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Prompt Post Round Six

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Yep that sounds like Ardyn! I would love it if that one got a fill. (Wonder how his non human body would react to the drugs....)

Nice! Very very nice!!!
Now I have this picture of Ardyn being milked in my head. Scourge leaking Ardyn dick... anyone?

yes please +1000

OP - I...honestly did not condider that. It would be hilarious though if he could high af of something like catnip but something stronger like crack has zero effect on him.

Warning for claustrophobic conditions and a panic attack:

When Prompto was ten, Gladio told him about the ocean.

Gladio used to go everywhere, back when he had a family; He went on trips to the desert and the cape, to Lestallum, to strange, cold countries where everyone wore coats year-round. But it was the ocean that Prompto couldn't stop thinking about, on nights when the kitchen fire grew dim and the daemons of the manor began to stir.

Gladio said that there was a point in Galdin Quay where the beach dropped off into a sheer cliff in the water. He said you'd be skimming the sand with your toes one minute, only to be lifted up by a swell and carried over the vast, murky depths, unable to reach solid ground again. Anything could lie there, just below your feet, invisible beneath the rolling current.

That was what the dark was to Prompto. He was fine so long as he kept moving, but as soon as he stopped long enough to breathe, the darkness yawned about him with the horrible open terror of a starless sky. On nights that Prompto couldn't bring himself to sneak down to Gladio or Ignis' rooms, he would curl up by the hearth in the kitchen and stare at the fire, waiting for the embers to die or for sleep to take him.

Ignis woke him sometime before dawn, limping down the steps to the kitchen in his rumpled suit. He smiled briefly, and Prompto smiled back, rolling to his side. He sat up, beating soot off his legs, as Ignis ducked into the cabinets for bread.

"Look sharp today," Ignis said, laying out his supplies for breakfast. "He's wearing gloves again."

Prompto groaned. Ardyn in gloves meant an inspection, which meant Prompto had to get up now to scour the dining room. He stumbled for the small drawer where he kept his toothbrush and comb, and bent over the sink to brush his teeth.

Gladio came bounding in before the toast was done, already shirtless and covered in motor oil. "Hey, Iggy," he said, leaning in for a kiss. Ignis poked his chest to keep him in place, then kissed him softly, never minding the sizzle of butter on the pan. Gladio turned to Prompto then, sweeping him up in a bear hug that had him squeaking for breath.

"Someone's in a good mood," Ignis murmured, as Gladio peppered kisses on Prompto's cheek. Prompto shoved him, wriggling out of his grip with a laugh.

"Car's broken down," Gladio said. "I keep telling His Majesty he'd be better off getting a new one, but he's fucking married to that thing. Cid should be on his way this afternoon."

Prompto grinned. Cid Sophiar was the owner of Hammerhead Garage, and the only visitor to the manor who didn't look through them or issue orders. He used to sneak them candy, sometimes, when they were younger, and hid it all behind a gruff, no-nonsense grumble that even Ardyn couldn't break.

Ardyn. Oh, hell. "I don't think I'll be able to get away, big guy," Prompto said. "Inspection day."

"Son of a bitch," Gladio said. "Sorry, Prompto."

They ate standing up, Prompto in the middle to keep oil from staining Ignis' suit. Now and then, Gladio would brush his cheek with a thumb or jostle his side, and Ignis would sigh and jostle him back. Then it was time for Gladio to fix the third floor window, and for Ignis to start on Ardyn's breakfast, and the moment of quiet shattered.

Ardyn's dining room was a cleaning staff's nightmare. There were trays of China everywhere, displays featuring his awards and accolades from the royal university, paintings with golden frames that always collected dust in the grooves, and a massive, dark table. Prompto started high and worked his way down, carefully lifting cups and plates to dust beneath them. Then there was the table, which needed a proper polish, and the chairs, too, just to be safe. Prompto was just starting on the far chair, which Ardyn never used, when the door to the dining room swung open.

