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I'm trying to satisfy my craving for stories featuring Cor mentoring Gladio.

Gladio follows directly in his mentor's footsteps and does something reckless as a teenager that leaves Cor seriously injured. Gimme Gladio on a massive guilt trip please. How does he deal with being responsible? And how does everyone else from his friends to his father and the king deal with it?

+++++++ For emotional hurt/comfort for Gladio and a sweet ending.

+ If Cor sticks up for Gladio seeing how him being mad at Gladio for being a reckless teenager would be the pot calling the kettle black

++ For a scene of Cor confiding to his friends that he knows now how they felt ages ago.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!! *claws at face*

Oh no... Oh no. My heart.

please!

+1000

Just a warning that I'm slow updating. Please bear with me.

xXxXx

Iedolas Aldercapt, emperor of Niflheim, had been given the result of the long going war between the empire and the Kingdom of Lucis. The outcome are not looking very good on both parties.

Within two weeks time, they manage to infiltrate half of the Lucian Army but losing quarter of their own. The robotics department are running out of Magiteck soldiers they deploying and he can't afford getting more of his people to join the army, unless if he's insane enough letting his people ceased of existence.

No, he would not let that happened. He swears under his breath and curses his forefathers for starting this stupid war in the first place. How the former rulers become greedy of power. Since their kingdom doesn't originally have a crystal, they become jealous and they begun to seek the other kingdoms' crystals, never caring of the casualties that occurred.

And thus the start of the war all over Eos. He sighed once more, feeling he'd be having a migraine for a moment. Peace treaty will be the best option but, what could he offer? Their technology are far more advance compared to the other kingdoms but he doubts they be willing to accept them so easily.

After all, it was used against them. Iedolas continued brainstorming for what he could offer, but he know all of those will fail in the end. Because of his too much brooding, he'd fail to feel the other presence that emerges in the throne room.

"Father, is something the matter?" the emperor almost jumped off his seat from the sudden interruption of voice. Looking up from the source, he found familiar lavender orbs fixated onto him, brows knitted together.

"You looked unwell. Should I escort you back to your chambers?" he spoke once more, with an ever so gentle voice that seemingly possessed by the angels themselves, determine getting a reply that he seeks.

His Imperial Majesty composed himself before responding to the question asked.

"Heed me no mind, dear son. Something just occupied my mind, that is all." said the emperor, but the answer didn't satisfy the young man. He's expecting something else from Iedolas.

The emperor, of course, never missed this and attempted making him talk. He is, after all, not a very talkative child. "Would you mind if I ask you to share what is in your mind?" he boldly asks, never missing the slight flinch from the young prince. My, oh my, how he know his son very well.

At first, the younger blonde was having second thoughts whether he is going to start talking or not. He choose the former, as Iedolas expected. He, first, take a deep breathe before proceeding. His voice stutters at first, but its understandable, his son have always been skittish after all.

"I-I'd been thinking about ending this war once and for all." the young prince finally blurted out, taking a toll out of him for just speaking up. His father stared at him as if he'd grown a second head. The lad looked back at him, eyes with a mix of confusion and fear. Oh Astrals, he wished the ground would open and eat him up —ceasing his existence.

Taking his time composing himself and clearing his throat, the older man shift on his seat and giving an assuring look on his son, granting him continuing his little proposal. The young blonde exhaled the breathe that he didn't know that he'd been holding.

He stared at the ground below and begun speaking up "I'd been considering about a peace treaty with Lucis yet, because of what happened this past hundreds of years, I don't believe offering our technology will do the trick." he slowly return his gaze at his father and surprise, surprise, Iedolas nodded his head, indicating that he agreeing with him. And, well, he'd been having the very same idea earlier, why not agree?

So, he continues and discusses his idea with the emperor, throwing everything he came up with and discusses it with his Imperial Majesty. Only ending up with the same conclusion, nothing will work out. This leaves the emperor lethargic on the things they've conversed about, and the room felt heavy soon after.

The emperor sighed in defeat, yielding of what might happened in the near future. Come what may, he would say. But even it seems like grasping a star from the sky, the prince doesn't pass the opportunity that he'd been looking for. The young blonde speaks for the last time, gaining audience of his father that, from what the looks of it, had already accepted their fate despite it is able to be averted.

