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Prompt Post Round Six

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Gladio serving Noct as human furniture. On his hands and knees while Noct uses his back as a writing desk? Noct putting his legs up on Gladio as a footstool? Meanwhile Gladio is honored and eager to be of service to Noct.

++if it's a public and accepted part of Gladio's duties and an assassin makes the mistake of taking him just as a piece of the background until Gladio proves that he's still Noct's Shield as well

oh goddamn holy shit I didn't know I needed this until now

The world's shit, but home ain't much better.

That's why Gladio never goes there after a hunt these days, at least not right away. Instead, he joins his hunter friends at the Tipsy Imp and indulges in a few shots of cheap vodka he definitely can't afford. Doesn't matter that his muscles are killing him, or that his clothes are crusty with dried daemon blood. Doesn't matter that he stinks like hot trash laid over rotten meat. It's a hell of a lot better than going back to his apartment and having to listen to Ignis yammer on about the basic trevally recipe he's teaching himself how to cook.

Fuck, maybe he's being unfair. Ignis has been busting his ass trying to re-learn basic skills he lost after he went blind. Of course he's gonna be excited to share his progress with Gladio. But lately, it seems like everything Ignis says and does irritates him. He can't count the number of times he's snapped at Ignis over trivial bullshit, or shrugged off his touch. It ain't like Gladio wants to do it. He knows he's being an asshole, but he can't stop himself. It's like he's possessed.

And even though Ignis never calls him out on it, Gladio can tell it cuts him deep. It's clear in the way he goes quiet and turns away, his face falling. Once, he swore to himself he'd never do anything to hurt Ignis. Now, he can't bring himself to care.

Chuckling bitterly to himself, he slams back a shot and pushes his glass toward the bartender, who dutifully refills it. He should probably stop, but he's still a few drinks shy of buzzed, and buzzed is the only way he'll be able to deal with Ignis tonight.

"Hey," says a voice by his shoulder. "You're Gladio, right?"

He glances over and finds a hunter leaning with one elbow on the bar. The first thing he notices is the scar visible in the deep V of her tank top, slashed across the swell of her tits. The tissue is thick and faded, an ancient memento, but the wound must've been ugly back in the day. Deep enough to kill.

Her face ain't ugly, though. For the first time in a long time, he has no idea what to say. Her grey eyes appraise him, one corner of her full lips turning up into a smirk. Another scar slices across the side of her head, a clean white line in hair buzzed close to her scalp. She's hot in an unconventional way, her body thick with muscle, filling out her tank and camo pants.

His dick's definitely interested.

"Yeah," he finally manages. "That's me. You need something?"

She shrugs and signals the bartender. "I just wanted to say hi. I've heard a lot about you from other hunters. Thought maybe you could teach me a thing or two."

"You hunt too?" he asks.

"Usually around Meldacio," she says, "but I've been helping escort refugees from the Ravatogh area."

Gladio nods and runs a hand through his hair, trying to play it cool. "So you're only here for one night?"

"I guess so." She raises an eyebrow at him. "Why, you want to do something about it?"

Gladio's phone starts to vibrate in his pocket. Sighing, he digs it out and sees Ignis's number on the call display. Fuck. He shouldn't be sitting here flirting with some random woman—hell, thinking about fucking her—when Ignis is waiting for him at home.

He hesitates for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen.

Then he swipes to reject the call.

It will teach you survival skills and be a good life lesson they said, it will strengthen your bond with your Shield. Fuck that shit. Noctis would rather be assaulted by a Vesper Gar then be stuck in one of Insomnia’s forests soaking wet, freezing cold, and without proper shelter alongside his stupidly handsome half-naked prick of a bodyguard, who he so does not have a crush on. But alas, here they are in this shitty predicament. While yes, it was technically his fault, wanting to be closer to the embankment so he could fish instead of being further in the forest where they could be covered properly; plus he chose to remain fishing when the older teen suggested they begin setting up camp and ordered him to stay by him. Then midway through trying to reel in a big fish, the sky grew dark and air cold as rain descended down upon them. They had a quick argument after the Prince let his gear be lost when some of the sediment where it sat gave way and tumbled into the river which he ignored in favor of his fishing rod, then the two teens rushed as quickly as they could into the forest to try and find a spot where they could get out of the rain, stumbling across a place covered enough where Gladio could haphazardly throw up his vinyl covering to shield them from the rain but not enough to keep them warm. That’s when the big jerk suggested they divest themselves of their soaked clothing and huddled up together to keep warm. The only article of clothing the Prince removed was his shoes to throw at the older teen for suggesting something so stupid, which Gladio contested was an actual thing people did in a situation like this, even told him to research it on his phone. He could, but he didn’t have reception, and he wouldn’t have even if he did. So now he sits under the black mesh that keeps him from getting any more wet, knees to his chest as he rubs his hands over his arms and rocks trying to keep himself warm. He shoots a scowl at his oversized companion, the man in nothing but his underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. But too, the asshole has a blanket from his pack.