Ardyn was resplendent in his best grey collared shirt and rose-print overrobe, which billowed at his ankles as he walked across the sadly unswept floor. His hair fell about his face in waves, his hands glittered with rings over the gloves, and Prompto slowly sank to the floor, pretending to be too caught up in polishing to stare.

"Good morning, Prompto," Ardyn said, standing at Prompto's side. Prompto looked up at him, hands stilling on the chair.

"Good morning, sir," he said. Ardyn smiled, but like always, it didn't reach his eyes. He gestured to the chair, and Prompto blinked.

"Well? If you would be so kind?"

Oh. Prompto scrambled to his feet. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." He pulled the half-dusted chair out, and Ardyn seated himself there, regal as the king. Then he glanced down at his feet and clicked his tongue.

Prompto shuddered. He hated that sound.

"Oh, dear," Ardyn said. "The floor's terribly dusty in here, is it not? My shoes are a mess. Prompto." He snapped his fingers and pointed to his shoes, which did have a fine layer of dust on the heel and toe. Prompto crawled under the table and took out his cleanest rag, and set about to buffing Ardyn's shoes.

"Cleanliness is pivotal, my dear," Ardyn said, as Prompto worked. "Particularly in the king's court. They would have thrown you out twice over by now. The state of you! Did you sleep in the fireplace this morning?"

"Pardon." Prompto's heart beat heavy in his throat. Thank the gods, Ignis was there. "Sir, your breakfast is ready."

"So punctual, Ignis," Ardyn said. "Have the reports come from the capital yet?"

"No, sir, but we should expect them tomorrow at the latest."

Prompto backed away from Ardyn's feet just in time to miss a kick, and climbed out from under the table. Ignis glanced his way only briefly, but Prompto could see the tension in his shoulders, and in the way his jaw clenched tight when Ardyn spoke. Prompto stayed silent, trying to sweep as quietly as possible, while Ignis stood at Ardyn's side and went over the day's itinerary.

"Now," Ardyn said, when he'd given Ignis a lion's share of duties before lunch, "I believe I shall do some reading in the study."

Prompto's hands clenched on his broom. He and Ignis shared a panicky look--Ardyn never used the first floor study--and he gathered up his dusting supplies, hurriedly tripping for the door.

"Prompto." Ardyn's voice was sing-song sweet. "What do we say?"

Prompto turned, holding his broom like a shield. "May I... go, sir?"

"No," Ardyn said, folding his napkin. "Wait for me. I'm certain that if you did your chores properly last time, the study should be positively immaculate."

-

There was nothing any of them could have done.

Gladio was the first to see, on his way downstairs with the frame from an old windowsill under his arm. Ardyn was striding down the first floor hallway, dragging a squirming Prompto along by the collar. Prompto struggled to stand up, but Ardyn had a stranglehold on his shirt, and he was forced to hunch over, practically crawling at Ardyn's side.

Gladio dropped the frame. It cracked on the stair as he raced down to the first floor, fury rising in his throat, hands clenched. He caught up with Ardyn and Prompto just as they reached the Closet.

The Closet was lined with thick black wallpaper to keep out the light, and was only a few feet high and not very wide around, too small for Ignis or Gladio to fit inside. Almost too small for Prompto, too--Almost. Gladio slid to a halt with his foot before the door, and met Ardyn's cold, dispassionate gaze.

"He didn't mean it, sir," he said. Prompto made to speak, and Ardyn shook him roughly.

"He didn't mean to shirk his duties?" Ardyn said. "Goodness, Gladio, what did he mean to do?"

Gladio could taste Prompto's panic in the air. "Sir, let me do it. I can clean, too, it won't be any trouble--"

"If it isn't trouble for you, it shouldn't be for him," Ardyn said. "Stand aside."

"Sir," Gladio said, spitting the word like a curse. "Please."