"Father, I would like a union between their and our kingdom. A marriage, to symbolise as a peace treaty." Brows meets together on the emperor's face, looking straight to he's eyes. "What are you planning?" he knows where this talk is going but he needs confirmation. Clarification that this is not what he think it is.

But the moment that the prince of Niflheim gives the answer that the emperor seeks, he wishes that this is naught but a nightmare. A nightmare that he knew, he will never be able to wake up.

"I offer myself to marry the alpha prince of the Lucian kingdom." the blonde gaze upon him, fear can be seen in his eyes but also, determination for his kingdom. He knows that his plan has both chances of succeeding and failing yet he knew taking the risk is nothing compare to the suffering of his people. 'For his kingdom, for his people' he thought, and waited for the reply of his father.

Minutes pass before Iedolas composes himself once again, digesting the plan that blonde formulated. "Why... why would offer yourself to them?" The older male tried to prolong their conversation while he thinks of a reason 'hoping' this can be prevented.

He tried to be reasonable to his son, but the blonde has already made his decision. Shaking his head and told his father that sacrifices are to be made in order to attain their desired goal. Which in this case, the long dreamed peace between the Lucis and Niflheim.

Iedolas, for one, can't disagree with this but never in his life would he realise how his son grew the backbone giving a risky suggestions as this. He have always been a sensitive soul, compassionate to those in need and find hope even in the smallest ray of light.

He learnt appreciating his surroundings and cherish who those around him, that sometimes Iedolas thinks that he set aside his own happiness for the sake of others. He wishes discussing it further with the young man, but also knowing that his answer will be the same. He just really hope that it haven't come to this.

The emperor closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe. Slowly opening his them and exhaling "You know well that not only marriage is required for this peace treaty, don't you?" he finally spoke and gave him a question that will sure be happening in the near future. Knowing how politics works, THIS can never be avoid, once it was set in motion.

The prince presses his lips together, he knows it but his father wants to hear him say it from his very own mouth, nevertheless. "We are to have a child in order to complete the treaty." he replied but his Imperial Majesty is satisfy with his answer yet.

The blonde doesn't want to say any further, but he wants to prove himself that he's capable enough. "And I, Prompto Argentum-Aldercapt, the Omega prince of Niflheim, am to bear the child of the Alpha Prince and next to the Lucian Throne, Noctis Lucis Caelum." blood rushes to his face at the mention of the Lucian Prince's name. Praying Ifrit that his father would not notice this.

Unfortunately, Iedolas notices this but he chooses to ignore it. He doesn't want the boy to be a mess, which he knew it will lower to his son's almost nonexisting self-esteem.

After what seems to be forever, Iedolas gives his son a reassuring fatherly smile and the young prince, named Prompto Argentum-Aldercapt, relaxes and shows a content smile. He finally gained his approval.

"Please get yourself ready for the travel ahead of you, whilst I will do some works and calls for the visitation. Also, I'm bringing someone that I'm sure you'll love to be accompanied with." Prompto nods and walks his way out of the throne room back to his chambers, making preparation for the trip.

Iedolas is still not okay with this, but as his son said, he will risked it. Even not wanting to sacrifice someone he cherishes the most.

xXxXx

I tweak the ABO verse and will be explained further on the story.

yessss nice nice

remember the numbers on the title --> 1/? 2/? etc to help the pinners ;)

PLEASE

There's no war and Tenebrae doesn't get invaded, but Luna is still an overly serious young woman who takes her future job as Oracle far too seriously and has diffulity relaxing and enjoying being young while she still can.

Cue Noctis - who's snarky instead of serious, and if he were any more relaxed he'd spontaneously turn into a vegtable - makes it his mission to drag Luna out and make her have fun whenever she's in town.

-Literally dragging Luna to an arcade.
- Wingman Noctis at bats.
- Pigging out on junk food at stupid oclock after stumbling out of concert.
- Ravus chewing Noctis out for being a bad influence on his sister, but her mother is just glad her daughter's having fun and acting her age for once.

Re-post because I forgot the numbers. Sorry about that.

