Prompt Post Round Five

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Fill 3/4. I'll Surely Drown Re: Gladio/Any Bro or OT4 - Alcohol/drug relapse

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto pushed open the campervan door and held it open for Ignis, who had his arms full of funguar and aegir roots.

“Hey we’re back!”

No greetings. Prompto stepped inside and looked around. Noctis was sat on the bed he and Ignis usually shared, with his back turned, hunched over, furiously tapping away at his phone screen.

“H-Hey. Where’s Glad?” Prompto asked tentatively, he could feel dread creeping upon him.

“Don’t care.” Noctis replied.

Prompto started to feel extremely dizzy, he steadied himself on the counter top. Ignis glanced towards him, with a deeply concerned look.

“N-Noct. What happened?” Prompto struggled, fighting back tears.

Noctis just shrugged, he shut off his phone, lay down and proceeded to aggressively pull the duvet over himself.

“Noct. Please-” His eyes stung, welling up now. “Tell me what happened! How long has he been gone for? Please.”

He didn’t answer.

“Please don’t be like this, fine, I don’t care what happened just tell me, how long has he been out for?”

Still nothing.

“Iggy- I need to find him. He could be in danger! I’ll have my phone, please- take care of Noctis. I’ll be in touch.”

Ignis was startled. “Prompto- I don’t understand they’ve argued before. He’ll come back when he’s cooled off.”

“Iggy, he’s- he’s not been doing well. I’ll explain later but right now, I really need to go.”

It was beginning to get dark.

“Prompto, stay safe okay?” Ignis offered as Prompto hopped down the steps of the camper onto the sand.

“I will.”

He sprinted off towards the restaurant as fast as he could, praying Gladiolus was still there.

Wheezing and sweating he travelled up through the restaurant towards the bar area.

“C- Co… Coctura!”

“Hey! Hey! Take a breather, what’s wrong?”

“Glad. Gladiolus.” His lungs burned. He gulped in a breath. “Have you seen Gladiolus?”

“No, he’s not been here today. Why?”

“Need to find him. He- He had an argument with Noct.” Prompto doubled over catching his breath.

“Well, I’ll keep an eye out- Hey if you leave your number here I’ll call you.”

“Th- Thanks!” Prompto straightened himself up, Coctura offered him a pen and a napkin. He jotted his number down as clearly as he could, though his hands were shaking from the exertion.

Where could he be though?

Prompto wandered down the boardwalk, he spotted the shop shack. His heart sank, if Gladio hadn’t gone to see Coctura then there was a possibility he’d fallen off real bad.

He approached the shop keeper “Hey, I’m looking for my friend, he’s a big guy, tattoos. Have you seen him recently?”

“Yeah he was here about half an hour ago, I sold him a bottle of whiskey and he went down there.” The man pointed towards the white wooden staircase which lead to small partially secluded seating area.

“Ah thanks!” Prompto said cheerily, doing his best not to cry out. Prompto managed a casual jog away from the shop and down the stairs. He reached the bottom and saw him.

Not sat at any of the tables but hidden away under the staircase itself. He was sat on the ground, his arms crossed resting on top of his knees and his head buried in the crook of his elbow. It was hard to avoid looking at the half empty bottle of cheap whiskey clutched in his hand. Prompto got close and sat down next to him, looking up at his face through the gap his limbs created.

Their gaze locked, Gladio’s face was red and puffy, tears began to fall from his eyes. Prompto opened his arms widely, Gladio fell into them, letting the bottle fall onto the sand, spilling it’s contents. Gladio gripped onto Prompto’s torso a little too tightly and heaved heavy sobs into his chest.

“I’m so happy I found you, I was so worried.” Prompto whispered softly, stroking Gladio’s hair.

Gladio loosened his grip and pulled up his head to reply. “I f-fucked- up.” Gladio slurred.

“Shh. It’s okay.”

“S’not’m pathetic.”

This was too much, Prompto couldn’t hold his own emotions back anymore. He started to cry too, but silently trying not to draw attention to himself. Gladio still noticed.

