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Yo, I'm SOOOOOO HERE FOR THAT DUDE! It's fantastic and I'd be hella excited to see what you do with this <333

OP btw lol

Ohhhhh I just might do this anon! I've never seen this form of hanahaki before and it's very interesting. I do wanna ask if there was any pairing involved or just purely Gen for this? If Gen that's super fine!

Omg especially if it's like based around chapter 13 in Gralea where maybe Noctis gets captured by Ardyn before he finds Prompto. Gladio and Ignis find him an sits too late. Gladio being the only one to hear and see everything

OP - No I definitely want all of them to hear it happening, not just Gladio. But the idea of them hearing it over the loud speakers a la chapter 13 is a very good one tho.

Hell yeah, I was thinking of asking for a similar fic where this is a thing. Seconding for the insult version.

I'm pretty much good with anything, pairing-wise! I like gen, I like the vast majority of Prompto ships. I wouldn't really want Prompto with anyone non-Insomnian for this particular prompt, but otherwise any ships you want I'd probably enjoy.

OP here -- to be completely honest, Noct topping Gladio is literally the only permutation of Noct/bros I am not super into, haha, but @ whatever author might possibly take this up, go wild! If that's what you wanna write then I'm all for it! Death of the prompter, etc.

Gladio is the big gruff Prince with a secret marshmallow interior. Noctis is small, scrappy, stab-happy Shield who is utterly devoted to his Prince.

Pitioss leads to the Underworld where the dead reside. Any braves Pitioss to journey there and bring Noctis back, but they must be careful for if Noctis falls he will end trapped in Pitioss for all eternity.

--

"The tip we got from a reliable source," Cor said, once they'd arranged themselves around the card table. He slid a folder across the surface to Noctis. "A former higher-up at a Lucian conglomerate that mainly deals in plastics and safety gear. Manufactured half the Glaive field equipment for generations. Turns out it's not so easy anymore to pitch Lucian bulletproof vests – especially not to the same guys who ordered the bullets. After getting kicked off the guest list, he came straight to us with dirt on the rest."

"So let me get this straight: he's not bitter over the invasion, he's bitter because he's missing out on a party," Noct said, rolling his eyes.

"And profit," Ignis said.

"Aaaand profits," Noct said, raising his hands. "Great. Why are we trusting this guy again?"

"There's no love lost between them," Cor said, "after the company's HQ in Insomnia got trashed by the attack. I don't doubt his motives. He's a real piece of work, though. He claims these parties have a lot of shady business behind closed doors, and he's willing to foot the bill to get us inside."

"A mutually beneficial arrangement," said Ignis. "How convenient."

"It's not just convenient, it's serendipity," the Marshal replied. "Niflheim's Chief of Military Research is about to be in town on business. The man responsible for nearly every weapon the Empire's used in the past fifteen years. Our tipster CFO says he's got a backup copy of critical data on him at all times. Including potential vulnerabilities in the MT systems."

Gladio spoke up finally. "So what, we run in, grab this guy, and give him a piece of our mind?"

"Dude, I just saw this in a movie," Prompto said. He leered at Gladio over the table. "Spoiler warning, the bodyguard-"

Gladio immobilized the younger man's neck for a noogie, whatever wisecrack he'd been about to make swallowed by a bark of surprised laughter. Noctis rested the side of his face against his arm on the table, slumping further down.

"There's another option," Cor said, after waiting patiently alongside Ignis and Noct's twin death-glares for the two to break apart. "Supposedly the man's easy to get ahold of, once you're in, and too fond of his Shiva Blanc."

Noctis lifted his head. "So, infiltration?"

At Cor's nod, Gladio scowled. "Dunno if you've noticed, but we ain't exactly a portrait of the Nif elite. Sir."

Prompto shifted in his seat, avoiding eye contact. Ignis met Cor's look.

"I can only presume the Marshal had something more compact in mind for this endeavor," Ignis said.

The man paused before responding. "This is the risky bit," he began, carefully. "But considering you four are headed to Altissia either way, hear me out."

Moments later, Noctis was on his feet, his camp chair toppling over. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Noct," Ignis said.

