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Prompt Post Round Five

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As a crazy cat anon, I love this so much!

A/N: Imagine my disappointment when I realized there was zero Ardyn/Gladio on the entire internet. The entire internet. Don't make me do this again.

There wasn't enough room in the caravan for four full-grown men to be comfortable on the best of days, and five was more than pushing it. Setting up tent was out of the question, as beyond being a waste of energy and money, it meant breaking the group apart -- Prompto seemed uncomfortable with the stranger, and neither Ignis nor Gladio intended to leave Noct alone with him either. They considered drawing straws for spots, but eventually worked out the sleeping arrangement via pragmatism as much as anything: Prompto and Noct being the only ones of a height to fit comfortably on the couches, Ignis sleeping on the floor between them (as a guard, none of them said aloud), and Ardyn and Gladio taking the two-person bed.

Ardyn was footing the bills. It seemed only fair that he should get the bed. Gladio hadn't wanted to share either, but at the very least, he would be positioned between Ardyn and the others, and he'd be in the best position to keep an eye on the man.

The evening had gone by uncomfortably but uneventfully, their small-talk cut short and shallow by politeness and caution. Ardyn didn't seem to want anything with them other than to share trashy rumors and speculation about state politics, and to recount obscure old folklore, recited for their benefit with delight in an old dialect that would be more befitting a professor of linguistics than an agent of the Empire.

(They still couldn't rule out that possibility. But what other option did they have but to go along with whatever plan it was he had in mind for them? As long as he was aiding rather than hindering them, and as long as they kept him happy, perhaps his superiors would be content to let them all be.)

Shortly after dinner, Ardyn -- Ardyn without a surname, Ardyn, man of no consequence -- had raised his face to the west, last rays of sunlight fading on the blood-red tips of his hair. He had hummed thoughtfully.

"The sun does set early these days, doesn't it?" he'd said.

"Yeah, sure does," Prompto had said, only his tempered tone giving away any sign of unease. "Shame, huh? Less time on the road." More time shacking up with the weirdoes in our midst, went unsaid.

Ardyn had raised a hand to his hat, swooped into a small bow ("It's not a bow, it's like he curtsies," Noct had said in the car earlier, unnerved). "I'm afraid I shall be retiring for the night. Do feel free to carry on without me."

"So soon?" Noct had sounded barely rueful, and if anything, hopeful. Ignis had shot him a look, as if to say, Don't tempt him.

"Unlike you lovely young men, a man of my years must have his beauty sleep," Ardyn had said demurely, and had swooped past them into the caravan, long legs carrying him by with a whisper of ragged robes.

Ignis had looked to Gladio, and Gladio had looked between Noct and Prompto. In grim looks exchanged, they came to a silent agreement: best not to let the stranger unattended in their living quarters for the night.

Gladio finished his drink, bid them goodnight and ducked into the caravan.

The space was quiet, dim and stifling in the summer heat. Gladio had to bend slightly and twist to navigate the tight corridor, raising his arms to avoid the dips in the ceiling, the cupboards and shelves. The low lamplight was hardly sufficient illumination. He looked over his shoulder, squinting at the bugs lazily circling the light fixture above the door, and then continued on into the depths of the structure.

Gladio approached the sleeping area carefully. The red-haired man had already settled onto the bed at the end of the caravan, half-sitting, half-reclined against a pillow on the headboard. His eyes were closed, his hat resting on his lap. The back of one gloved hand was pressed against his forehead, his brow slightly furrowed. He looked like a fainting maiden in a painting, Gladio thought warily -- the maidens that led warriors to their deaths with their distress, as the old tales always went.

"You all right?" Gladio said.

Ardyn's eyes remained closed. "Quite," he sighed. "I'm afraid I'm slightly under the weather."

Gladio folded his arms, leaning against the thin wall. "You ill or something?" He wouldn't put biological warfare past the Empire, and the Lucian royal bloodline wasn't about to be cut short by disease, if he had anything to say about it.

Ardyn opened his eyes, a flutter of lashes and a flash of gold that made Gladio's skin crawl. "Nothing to be concerned about. I'm often a tad out of sorts in the evenings," he said. He smiled weakly. "Merely something that you must learn to live with, when you reach a certain age."

He didn't look that old to Gladio, but Gladio wasn't about to question him. "As long as it ain't contagious," he said.