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Gladiolus couldn’t get his head straight. His mind was running around in loops trying to figure out what he should be doing but the answers eluded him. He’d fucked up, he’d fucked up terribly. Now he’d made his boyfriend cry and he couldn’t do anything about it.

He didn’t even feel like he had the strength to move.

“Fuck- Prom. ‘S me, my fault. ‘M so sorry.” he forced out his words, his numbed face doing it’s best to garble any attempts at coherency. “Please. Don’t cry.”

Is this all it took? One argument with Noctis. Just one argument to completely fuck everything beyond repair. He wasn’t fit for his position, he wasn’t fit for the mission. Images of his father, and of Iris flashed into his mind, he’d let his family down.

And Prompto. Prompto did not deserve to be pulled down into this shit.

And yet here he was. Clinging on like a parasite. The heavy level of intoxication made him feel as though he would fall forever if he let go. He was completely and utterly disgusted with himself.

“I can’t help it Gladio. I let you down. Again. I wasn’t there for you.”

“No. Prom. Fuck-” Gladio sat bolt upright, his stomach swirling with severe nausea.

“Gladio?”

“Feel sick.” Gladio leant forward. It seemed to reduce the intensity, his stomach settled slightly.

“You gonna be okay?”

“Y-Yeah, should be.”

“I know you really don’t want to but- we need to get you back, and get some water in you.”

“They gon’ know. I- I-” He slammed his fist into his leg. “I’m horrible Prom.”

“You’re not horrible, this situation is horrible. Glad. It’s circumstance, you know they care about you too right?”

“Guess.”

“Come on Gladio, you think you could stand up?”

He grunted, pushing himself off of the floor. He swayed, and managed to prop himself up against the wall. Everything was spinning, his head, his stomach, the entire fucking beach. He fought against his body's’ urge to throw up, he breathed slowly trying to calm everything down.

“Okay?” Prompto was so attentive, so caring. Gladiolus found it intolerable, guilt seethed through him.

“Thinkso.”

“Put your arm around my shoulder. I’ll try to support you best I can.”

Gladiolus obeyed, he wasn’t in any position to do otherwise. He tried to be careful not to lean his full weight on Prompto but he found he had no real control over it. He could feel Prompto struggling, but was unable to adjust correctly.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. We can do this, together. You ready?”

Gladiolus nodded, and immediately regretted it. His blurred vision made it hard enough to concentrate on where he was looking without any sudden head movements.

They started forward, slowly. Prompto was keeping his steps perfectly in rhythm with Gladiolus’s, they reached the stairs. Glad reached for the railing with his spare hand to steady himself. They took it one excruciating step at a time. It seemed like an eternity until they reached the top.

“You good?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, just about 5 minutes across the sand buddy, you think you can make it?”

“Yeah.”

Slowly but surely they did, however his stomach was burning furiously. They had reached the door of the camper and Prompto knocked on it loudly.

“Prom, ‘m gonna be- sick.”

Ignis opened the door, Prompto pushed and opened the bathroom door, Gladiolus followed, still swaying, and nearly tripping up the metal stairs. Prompto lifted the toilet seat and forcefully pushed Gladiolus onto his knees. Gladiolus was extremely grateful for this, since he found that he was unable to suppress it anymore.

Retching acidic bile, his gullet stinging, flavours he wished he could forget resurfacing. He began to cry again.

When it was over Prompto pulled him up and shoved his toothbrush into his hand. He’d already put toothpaste on it.

“Thanks?” Gladiolus couldn’t read Prompto’s expression. He brushed his teeth and tongue, extremely grateful to get rid of the taste. After he was done Prompto guided Gladio round to their bed.

Noctis was sat opposite them just staring, it seemed he was completely shocked. He didn’t utter a word.

“Ignis we need like, five pints of water.” Prompto commanded. Ignis complied immediately bringing them over on a tray.

“Drink.”

Gladiolus drank up, as he did he looked up at Prompto. Alcohol tinted memories came back to him that had been faded with time. This had happened before, and Prompto had been there then too. A brilliant beacon of hope, a lighthouse even, stopping him from sinking.

He finished up the water. “Thanks Prom.”