Just a warning that I'm slow updating. Please bear with me.

xXxXx

Iedolas Aldercapt, emperor of Niflheim, had been given the result of the long going war between the empire and the Kingdom of Lucis. The outcome are not looking very good on both parties.

Within two weeks time, they manage to infiltrate half of the Lucian Army but losing quarter of their own. The robotics department are running out of Magiteck soldiers they deploying and he can't afford getting more of his people to join the army, unless if he's insane enough letting his people ceased of existence.

No, he would not let that happened. He swears under his breath and curses his forefathers for starting this stupid war in the first place. How the former rulers become greedy of power. Since their kingdom doesn't originally have a crystal, they become jealous and they begun to seek the other kingdoms' crystals, never caring of the casualties that occurred.

And thus the start of the war all over Eos. He sighed once more, feeling he'd be having a migraine for a moment. Peace treaty will be the best option but, what could he offer? Their technology are far more advance compared to the other kingdoms but he doubts they be willing to accept them so easily.

After all, it was used against them. Iedolas continued brainstorming for what he could offer, but he know all of those will fail in the end. Because of his too much brooding, he'd fail to feel the other presence that emerges in the throne room.

"Father, is something the matter?" the emperor almost jumped off his seat from the sudden interruption of voice. Looking up from the source, he found familiar lavender orbs fixated onto him, brows knitted together.

"You looked unwell. Should I escort you back to your chambers?" he spoke once more, with an ever so gentle voice that seemingly possessed by the angels themselves, determine getting a reply that he seeks.

His Imperial Majesty composed himself before responding to the question asked.

"Heed me no mind, dear son. Something just occupied my mind, that is all." said the emperor, but the answer didn't satisfy the young man. He's expecting something else from Iedolas.

The emperor, of course, never missed this and attempted making him talk. He is, after all, not a very talkative child. "Would you mind if I ask you to share what is in your mind?" he boldly asks, never missing the slight flinch from the young prince. My, oh my, how he know his son very well.

At first, the younger blonde was having second thoughts whether he is going to start talking or not. He choose the former, as Iedolas expected. He, first, take a deep breathe before proceeding. His voice stutters at first, but its understandable, his son have always been skittish after all.

"I-I'd been thinking about ending this war once and for all." the young prince finally blurted out, taking a toll out of him for just speaking up. His father stared at him as if he'd grown a second head. The lad looked back at him, eyes with a mix of confusion and fear. Oh Astrals, he wished the ground would open and eat him up —ceasing his existence.

Taking his time composing himself and clearing his throat, the older man shift on his seat and giving an assuring look on his son, granting him continuing his little proposal. The young blonde exhaled the breathe that he didn't know that he'd been holding.

He stared at the ground below and begun speaking up "I'd been considering about a peace treaty with Lucis yet, because of what happened this past hundreds of years, I don't believe offering our technology will do the trick." he slowly return his gaze at his father and surprise, surprise, Iedolas nodded his head, indicating that he agreeing with him. And, well, he'd been having the very same idea earlier, why not agree?

So, he continues and discusses his idea with the emperor, throwing everything he came up with and discusses it with his Imperial Majesty. Only ending up with the same conclusion, nothing will work out. This leaves the emperor lethargic on the things they've conversed about, and the room felt heavy soon after.

The emperor sighed in defeat, yielding of what might happened in the near future. Come what may, he would say. But even it seems like grasping a star from the sky, the prince doesn't pass the opportunity that he'd been looking for. The young blonde speaks for the last time, gaining audience of his father that, from what the looks of it, had already accepted their fate despite it is able to be averted.

"Father, I would like a union between their and our kingdom. A marriage, to symbolise as a peace treaty." Brows meets together on the emperor's face, looking straight to he's eyes. "What are you planning?" he knows where this talk is going but he needs confirmation. Clarification that this is not what he think it is.

But the moment that the prince of Niflheim gives the answer that the emperor seeks, he wishes that this is naught but a nightmare. A nightmare that he knew, he will never be able to wake up.

"I offer myself to marry the alpha prince of the Lucian kingdom." the blonde gaze upon him, fear can be seen in his eyes but also, determination for his kingdom. He knows that his plan has both chances of succeeding and failing yet he knew taking the risk is nothing compare to the suffering of his people. 'For his kingdom, for his people' he thought, and waited for the reply of his father.