Ardyn chuckled. "If only," he said. "Or so I used to say. Misery loves company. But no. I've lived with it a long time." Alone, he clearly meant, and the reassurance was slightly wistful.

Gladio pushed away from the wall lightly and started to shed his jacket. He tried not to think about Iris, sick and trying to act stronger than she was; about Noct, and those lost years of healers and hospital beds. "You let us know if you get worse, or you want to get looked at," he said, quieter. Better that they have warning, if he was lying about not coming down with anything he could spread. "Need anything else?"

"Rest," Ardyn said, turning his face away tiredly. "That's all."

Gladio let him be as he readied himself for sleep.

The weather was too warm for blankets, so Gladio took the other side of the bed, gingerly sitting on top of the coverlet. The man on the other side did not turn or stir. His chest rose and fell, regular rhythm.

Gladio leaned against the headboard next to the lamp and opened a book from his pack. He read until he could hear the creak of the others on the floorboards at the other end of the caravan, faint voices floating through before hushing. Then he finished his chapter and turned off the lamp.

Regis and Clarus and Cor often see a blond teenager hanging out by the Citadel stairs, usually playing with Umbra. They would say hello to him and everyone knows Cor developed a bit of a soft spot for the boy, sometimes sharing lunch and sitting with him.

+Prompto became a bit of a fixture and most of the staff says hi or gives him food. Umbra loves his company

++Noctis meets him first, and Ignks and Gladio were a bit wary because it's clear Prompto is homeless, but they warm up to him soon enough

+++Regis sometimes sits with Prompto and tries to offer help, but Prompto always refuses as he doesnt want to be seen as that homeless nif refugee who took advantage of the king

++++Cor ends up adopting Prompto after much consideration (and he overheard Prompto telling Noct how his adopted parents kicked him out after getting paranoid about having one of the enemy in their house. Noctis had to calm Prompto down after that and Regis actually came to see what was happening because god forbid anyone be upset in his home)

The bros take on a hunt for [supernatural creature of your choice]! Ghosts, vampires, kitsune, the physical manifestations of your greatest fear, whatever you want.

+ Ignis is the only one who knows anything about what they're fighting. Unfortunately, Ignis is possessed/kidnapped/unconscious/otherwise unable to impart this information.
++ at one point they say, screw this let's escape and rethink our plan. They can't escape.

HONOUR ON YOUR FAMILY! HONOUR ON YOUR COW! <3 <3 <3

I too am disheartened by the lack of Ardyn/~~Anyone that isn't Prompto~~Gladio. BUT YOU HAVE RECTIFIED THAT WITH THIS AMAZING FIC! Such good writing already. I am excite.

Ignis and Prompto are lost out in the wilderness and Ignis is seriously hurt. Prompto proceeds to be super competent and badass – treating IGnis' wounds, getting them to a suitable shelter, defending them from beasts/daemons, finding food and clean water, etc etc.

Honestly, Prompto is just as surprised as anyone – he's really stressed out and totally winging it, but it all still somehow comes together.

+ Ignis runs a high fever and admits to liking Prompto on the chance he'll die and never get to say it OR Prompto confesses to liking Ignis, thinking Ignis is too out of it to hear/remember.

OH GOD PROMPTO DO NOT PET THE SNAKEMOUTH DEER!

This is amazing and I want about a million chapters of this please!

Oh god now I can't stop picturing Ardyn trying to be Creeper McCreepersons only to get a faceful of claws and an offended yowl because Too Close To Our Daddy!11111

Yes please!

+💯

OP here: I. LOVE. YOU!!!!!!!!! This looks to be an amazing start and I am so excited to read more! Thank you, thank you thank you!!!!

((Also you're right, how the FRIG is there not any Ardio (Gladyn? Does it even have a shipname?!) yet?!?!

“Hey, Noct!”

Prompto leaned over from the passenger’s seat of the Regalia, pointing to an overpass approaching on their right. “Can we stop for a photo?”

“Don’t think that’s possible, Prompto,” Noct said through gritted teeth. He kept his eyes locked on the mauve and white car driving sedately ahead of them. “This Ardyn guy says I gotta stay in sight, so I’m staying in sight.”