Prompto sat down next to him. “Feeling any better?”

“Kinda.”

“Lie down, Iggy get a bucket just incase.”

As Gladiolus lay down he could hear Ignis scrambling. He ended up grabbing the small plastic bin from the bathroom and passing it to Gladiolus, who hugged it to his body as he lay.

“‘M gonna sleep.”

“You’d better.” Prompto flashed a smile at him as he closed his eyes. He pushed down his doubts and tried to concentrate on that beautiful smile as he drifted off.

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JFC- so incase you couldn't tell, I used to have issues with alcohol! Yaaay~ Writing this has been really cleansing but also a bit challenging. There's gonna be one more part after this. I'm glad you've been enjoying this OP!

I hope you like this part too :)

Fill 4/4. I'll Surely Drown Re: Gladio/Any Bro or OT4 - Alcohol/drug relapse

[(Anonymous)]

“Okay, he’s asleep now.” Prompto said letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Prompto, I’m rather concerned. I think it’s important for you to explain exactly what happened here?”

“Uhh, sure but let’s sit outside, I really don’t wanna wake him.”

Ignis nodded opening the door. The three of them seated themselves on the plastic furniture, pulling together closely.

Prompto steadied his breathing, looking from Noctis to Ignis and finally began to explain.

“Gladio, he’s… Urgh, why is this so hard? B- before- back in Insomnia when me and Noctis were still in High School he developed… well, a drinking problem. We never told you two about it because at the time it was still too raw and we didn’t want to burden either of you. I guess that habit just carried forward, it shouldn’t have, we should’ve told you. And like, he’s been really struggling since, well, all this stuff happened. He’s not good at talking about it. I guess he just like, snapped today.” Prompto was rambling, trying really hard to get everything across, he also felt guilty for talking on Gladio’s behalf but, it couldn’t be helped.

Noctis and Ignis were silent. Noctis kept glancing over at Ignis with a pleading look. Ignis, took the cue and spoke first.

“I feel terrible that Gladiolus couldn’t tell us, we might’ve been able to prevent the situation. I fear, we’ve always seen him as a rock and perhaps, even used his strength as a crutch without ever questioning it.”

“I-I don’t think it’s any one person’s fault here...” Prompto added weakly.

“It’s all my fault.” Noctis spoke in monotone, as if stating a fact.

“Noct, no!” Prompto retorted.

Ignis followed up with “Now Noctis, don’t-”

“Iggy, it is though. I’m the one he has to protect. I’m the one who always fights with him. It’s me who…” Noctis gritted his teeth.

Prompto couldn’t bear watching his friend do this to himself, he stood leant forward and grabbed Noctis’s hand. “Noct, please, don’t beat yourself up. The best thing we can do now is try to be more open and honest with each other. Okay?”

Noctis nodded, though he didn’t seem convinced.

“I can agree to that.” Ignis responded, he then proceeded to change the topic. “Shall we have dinner? I could make a risotto from all funguar we collected.”

“Sounds nice. “ Prompto agreed.

“Fine, but only if you cut the funguar up real small.” Noctis complained.

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Gladiolus was awoken by his dire need to urinate. His eyes snapped open, the mother of all headaches gripped his skull, irritated by the bright light of dawn scattering into the room through thin curtains.

Prompto had fallen asleep on him and was now clinging to his form. He nudged Prompto and tried to tell him to let go, but all that came out was a hoarse rasping noise. His throat was extremely dry, how could it be that he needed to pee so much but was so excruciatingly thirsty? He coughed, clearing his throat, and tried again.

“Prom, let go of me.”

Prompto’s eyelids fluttered open.

“Oh hi, and good morning to you too.” He said flippantly.

“No really Prom let go. I need to pee.”

“Oh!” Prompto relinquished his grip.

Gladiolus dashed to the bathroom to relieve himself, the sound of movement woke up the others but he really couldn’t care.

As he was washing his hands he checked his face in the mirror, no surprises he looked absolutely dreadful, the colour had washed out of his face and his eyes were haunted by dark circles.

He walked back into the room to find Ignis already pouring hot coffee into some cups. He automatically handed one to Gladiolus.

