Prompt Post Round Six
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Re: FILL 1/1: Somewhere Warmer - Promptis, Prompto dies of hypothermia. And then Noctis.
Date: 2018-03-14 02:26 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis gets a Death Note
Date: 2018-03-18 03:30 am (UTC)Re: Fill 8/8 Re: Gen or Ardyn/Noctis, Ardyn Raises Noctis
Date: 2018-03-18 03:43 am (UTC)Re: Any/Any - toilet stuff
Date: 2018-03-20 01:42 am (UTC)FILL: The Cycle, 5/?, Gladio with a high fever, bros care for him
Date: 2018-03-24 02:42 am (UTC)"Easy, Gladio. Resting now, remember? Or do you need the bathroom?"
A bleary grunt was the sole response and Ignis turned to Prompto.
"Some help, if you'd be so kind?"
Between the two of them---three when Noctis finally emerged from the shower--they managed to maneuver the big man in and get him sitting as he needed to be. He kept flinching when they touched him; Ignis soon realized the reason was the painful-looking papules forming on his skin. They carpeted his shoulders like a morbid cape, in some places gathering together into hot red welts that drew a sharp hiss when prodded. At one point Gladio glanced down at his arm and mumbled something about 'fucking skin, fuck you,' and tried to scratch at the bumps. Thankfully, Noctis and Prompto were able to stop him.
"You're gonna tear yourself open, quit it."
Gladio blinked away the dizziness and glared at the Prince.
"Make me, punk."
Noctis bit down a sharp comeback, though his eyes flashed.
"I'm gonna go ahead and say that's the fever talking, and not that you're being insubordinate to your Prince."
Gladio's reply was to rock forward and vomit all over his lap. He nearly toppled off the commode; it took all three of them to wrestle him back upright. He suddenly seemed to have forgotten how his limbs worked, and this time when he looked at them, there was only a dull and uncomprehending fear.
Prompto took his hand gently, staring into his eyes despite his own horror at seeing his big brave pal look so lost and terrified.
"Hey man, remember us? We're your friends. I'm the little guy you like to put in a headlock, remember? Annoying photobug with the Chocobo-butt hair?"
Gladio stared at him a moment----and then, his face crumpled.
"My dad died."
If he weren't so dehydrated, tears would be rolling down his cheeks now. Prompto dared to lean in now and hug his shoulders. His frame shook with silent sobs.
"I know, big guy. I'm so sorry. My...my mom'n'dad died too, I think. But...but your sis is all right, and we'll see her soon, so you gotta hurry up and get better, okay?"
As he spoke Ignis was wiping away the mess from Gladio's thighs; the moment he'd washed his hands he joined Prompto in comforting him. Noctis was already running ice-covered hands through his hair and down his neck, trying to cool him off. For a long time they stayed that way, just holding their friend until he'd cried himself out. At last he sniffed and scrubbed at his eyes.
"Sorry, guys. Just feel...really bad..."
Minifill: Smol!Ignis and Smol!Noctis - being cute.
Date: 2018-03-26 11:15 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn/Noctis, Other FF Villians/Noctis, Bad touch chancellor doesn't look ke to share
Date: 2018-03-28 09:21 pm (UTC)OP, do you have any Do Not Wants or any Dissidia characters in particular you'd like featured? Because I have... ideas. ^^
Re: Gen or Gladio/Noctis, Noctis is an assasin
Date: 2018-03-29 12:08 am (UTC)I know it's inspired by the Assassin's Festival, but I don't know ANYTHING about AC, so would it be okay if it's a modern world setting?
Also it's probably going to be LONGASSLONG, so I hope that's okay too.