“Maybe we can ask,” Prompto said. In the back seat, Ignis lunged for a can of Ebony. “I mean it. Look, just drive next to him, it won’t be an issue.”

“Do you want to die?” Noct asked, but he groaned and slammed on the gas anyways, sidling alongside Ardyn’s car. Ardyn slowed down, and gave Noct a curious look.

“I did ask that you not overtake me,” he said. Noct rolled his eyes.

“It’s not him, it’s me,” Prompto said. He hung out the window, leaning so close to Ardyn’s car that he could reach out and grab the door handle. “There’s this really cool canyon up ahead, and the lighting’s perfect for a photo. I know you guys have some kind of car-related pissing contest going on—“ Gladio snorted, and Ignis kicked him in the shin. “But I swear, it’s just gonna be a minute.”

“Prompto,” Ignis whispered. “He isn’t one of your Quay deer.” Prompto blushed, and Ardyn raised an eyebrow, looking him over.

Quay deer had been officially adopted as another term for Whatever Weird Shit Prompto Can Do To Daemons, which was actually quite a lot, once Prompto put effort into it. It helped when the daemons they encountered weren’t actively trying to kill them, of course. After an attempt to quell a red giant by shouting, “Maybe you shouldn’t!” while it was backhanding Noct only led to Noct being front-handed, the others tried shoving Prompto into the line of fire first.

Turned out that red giants reacted really well to wheedling.

So, apparently, did Ardyn.

“Oh, very well,” he said, and Prompto grinned. “For his highness’ collection.”

They parked on the bridge, and Prompto got out into the middle of the road, almost causing a traffic accident as he set up his tripod. Ardyn stood off to the side, watching him as he directed his friends to where the light would best hit them, and tugged his hat down over his dark purple hair.

Almost the same color as his car, Prompto realized.

Which looked pretty good in the light coming off the edge of Ravatogh, come to think of it. Prompto waved a hand, and Ardyn glanced up.

“Can you lean on your car?” he asked. “It’ll make a really good shot if you—not there. A little to the left. Right, yeah, and can you tilt your head…” He stopped, and stepped away from the tripod. It was a problem, he knew, and Gladio had slapped his hand more than once when he tried to arrange his friends like they were dolls just for the sake of a photo, but some habits died hard. Prompto placed his fingers under Ardyn’s chin and nudged his face to the side.

“Prompto,” Noct whispered.

“Oh. Oh, shit, sorry,” Prompto said. He yanked his hand back, and Ardyn blinked. His eyes looked nearly gold up close, and his cheekbones were delicate and rounded, like Noct. “I get kind of carried away sometimes. Um.”

Ardyn’s lips were slightly open, and his brows lowered in bewilderment for all of a second before he shot Prompto a sunny smile.

“No need to worry, dear boy,” he said. “Far be it from me to impede you in your work.”

He kept his head tilted the way Prompto had moved it, though, so Prompto took the shot anyways.

“Thanks,” he said. “You were great.”

Again, there was a brief moment of confusion, which Ardyn hastily covered with a smirk. “Any time, of course,” he said. “May I?” He held out his hand for the camera, and Prompto passed it over. His fingers brushed along the ridge of Ardyn’s knuckles, and he felt a shiver at the contact. Ardyn winked at the camera and snapped a selfie.

“There,” he said. “Perfect.”

Thanks to the sudden photoshoot, they barely made it to their destination before sunset. Prompto hopped out of the car and stretched his legs while Ardyn and Noctis debated over where to set up camp. Ardyn was opposed to camping at a haven, which meant that for once in his life, Noctis had become an avid outdoorsman who couldn’t sleep unless it was in a tent under the stars.

“Hey!” Prompto said, swinging an arm around Noct’s shoulders. “How about we grab something to eat? Iggy’s fighting with the oven in the caravan, and I’m dead on my feet, dude.”

“Too much diner food in my life, Prom,” Noct said, at the same time that Ardyn said, “Well, I’m hardly hungry, but I can certainly accompany you.”

Noct and Prompto stared at Ardyn.

“Huh,” said Prompto, after a second. “Sure. Let me know if you need anything, right, Noct?”

Thirty minutes later, Prompto leaned back in his booth, kicking his feet up on the chair opposite. “You’re kidding,” he said.