“G, give me the damn bl, blanket.” Noctis stutters out, teeth chattering from being cold. “I’m the Prince and I have s, seniority over y, you.”

“I’m not giving you the only item we have to keep warm with until you lose the wet cloths.”

Noctis grumps but still remains in his wet clothing petulantly, but after a couple more minutes he gives in and peels off his garments, letting out a shrill whimper as the cold air hits his clammy skin. But he persists and once he is down to his boxers, he scowls and demands the blanket.

“Give!”

But Gladio doesn’t hand it over and instead opens the blanket like the wings of a bird, like the one that has begun to be inked onto the man’s body, and motions for him to come over.

“Absolutely not! I am not pr, pr, pressing my body up against y, your groudy one.” the teen snips despite the soft blush on his cheeks.

“Tough shit, we are sharing this blanket, which is mine since you let yours fall into the river.”

“You have a big body a, all ready and don’t need to k, keep that warm. I’m tiny, I n, need it more so I don’t get hy, hypother, hypho- frozen.”

But Gladio still refuses, making the younger teen growl and attempt to grab the blanket, but instead he gets grabbed and held in a tight bear hug that sends him into a frenzy, which ends with both of them extra angry and no blanket since it got accidentally tossed out from under the cover where it is now mud covered.

“Why do you have to be such a little asshole lately?” Gladio snaps and rubs his arms.

“I’m not! I just have more important things to be doing then roughing it outside in the icky forest with you for company.”

“Well excuse me Princess, but do you really think I want to be doing this with you either?”

The two return to their silence, taking momentary glances at each other before looking away. Noctis begins to shiver even more, feeling his limbs going numb and turning slightly blue. He lets out a loud sneeze and that’s when the older boy sighs and scoots closer to him.

“Look, I don’t want to do this and I know you don’t either, but we need to keep warm. And to do that we need to huddle together.”

Noctis gives him a glare momentarily but then sneezes again and feels a slight headache forming. So he relents and climbs into Gladio’s lap, with the large man wrapping his thick arms and legs around him. Noct fidgets a bit, feeling greatly uncomfortable to be in this situation, not only because of being half-naked in his half-naked bodyguard’s lap but because despite the cold a certain part of him has decided to begin standing at full mass. He couldn’t really help it, it was something that has been happening a lot to him lately. And it definitely wasn’t because he was skin to skin with the older teen, who he will admit is somewhat attractive looking now with his hair pasted down from the rain, but still not as attractive as him though. Eventually, to his shock and minor relief, his body does begin to warm up from the contact of the other. He feels so comfortable like this. In a way, he feels safe, so much so he doesn’t realize he nods off to sleep in the older man’s hold. When he does reawaken though, he finds himself still being held by his Shield, the man asleep with the tiny Prince tucked up under his chin. Noctis just decides to try and fall back asleep, nuzzling down into Gladio with a content sigh but stops when he feels something poking into his thigh. Something big. His cheeks flush a deep crimson as he realizes what it is, wondering if he should wake the older teen up and ask him to kindly move his junk from against his thigh. But then the older teen shifts himself a bit, his bulge brushing against the other teen’s leg and making a deep grunt that causes Noctis to lose it.

“Gladio! Wake up!” the teen says and pushes at his chest, trying to break free. “You are defiling your Prince, wake up!”

Gladio groans and blinks awake, releasing the teen who crawls away as he rubs at his eyes. “Yo, what’s up? The rain stop?”

“No, your underwear snake was assaulting me.”

Gladio purses his lips and looks down at his crotch, furrowing his brows before looking with annoyance at the younger boy. “Oh sure, it was all fine when your inchworm was poking me.”

“Hey, I am not that small!” Noctis snaps. “I bet I’m almost the same size as you.”

“Psht, half the size maybe.”

Noctis scowls at the older teen, deciding to turn this into a challenge. “Let’s see then.”