Let me know anything else you want me to include! (We are Go for GladNoct, if you're wondering. ;D)
Re: Ardyn/Noctis, Other FF Villians/Noctis, Bad touch chancellor doesn't look ke to share
Date: 2018-03-30 06:26 am (UTC)Re: FILL: The Cycle, 5/?, Gladio with a high fever, bros care for him
Date: 2018-03-31 01:10 am (UTC)(Fill 8/) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-04-02 11:46 am (UTC)What was left of Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum sat in a small conference room on the fifth floor of the Citadel. His hair was cropped short, and he kept raising a hand to touch his exposed neck, skin prickling at the sudden chill. He wore Lucian black; A loose shirt that nearly swamped him, baggy pants that made his legs look shapeless and unappealing, new shoes that dangled from his sore, pinched toes.
He opened his hand, and fire flickered on his palm.
The young man in the video making the rounds on the Lucian and Niflheim internet had long hair, a made-up face, and his bare body sported only a few strands of gold chain looping down his chest. He wrapped his legs around the man thrusting into him, tilting his head back, and moaned faintly.
Those who bothered to pause the video there pointed out, amid the endless comments and reposts and conspiracy theories sprouting up like weeds, that for a man who moaned like he wanted it, his face was oddly blank.
The appointed counselor was talking to Noct again. He tried to focus, but all he could hear were the strained, muffled voices in the other room, behind a thick door engraved with his family seal.
"It's time to come back to yourself, Noctis," the counselor said. "Can you tell me where you are?"
Everyone agreed, when the second video surfaced, that no matter what people said about the first one, the man who looked like the former queen of Lucis wasn't as into it this time. His hands pushed against the chest of the Imperial soldier pressing him to the wall, and when his shorts were dragged roughly down to his thighs, he raised a hand to his face.
"No," the soldier said, dragging his hand down. "I want to see you."
"Citadel," Noct said, in a quiet voice. He closed his hand, and the magical fire went out.
"Good. Touch the chair, Noctis. Does it feel real?"
Noct wrapped a hand around the armrest of his chair. Polished wood slipped over his fingers, hard and unyielding.
"Yes."
"Is this an illusion, Noctis? You can get up, if you want. Touch what you have to." The counselor's voice was soft, but there wasn't any pity there. It was the only reason Noct let her come with him: If she'd furrowed her brow and gone on about how sorry she was, like half the people Noct met these days, he would've stood up and walked out on their first session.
Noct carefully rose to his feet. He walked to the door, and lay a hand over the engraved surface. He was in the Citadel. He hadn't been fucked in weeks. Ardyn wasn't there. It was real. He was real.
His nails dug into the door.
The third video was illegal in three different countries.
The door shuddered, and Noctis stepped back. "It's Drautos," a familiar voice said, and the hammering of Noct's heart lessened somewhat. "Clarus and I are coming in first. The king will follow."
"Breathe in," his counselor whispered.
The door opened.
"Please," the man on the fourth video said, as King Regis leaned over him. A hand stroked the young man's ashen face. "Please. Please, I'll do what you want, I'll do whatever you want, please."
It wasn't the king. He'd been speaking to a reporter during the same time listed on the video timestamp. He couldn't have walked so quickly, either, or supported himself on his bad knee for so long.
Still, people wondered. It was a very striking likeness, after all.
Noct turned his back to the door, and the uneven footsteps of King Regis stilled.
"You made it this far," Drautos whispered, and Noct looked up to find the captain's face twisted, the lines at his mouth gone hard. He was dreading this as much as Noctis, somehow. Noct tried to square his shoulders.
"Son," said his father. "Please."
Noctis forced himself to turn, but he only made it halfway. He raised a hand to his face, fingers clutching at the roots of his bangs.
"I'm gonna touch you," Drautos warned, and a large hand lay over his. His fingers were pried loose, and Drautos grabbed his other hand before Noct could lift it. His grip was almost secure, in a way Noct couldn't quite place. It grounded him, reminded him that Drautos was real, Noctis was real, all of this was happening.
Noct twisted to face his father.
"Sorry about this," he said. "I'm sorry I..."
"Noctis." Regis stepped forward, but froze when Noct tensed. "You have no reason to apologize."
There at last, shaping his father's face into that of a stranger, was the pity Noct was afraid of. But it wasn't Ardyn's mocking expression, wry and always on the verge of a smile, so Noct didn't run.
He didn't run.