Noctis turned to face him. "You don't have to go along with this," the prince replied. "We can - figure something out like we always do."

"Be that as it may, it's still my decision to make," Ignis said. Gently.

"It's our job to keep you out of the line of fire, Highness," Gladio added.

"Hey, I'm in," Prompto piped up. "I basically just gotta stand there and go along with whatever Iggy is doing, right? I can handle that."

"You couldn't keep a straight face when he caught us sneaking out for your birthday," Noct said. He raised an eyebrow at Cor. "You'd put those acting skills to the test in enemy territory?"

Prompto sputtered. "Dude!"

Cor rubbed his hand across his face. "Look, first of all... when I say 'slave', what's the first image that comes to your mind?"

"Excuse me?" Noctis snapped.

"Uh, somebody hammering a license plate?" Prompto said. The others shot him a look in unison. "What?"

"That's all you got?" Noct said.

"It was, like, one reading – in one class!"

Ignis didn't miss the sidelong glance Gladio gave him down the kitchen counter. He made no move to respond.

"Excuse to deny people basic human dignity?" Gladio said to Cor's original question, rolling his shoulders. "Citadel staff? Collars? What're we supposed to be guessing, here?"

"I agree with you all, on principle," Cor said, lifting his hands. "But that's what I mean. When it comes to these people, we're not talking about folding laundry and collecting trash."

"Like it's not just as bad at home?" Noct said. "What, there's an 'okay' version? The law makes it okay? Tenebrae outlawed slavery thirty years before the invasion. It’s disgusting, and embarassing, that we didn't do the same.” Noct said, slapping his hand down on the folder. Gladio shrugged in agreement.

"Most of Insomnia's enslaved are debtors and their children, indentured to the state," Ignis said quietly. "These people are wealthy enough to keep personal companions, which is... less common."

"At least in Lucis," Gladio said, glowering at the Marshal.

"P-personal companion?" Prompto squeaked.

"Like high-class escorts," Noctis said. "Except for, you know, the enslavement."

Prompto turned bright red.

Ignis interrupted before they could lose the thread of conversation. “Well put. Now, how do you find that report so far?”

“I’m reading, I’m reading it, bite me,” Noct waved a smirking Ignis away over the camp chair, opening the documents Cor had provided.

Stepping back from the prince, Ignis raised an eyebrow at Prompto.

“I won’t pretend to be entirely comfortable with this, myself,” he admitted. “I do think it may be worth our time to investigate, if nothing else. I won’t ask you to agree. You needn’t say anything but ‘no’.”

“No,” Prompto said. Ignis nodded, and he sputtered, “No, I mean like- wow, not no, at least, maybe, it sounds like this could work, b-but I need to think about it for more than a minute, I think?”

"Very well," Ignis said. "Let's discuss a bit longer and give the Marshal his answer in the morning. Marshal?"

"That's fine," Cor said. "It's a lot to ask. Take your time to think it over. But we're low on both options and time, so the sooner, the better."

Prompto nodded at the Marshal in frantic agreement. The motion vibrated through the crown of his hairdo. "Yessir, can do."

Ignis saw Noct glance back to him, body language poised for a question. He pretended not to see.

"Actually, you know what? If he's in, I'm in, let's do it." Prompto seemed to have gathered his courage in a matter of minutes. "Anything to help the war effort."

"Hey. This isn't a monster bounty. If you're not sure, you can give it a little longer," Noctis said.

"Nah, man. Besides, me and Iggy? Like a well-oiled machine." He grinned at Ignis, whose pulse quickened at the attention.

Ignis smiled in return. "Slick as a whistle."

Ha hahaha. Famous last words boys XD

So I tried to fill this, but some small ~feelings~ wound up in it and I dunno if this prompt was supposed to be non-feelings. OTL Sorry in advance.

3k, E on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13415361

... and Gladio sees it all go down.

I'm thinking that scene in chapter 13 alternate verse, when Gladio's looking at the monitors? All of a sudden he sees Noct, and then he sees himself talking to Noct.

And then he sees himself attack Noct. And then do things to Noct.

