Prompt Post Round Five

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  Welcome to Round Five of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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Re: Fill Prompto, problems with being a clone, postgame sickfic? "For What It's Worth" 2b/5

[(Anonymous)]

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."