It wasn't much, he thought, as he was led to the safety of his new bedroom on the upper floors, but it was something.
Re: (Fill 8/) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-04-02 01:14 pm (UTC)I wonder what Drautos was thinking in that scene. Was he somewhat happy that Regis was hurt? Or maybe he was angry because he didn't want to hurt Regis by taking part in making Noctis a child whore? He was 14yo when he was kidnapped if I remember it right.
I'm feeling so sorry for Noctis. He tries so hard but things aren't going to get better in an instant. The description of him in not fitting clothes broke my heart a little. How malnourished he had to be?
Thank you for this addition.
Re: (Fill 8/) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-04-02 02:42 pm (UTC)Thank you!
When it comes to Drautos, he wanted (still wants) Regis to suffer, but his motivation for that was the way war ravaged his homeland. If he knew his actions would have led to this, he wouldn't have cooperated with the Empire. Noct reminds him of some of the survivors Drautos has met over the years, and it's supremely uncomfortable because he had a hand in this. He'll be living in guilt town for a while.
Re: (Fill 8/) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-04-02 07:10 pm (UTC)Holy fuck?! Ahhh!! I can't believe you wrote more! :-O
It's so awful that Ardyn released videos. But I'm glad that the general populace seems smart enough to know what the real deal is. And it's so nice to see him getting support and care and help from everyone.
<3 <3 <3
Re: (Fill 8/) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-04-03 01:17 am (UTC)Re: (Fill 8/) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-04-03 01:36 am (UTC)I have to know... what happened to Ignis and Gladio? Did they resign, as they assumed they'd have to? Did they get a "moral pardon" in light of finding him? DID THEY EVER FUCK AGAIN?!
And I SEE you, Ignis noting that Gladio was clenching his jaw. I saw you, acting like an old married couple already. What did finding Noct do to THAT?!
FILL: Re: Ardyn/Noctis, kissing at the Citadel
Date: 2018-04-05 02:44 pm (UTC)Ardyn can feel The Chosen before he sees him, such a force that the air between them turns hot and electric, the shared powers in their veins calling out to one another. When he sees him, though...that’s another matter. He’s barely a man, set to reach twenty at the turn of summer when the heat hangs humid and thick over the skyscrapers of Insomnia and he is beautiful. Exquisite, even, with his eyes like storm clouds, their steely gray lashes like silver linings...his body, compact and lithe with just a hint of the baby-softness of a pampered prince never meant for the battlefield.
This is the prince he’d been promised, the someday-king who is to be his downfall and in a way, his saving grace. His undoing. Ardyn knows of Noctis Lucis Caelum and his destiny: at the end of it all, his pretty profile will be immortalized in statue form atop his tomb in the Lucian mausoleums, posed on a base of gilded gold with a legacy trailing behind him like a cape, or the train of a wedding gown...how appropriate for his marriage to fate, a cruel and controlling partner.
The magic is coursing so strongly through him that he may as well be glowing, blessed by the Astrals and sparkling with it, a perfect bit of moonlit stardust in the night sky that is his namesake. So vivid and pure; a perfect foil for Ardyn’s darkness...just the mere existence of this boy makes him shudder. He’s seated on the dais with his father, poised on twin thrones emblazoned with fifteen swords and arms carved to resemble the Draconian; their benefactor, Ardyn’s tormentor. That bastard. The man standing to Noctis’ left beside the man King Regis’ right must surely be his Shield and the man to his right his advisor, bespectacled and stoic as he is. Ardyn would kill (quite literally, he thinks gleefully) for just a moment of time alone with this wayward prince, who can’t even bother to even look attentive as guests file past.
--
Noctis looks over the balcony at the city blanketed in a covering of late-January snow. From this height it looks soft as down, like he could pull it up over himself and fall asleep instead of worrying about benefit galas and visiting dignitaries.
“A little lamb has strayed too far from the flock…” a voice drawls from behind him, unfamiliar but entirely unexpected, somehow. “And a little lamb should be careful, lest an unfamiliar shepherd leads him astray.”