And Ignis is demanding to know what the hell is going on, because he can hear the change in Gladio's breathing, right? Even tho Gladio's not saying anything, he can tell he's upset about something.

But how the hell does Gladio explain? He doesn't understand what the hell he's seeing.

- Up to you if Noct realizes who "Gladio" is or not (fwiw, I was completely fooled by Ardyn's Gladio in episode Ignis)

Yo like when I saw Gladio turn into Ardyn I screamed, paused my video and had to walk away. I WAS FOOLED

+1000 for this

Oh, man. The flashback, at this point in the story, hurts my heart.

I love your characterization for Noct and Gladio, here.

Please only post from your account with fills. Otherwise, please stay anon.

Ignis Scientia closed the door of the hotel room he was renting during his stay in Lestallum, and covered his face with both hands. The man his contacts had sworn up and down looked like the lost prince of Lucis was nothing more than a confused sanitation department employee with the right color hair and grey eyes. Ignis spent a good hour trying to mollify his contacts, who insisted on getting a reward despite wasting Crown funds on yet another dead-end.

"Gods," he said, and collapsed on the creaking, musty bed. Outside, the sounds of the city waking up was jarring: After a lifetime of listening to the endless traffic of Insomnia, the stop-and-go way of life in the outlying regions always threw him off.

He wondered what Noctis was listening to, now. Perhaps he was in Gralea, a political prisoner, listening to the clank of guard boots on the metal walkways beyond his cell. Perhaps he was in the woods of Tenebrae, rescuing his own damn self, on the way home. Perhaps he was dead.

He flipped open his phone and huffed. Ten texts from Gladio, all about... Yes, he had visited the brothel again after all. Ignis was hardly surprised. Gladio wouldn't stop talking about the man they'd shared, about how there was something to him, something strange.

Quite strange, really, all things considered.

Ignis dropped the phone, thinking of the way Nox had taken his cock in that soft, perfect mouth, and let his hands travel to his belt.

It truly had been a singular experience, that was certain. Nox seemed so confident in flouting the house rules, in demanding affection from clients who were, in truth, supposed to be the ones making the demands. It was almost endearing, really. And his eyes. Ignis kept coming back to his eyes, stilling the fingers that wrapped around his shaft. The man he'd met that morning had the wrong eyes, but Nox... His were... There was something...

Ignis opened his own eyes to the patchy ceiling of his hotel room, nausea twisting in his stomach.

"No," he whispered, in a dull, leaden tone. "Surely not."

He rolled over, fumbling for his phone, and thumbed through his contacts for Gladio's number.

*

In Insomnia, where the heart of the red-light district pulsed with activity under the quiet, closed doors of brothels and bars, Noctis sat down in front of his mirror and smeared concealer on the bags under his eyes.

The boss liked his eyes. Noct knew that well enough to have perfected applying just the right touch of shadow and mascara to make him most appealing when viewed from above. He filled out his lips a little, too, just in case, but not by much. Not enough to make it look like he was trying.

The boss' favorite clothes were kicked in a pile at the back of Noct's closet, and he didn't bother going for them. He dressed in a wrinkled white shirt and a behemoth jacket instead, with the tattered jeans that always made the boss frown and complain about beauty being wasted on the young. He almost looked like a normal guy, out on the street with nothing to do but kill time.

But even when he'd been a prince, he knew that was pretty much impossible.

When the boss arrived, Noct was already downstairs, tearing up napkins into a pile on the bar counter. He recognized the click of the boss' boots in the same way he knew the weather was about to change by the ache in his knee: His whole body responded, drawing taut, toes curling in his too-tight boots.

"He's behaved himself well enough," the Madam was saying, in a wheedling tone. "But the cost of keeping the lights on when he's staying here overnight... The others all have homes to go to, you know."

"We can discuss raising the boarding fee." Noct grit his teeth to suppress a shiver, and turned his head to the side in a short, jerking movement.