“Th-Thanks.”

“That’s quite alright. How are you feeling this morning?”

“To be honest Iggy, I feel like shit… But I deserve it.” Gladiolus stared down into his coffee watching beige bubbles spin around slowly on the surface of the liquid.

“I don’t agree with that sentiment at all.” Ignis replied sternly.

“You should.”

“Glad, stop it. You’re not helping yourself.” Prompto scolded him.

Gladiolus shrugged, he didn’t know how to respond. He felt strangely disconnected. He found it hard to reconcile his feelings about himself with the words of his friends.

He went to join Prompto, sitting down on the bed next to him, cradling his coffee. Prompto slid behind Gladiolus, kneeling on the bed he draped his arms over Gladiolus’s shoulders, kissing the crook of his neck briefly before resting his head there.

“You know I only tell you off because I care, right?”

“I know Prom. I’m sorry.” Gladiolus said before giving his lover a light peck on the cheek.

The bed opposite them let out a low creak as Noctis pulled himself to an upright position. He sleepily rubbed his eyes before opening them slowly. He screwed his face up at the light coming in through the window. “Urgh, why are you all up? It’s so early.” he mumbled.

“I think you’ll find it’s only 9am, a respectable time to wake up.” Ignis said as he sat next to the Prince. Noctis didn’t respond vocally, instead he leant into Ignis, burying his face in the soft silk of the coeurl print dress shirt.

There was an awkward silence after everyone settled, Gladiolus could feel guilt tugging and pulling away at his insides. He knew he needed to say something, to at least begin to address what a mess of a human he was.

“Noct, I’m. I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday, I didn’t mean to get angry at you. And...” He struggled trying to find someway to explain himself.

“Gladio- It’s my fault too, I’ve been so wrapped up in my own shit that I didn’t think about anyone else. I’m sorry. You’ve been there for me and, I didn’t even notice you were struggling.” A dark look set into the Prince’s features.

Gladiolus was deeply uncomfortable, he was supposed to be strong, he wasn’t supposed to struggle. He was supposed to support his Prince. As the Shield. Not get babied. He felt so weak, but couldn’t vocalise it. Prompto must’ve noticed the tension, he started to massage small circles with his fingers at the nape of Gladiolus’s neck. It relaxed Gladiolus enough for him to form a coherent thought.

“I need to learn to talk more, be more open.”

“I think we could all do with that.” Ignis responded, he looked contemplative.

“Yeah... “ Noctis added.

“But let’s take our time yeah? I don’t think I could deal with being mushy all the time.” Prompto joked attempting to lift the mood.

“You’re always mushy Prom.” Noctis shot back.

“Whatever Noct.”

“I do believe Prompto’s idea has merit though. We shouldn’t overload ourselves, at least not before breakfast.” Ignis got up and made towards the kitchenette.

From here the conversation fell into casual banter about what to have for breakfast, and their plan for the day. Except, it felt more natural than it had in weeks. It was comforting. Gladiolus knew that they all had issues to work through but ultimately, they all cared deeply for one another. And, they could get through this.

Together.


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And so it is done, i will shortly add this to my AO3 which i will link here. Thankyou OP for this prompt. :)

Re: Fill 4/4. I'll Surely Drown Re: Gladio/Any Bro or OT4 - Alcohol/drug relapse

[(Anonymous)]

A!A de-anoning for this~ I'm actually super happy with how this turned out :)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11908887

Re: Fill 4/4. I'll Surely Drown Re: Gladio/Any Bro or OT4 - Alcohol/drug relapse

[(Anonymous)]

OP here, OH GOSH, I'm so happy you filled this. ;_; This is so lovely and heartbreaking and sweet. It really hit the spot. And PROMPTO, HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART UGHHHHHH

You are so wonderful, thank you OP, thank you thank you so much! ilu forever ;_;

Re: Fill 4/4. I'll Surely Drown Re: Gladio/Any Bro or OT4 - Alcohol/drug relapse

[(Anonymous)]

I'm so glad that you liked it! :) Thank you for writting such a thought provoking prompt.