Gladio chuckles deeply at his Prince but then slowly stops and stares incredulously at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, we’re both men, so prove it.”

The older teen furrows his brows, before clearing his throat with a slight dusting of pink tinting his cheeks. “I think the cold got to your brain.”

“Wuss.”

“Gods, fine you shit, see?” he snaps and pulls himself from his underwear.

Noctis tries to look unimpressed, but he can’t stop the light blush that forms on his cheeks as he glances at the other man. While not pornstar long, he was a bit bigger than average. The width was another story.

“Happy now?”

Noctis regains his train of thought and huffs, turning away. “Whatever.”

“I’m guessing by your reaction, you are puny.” the older teen teases.

“I am not!” Noct snaps and reveals his. “There!”

“Wow, it is small.” Gladio says, a cheeky grin on his lips.

“It’s just cold.” the younger boy retorts and turns away.

“Sure it is. Well, might as well take care of this issue, so you be good and keep facing that direction.”

“Ugh, you’re horrible.” Noctis huffs. But he looks down at his flaccid member, noticing it to be a strange purplish color. He bites his lip and reaches a hand down, grabbing his length and giving a few tugs. He doesn’t really feel anything. Panic sets in as he gives a few more strokes, still nothing happening. “Gladio, something's wrong with it!”

“Wha?” The older teen stops himself and looks to the teen oddly. “What do you mean something's wrong with it?”

“The color’s not normal and I can't feel anything when I touch it! It’s dead!”

Gladio almost face palms but stops himself before he touches his face with his hand. “It’s not dead, it probably just shrunk in to keep warm and went numb. Just keep touching it and it’ll return to normal.” he says and then looks at the pitiful look the Prince gives him, sighing and scooting over. “Look, not like I really want to or anything, but you want me to help?”

Noct turns a deep red as his heart thumps in his chest. Did Gladio just suggest giving him a hand job? The younger teen swallows down some saliva before giving him a tentative nod and scooting closer, moving his hand away as he turns his head to look to the side. He furrows his brows and bites his lip as he feels the other’s large warm hand take hold of him, then he begins to feel the warmth that radiates from him as his hand moves and his length begins to respond. Noctis lets out a soft grunt as his eyes flutter shut, allowing himself to enjoy the touch of the other teen. He hears Gladio gasp softly and opens his eyes slightly, taking a quick glance over and seeing the large brunette touching himself while also looking away. Noct’s breath hitches suddenly, him hitting a quick release and panting out. His head drops and looks down, watching as Gladio pulls his hand away as he picks up his own pace before hitting his climax with a constrained grunt. Gladio slowly moves towards his bag and pulls out some wipes, handing them to the other teen.

“Here, use these to clean up.” he says and wipes off his hands. “You feel better?”

“Umm yeah, uh, thanks, Gladio.” Noct says, deeply blushing and wiping himself up. As he finishes, he realizes the rain had finally stopped. “Hey, it cleared up, should we maybe look for stones and something to burn?”

“I’ll go, you stay here.” Gladio says and takes out a pack of crackers and a water bottle.

The older boy reclothes in his mildly damp garments and sets off, leaving the other to mull over what just went down. Noctis’ cheeks flourish a deep red and his heart thumps rapidly in his chest as his mind spins. Does this mean that maybe Gladio likes him, or was he doing what he believed was his duty and ensure the Prince’s family jewels didn’t freeze off? Noct decided he would just let it go, feeling awkward enough as is. The older male returns a while later with some stones, sticks, and brush that was thankfully dry, but too he had something that made the teen relieved. It was his bag.

“How’d you find that?”

“I went down by the riverside and seen something caught on some rocks.” he says and dumps the stuff onto the ground before setting up the rock circle.

Noct grabs up the bag and opens it, finding that thankfully no water got through meaning his blanket wasn’t soaked. Gladio gets a small fire going, removing his clothing again and laying them plus Noct’s close by enough to dry. He rolls his eyes at the teen who is comfortably bundled up in his blanket now before taking a seat by the fire. Noctis looks at his Shield and purses his lips, then decides to move forward and wraps the blanket around them both while cuddling against him.

“Sorry, Gladio.”

The older teen looks down at him and smiles. “Heh, it’s fine. We survived the wilderness and umm, had a bonding moment.” he says with a blush.

“Bonding moment, sure, we’ll call it that.” Noctis snorts and snuggles closer, yawning deeply.

