.” And they felt sorry for him, but Prompto didn’t mention that.

“And he didn’t explain that whatever discoloration in your eyes may exist is a perfectly natural occurrence?” Ignis asked. Prompto stared at him. They were sitting closer, now, and the light that shone from Prompto’s eyes made the scars on Ignis’ face glow pink.

“I’m kind of special,” he said.

Ignis leaned back against the couch. “I have a feeling that you are,” he said.

They did end up breaking open the wine. Two glasses in, Ignis started telling Prompto about his life in the university. He painted a picture so vivid that Prompto almost felt like he was there: Late nights curled up in the archives of the library, visits to glassblowers and alchemists, shadowing doctors and scientists in the afternoons. Ignis had been strangely young when he started his studies, and his stories kept stopping at odd points and stumbling over details.

“Then I’d go straight from school to work with his h—“ he’d say, and then silenced for a spell before carrying on. Or he’d reference someone and stop halfway, or hum quietly to himself, unable to get around whatever person or experience he’d rather not dwell on. Prompto was an expert at not dwelling, after twenty years of rolling his eyes at Ardyn, and lunged for the only topic he could think of that wasn’t himself.

“Did you know,” he said, “that the town kind of has a patron god?”

“Oh, dear,” Ignis said. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“He’s kind of a trickster,” Prompto said. “We’re not supposed to call him by name, and not many people know about him, but they say he was made when someone buried a man at the crossroads in the middle of town. He climbed out of the ground, right, put on a disguise, and went up to the man who killed him and said that if he could beat him at cards, he would wake up in the morning wealthier than the king.”

“And he lost, I assume,” Ignis said, refilling his glass a little shakily.

“No, he won,” said Prompto, who knew this story from a first-hand witness. “And the next morning, he was gone. They found him a few hundred years later, in a sort of… barrow, I guess. Or tomb. He was covered in so much gold that it took two weeks to dig him out.”

“That’s a very literal god,” Ignis said. He pulled out a pocket watch on a fine silver chain, and ran a thumb over the surface. “Goodness, it’s late. I should make the rounds at the inns again.”

Prompto’s breath caught. “Or. Or you can stay here,” he said.

“I couldn’t impose,” Ignis said. “I’ll be in town for a week.”

Really? Prompto wanted to say. He swallowed down the hopeful whine that threatened to escape his throat, and licked his dry lips. “It’s no problem,” he said. “I mean, Champion’s already made friends with my birds. What’ll happen if we take him away? He’ll pine. I can’t do that to a chocobo, man.”

“Well,” Ignis said, carefully setting his drink down. His cheeks were flushed pink, probably with the wine, but when he placed a hand on Prompto’s knee, it was warm and comforting and achingly real like nothing he’d ever known. “I can hardly say no to that, can I?”

Their captive omega Lucian Prince is in heat. Time for an orgy!

Got an idea about Prom having a personality disorder. Maybe have something happened in his past or whatever it started it, they tried to discover how and why.

Setting can AU, Mid-game or whatever Authornon is comfortable.

If paired, I like Noctis x Prompto but anythings fine.

+Ignis knows about the disorder.
++Prompto begged him not tell them.
+++Rest of the Chocobros witnessed it later on.

Here you go! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11815251

For potential fillers: in the book version, Drogo and Dany's wedding night is consensual. She helps him unbraid his hair and every time he touches her, he asks for her permission. Dany is very pleasantly surprised by his kindness.

she's also 13 in the book version, so please be aware op has asked for them to be over 18

The Chocobros go out for a night on the town. Noct, being the designated driver, is the one who stays sober and pours his friends back into the Regalia when it's time to go home.

Unfortunately, Ignis and Gladio both happen to be romantic drunks. And they're dating. And they're in the backseat together.

So poor, far-too-sober-for-this-shit Noctis has to endure the most disgusting romantic conversation he's ever heard in his life on the drive back. Ignis and Gladio aren't just cheesy, they're flat out bad at romantic conversations. They're bad--like Star Wars prequels "I hate sand" bad. And of course, their hotel is a really long way back from the bar...

I so want to give Regis a hug at this point (Noct can get his when he's feeling better)

the mental image is amusing

+100

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Prompt Post Round Five

Gen Clarus & Gladio (Gladio/Ignis) + Clarus Finds Out About Gladio/Ignis From A Magazine

Re: Prompto - sick but caretaking

Fill 2: (1/?) Gen; Ignis and Gladio are both de-aged

Transformers crossover - The Regalia is an Autobot

Re: Transformers crossover - The Regalia is an Autobot

Gen Chocobros + Prompto's Boss Is An Asshole

Re: (mini) FILL Re: any/any, bros play fuck, marry, kill

Re: Gen Chocobros + Prompto's Boss Is An Asshole

Chocobros - Car Crash

Re: Gen Chocobros + Prompto's Boss Is An Asshole

Fill 2/?: Gen; Ignis and Gladio are both de-aged

Re: (mini) FILL Re: any/any, bros play fuck, marry, kill

Re: Noctis/Ravus; arranged wedding+wedding night

abo verse - Any/Noct/Any, double penetration w/knots

Re: Fill 1/? Re: Prompto /Ignis + Ardyn - AU - a cursed boy meets a blind man

Re: Fill 1/? Re: Prompto /Ignis + Ardyn - AU - a cursed boy meets a blind man

Fill 2/? Re: Prompto /Ignis + Ardyn - AU - a cursed boy meets a blind man

Captive omega!Noctis knotted by every high-ranking Nif

Gen or Chocobro/Prompto, Multi-personality disorder POSSIBLE WARNING

Re: (mini) FILL Re: any/any, bros play fuck, marry, kill

Re: Any Chocobro/Prompto, Drogo/Daenerys style wedding night

Re: Any Chocobro/Prompto, Drogo/Daenerys style wedding night

Ignis/Gladio+Noctis, disgusting, alchohol-fueled romantic "banter"

Re: Fill (2/?): Regis + Noctis, Noctis comes down with same illness as Aulea

Re: Ignis/Gladio+Noctis, disgusting, alchohol-fueled romantic "banter"