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Ardyn decides to keep one the "defective" MTs for personal use and decides to bring him along when he meets the bros.

-The resemblance between Prompto and the boy with creepy old hobo is uncanny, but just in they miss it Ardyn points it out anyway.
-Fondling the clone while keeping eye contact with Prompto.
-Loudly fucking the clone where the bros can hear them.
-Clone is completely loyal to Ardyn because he saved his life and letting him use his body seems like a small price to pay.

Would OP be cool with fluffy-ish Clone/Ardyn?
(the better to display how /utterly creepy/ Ardyn is in all other contexts) And from the clone's perspective? I've got a rough outline, but I'm not sure it's what you'd be interested in.

OP is fine with weird fluff. It's really that works with Ardyn TBH.

(This week is looking to be hell for me, so I'm posting a tiny teaser snippet until I can sit down to write longer.)
***

Dieka woke up to the low rasp of Ardyn coughing, followed by the slick, wet sound of viscous liquid hitting metal. He pulled himself upright by the handle of the closet door, balancing on his remaining knee.

"Ardyn? Do you need me?" He asked, calling into the stillness of the hotel room.

More retching, and then, "if you would, my dove."

Too dark to try wrestling on his prosthetics, Dieka decided, and pushed the closet door open. The hotel carpet was rough against the irritated skin of the stump of his right leg as he crawled over to the bed. Ardyn was on the verge of tumbling off it, one forearm braced against the floor, head hanging over the metal trashcan he'd half-fallen trying to reach. His eyes were scourge black, shadows echoing across his face and throat.

"Bad night," Dieka commented softly, helping Ardyn pull himself back on the bed and positioning the trashcan closer. It wasn't often that Ardyn's demons overwhelmed his control this badly. "It's the new moon tomorrow. Worst day of the cycle. Do you want me to extend our stay?"

Ardyn made a soft noise and shook his head.

"As you wish." Dieka sighed, resting his head on folded arms, and watched Ardyn breathe, slow and deliberate.

Under the thin light of neon signs and lampposts, Ardyn was pale and worn, marked with the scourge that lived under his skin. Tangled, sweat soaked hair clung to hollow cheeks, traces of black scourge-taint still lingering around his mouth.

It wasn't fair, he thought. Ardyn was the healer who had brought back the sun, centuries ago. Dieka was nothing, a crippled failure of magitek trooper.

It wasn't fair, that he couldn't save the man who had saved him. That all he could do was watch him die, at the hands of a spoiled boy-king anointed by the gods.

Dieka had learned much from Ardyn. But hate - that, he had discovered all on his own.

I am so into this. That is a great last line, too.

I can just see it in video game form.

Dieka vs Prompto both serving their own "king" and fighting 1 on 1 during the final battle.

A/N: Dieka is an unreliable narrator. Both in that he likes Ardyn more than anyone sane should, and that like anybody else, his opinions are based on cultural schema, personal knowledge, and what assumptions he considers reasonable. That doesn't mean he's right.

***

A few facts about Ardyn Izunia, once called Ardyn Lucis Caelum, first king of Lucis, the healer, the accursed, as compiled by decommissioned magitek trooper NH-01963 0006-0204, called Dieka:

Ardyn is a monster. (As Dieka is a monster.) The scourge runs thick beneath his (their) skin, playing havoc with what was once mortal flesh.

(The only difference between them is that Dieka might yet be salvaged, if he chose. He does not choose. He chooses Ardyn.)

Ardyn cannot feel heat, or cold; he cannot taste the food he eats. Even touch is muffled - pain, arousal, heavy pressure, these are the things Ardyn feels best. The symptoms wax and wane: Best during summer’s long days, when sunlight drives the scourge to retreat; worst during the long nights of winter, on the new moon, and early mornings - times when the demons have had long hours of darkness to fight Ardyn’s hard-won control.