Minutes pass before Iedolas composes himself once again, digesting the plan that blonde formulated. "Why... why would offer yourself to them?" The older male tried to prolong their conversation while he thinks of a reason 'hoping' this can be prevented.

He tried to be reasonable to his son, but the blonde has already made his decision. Shaking his head and told his father that sacrifices are to be made in order to attain their desired goal. Which in this case, the long dreamed peace between the Lucis and Niflheim.

Iedolas, for one, can't disagree with this but never in his life would he realise how his son grew the backbone giving a risky suggestions as this. He have always been a sensitive soul, compassionate to those in need and find hope even in the smallest ray of light.

He learnt appreciating his surroundings and cherish who those around him, that sometimes Iedolas thinks that he set aside his own happiness for the sake of others. He wishes discussing it further with the young man, but also knowing that his answer will be the same. He just really hope that it haven't come to this.

The emperor closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe. Slowly opening his them and exhaling "You know well that not only marriage is required for this peace treaty, don't you?" he finally spoke and gave him a question that will sure be happening in the near future. Knowing how politics works, THIS can never be avoid, once it was set in motion.

The prince presses his lips together, he knows it but his father wants to hear him say it from his very own mouth, nevertheless. "We are to have a child in order to complete the treaty." he replied but his Imperial Majesty is satisfy with his answer yet.

The blonde doesn't want to say any further, but he wants to prove himself that he's capable enough. "And I, Prompto Argentum-Aldercapt, the Omega prince of Niflheim, am to bear the child of the Alpha Prince and next to the Lucian Throne, Noctis Lucis Caelum." blood rushes to his face at the mention of the Lucian Prince's name. Praying Ifrit that his father would not notice this.

Unfortunately, Iedolas notices this but he chooses to ignore it. He doesn't want the boy to be a mess, which he knew it will lower to his son's almost nonexisting self-esteem.

After what seems to be forever, Iedolas gives his son a reassuring fatherly smile and the young prince, named Prompto Argentum-Aldercapt, relaxes and shows a content smile. He finally gained his approval.

"Please get yourself ready for the travel ahead of you, whilst I will do some works and calls for the visitation. Also, I'm bringing someone that I'm sure you'll love to be accompanied with." Prompto nods and walks his way out of the throne room back to his chambers, making preparation for the trip.

Iedolas is still not okay with this, but as his son said, he will risked it. Even not wanting to sacrifice someone he cherishes the most.

xXxXx

I tweak the ABO verse and will be explained further on the story.

god yes someone please fill this

Nyx and Prompto are good friends. Nyx helps Prompto train to become a member of the Crownsguard and the two bond over their immigrant status (Nyx being from Galahd and Prompto not looking like your average Insomnian). Nyx, the poor fool, falls hard for Prompto and Prompto never finds out.

+ One of them punches a xenophobe for the other.

“The one with the red bow, remember?” Noct says, looking up at his boyfriend’s blank face.

He has been trying to break through the wall around Gladio’s mind, getting tiny cracks with certain questions while others don’t even cause a reaction. Noct presses a kiss to the man’s neck once again, getting a soft sigh from the large man before he goes distant.

“Do you recall when you made an ice cream bet with me? What did I do in order for you to take me out?” he asks and waits.

Noct sighs, starting to feel frustrated that nothing has been working lately. He’ll have to try something else.

“Warp.”

“What?”

The large brunette blinks and shifts slightly as they continue to walk but he remains silent. A new sense of determination sparks in the Prince and he decides to keep going.

“Do you remember what we got there?” Noct questions next but doesn’t get a reply. “What about what happened?”

Gladio’s eyes shut slightly and his mouth twitches. “You dropped your ice cream cone.”

“Yeah, I cried because the parlor had closed and I couldn’t get another. So what did you do?”

“Gave you mine.”

“Mmm hmm, I was very happy.”

“You kissed my cheek.”