“I am entirely serious,” Ardyn said. Prompto’s foot pushed against his leg on one side, but he didn’t seem to notice. He gestured to the drawing of Kenny Crow on the protective paper over the diner table. “This method of advertising was created in the Mech Age, when Astrals were used to sell things like, oh, toiletries, weapons…”

“And fries,” Prompto said, using one of his own to point at Ardyn. “But I don’t see how someone could look at Bahamut and come up with the design for Kenny Crow.”

“Nevertheless, it’s true,” Ardyn said. “You, my dear Prompto, have spent the past twenty years of your life eating off the face of one of the most revered so-called gods in the universe.”

“Wow,” Prompto said. “I almost feel bad for being scared of him for so long.” He glanced out the window, where he could see Gladio and Ignis talking under the caravan awning. “We should go. You sure you don’t want anything to eat?”

“The atmosphere is enough, thank you,” Ardyn said. Prompto snorted and swung his legs back down. He scooted out of the booth, and, without thinking, placed a hand on Ardyn’s shoulder, just like he would with one of the guys.

“Sorry,” he said, and quickly pulled away.

“No,” Ardyn said, his voice coming out quick and short. “No, that’s. That’s quite alright.” He stood, and pressed a hand to the small of Prompto’s back, gently guiding him out of the diner. “Now, you were saying that you wanted to be a photojournalist?”

“I can’t believe he’s really the enemy, though,” Prompto said two days later, as he, Gladio, Noct, and Ignis huddled around a table at the Wiz Chocobo Post. He slipped bits of his burger bun down to a round, beady-eyed chocobo chick that had taken residence at his feet, and smiled at the faint horking sound it made as the bread went down.

“I can,” said Noct.

“But I don’t know, he was nice,” said Prompto.

Ignis looked up from where he was brushing soot off his only spare suit. “Prompto,” he said. “Need I remind you that just a week ago, you said that a mindflayer was, and I quote, Not that bad?”

“It wasn’t,” Prompto said, and the others shuddered. “No, really. The tentacles weren’t even slimy, and it was like it just wanted to shake hands but had, you know, too many hands to do it with—“

“I’m not having this conversation a second time,” Noct said. “Anyways, Ardyn Izunia, of Niflheim, stole our fucking car, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t think he’s nice—Oh, fuck my life.”

The umbrellas over the dining area of the Chocobo Post whipped into a frenzy as a top class Niflheim airship roared over the trees that lined the road. The red fire of its engine made the squawking chocobos look orange, and when the bay doors slammed open, Noct and his friends were already on their feet with their weapons drawn, preparing for the clatter and creak of Magitech armor hitting the street.

Ardyn Izunia stepped out of the airship, hips swaying as he strode down the metal walkway.

“Hello there!” he called. “It seems I have recovered your vehicle!”

Noct lowered his weapon. Gladio raised his, stepping in front of Noct, and Ignis cast a wary look to Prompto, who crossed his arms.

“There you go,” he said, as Ardyn bowed them towards the waiting Regalia. “Nice.”

AU where just before Ignis was given the position of Noctis's advisor, he worked as a waiter at Noctis's favorite restaurant. Noctis brings Gladio along with him one day and their waiter is Ignis. While Noctis and Ignis are talking about the position and whatever else/catching up, Gladio finds himself smitten with the man.

+Gladio goes to the restaurant by himself one day and is happy to see Ignis on shift that day and it's clear Ignis and only two other waitresses are on staff, so he looks a bit harried

++Someone doesn't leave Ignis a tip, and Gladio watches as one of the other waiters (some really douchey looking guy) trips Ignis, making him drop his tray of glasses and whatever else

+++Whatever else happens is up to you i just like happy endings please

So kind of the opposite of what happened in FFXV. The Insomnians somehow manage to strike early and take the Niflheim palace in Gralea instead. Their forces are much weaker than in the game to make it seem plausable.

When Noctis arrives in Iedolas's chambers after the invasion, he finds this sweet blond boy draped in concubine clothing. He's timid and has clearly been abused. He refuses to kill him since he's pretty much defenseless.

I'm kinda looking for Noctis to be expected to take Prompto as his own- that's what he's expected to do if he doesn't kill him, right? How uncomfortable this AU Noctis feels with that is up to the filler!

So basically I'm looking for a little blossoming love story or just straight up smut.