"Oh, I haven't heard that from you in some time," Ardyn said. "All the same." He waved his hand, making a sign with his little finger, and darkness coalesced between him and Gladio, taking the form of one of his guard daemons. They were hulking creatures, dark purple and bristling with fangs and claws, and this one wrapped a hand around Gladio's neck and shoved him against the wall hard enough to crack the paint.

"Keep him there," Ardyn said, dragging Prompto forward, "until I give you the order to let go."

"I'm sorry," Prompto said, as Ardyn kicked open the Closet door. He looked at Gladio, desperate panic in his eyes, and dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm. I'll do what you want, I'll do whatever you want, just let him go."

"So demanding," Ardyn said. He pushed Prompto into the dark and slammed the door shut. Then he locked it, casting Gladio a sidelong glance.

"Remember this," he said, "the next time you think to question me."

Then he turned on his heel, leaving Gladio gasping around the daemon's hand, unable to speak above a whisper, as the hallway filled with the sound of Prompto's labored breath.

-

Prompto didn't know how long he stayed in the dark. Time twisted about him, narrowing to the itch on his back that could have been either a stray thread or a centipede, to the warmth of the room, to the darkness that seemed to stretch limitless around him. He tried to talk to himself at first, to remind himself that Gladio was just outside, but when the first bead of sweat rolled spider-like down his neck, Prompto screamed.

And screamed.

And clawed at the door, trying to dig his fingernails in what he hoped was the line where it opened, overlapped by an extra strip of heavy black cloth. His mind fogged with panic--he wasn't sure what he was saying anymore, couldn't remember who lay outside, waiting for him, listening in. He just needed out, and when the lock clicked at last and the door rocked open, Prompto fell through, landing on his side in the hallway.

"Dear Prompto," said a voice. A hand ran through his hair as Prompto sobbed in great gasps of breath, eyes screwed shut against the light of the hallway. "I know you don't try to disappoint me."

Prompto shuddered and tried to push himself up on his elbows, but his arms didn't seem to listen. Was it always so bad, after? He tried to remember what it had been like the last time, but his mind felt thick, stuffed with cotton.

"You'll do better, won't you?" That was Ardyn. It was... It was important, to agree with Ardyn. Prompto managed a jerky nod. "Good boy. As a treat, you can help Gladiolus make sure that con artist of a mechanic doesn't mistreat my car. A little reprieve, before you go back to work."

Prompto didn't answer. He risked opening his eyes just a little, and saw Ardyn's black boots a few inches from his face. He winced, and Ardyn laughed.

"You may let go," he said, and Prompto heard a heavy thud behind him, and the clack of Ardyn's boots on the floor, growing faint. Then there were hands on him, familiar ones, and he was gathered up in Gladio's arms.

"Sorry, Gladio," he mumbled, letting himself be pressed to Gladio's chest. Gladio stroked his hair, breathing hard, and squeezed him close.

"I'm gonna kill him," he whispered. His voice was hoarse, like he'd been shouting. "I'm gonna kill him."

"You can't," Prompto said. Gladio was warm, but not in the oppressive way the Closet had been. He wrapped limp arms around his shoulders, and drew his legs up so he lay half sprawled in his lap. "It's impossible."

"Then we'll get out," Gladio said. "We'll run. Something's gonna give, Prompto, and it ain't us." He kissed Prompto's temple, and Prompto felt the hitch in his breath. "Not this time."

YES PLEASE +💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯 THIS IS ALL I WANT AND NEED IN LIFE

oooh poor child

I’m weak for Prompto angst. Seconded!!!

Prompto may be the prince's friend now, but that wasn't how they first met. Noctis has had troubles with his health ever since the marlith attack as a child, and with the crystal's magic taking it's toll on him his health suffers.

The crown 'hires' / 'adopts' an orphan, Prompto. The prince needs frequent blood transfusions to keep him healthy so it's just easier that way. Keeping Prompto means they can 100% account for him without having to worry about disease or outside factors.

Over the years Noctis and Prompto become close, sharing more than just blood when they have to spend time together in the medical wing.