Noctis turns around to see...fuck, what was his name? The Chancellor of Niflheim. He thinks it might be “A” something-or-other, but he can’t remember if he has a title. “Your Lordship”, or “Sir” or something. When he thinks about it, he’s not even sure what a Chancellor does, though he knows Ignis would. The name hits him when he thinks hard enough: Ardyn.
“Just needed some air,” Noctis says, hoping it’s polite enough to avoid starting a war with their biggest enemy but dismissive enough that he can make his hidden corner of the balcony private again. “Gets kinda hot in there, you know?”
It doesn’t work. Ardyn saunters over and leans beside Noctis on the railing, looking out over the pinpricks of lights of Lucis beneath them, surrounding the Citadel in twinkling sparkles. It’s beautiful, Noctis thinks as he watches Ardyn watch their capital breathe at night, this dominion he will someday inherit, this sparkling jewel of a city that has slowly killed his father. Beautiful, but a paradox nonetheless: a bastion of safety, a deadly weapon.
“Oh I know, these parties are just so dreadful sometimes, wouldn’t you agree?” Ardyn sighs as he turns and looks him over, balancing a flute of champagne from the gala’s servers on the smooth stone as he wipes his brow. “I must confess I find all this pageantry exhausting...in fact, I’d almost say I hate it!”
Noctis can’t believe his ears. This guy, this over-dramatic, fancy-dressed...weirdo hates parties? That can’t be possible. The guy’s dressed like he’s prepared to attend a costume gala already, in gods only knew how many layers of fabrics that don’t quite match, all sweeping hand gestures and bows dripping with false sincerity.
“Yeah, I guess.” Noctis shivers as an icy, biting breeze blowing in off the sea far in the distance and biting through his sleeves, unprepared for the midwinter chill in his thin dress clothes.
“Are you cold?” Ardyn asks, brows furrowed in concern as he touches Noctis’ elbow where it’s balanced on the parapet. “You should run back indoors, pet.”
Noctis shivers for an entirely different reason. Ardyn’s voice is smooth, like a luxury fabric, something he feels like he could get lost in the feel of. “Yeah..” he says, absently. “Guess I will. Soon.”
Ardyn swoops in close, all black feathers and dark eyes. Like a crow, or a hawk. Something that’s made him into prey. His heart leaps into his throat, ramming rapid-fire against his flushing neck...he likes it. Ardyn has a powerful, dangerous air, he’s a high-ranking official from the empire that serves as their biggest enemy. He shouldn’t be alone with this man.
He wants to be alone with this man.
“Unless Lucis’ blessed little lamb wants to follow a new shepherd,” Ardyn offers, as his fingers come to rest beneath Noct’s chin, tilting his face towards him. Noctis’ world narrows in radius. Gone are the sounds of the gala behind them, the fireworks going off above the Citadel...all he can hear is his own blood rushing in his ears and the crunch of Ardyn’s boots in the coating of snow on the balcony as he steps towards him. He doesn’t know if it’s the way that snow makes everything seem muted and small, or if it’s his own imagination offering the kind of solitude and silence that leaves him able to actually think, but all there is for his eyes, his ears, the touch of his fingertips is Ardyn Izunia.
“My, my...what a scandal that could be. The prince who was promised, led to a new mountaintop by an errant shepherd,” Ardyn says, his voice low, a whisper meant only for Noctis’ ears even though there’s no way anyone in the Citadel’s grand hall could hear them over the music and chatter. It’s private, intimate, and it shakes Noctis to his core in a way that’s not entirely unpleasant. “Lured off the beaten path by the big, bad wolf...if you will.”
There is snow in Ardyn’s hair, pure white like powder dusting his violet auburn strands. Noctis can feel the snow fall on the back of his neck, a startling chill on his heat-flushed skin. Ardyn’s closeness makes him feel like all the air’s been sucked out of the atmosphere.