In the mornings, when Ardyn’s hands shake and fumble, Dieka brushes his hair, buttons his shirts and ties up the laces, fastens the buckles of his shoes. It took two years for Ardyn to allow him the privilege; to see behind the mask of cheerful insincerity Ardyn wears. (Behind that mask - Ardyn's mood is erratic, at the best of times. He swings from amused indulgence to chill fury, playful malice to choking grief.)

Ardyn had watched as Dieka was cut down, his legs crumbling under a dualhorn's charge. He would have let Dieka fall on that training field, another predictable casualty of the infantry program. It was only that Dieka (who was not yet Dieka, was NH-01963) had not accepted that; had buried his blade in the dualhorn's neck and clung. Dug the fingers of his free hand into it's eye, driving deep into the socket with all his enhanced strength. (If I die so does the enemy.)

Ardyn had laughed, as Dieka fell to the bloody mud, thrown by the dualhorn’s death-throes. Dieka wasn't Dieka yet, wasn’t a well-loved toy or comfortable companion. Just a curiosity, a puppet too stubborn to know when he was done.

(Three years later, Dieka would take a knife to the gut, courtesy of a magitek trooper commanded by a politician who fancied himself Ardyn's rival. Ardyn had not laughed, then.)

Ardyn likes to play with his enemies. Wind them up and watch them go. Find the things which make them hurt; the things which make them want. For him, the game is almost sweeter than the victory.

The stolen trooper who calls himself 'Prompto' is a game too delightful for Ardyn to resist.

***

Ardyn smiled at the boy king and his entourage. "Nursury rhymes are curious things, aren't they? For example...

From the deep, the Archaean calls…

Yet on deaf ears, the god’s tongue falls,

The king made to kneel, in pain, he crawls."

(Dieka is about 90% certain Ardyn wrote that nursury rhyme, some point in the last few centuries. It's exactly the type of melodramatic Ardyn thrives on.)

“So, how do we keep him on his feet?” The stolen trooper asked concern worn openly on his face.

Dieka bit back a smile. Bait, hook. “Take him to the archaean to tell the old Titan to shut up, one assumes.” He shoved off the railing - stumbling slightly when his mechanical knee stuck - and jerked his head at Ardyn, broad brim of his sunhat flopping at the motion. “Boss can take you.”

His words earned him Ardyn’s delighted laughter. “Inelegantly put, but correct. Though you must first listen to the Titan’s plea. Have you come to join us, my dove?”

“Where else would I be but beside you?” Dieka asked rhetorically. He took Ardyn’s hand, leaning against his king's side.

Ardyn smiled, just slightly softer than usual, and kissed his temple. “You must forgive him. He is of a rather unflattering opinion of the astrals.”

(The stolen trooper actually looked amused at that. Perhaps there was a genetic component to the opinion. Or maybe he grieved his king’s looming death as deeply as Dieka grieved his.)

Dieka watched as the boy-king’s group conferred. They would agree, eventually. They had few other options. It was evident that they were primarily a combat team, not a diplomatic one.

The tallest one, with the tattoos, was almost certainly the heavy hitter, trained to draw the enemy's attention. In a different group, probably the front man, first in and last out, meant to send the enemy into disarray and cover a retreat if necessary. But that would leave the boy-king vulnerable - a shield needed to be kept close to be useful. It could not be the boy-king for the same reason.

So the functionary, or the stolen trooper held that role. If Dieka was right - if the stolen trooper was a triple zero - The odds were good that it was the trooper who fronted for the group. Leaving the functionary, with his neat suit and aura of cool competence, as the long-range backup.

He would be the most disposable, if additional motivation was needed. Take out the person who provided security, leave the rest unsettled, without destroying their ability to function as a combat team.

(There was a story Ardyn had once read to him years ago, while he was still recovering from the loss of his legs, called The Cold Equations. The themes had been familiar. Who must be sacrificed so that others will live?

Well. Ardyn, to start with. The boy-king. Dieka and the other magitek troopers. And perhaps the functionary too. This story was a tragedy, after all. )

Prompt Post Round Five

Ardyn/MTClone, Clone kept as as sex slave

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