Noct looks up with stun and then joy, Gladio had answered without prompt. He is getting through to him. The Prince rests his head against his lover’s shoulder and nuzzles it lovingly, feeling the man he’s against shift around. They stop all of a sudden with Gladio setting Noct down and taking hold of his wrists. The bindings are removed and tossed to the ground but Noctis is immediately scooped back up before Gladio begins to walk again. The Prince smiles affectionately and wraps his arms around the man’s neck, pressing kisses to his jaw and chin.

“Gladio, do you remember when we started dating?” he asks but gets no response. “Our first kiss?” Still nothing. Noct purses his lips, cheeks turning red and asks something more personal. “How about our first time?”

The man blinks and begins to shift, cheeks dusting pink that causes the Prince to smile but Gladio remains silent. Noctis softly sighs and rests his head back against his shoulder.

“Eighteenth birthday.”

Noct gasps and looks up brightly, tears in his eyes. “That’s right. Keep it up Gladio, keep remembering me, us. I know you’re in there love.”

“Love.” Gladio says and stops. Blood begins to seep from a nostril as he winces, eye twitching. “Noct.”

“Gladio? Are you okay?” Noct says becoming slightly panicky, touching his lover’s face consolingly and wiping the blood away but it keeps gushing.

His grip on his captive gives way as he begins to crumble to the ground. Noct grabs his shoulders before holding his face in his hands, looking into his fluctuating and teary eyes.

“Gladio? Gladio please, look at me.”

“Noct I-ugh.” the man says and scrunches his eyes closed and inhales sharply as more blood seeps down from his nose. “Head, hurts.”

Noct looks to him softly and leans in, pressing tender kisses to the older man’s lips and temple, whispering consolingly to him. Gladio trembles, winces, and grunts as his head rests against the Prince’s shoulder.

“Noct what? Noct I-”

“Shh, baby relax. Just relax and take a breathe.” he says and kisses his forehead.

Gladio rubs his aching head before looking at his boyfriend confusedly then with panic. “Shit, Noct, what the hell happened to your face!?” he says and touches the dark welts. “Who the hell did this!?” Gladio growls and then looks around with confusion. “Wait, where are we?”

“Gladio.” Noct sniffles and latches onto the larger man. “You’re back, thank the gods I got you back.”

“Noct?” Gladio says and wraps his arms around the other’s slender waist, pulling him protectively against himself. “What’s going on?”

But before Noctis can reply, the familiar sound of an engine catches their attention, looking up at the sky and seeing a Magitek ship closing in on them. They jump to their feet with Gladio standing protectively in front of Noct, willing his broadsword into existence as the Prince calls for his sword.

“I’m glad you came back.”

“I didn’t even know I was gone.”

“You don’t remember anything?”

“No, did I do-” Gladio says and then looks with horror. “Gods, did I-”

A solider crashing to the ground cuts him off, followed by others that immediately attack the two men. Gladio blocks and takes down a couple with a mighty swing as Noct jumps over him and stabs into another. The two fight in unison, taking down their foes but more and more keep appearing. A second ship appears and drops down even more soldiers that start to overpower the two. Gladio winces and grabs his head, dropping his sword as he falls to his knees.

“Gladio!” Noct yells and jumps in front of his love, blocking an attack from an Axman before cutting it down.

He takes out a flask and tosses it into a cluster of the mechanical soldiers, it breaking and blasting them with electricity. The other’s stop and wait as a third ship pulls up, but this one lands and an all too familiar figure steps down from the open hatch, a slimy grin on his face.

“Ah, hello your Highness. So nice to see you again.” Ardyn coos and bows to the Prince.

“What the hell do you want?” Noct snaps, eyes sliting in annoyance as he stands before his downed Shield.

“I have come to see how my little toy was holding up and also pick up a package it so kindly brought me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Ardyn’s lips curl further into a malevolent grin. “Oh Gladiolus, would you kindly subdue his Highness?”

“Wait, wha-”

Thick arms wrap around Noct tightly, holding him in place. The Prince turns white and looks back at Gladio, seeing the man’s eyes have turned dark once more and his face has gone blank.

“Gladio, no.”

I just want to see a newly turned vampire Noctis pining and trying to get the attention of the vampire who turned him.

My preference for the other person is Ignis or Ardyn but I'm down with anyone really if it gets a fill.