“What, are you planning to kidnap me?” Noctis asks, a nervous jibe as his hand moves to the railing of the balcony, imprinting the snow and shocking him, centering him back to reality. His hand is close to Ardyn’s own as it rests there and he could reach out and touch him, find out if he’s real, take his chances./em>
Ardyn chuckles, tossing his head back and letting go of Noctis’ chin in favor of clutching his stomach as the laugh deepens. Noctis can see the snowflakes land on his tongue, melting immediately in the warmth and he wonders what it would be like to taste that, to let the Chancellor of this foreign and enemy nation claim his lips in a kiss.
“No, Noct..” Ardyn says, hand moving to his heart in mock offense. “Trust me, it means nothing to me if you don’t want it for yourself.” Noctis lets out a breath he wasn’t entirely sure he was holding, tenseness melting off his body
“But I will-” Ardyn says as he steps closer, broad chest almost against Noctis’ as his fingers settle once more beneath his chin, “-take something.”
Noctis knows that he’s going to kiss him. He knows he should shove him away, should use all the training Gladio taught him and fight but he doesn’t want to. When Ardyn’s lips connect, Noctis’ are parted for it, inviting, welcoming even, to the plunge of Ardyn’s tongue between them. The Chancellor of Niflheim kisses him a way that no one would dare to, stepping him backwards until his back meets the railing and he is everywhere: in front of him, around him, enveloping him. Noctis pulls back panting, unaware of the fact that he’d brought his hands up to tangle in Ardyn’s hair, to drag him down to keep the kiss deep and hungry. The strands beneath his fingers are soft and smooth, wild as they curl around his fingers.
“A gesture of goodwill between two nations, if you will.” Ardyn explains with a smirk, lips still inches from Noctis’ and wearing a devilish grin. “I do have a bit of sway with the empire, and I do believe the promise of a pretty prince’s lips may sway me to not loose the daemons on your sparkling Insomnia.”
Stunned by his brazenness, Noctis watches the man turn on his heels and walk away, leaving him with nothing but his heart thudding against his ribcage and his lips tingling with the memory of Ardyn’s. Well, he thinks, if he couldn’t use Gladio’s training and fight the guy who he knows is their enemy, he can at least use that fighting spirit Gladio gave him and win.
“Hey,” Noctis says, and Ardyn stops. For a moment there is only the silhouette of him against the lights of the gala just inside the doors and then he is turning to face him again, smile stretched wider than ever as he regards Noctis curiously, head tilted just so. Noctis closes the distance in a heartbeat, rising up onto his toes as he presses his lips to Ardyn’s.
“Oh, how full of surprises we are!” the Chancellor says excitedly, clapping his hands together as Noctis settles back down, watching his reaction as his tongue darts out to lick his lip, chasing the taste of Ardyn’s mouth. “Yes, I do think I’ll have quite a bit of fun with you, Chosen King.”
Re: FILL: Re: Ardyn/Noctis, kissing at the Citadel
Date: 2018-04-05 03:17 pm (UTC)Anon, I would hug you if I could. I lost all hope that this prompt will ever get filled. I was so happy to see a notification in my email box and I'm still happy now.
I love, love, love, lovelovelove your Ardyn. You described him as the kind of curious about Noctis and dangerous (in Noct's eyes) as I like it. His thoughts about Noctis, how he was charmed by Noct's beauty but also how he wanted to talk with him were great. I loved their whole conversation and I admit, I laughed when Noctis decided to use at least part of what Gladio had taught him.
Thank you so much for filling my prompt. You have no idea how happy you made me, I cannot stop grinning :D
Re: FILL: Re: Ardyn/Noctis, kissing at the Citadel
Date: 2018-04-05 08:04 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Re: Ardyn/Noctis, kissing at the Citadel
Date: 2018-04-06 12:51 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 4/? Re: Gen, Chocobros leave Prompto behind and it ends up Fucking them
Date: 2018-04-11 02:53 pm (UTC)Fill 4/? Re: Gladio/Iggy/Prompto/Noct, Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-04-14 09:43 pm (UTC)The countertops of Ardyn's office gleamed. The floors shone. Two lines of washing were hung up, dried, and taken down. Ardyn ate his favorite meal off sparkling plates, and Ignis poured his best brandy into a glass so bright it cast spots on the wall. Prompto even polished his boots, which was usually Ignis' job, and slipped a yes, father, in with the sirs. Ardyn liked that, sometimes. He liked it more coming from Gladio, but Gladio didn't want to simper and bow, so he stayed in his first floor bedroom to wait.