Ignis was raped as a teenager. He never told anyone about it, and refused to let what happened affect his sexuality (if anything, he credits the experience as a lesson in the dangers of one person having power over another). However, after Noct disappears into the crystal, he finds himself obsessively worrying about what Ardyn did to Prompto. Prompto says it was nothing; Ignis can't make himself believe this.

+ Ignis' rapist was someone he had to see every so often for work
++ Ardyn didn't do anything sexual to Prompto
+++ Whether Ignis tells Prompto what happened to him or not is up to you.

BAHAHA ARDYN DOESN'T KNOW WTF

I am so in love with this fic; it gives me life. Prompto trying to argue that a mindflayer is just trying to shake hands.......brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

Demons Inside Ardyn for the past 1,000 years: SSSSSSSSSAAAHHHHH, DESSSTROY, FUCK 'EM UP FUCK 'EM AAAALLLLL UUUPPPPPPP

Demons Inside Ardyn five seconds after making eye contact with Prompto: ........SSSSSSHIT, HE'SSSSS CUTE, NEVERMIND, ABORT, NEVERRRMIIIIINNNNNNNDDDD--

This is such a great idea. I love this!

I want this in my life.

Yes, please!

If he's actually thousands of years old, then when Ardyn was born (and for what would have been his natural lifespan) cars didn't exist. How did he react to the invention of these noisy, dangerous, strange contraptions that more and more people seemed to be buying? Who taught him to drive? How did *that* go?

Gladio has, for as long as the bros have known him, just wanted Cor to step on him. Sexually.

He's just got the biggest fucking crush on his mentor, googly eyes and stammer and tripping over his own feet and everything. It's obvious to everyone but Cor. Cor just thinks he needs more training. Which just reinforces Gladio's "clumsiness", obv.

The bros tease him about this mercilessly. (Maybe set during their teenage years?)

+++++ but lbr all of them would also get on that Marshal dick in a second

Noctis is a bottom Dom who likes to lay back and tell Prompto exactly how to fuck him. Prompto happily obliges.
+Prompto's not allowed to come until Noctis has at least once
++A collar and leash on Prompto that Noctis likes to tug on
+++Prompto calling Noctis "Your Highness"
++++Praise kink

*has flashbacks to my own completely horrific first apartment*

Seconded.

Yes?????? I'd love this.

Specifically how enormous they are.

Especially in comparison to certain body parts.

And when places all over his body.

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Prompt Post Round Five

Re: Small Chocobros: Taking Care of Foster Kittens

FILL 1/?: Ardyn/Any, night fevers lead to sex (Ardyn/Gladio)

Gen Chocobros + Homeless Prompto Would Hang Out On The Citadel Steps

Any/any or gen, ghost/supernatural hunt

Re: FILL 1/?: Ardyn/Any, night fevers lead to sex (Ardyn/Gladio)

Ignis/Prompto - Prompto is badass

Re: Fill 1/? A Real Charmer Re: Ardyn/Prompto, Prompto the daemon charmer

Re: Small Chocobros: Taking Care of Foster Kittens

Re: Any/any or gen, ghost/supernatural hunt

Re: FILL 1/?: Ardyn/Any, night fevers lead to sex (Ardyn/Gladio)

Fill 2/? A Real Charmer Re: Ardyn/Prompto, Prompto the daemon charmer

Gladio/Ignis + Waiter AU

Onesided Iedolas/Prompto + Noctis/Prompto, Lucis invades Niflheim AU

Gen or Ignis/Prompto, Ignis worries about Prompto

Re: Fill 2/? A Real Charmer Re: Ardyn/Prompto, Prompto the daemon charmer

Re: Fill 2/? A Real Charmer Re: Ardyn/Prompto, Prompto the daemon charmer

Re: Gen Chocobros + Homeless Prompto Would Hang Out On The Citadel Steps

Re: Ignis/Prompto - Prompto is badass

Re: Onesided Iedolas/Prompto + Noctis/Prompto, Lucis invades Niflheim AU

Gen, Ardyn learns to drive

Cor/Gladio - Bros Tease Gladio Over Schoolboy Crush

BottomDom!Noctis/ServiveTop!Prompto

Re: Prompto - first apartment + shitty landlords

Re: Ignis/Prompto - Prompto is badass

Gladio/Noct - Noct likes Gladio's hands