ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post Round Five

Welcome to Round Five of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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Prompto's home was a former rental bungalow, probably meant for vacationing families. There were ten nearly identical cottages down each side of the lane, each with space for a car in front and a fenced-in yard in the back. Access to the beach was a short walk down a gravel path. The area was overgrown and derelict, but untouched by daemons – probably there hadn't been many vacationers when the Night fell.

His front door opened into the kitchen, and the dining-slash-living room was beyond, with an ocean view through sliding glass doors. His bedroom also faced the ocean; he used the front one as a darkroom and office.

He'd been taken to the hospital after collapsing in agonizing pain at the open-air market downtown, and between medical tests and medication and surgery and the announcement of his impending death, he hadn't had much time to worry about weeds encroaching on his garden or the food in his icebox going bad. Praise the Six for Ignis, once again, because those were exactly the kinds of things he excelled at managing.

Like for instance, the wheelchair ramp Ignis used to push him up to the front porch – that was new. And the furniture had been rearranged to quote-unquote accommodate his mobility, even though that meant Ignis was probably going to stumble into the sofa trying to get to coffee in the morning. There were fresh flowers in a vase on the dining table, and a covered pot of something that smelled awesome on the stove.

Prompto was less thrilled to find out that he now had a staff, but Ignis stiffly informed him they were necessary. His sour expression suggested there was a story there that he didn't want to share. Prompto suspected he'd gone head-to-head with someone over his capabilities as primary caregiver, and lost. Still, the nurse would only be coming by once a day, and the home helper in the morning and evening.

"I also employed the woman down the road to take care of your plants, but I trust she'll be unobtrusive," Ignis said. "Do you wish to lie down, or – ?"

"Nope," Prompto said, trying to project cheerful determination. "I'm going to get up and walk over there and sit on my sofa. Look out at the ocean. You should join me."

"Perhaps," Ignis said, in a way that meant no. "Allow me to assist."

Prompto was amused by the picture they must make, a young healthy(ish)-looking guy shuffling along, leaning on a blind dude. Once he was settled – which involved pillows and a blanket – he realized he didn't have his phone and had to ask Ignis to bring it over.

"Thanks, man," Prompto said, embarrassed. "Seriously, try the sofa, it's comfy."

"Just let me make the tea first." Prompto scrunched up his nose; he hated the herbal tea that the hospital dietitian insisted he drink. But everything he ate or drank now had to be part of a calculation, designed to deliver nutrients and calories efficiently. At least with Ignis here, he could hope that there'd be flavor, unlike in the hospital.

"I'm going to write to Gladio," Prompto said to Ignis' back. "Can't keep putting it off."

"Good," Ignis said, and then fell silent, bustling quietly.

Prompto wrote and deleted three messages before giving up. He decided he needed to tell Gladio in person, and after getting distracted agreement from Ignis, invited him over the following weekend. He mentioned that Ignis had moved in – for the time being – and Gladio's response sounded relieved. Prompto supposed Ignis had that effect on everyone: if he was involved, nothing would go wrong. It was known.

"It must be nice to be you," he told Ignis drowsily after the tea was drunk and tentative plans for Gladio's visit had been discussed.

"I haven't many complaints." Ignis patted Prompto on the shoulder, and then hinted that he should move to the bedroom if he was tired.

"I like the sofa," Prompto argued, and then blinked. He'd sounded eerily like Noct. Ignis must have thought so, too, because he looked momentarily spooked, but then got up briskly to tidy the coffee table and fetch another blanket. Prompto was sure he didn't own this many blankets, but he fell asleep before he could ask where they were coming from.

Oh... my heart

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I can’t believe I missed this update! I love this, seriously. Poor Prompto, poor Iggy, and poor Gladio, but I’m glad that Iggy is there for Prompto and hope he’s finding some comfort in taking care of him.

When Gladio's truck pulled up in front of the house, Ignis stopped being obsessive in the kitchen and headed out to meet him. Prompto was snug under his blankets on the sofa and decided to save his energy for talking.

Or... maybe he didn't need to say anything, because Gladio stopped so short in the front doorway that Ignis walked right into him.

"The fuck," Gladio said, shifting to the side and clapping Ignis' shoulder in apology. "What's going on?"

"Prompto's father was an evil, loathsome monster," Ignis summed up. He made his way forward to the table carefully, arms laden with boxes and bags.

Gladio followed, dropping his own armload down haphazard for Ignis to deal with. He headed straight over to the sofa and dropped into a crouch next to Prompto. The worry on his face made Prompto ache.

"What's up, kiddo?"

Better to rip the bandage off quickly. "I've got maybe three, four months left to live," Prompto said. Gladio flinched like he'd been punched in the face. "Optimistically speaking. But I'm not in pain and they let me come home because Ignis is here."

"Motherfucker," Gladio said softly, and wrapped Prompto up in a cautious hug. Prompto wished he could get the full-on traditional Gladio crush, but he honestly didn't know if his bones could take it. "Your message made it sound like you'd finally managed to tie Iggy down."

"Kind of," Prompto argued, because wasn't Ignis stuck here anyway?

"Definitely," Ignis corrected with a sigh. Prompto guessed all their little secrets were going to be aired. He didn't think Gladio would like this one. "The most expedient way for me to be allowed to make legal and medical decisions turned out to be marriage of convenience. Which makes this, I suppose, our honeymoon."

The look Gladio gave Prompto was a mixture of sorrow and reproach that he didn't quite understand.

"I brought a ton of food. We can at least celebrate like it's the real thing."

"Prompto has dietary restrictions," Ignis said. "But the grill's in the back, if you want to choose one of these chunks of meat to defrost." He gestured to half of the bags. "Did you bring me an entire catoblepas?"

"Dualhorn," Gladio corrected. "Waste not, want not." He gave Prompto a firm pat and pushed himself up. "Let me help you put stuff away."

Prompt Post Round Five

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