Ignis poured Ardyn another glass. "Sir," he said, while Prompto furiously polished a small figurine on the mantel. "I couldn't help but notice the invitation from the king. I take it he wishes to honor you in some way?"
"A nice thought," Ardyn said, "but no. He's holding a ball for his son, from what I hear. Prince Noctis has rejected five suitors so far, and the press is out for blood. So here lies daddy's last ditch effort; A grand event, where the prince will find his one true love or grin and bear it when his father inevitably picks someone for him. Ah, youth. Love always seems such a dire thing, at that time."
Ignis exchanged a quick glance with Prompto. "Have you given any thought on your accompaniment to the ball?" Ignis asked. "The invitation listed the three of us--"
Ardyn laughed, and Ignis' cheeks flushed pink. "Whyever would you want to go to a ball? What would you do, Ignis, dear? Charm the prince with your impressive grasp of maths? And Prompto, would he drip soot on the staircase and hope it comes off as an endearing quirk? And Gladio. Gods, Gladio, a plodding, insensitive brute..."
Prompto's hand clenched on his polishing rag. Ignis' jaw went tight.
"Even so," Ignis said, in the calm, careful voice he only used when he was well and truly furious. "We may add to your consequence. Father."
Ardyn raised his brows. Prompto held his breath, ducking by the fireplace, and Ignis held himself desperately still.
"I'll think on it," he said, and Prompto's breath left him in a sigh.
As soon as they could get away, Prompto and Ignis snuck into Gladio's room to give him the news. Gladio sat on the edge of his bed, scowling into his hands, while Prompto and Ignis tried to figure out what they could scrounge together as evening wear, what the food would be like, where they'd stay in the city. After a while of this, even Gladjo started to warm to the idea.
"None of us know how to dance, though," he said. "I mean, my mom and dad were making me go to lessons, but all I remember is the counting."
"It can't be that difficult," Ignis said. He stood, drawing Prompto up, and manhandled him into place before him. "One just needs to put one hand here, and the other, ah..."
Prompto grabbed Ignis' ass, and Gladio coughed to hide a laugh. Ignis rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I'm sure high society will love that move, Prompto. So, we will, ah, mirror each other's steps..."
They stared at each other, hopelessly lost. Gladio sighed and got up, gently nudging Ignis aside.
"I'll need music," he said, taking Prompto's waist and hand. Prompto felt heat rise to his cheeks as Ignis sat on the bed, clapping his hands in the simple beat of a tune they all knew, a folksong from Lestallum.
"You're doin' great," Gladio said. He led Prompto in slow, easy steps around the room, not even wincing when their feet bumped or when Prompto knocked his shoulder into the wall, and he looked down at him with the wide, guileless smile he saved for their most private moments.
"Bet you'd fit right in at the Citadel," Prompto said, as Ignis moved into the second verse, where the kind milkmaid turned out to be a man-eating fairy. "All dressed up, everyone in the city throwing themselves all over you. Oh, Lord Gladio!"
Gladio huffed. "What about Lord Prompto? I'd like to have a dance with him. I heard he caused half the Council to faint last week just by winking at someone."
They kept going for a few steps before they realized Ignis' voice had trailed off, and Prompto looked to him, trying to understand the pale, tense expression on his face. Gladio wrenched himself away from Prompto, and Prompto staggered, still caught up in the momentum of the dance.
"My, my," Ardyn said, from Gladio's bedroom door. His smile was lupine in the dark. "You're having your own little party here, aren't you?"
"We can go, sir," Ignis said, getting to his feet. Ardyn raised his hands.