Ardyn Izunia, known to the red-light district as Arthur and to Noct as Sir or boss, had a fondness for florals. Half his clothes had rose patterns on them somewhere, and Noct knew that up close, even his trousers had the faintest embroidered outline of a flower garden. He strode through the brothel with the careless nonchalance of a gardener in someone else's yard, kicking aside lesser perennials on his way. He caught Noct's eye and smiled warmly. Noct didn't bother smiling back.

"Ah, there's my princess," Ardyn said, swooping in to draw a hand through Noct's hair. He closed it into a fist, tilting Noct's head back to face him. "I'm dreadfully sorry that I had to leave you on your own for so long. The pain of your absence was a weight on my heart."

"Yeah," Noct said, and Ardyn dragged him off his seat with an easy, lackadaisical air. "Shit! Let go."

"Oh, my," Ardyn said. "And here I almost thought you missed me." He bowed to the Madam, who was counting the cash drawer. "Though it pains me to leave your gracious presence, my dear, we must depart."

The Madam snorted, and Ardyn's grip moved to Noct's jacket collar. They left the brothel together, blinking in the mid-afternoon glare. Noct shoved his hands in his pockets, ducking his head to avoid the crowd that wove around them, a tide of people ebbing and flowing on their way to better things, to lives that didn't change with the gain or loss of a royal prince. It didn't matter to them where Noctis was going, whose hand lay on his back as he climbed into the back of a car, or the dread that weighed on his limbs as they lurched through traffic. They had their own lives. The city moved on.

They stopped in front of what looked like a nondescript hotel, with a bellhop at the front doors and thick green carpeting in the entrance. Ardyn left Noctis there while he spoke to the attendant, who looked Noct up and down with a bored, tired expression before fetching a key.

Noct hurried to walk at the boss' heels up a side staircase, heart hammering. "Sir," he said. No answer. "This isn't where you usually take me."

Ardyn laughed. "No, this is somewhere much more interesting." He led Noct into a hall, where he unlocked a door and gave Noct a mocking bow. "Welcome to your new home," he said, and Noct's gut clenched. "The Crystal, otherwise known as the most elite escort service in Insomnia."

Noct froze at the doorway, hand clutching the frame. "No," he said.

Ardyn raised an eyebrow. Back off, Noct thought to himself, desperately. You're making it worse, back off, back off.

"Your lack of ambition is concerning," Ardyn said. He grabbed Noct by the shoulder and manhandled him into the room, shutting the door behind him. "The Crystal serves the Insomnian upper class. High paying, excellent benefits--"

"It serves the Citadel," Noct choked out.

There was a short, terrible silence.

"And?" Ardyn said. "You've already shown an aptitude for pleasing that manner of clientele, haven't you? Oh, yes," he added, as fear turned to metal on Noct's tongue. "I saw that delightful display you put on the other week. You are certainly moving up in the world."

"They'll recognize me," Noct said.

"Not here," said the boss, slowly approaching. Noct backed up into a small love seat, which squeaked over the hardwood floor. "There are quite a number of Prince Noctis lookalikes in this establishment. You'll blend right in. And after the way your retainers were simply frothing at the bit to fuck you again, I'd say it's no matter."

Noct clutched the top of the love seat and grit his teeth as the air around Ardyn shifted, rippling until Ardyn's form melted away, revealing--

"I'm sure any number of the Citadel's best and bravest would love to have a chance," said the perfect image of Captain Drautos, one of Noct's father's closest advisors. Noct felt a whine of panic rise in his throat, and swallowed it down. This wasn't him. It wasn't.

Drautos took a step, and Noct pushed back against the seat as Cor Leonis took his place. "The young should have more aspirations, Noctis," he said, in a passable imitation of Cor's voice. "Why, I imagine that in time, you can service even the--"

"No," Noct said, but it was too late. The man who smiled down at him had his own jawline, his feathery hair, the same trick leg that plagued the Caelum line. The king reached for him, and Noct let out a frantic cry, toppling back onto the couch.

"Don't," he babbled, squeezing his eyes shut. "Don't, no, not this, please. Please, no."

The love seat creaked and dipped, and Noct curled in on himself as a large hand rested on his shoulder.

"Will you behave?" It was the boss' voice. Thank the gods. Noct opened his eyes to mauve hair and a smug grin, and nearly sobbed in relief. "Will you be good?"