I love all the sweet dad!Cor prompts but I'm looking for him as a daddy of a different kind. ;)

Noct, Prompto and Gladio are together in Noctis's apartment one day when they hear a phone ringing. They realise it's Ignis's- he must have left it when he has to dash of to a meeting.

Prompto bewilderedly tells the others the caller is 'Daddy', but aren't Iggy's parents dead? Unable to contain his curiosity, Gladio answers...

...and nearly keels over when he hears Cor's voice on the other end!

When he's young, Cor hears a (totally made up) rumour that gay people were kicked out of the Crownsguard because they were somehow judged unfit.

It makes it hell for him when he enters his late teens and realises he's attracted to men. He's convinced he'll lose the family he's found for himself and convinced Clarus and Regis will he ashamed of him. Easily solved though - he'll just stay celibate!

He manages till he's in his early twenties and then one night, at a royal gala when he's not on duty, he ends up kissing a young ambassador in the gardens. They're spotted by Clarus, who immediately comes to find Cor when the event is over.

He's only planning on teasing his stoic little brother about getting some at last but to his astonishment, Cor FREAKS. He begs Clarus not to tell Regis, promises it will never happen again, apologises over and over and ends up sobbing and pleading not to be sent away.

Clarus is horrified Cor's been keeping this all to himself for years and assures him that a) such bigotry has never been permitted in the Crownsguard and b) he doesn't care who Cor likes so long as he's happy. He adores Cor and nothing is ever going to change that!

Lots and lots of comfort ensues!

AU where vampire existence is known and they are being hunted like deamons. They have to skulk around at night, sneaking in houses and feeding off of people and never going to the same place twice to stay safe.

Noctis does this to Prompto one night. Thing is, he gets a little too addicted to his blood and ends up returning most nights.

After weeks of seeing marks appearing on his neck, Prompto decides to stay up one night to confront him with crosses and holy water ect. He's expecting to see a really creepy old vampire leeching off him but nope, this guy is cute. And almost as awkward as he is.

One other bros gets sick amd runs a high fever in Middle of Nowhere, Leide, population Four Idiots who are not prepared for this shit.

Any particular preference as to cause or who goes down? Also whether or not it's contagious?

From the first time they met Ardyn tries to mess with Prompto. Creeping on him, sexually harassing him, the works. But Prompto isn´t weirded out or scared of him at all, he´s totally into Ardyn.

They wind up having sex a bunch of times and Ardyn keeps breaking out all the kinks to try and freak Prompto out. To bad for him that Prompto is actually a super-freak in the bedroom and is way into all the kinks Ardyn comes up with.

Can be choking, bondage, bloodplay etc. Go wild anons!

OP - Hmm...a simple unseasonal flu would do. Some strains can really cook, espcially if the victim is young ang and healty and can really crank that internal thermostat. As for who goes, IDK any of the bros would do but Gladio does seem to be missing out much ofthe whump in this fandom, not mention be the hardest to carry. And the flu is highly infectious... ;D

Diseases spread far and fast during wartime, and this is no exception. A nasty strain of influenza strikes Lucis while the bros are on their quest, and it's killing more previously-healthy young adults than anything else (cytokine storms will do that). Despite all efforts to avoid places the disease has struck, inevitably, one of the bros falls ill. The rest know that with so much time in close proximity, they're almost certain to catch it as well.

So here's four boys on the run, one extremely ill and the rest likely to follow. It's entirely possible one of them will die. Ouch.

My preference is that all the boys get seriously ill over time and that they all survive in the end. Romantic entanglements optional, OT4 and Promptis are my jam but any ship with the bros is fine.

Make the boys scared. Make them suffer.

Because I find it hilarious that it took a silly Assassin's Creed tie-in DLC for the guys to be concerned about Noct getting recognized XD

Basically what I'm hoping for is something where the guys get ambushed in the middle of the night by the Empire raiding their room and either a) fight for their lives after being woken out of a dead sleep, or b) getting captured (and then somehow getting out of it later).

*heavy breathing*

Do want!