"Oh, no. Don't let me intrude. I only came to let you know--I will be leaving for Insomnia tomorrow in preparation for Friday's little event, so I'll need you all to keep the house in working condition until my return." He laughed at Prompto, who was sure he hadn't done a good job of hiding his crestfallen face. "Here, now. You know I can't leave the daemons without someone to keep them from scattering all over the countryside. I'm sure you'll understand."
Prompto didn't answer. Ignis mumbled something, and Gladio laid a hand on Prompto's shoulder as Ardyn turned away.
"He was never gonna let us go," Gladio said. "He would've found something to blame."
Prompto turned into his chest, pressing a forehead to Gladio's collar. Gladio wrapped an arm around him, and Prompto felt Ignis' hand in his hair. For such a brief, sudden dream, it had died spectacularly hard.
They slept together that night, never minding that Ardyn would probably chide them for being out of their proper beds. Prompto woke in a tangle of sheets and limbs on the floor by the bed, one of the pillows jammed under Gladio's arm, another wedged between him and Ignis. Ignis was already stirring, rubbing smudges off his glasses while Prompto wriggled out from under Gladio.
"Time to get to work, love," Ignis said.
Prompto rolled to his knees. "You shouldn't've tried to get me," he whispered. Ignis gave him a curious look, and he grimaced. "Back then. When Ardyn took me. You should've stayed behind."
Ignis ran a hand down Prompto's cheek. "I wouldn't have forgiven myself, Prompto," he said. "You know that."
"Still." Prompto closed his eyes. "You deserve better than this."
Lips pressed Prompto's forehead. "So do you."
They couldn't waste time. Ignis was up before Prompto could even raise a hand to his hair, and Prompto could hear the jingle of Ardyn's personal bell ringing through the halls, a sign that Ardyn needed one of them. Or all of them. Behind him, Gladio groaned.
"Fucking asshole," he muttered, rolling over as the bell rang again. Prompto patted his side and got up, wincing as his joints protested.
It turned out that Ardyn wanted Ignis and Prompto after all. His car needed one more going-over before he headed out, so Cid had to be called again, the garage needed to be swept, Ardyn's clothes pressed and folded, and his luggage hauled down three flights of stairs. Prompto saw to the last part, passing lethargic mindflayers and sparkling orbs as he pressed his back to the wall and prayed the suitcases wouldn't crush him.
Cid arrived late, his truck weighed down with heavy black boxes, cap shoved low over his eyes. He didn't even speak to Ardyn, just grunted and marched straight to the car without a backwards glance.
"She'll do," he said at last, and backed his truck down the driveway as Ardyn pulled out. Ardyn flashed a smile at Prompto and the others, but his last orders were lost in a rush of wind off the marshes, and he gunned his car down the gravel drive and out of view, heading for the city.
Prompto sighed.
"Alright, boys," Cid said, leaning out of his truck and slapping the door. "Give him a few minutes, then get in."
"Beg pardon?" Ignis asked. Prompto looked to Gladio, who shrugged, and Cid rolled his eyes.
"I said get in," Cid said. "Ain't that hard to understand. Unless you boys want to miss his highness' little shindig."
"What..." Prompto strained to hear the telltale rumble of Ardyn doubling back, but all he could detect was the rustle of sawgrass. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Cid said, adjusting his cap, "that I reckon you boys could use a miracle."
Re: Prompto/Noct or Any, Post-Prompto/Mindflayer, egg impregnation
Date: 2018-04-17 06:25 pm (UTC)Gladio/Ignis Ignis is the son of Shiva and Ifrit
Date: 2018-04-18 01:31 am (UTC)And so I would like to read, like, Ignis had been hiding his true identity from other bros until one extremely dangerous battle and ignis had to reveal his power and bra bra bra, Ignis couldn't stay with the bros anymore and the bros (especially Gladio) tried their best to get back their non-human friend( and lover)
I know i am crazy but I really wanna read some gladnis like this, and bottom ignis lol
Re: Fill 4/? Re: Gladio/Iggy/Prompto/Noct, Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-04-18 06:47 pm (UTC)