Noct tried to speak, but his jaw was locked tight. He shook as Ardyn gently unfolded him from his defensive crouch, trembled in his arms, let out muffled, hitching sounds through his teeth as his jeans were pushed to his thighs.

"You'll do wonderfully here," Ardyn said, discarding Noct's boots and pants onto the shiny new floor. He heaved Noct's legs onto his shoulders, bending him in half. "Why, with a little work, you may one day be the best whore in all of Lucis."

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(Note: It's bad for Noctis now, but it won't be a 24/7 whump-fest, promise)

OP - I mean, or that I’m complaining about the 24/7 whump fest.... ;-)

The Boss did not disappoint! And he must have been delighted when he saw how well-trained Noct was in the face of the first real chance at escape in years. Give yourself a pat on the back, Ardyn.

And now he’s got him serving the Citadel. I’m sure the odd office employee wouldn’t know him from Adam, and vice versa, but I wonder how long it’ll take before Kingsglaive - or the REAL - Drautos to show up. (Also, how sick is it that a place that’s known for servicing the Citadel has people already there that look like Noct?? Ahaha)

Anyway. Ardyn called him princess and I love it ahaha (Also, there’s something so very chilling in how simple “Will you behave? Will you be good?” is. I imagine that’s something Noct’s heard regularly from Ardyn since he was 14)

I wonder how long it’ll take him to be found again! I’m sure Ignis is kicking himself after going back and discovering “Nox” gone.

*not that I’m complaining

Clarus was the first to look out for Cor when he joined them on the trip to Accordo. He's been a rock in his life since he was fifteen and Cor loves him dearly.

Except, now in his twenties Cor starts to realise he doesn't just love him as a friend. Clarus steals into his every fantasy and he wants him so badly it hurts. Try as he might, he can't get over it. But Clarus is married with kids...what kind of awful person is he that he's in love with someone else's husband. When Clarus is widowed, Cor's self disgust multiplies.

It can be a happy fic, with Clarus eventually later returning Cor's feelings, or straight unrequited love angst.

+++ Regis guesses very early on and is a shoulder for Cor to cry on.

oh. my. god. !!! this is so wonderfully, beautifully badwrong, bless you author anon

Oh yes this a A+ quality bad touch chamfellor prompt, nonny. I hope it gets filled

<3 awesome,I'll get started on it right away!

"It serves the Citadel," Noct choked out.

┌▐ ☯ ۝ ☯ ▐┐

TY author anon, this whump is delicious

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Prompt Post Round Six

Re: Noctis/Prompto: Noctis is assumed Beta but is an Alpha

Re: Noctis/Prompto: Noctis is assumed Beta but is an Alpha

Re: Prompto gets hanahaki...

Re: The guys have to listen to Noct getting raped

Re: The guys have to listen to Noct getting raped

Re: Noctis/Any, "the whore king of Lucis"

Re: Prompto gets hanahaki...

Re: Noct/any, forced non-con

Gladio/Noctis, Role swap AU

Any/Noctis, Descent into the Underworld, Pitioss Style

Fill: Ignis/Prompto, undercover as owner/slave, 12/?

Re: Fill: Ignis/Prompto, undercover as owner/slave, 12/?

Semi-Fill: Noct + Ignis/Gladio, live porn

Ardyn/Noct - Ardyn badtouches Noct wearing Gladio's form

Re: Ardyn/Noct - Ardyn badtouches Noct wearing Gladio's form

Re: Fill: Ignis/Prompto, undercover as owner/slave, 12/?

Re: Noctis/Prompto, Gladio/Prompto, omegaverse, cuckolding, humiliation, voyeurism, knotting, creamp

(Fill 3/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.

Re: (Fill 3/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.

Re: (Fill 3/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.

Cor angst; Cor struggles with the realisation that he's in love with Clarus

Re: (Fill 3/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.

Re: Ardyn/Noct - Ardyn badtouches Noct wearing Gladio's form

Re: Noctis/Prompto: Noctis is assumed Beta but is an Alpha

Re: (Fill 3/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.