Hear me out okay, I know this sounds batshit insane. Handwave handwave, Noctis still purges the starscourge, but via some magic he lives and Luna is either still alive or brought back to life, whatever. The point is that Noct becomes king and marries Luna and they have a daughter.

Prompto has always been kind of in love with Noctis, but plot twist, he's actually straight/strongly prefers women, and besides, Noct is with Luna.

Time passes, and Noct's little girl grows up to be a woman who is the spitting image of her father. She's also perhaps had a childhood crush on Prompto since forever, and now that she's grown, decides to make a move. Prompto has been trying to retain some control over his attraction to this woman who is not only his best friend's daughter but also at least 20 years younger than him, but once she's coming on to him he's helpless.

++++sometimes he calls her "Noct" in bed, and she doesn't mind
++++++++++++++Noct finds out about it

Gotta do a bit of editing, but part 7/7 and Ao3 link to come in a few hours!

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-Five weeks later-

Prompto leans against the door and lets a quiet sigh leave his lungs, closing his eyes for a moment.

Just a moment.

Before he manages to fall asleep on his feet, he pushes off the door and turns the handle. The apartment is dark when he steps inside, and he almost trips over a pair of shoes left in the middle of the mat. He shoves them aside with a foot before crouching to remove his own.

He doesn’t bother turning on a light as he moves into the kitchen.

He tests the faucet. Still no water yet.

He tries the fridge next. The light comes on inside, which means there’s still power to their sector. No one’s managed to accidentally cut the temporary line yet. The fridge itself is mostly empty, save for a half-eaten box of food from the refugee kitchen and a moldy potato sitting on the shelf.

He chucks the potato. Tries to work up the appetite to eat the leftovers. Fails. Closes the fridge.

There are six empty Ebony cans in the sink. He stacks them to the side.

There’s a little light coming in through the living room window, and Prompto wanders over to look outside. There’s a light misty rain falling, making the lights from the other refugee apartments shimmer oddly. There are three buildings, the only three fully intact in the city, home to the two hundred or so people who’ve wandered back to Insomnia over the last few weeks. Some came looking for help—some came looking to help.

He turns from the window after a long moment.

The bedroom door is hanging half-open, and he nudges it carefully until the little bit of light spills through. The blackout curtains are drawn, leaving the room in near-complete darkness. There are clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, piled around with nothing to put them in. An old, rescued mattress is pressed into the far corner.

They’re both there. Huh.

Prompto leans against the doorway, just watching them breathe. Gladio’s face is hidden, pressed tightly into the lumpy pillow under his head. His back is turned to the wall, his shoulders tucked up defensively. There’s a new slash across his tricep, undoubtedly from some coeurl or voretooth in the week since Prompto’s seen him. It’s surprising to see him back at all—usually he’s gone for days at a time without word, but Iris said something about him popping in yesterday. Maybe her couch was too lumpy.

Ignis looks like he simply walked into the room and fell into bed, clothes and all. There are lines on his face even in sleep, his mouth twisted into a hard frown and his eyes darting behind their lids—watching whatever it is they can’t see when he’s awake. He’s still wearing his gloves, and both hands seem to have migrated to Gladio’s tank top, clutching it tightly. He’s more expressive sleeping than he ever is awake. There’s a coffee stain on his white shirt, and it’s probably the first time Prompto’s seen him actually letting himself crash in three days.

He makes his way slowly into the room, easing the door shut behind him. He strips off his shirt and jeans, dirt-covered and ripped from today’s excavation near the eastern wall. He runs a hand through his hair, sweeping out the worst of the dust and bits of rock, and kicks the clothes into the pile against the wall. He feels around blindly on the rickety bedside table, eventually catching hold of the shape of the phone he’d accidentally left behind that morning. Crouching, he feels around on the floor until he locates the charger and stuffs it into the bottom of the device.

Can’t be late in the morning. Work to do.

That done, he eases himself onto the small space left on the mattress, careful not to wake either of the others. Ignis must feel his presence even in his sleep, because a moment later one of his hands slides over and presses against Prompto’s chest.

Feeling his heartbeat.

Some of the tension eases out of Ignis’ frame, though not much. Prompto lays his head back, too tired to care that there’s no pillow. Tomorrow morning, he’ll be back out there. Moving stone. Scavenging supplies. Unearthing bodies.