Prompto follows Noctis wherever he goes and they're inseparable, even when sometimes Prompto has to trade his wellbeing for the prince's.

Can be a fic of them as children, or their developed relationship as teens!

my updates are getting longer and longer D: enjoy some comfort.

-

“Prompto!”

“Holy shit!”

Noctis sat up and panted, bloodshot eyes darted back and forth to inspect his surroundings frantically. He wasn’t in the living room anymore—where was he?

“Noct! Hey, princess, can you hear me?”

Noctis recognised that nickname anywhere. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief. “...Gladio,” he looked up to see his Shield looming over him with worried expression. “Where... Where am I?”

“You’re in your bedroom,” Gladio answered, and yes, Noctis recognised the faint scent of Prompto’s Omega to his right. It was mixed with his shampoo and felt so familiar. “You really scared Miss Lunafreya back there, you know. Suddenly collapsing, and then started screaming... Nyx was pretty furious when he barged in here, thinking you somehow hurt her because of her projected fear.”

The dark-haired man rubbed his forehead slowly. “And you’re here because...?”

“Igs refused to leave you alone, so I went up and let the others resume the investigations for the time being.” When Noctis opened his lips to protest, Gladio intervened him again. “And don’t worry. Nyx is handling it with Miss Lunafreya helping him. Iris is also here. Everyone working on tracking Prompto down is our closest and trusted men.”

“Any progress?”

“We checked the spot where Prompto was spotted. We found his groceries... but other than that, there’s nothing really leading us to who the culprit is.”

“Damn.” Noctis cursed under his breath. The pain from Prompto seemed to have gone completely, but rather than being relieved, he was even more worried. It was either his mate was unconscious... Or...

There was a knock on his bedroom door, and Noctis jolted in surprise. It swung open without waiting for an answer, though, and Ignis walked in with a tray on his hand. “Is everything under control, Gladio?” he asked.

“Yeah, Noct just woke up and scared the shit out of me,” the larger man snorted. “What do you have there, baby?”

“Stop calling me with that,” Ignis mumbled half-heartedly, but Noctis saw the blush dusting his cheeks. “It’s soup. Miss Lunafreya said that you haven’t eaten yet, so I took the liberty to make something from the ingredients Prompto had left behind.” He put the tray down on the bedside table.

Noctis scrunched his eyebrows. “You used those vegetables?” he asked. The soup smelled exactly like his favourite dish Prompto always cooked for him, and there’s no way that those... abominations he refused to eat were part of the ingredients.

Ignis just gave him a knowing smile. “Prompto taught me how to make it a while ago, so I’m confident that it should taste the same like the ones he always makes,” he chuckled. “I tried to make you eat your vegetables since forever, and Prompto can do it only in two years since he became your mate. He’s amazing.”

Noctis scowled. He felt so betrayed. His mate, feeding him vegetables without his knowledge all this time? He probably would charge Prompto with treason if he could.

“Come on, it’s not so bad if you’re willing to eat it, right?” Gladio grinned. “Plus, you need something to power you up. It’s past midnight, and your last meal would be the cheeseburger you got with Prom. If you won’t do it for the sake of yourself, do it for the sake of your mate. Alright?”

At that, Noctis felt silent, but he didn’t complain when Ignis handed him the bowl, reminding him that it’s still hot. The smell made him droll and his stomach rumbled silently, and with slightly embarrassed scowl when Gladio laughed at him, he took a spoonful of soup and slurped it in.

The familiar taste instantly reminded him of the times when he felt down, or sick, or even just tired from dealing with the business. No matter how hard it was for him, Prompto was always there, beside him, kissing him welcome home and served a bowl of piping hot soup on the table. Served him without complaints, even when he simply just wanted to take a bath and sleep. He always understood Noctis the most, perhaps even more than Ignis and Gladio combined.

“...Noct?” Ignis asked, worried. “You’re crying...”