Day eventually breaks for the teens, redressing and collecting up their gear to head to the rendezvous point where a Crowsnguard was going to pick them up at. While most would call their exertions a disaster, they found it to be eye-opening and something they could laugh about as they got older. Even when they would have to camp later on in their adult life, they’d remember back to that day and make jokes.

“Yo, Gladio, can you give me a hand here?” Noct asks his companion as he tries to tether down the tent.

“I already did six years ago, you’re a big boy now, take care of it yourself.” Gladio snorts as he sets down some more equipment.

The two men share a look and crack up, leaving the other two men with them bewildered as to what is so funny.

It's a real shame that the game really glossed over chapter 14 since as a concept it sounds really cool, but in delivery it just really feels like ten years passed because square said so. Sure there's clear deterioration in the world, but I really wish there was more in terms of the characters. Give me Noct, in a body that's not his own, surrounded by his friends that are all so different.
Obviously, their base personalities should still be in check, but things have clearly changed. Maybe Ignis has gotten so used to calculating loses into the equation that it seems he's gone cold, ready to accept people will die. Prompto's shown to have some serious symptoms of anxiety and depression, maybe those have spiraled out of control and into unhealthy coping mechanisms over the years. As for Gladio, I can't imagine the toll of having failed doing the one task he was literally raised to do hit him well, and he's the one that initiated the drift in the group.

I dunno.

+ Noct being overwhelmed by how much his friends have changed in what seemed like two minutes to him that he gets caught in some sort of existential quagmire
++ The lack of communication over the years leads to poor teamwork.

I'm cool with basically any ship if a filler wants to slip that in, but I do have a preference for promptis

YASSS! MY BODY IS READY!

Filled with Ignis/Noctis here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12802425

(I hope I'm doing this right, never done the kinkmeme thing before.)

Don't care if it's platonic or romantic, I just want fun fluffy feels.

OP: Oh, wow anon! I can already tell this is going to shred my heart. Poor Iggy </3 I can't wait to read more. *sets up camp*

I really love the Nox Fleuret!Ignis prompts and haven't seen any filled yet so here's another one:

Noct defeats Ardyn immediately after sealing the covenants. Luna survives along with redeemed!Ravus so it's all systems go arranging Noctis and Luna's wedding and helping Insomnia recover.

Noctis discovers correspondence between Regis and Sylvia which reveals Ignis is her youngest (illegitimate) child. Ravus and Luna take the news well and seem delighted to welcome Ignis into the family.

Ravus decides that obviously his little brother will be returning to Tenebrae with him after the wedding. And he certainly needs to stop seeing that behemoth of a Shield, there are far more suitable partners for a member of House Fleuret!

Noctis reminds Ravus that Ignis has effectively been HIS brother for 15 years so he'll be staying in Insomnia, thank you very much! And if Iggy and Gladio want to get married, Noctis will officiate the wedding himself!

Nobody bothers to ask Ignis (or Gladio) what they want, and everything gets a little overwhelming. They decide to elope!

As long as it features a genuinely happy Ravus (even if he only gets one moment) I will happily accept it

With Cor, Ignis can give up all control, letting himself surrender to the relief of being told what to do while also being well taken care off.

++ if you can work spanking & daddy kink in there.

Red mages are rare and persecuted in Eos, so years ago a woman label as a witch got pregnant with twins and gave them up so they would be safe. 20-30 yrs later, they somehow figure it out.

After slaping Luna durring he rite, "Im sorry, was it sexist to hit you? Would it have been more sexist NOT to hit you, 2000 years its so hard to keep track of these rules," *shrugs. STAB*

I...im sorry...ill just show myself out now...

Oh gosh please. Yes pleeeaaase.

A really quick update before work!

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“That your girlfriend?” she asks when he hangs up.

Gladio laughs. “Nah. Just my roommate. He probably heard I’m back in town and wants to know where I am.”

There’s no harm in that, right? In a little lie? It’s not like it’s hurting anyone.

The woman looks him up and down, her smirk softening into a smile. “The name’s Julia. Nice to officially meet you. You’re not nearly as scary as I thought you’d be.”

“You thought I’d be scary?”

“Well, all the hunters say you were the King’s Shield,” she says with a shrug, trading the bartender a five-gil note for a bottle of beer. “Figured you had to be pretty badass, a no-bullshit kind of person. I didn’t think you’d give a nobody like me the time of day.”