Same as every other day.

He lets his eyes fall closed and just breathes.

Gladio goes out and fights whatever monsters are left until he can barely lift his sword. Ignis throws himself into rebuilding the economy and the government like there’s a deadline before the end of the world. And Prompto…

Prompto’s just… numb. Some days he forgets why. Most days he doesn’t.

Everyone deals in their own ways.

--

He jerks awake to the sound of insistent beeping.

Groaning, he flails his hand toward the side table, blindly feeling for his phone. When he gets a hold of it he wrenches the charger out and pulls it toward him, opening bleary eyes to stare at the screen.

[No cellular service] blinks at him in bright blue letters in time with the cheerful beep beep! Beep beep!

Running a hand over his face, he swipes the notification away, fully prepared to turn the damn thing off and deal with whatever’s wrong with it in the morning. It takes him a second to realize that the lock screen background… isn’t right.

It’s a shaky selfie of Prompto’s face, and smiling next to him is…

Noct.

This is Noct’s background.

This is Noct’s phone.

Prompto sits up suddenly, the phone falling from nerveless hands. He jerks around to the bedside table to see his own phone, probably long dead and silent, tucked neatly behind the lamp like Ignis always does if he finds it somewhere else. There’s nothing else on the night table except…

A note.

Prompto grabs for it and holds it in shaking fingers.

Found this under some rubble by the throne during excav today. Figure it belongs to you guys now.
-Iris

He exhales long and low, letting the note fall from his hands and lowering his forehead to his knees.

He can’t tell how long it is before he manages to lift his head and reach for the phone. There’s a long, frightening moment before he hits the home button, letting the screen light up on the selfie.

He remembers it. Not that day, specifically, but the photo. They’d been on the road somewhere, letting Gladio sit in the front seat for once, and Noct had actively been trying to take the most incredibly awful selfie possible just to bug him. Because he kept complaining about how Noct didn’t know how to take pictures properly.

Something in him tries to rear up and scream, and Prompto shoves it down viciously.

He’s on autopilot as he drags a numb finger across the screen and enters the password—the same one Noct’s had since high school, the same as his locker combination in freshman year. He doesn’t know what he’s planning to do, what he’s looking for, but whatever it is gets derailed at the banner notification that spans the top of the screen once it unlocks.

Audio recording interrupted. File autosaved.
[Continue recording]
[Play recording]

He doesn’t know why he presses play, doesn’t even think for a moment what it might be, but his body jolts like it’s been electrified as Noct’s voice comes through the speaker.

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Prompt Post Round Five

Gen, Gladio/Cor, emotional h/c for Gladio

Re: FILL (5/7): Gen or OT4, Noctis doesn't reunite with the bros

Re: FILL (5/7): Gen or OT4, Noctis doesn't reunite with the bros

Re: Gen, Gladio/Cor, emotional h/c for Gladio

Re:Fill: Noct/Prince!Prompto - Arranged marriage, omegaverse

Re: Fill: Noct/Prince!Prompto - Arranged marriage, omegaverse

Re: Prompto/NPC

Luna + Noctis, Bad influence Noctis

Re: Fill: REPOST (1/?) Noct/Prince!Prompto - Arranged marriage, omegaverse

Re: Prompto/NPC

Prompto/Nyx: unrequited love, pining

Fill (5/?) "Would You Kindly" Gladnoct, Traitor Gladio?

Vampire Fledgeling Noctis/Any, Obsessed with Master

Daddy kink - the boys get a shock when they answer Iggy's phone

Cor hides his sexuality for fear of judgement.

Vampire Noctis/Prompto - Prompto's blood tastes really good

Any/Any, Fever in the desert

Re: Any/Any, Fever in the desert

Ardyn/Prompto sexual harassment/all the kinks backfire

Re: Any/Any, Fever in the desert

Chocobros, flu pandemic, cytokine storm

Hotel manager tips the Empire off that the Prince of Lucis might be staying at his hotel

Re: Libertus/Nyx, ABO

Prompto has an affair with Noctis and Luna's (adult) daughter

FILL (6/7): Gen or OT4, Noctis doesn't reunite with the bros