Noctis flinched and brought a hand to his face. He didn’t even realise when the drops of tears slid down his cheeks. “I...” He took a deep breath, but instead, the tears went down harder, and soon, he was sobbing.

The bowl on his hand was gently pried off and put aside, and then strong arms enveloped him in a hug. “It’s okay, Noct,” came Ignis’s soothing voice, and Noctis let himself cry to the Omega’s chest, something he didn’t allow himself to do after they had presented. “It’s alright. We’ll find Prompto, even if it takes everything. You have my word on that.”

Gladio stared awkwardly at them, but eventually, he raised a hand to pat on Noctis’s back. Ignis gave him an approval nod. Alphas were normally not very emotional beings, so they might come out as stiff and awkward, but Ignis definitely appreciated what Gladio had did for Noctis. It was already more than enough as an assurance.

After Noctis’s cries had subsided down into small sniffles, Ignis took out his handkerchief and handed it to him. “Here, Noct, wipe your face,” he said. Noctis took it and blew his nose, which got the Omega grimacing, but he let it be. The handkerchief could be washed later; Noctis was more important now. “Have you calmed down?”

“...yeah. Thanks, Ig. Sorry I ruined your shirt and handkerchief,” he murmured, sounded mildly embarrassed by his burst of emotion. “I’ll eat now... Can you take the small table out? It’s near Prompto’s desk over there.”

Ignis turned to Gladio, who nodded. The older Alpha stood up from the bed and retrieved the small table as Noctis instructed, but something on Prompto’s desk seemed to catch his interest. He picked up an envelope labelled from Insomnia Hospital. “Is Prompto sick, Noct?”

“Huh?” Noctis looked up. “Well, he says he isn’t feeling very well lately, so I told him to go to the hospital if it gets worse. He went this morning with someone... Although I don’t know whom he took with.” He scrunched his eyebrows when he saw the envelope on Gladio’s hand. “What is that?”

Gladio shrugged. He brought the envelope to the bed and handed it towards Ignis, setting the table over Noctis’s lap. Ignis opened the envelope and inspected the content with furrowed eyebrows. He scanned them quickly, until his green eyes widened.

“Noct,” his voice was tight. “This is Prompto’s... examination report.”

Noctis stopped eating. “What examination?” He put down the spoon back to the bowl and leaned over to see the papers on Ignis’s hand. “...gynaecologist? What the hell is that?”

“It’s...” Ignis swallowed down, but Gladio cut him first.

“Gynaecologist is an Omega-specialist doctor, but it’s often combined with pregnancy specialty,” the older Alpha said, eyes widening. “Igs, that report—“

Ignis nodded. “According to this report...” he took a deep breath. “Prompto is two months pregnant, Noct.”

-

er, yes, i know that gynaecologist are basically "woman" science, but i changed it to omega here. :D

let's hope he's not going to have a natural abortion omg ç_ç

That's about it. Ideas: How do the person/people sleeping in his bed react? Does he warp through a window? Does he warp using his pillow? Does he end up in stasis? What causes it? Etc...

Jack is running his self-cleaning con in Altissia when he meets a "student of the culinary arts" who's just Jack's type (re: looks good in a suit.) and decides to sample some of the local cuisine.

OMFG this is hilarious.

Don't care where or why, save that they're ideally late teens or older.

Cuddle of relief? Why not. Post nightmare cool down snugs? SURE! One helping the other past a panic attack? Rock on, nonny. Just so long as these two dopes get their daily fix of positive physical contact in each other's arms and both are perfectly content to stay.

I may or may not have had A Day and in lieu of actual snugs, I desire fanfic snugs.

When Noct meets Prompto, he doesn't recognize him from elementary school. Instead he recognizes him from that random PowerPoint presentation he saw last week, or the cover of a book he read, or the life-size cardboard cutout used as an ad in the grocery store.

Basically, some shenanigans involving the weirdness of being a stock photo model??