“Trust me, you’re exactly the kind of girl I like,” Gladio says. No point beating around the bush. Not in a world like this, where tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. He’s come to realize that if he wants something, he has to act on it. “You’re heading back to Meldacio in the morning?”

“Yeah,” she says softly. She moves a little closer, until her bare arm brushes his. “I’m great company, if you’re interested.”

“I’ll bet you are.”

She opens her mouth to say something else, but his phone buzzes again, insistently, lighting up with Ignis’s name. Scowling, Gladio answers it.

“Yeah?” he says.

“Gladio,” Ignis says, his voice thick with relief. “I’ve been trying to reach you. Iris says your hunting party returned an hour ago. Where are you?”

“Just having a drink,” Gladio says curtly.

Ignis is silent for a couple of heartbeats before he says, “When will you be home?”

Gladio sighs and digs in his pocket for his wallet. “Ten minutes. Okay?”

“All right,” Ignis says, after another lengthy silence. “I’ll see you then.”

Gladio hangs up and throws a couple of bills down on the counter. When he looks up, Julia’s studying him, eyes curious, the backs of her fingers stroking his forearm. He ain’t gonna lie, it’s real nice. It’d be nicer if her finger stroked him somewhere else, though. He has to bite back a grunt as he imagines her hand grasping his cock. Her perfect plump lips closing around him.

“Your roommate again?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Gladio says. He downs the rest of his beer and hands her his phone. “I’d better go. But hey—can I get your number? Maybe we can meet up next time you’re in town.”

“Sure.” She accepts the device, and he watches as she sends herself a text. “I’m usually here every couple of weeks. You can always come down to Meldacio, too. Just ask around for me if you’re in the area.”

Gladio nods, pocketing his phone. “Thanks. Guess I’ll see you around.”

She smiles at him. “Count on it.”

This in not the kind of thing I usually write but for some reason it's calling to me. I'm imagining a 5+1, five times Noctis had to explain what gray ace was and one time he was relieved he didn't have to (bc that person is also gray ace?) Not promising anything, but I'll add it to my list.

yes please!

+100

OP again! Thanks so much for filling this anon, I am loving it so far!

Basically Gladio is an alpha and Ignis a beta, they were in a relationship . I just want to see their relationship from their different perspectives, Gladio thinks that they are kinda mated and wants to do and act like they are, and Ignis being a beta just see as a normal relationship and nothing more

Noctis and Prompty are some hoity-toity affair, bored out of their minds when they spy a chocolate fountain and come up with a game: they're stick random things that should never be covered in chocolate in it, and whoever gags first loses.

-Gladio egging them on like the bro he is.
-Ignis knows he should stopping them but he can't pass up an opportunity to make Noct eat his veggies so he dares him to eat all the veggies which Noctis does because he like winning more than he hates vegtables.

Glad it made your day OP! :D

I want to see what Luna and Noctis wrote to each other for those twelve years that Squeenix never showed us.

It is, or was he even trying to really keep quiet? ;D

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Prompt Post Round Six

Gladio/Noctis, human furniture

Re: Gladio/Noctis, human furniture

[FILL: 1/?] Gladnis; break up and make up

Fill Gladio/Noct - Cuddlong for body heat trope

Gen or Any, Noct returns from his ten year depression nap to find his friends have changed. a lot.

Re: Gen or Any, Noct returns from his ten year depression nap to find his friends have changed. a lo

FILL: Noctis/Any bro lookalike, Substituting for them

Gen or Noctis/Prompto, Tickle fight

Re: [FILL: 1/?] Gladnis; break up and make up

Gladnis and Lunoct - Noct and Ravus have a Brother Off

Re: Gen or Ravus/Any, make him laugh

Ignis/Cor - Dom/sub relationship

Ignis and Arenea are twins separated at birth

Re: The Ardynpool AU

Re: Gladio/Noctis, human furniture

Re: Ignis/Cor - Dom/sub relationship

[FILL: 2/?] Gladnis; break up and make up

Re: Gen or Any/Noctis; Ace!Noct Conversation.

Re: any chocobro, sickfic, crying

Re: [FILL: 2/?] Gladnis; break up and make up

Gladiolus/Ignis - ABO Dynamics, different views on their relationship

Noctis + Prompto, Chocolate Fountain Hijinks

Re: Fill Gladio/Noctis talking on the phone in the middle of sex

Luna + Noctis, Twelve Years of Notes

Re: Fill Gladio/Noctis talking on the phone in the middle of sex