Short fill on Ao3~ http://archiveofourown.org/works/13615305

a!a Don't worry, they'll get their poly Cinderella ending! :3

Before he could even react, Ignis was standing in front of him, gently pressing an ungloved hand to the back of Gladio's neck and peering into his eyes. That...felt good. Really good, though Gladio was reluctant to admit it.

"How are you feeling, Gladio?"

He gave the chamberlain a crooked smile which he thought was convincing.

"I'm fine, Iggy, really--"

Ignis cut him off with a stern look.

"Your temperature is somewhere in the vicinity of one hundred and three. You, dear friend, are the furthest thing from 'fine' I think I've ever seen."

Noctis folded his arms.

"Why didn't you tell us, Gladio? How long have you been feeling bad?"

Gladio stifled a queasy hiccup. His stomach was really starting to hurt, and the familiar burning rash breaking out on his shoulders.

" 'S not.....mmmmm...hang on a second...."

He staggered away from the others, his mouth watering bitterly and his insides rolling. He made it as far as the parking lot before he doubled over and retched like a poisoned dog. He was vaguely aware of the others gathering close to him and placing supportive hands on his back, but the world was swimming too much for him to express his thanks. At last the wave passed, though now he felt weak and sweaty, his belly still twisting and gurgling.

He straightened back up with a grimace.

"Sorry you guys had to see that-"

Prompto handed him a bottle of water, which he rinsed his mouth with and then cautiously sipped from.

"Not your fault, dude. What could've caused it, though? I mean, we all ate the same thing this morning, and we're fine...."

"It's not contagious. It's genetic. Thing called TRAPS. Iris has it too. Basically...some kinda chemical in my body starts going haywire, 'n' my immune system fights back hard. Main symptom is a fever, but rashes happen too. Nausea, obviously. Muscle pain."

Noctis was already leading them in the direction of the seedy little roadside motel.

"So again, WHY didn't you tell us before?"

idk I just think the way Shiva strokes his cheek while he's shaking from the cold is really hot?

So I just want Shiva to bang Noct, and for it to maybe be a near-death experience for him haha

Short fill on Ao3, G~ http://archiveofourown.org/works/13616103

all my yeses to this

and OP, I do hope your day gets much better!

that is a damn good question!

And this is getting very interesting!

I'm Gladnis trash...if that is okay with you, OP?

Did a short fill with your chocobo idea~ http://archiveofourown.org/works/13616703

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Prompt Post Round Six

Re: Ardyn doing Drugs

Re: Verstael/Ardyn, AU "My Precious Specimen" tw:noncon, torture

Re: Noct, first-time fingering himself in the shower

Re: Ardyn doing Drugs

Fill 2/? Re: Gladio/Iggy/Prompto/Noct, Cinderella AU

Re: Noct/Ignis - forbidden affair

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Gladio/Iggy/Prompto/Noct, Cinderella AU

Re: OT4 - The boys use Prompto’s photos as clues to find him

Noctis/Prompto anemic prince and blood donor

Fill (6/?): Promptis, ABO, non-con, bonded couples can share feelings

Re: Fill (6/?): Promptis, ABO, non-con, bonded couples can share feelings

Noctis/Any or Gen: Noctis sleep-warps.

Jack Harkness/Ignis, Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover

Re: Noctis/Any or Gen: Noctis sleep-warps.

Ignis/Noctis - Cuddles

Prompto/Noctis, Prompto models for stock photos

Fill: Ignoct, nipple play

Re: Fill 2/? Re: Gladio/Iggy/Prompto/Noct, Cinderella AU

FILL: The Cycle, 2/?, Gladio with a high fever, bros care for him

Shiva/Noct

Minifill: Noctis/Prompto, Photographer and Hunter

Re: Ignis/Noctis - Cuddles

Re: FILL: The Cycle, 2/?, Gladio with a high fever, bros care for him

Re: Gen Bros: "Ran out of curatives, so now they have to go old school"

Fill: Gen or Prompto/Any, Prompto's smart and saves the day