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Yes please @_@

this whole prompt is turning into a meme

WHO LIKES TO SUFFER
I SURE DO, I GUESS

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Cor burst into the waiting room of the Citadel infirmary to find a crowd of people clustered by the front desk.

“I swear, we didn’t know,” Prince Noctis was saying, standing with the King near the corner of the room. “He just, he fainted, and then he started coughing this black stuff, and Gladio had to carry him, and I—“

“It wasn’t his highness’ fault, Your Majesty,” Ignis, prince Noctis’ prodigy of an advisor, insisted. “I suggested we go to the planetarium, and it wore him out—“

“Sir, tell me he ain’t gonna die from it.” Gladio asked Clarus, who was looking over a thick clipboard of notes. “He was just tired—”

“Marshal.” Clarus saw Cor at last, and placed a comforting hand on his son’s arm before turning his way. “We are needed within.”

“So soon?” Cor asked. Clarus gave him a warning look, and Cor glanced at the frantic young men throwing themselves into a spiral of panic. It wouldn’t do to escalate the situation. He nodded and followed Clarus into the hall leading towards the operating room. Clarus’ slow pace immediately quickened, and Cor trotted to keep up, a lump of fear weighing tight in his chest.

“Brace yourself,” Clarus said. Cor took a deep breath. “The doctors say he’s losing blood. They’re giving him transfusions, but the boy… well, you’ll need to see for yourself, I’m afraid.”

Clarus pulled gloves and a smock off a peg on the wall, and Cor followed suit, fitting them on awkwardly. Then he was led into a small room lit by a bright blue overhead light, where three doctors stood over—

Prompto writhed on the table, eyes squinted shut, fingers clenched so tight that his nails dug into his palms. One of the doctors tried to hold him still, but he fought him off, showing remarkable strength for a boy of seventeen, and nearly fell. Cor lunged forward and placed firm hands on Prompto’s arms.

When the boy opened his eyes at the touch, his teeth bared in a guttural snarl.

“Easy, kid,” Cor said. He squinted at a grey smear on the side of the boy’s mouth, and looked back at Clarus, a question in his eyes. Clarus tapped the corner of his eyes and pointed to Prompto, and Cor followed his lead.

Liquid blackness trailed like tear tracks down the side of Prompto’s cheeks.

“You’ve seen this before,” Clarus said. Around them, the doctors re-fitted Prompto with an IV, now that he was no longer thrashing on the table. “You know what this is, Cor.”

Cor reached out and touched the oily stain on the boy’s cheeks. He did know this. It was the same liquid he’d cleaned off of his blades in the night outside of the city, the puddles that lingered on the ground after his enemies had dissolved in the first rays of the morning sun.

“This isn’t a drug, Clarus,” Cor said, in a voice that shook.

“I know,” Clarus replied.

Both men stood in silence, staring at the blackness on Cor’s fingers.

“Daemon,” Cor said, at last. “It’s the blood of a daemon.” He wiped his hand off on his pants, making the King’s Shield scowl. “That’s what they’ve been feeding him. It’s not a drug. It’s blood.”

“Could he have been a daemon all this time?” Clarus asked. “In disguise, like the Ronin—“

“No.” Cor spat the word. “I found him in the sunlight.”

“Cor,” Clarus said. “If the boy isn’t fully human, you know what we’ll have to do.”

Cor looked down on the hissing, pain-stricken boy on the table below him, and nodded. He knew.

The doctors said that they only needed one person to hold Prompto down, and Clarus brooked no argument when Cor insisted on staying. He spoke softly to the boy as he gripped him by the arms, but he hardly paid attention to his own words. He just needed to speak, to make sure that there was something, anything, familiar for the boy to hold onto. For the longest time, Prompto showed no signs of knowing who he was, let alone who was standing over him. He hissed and spat, his red eyes glowing as dark blood stained his chest, the table, Cor’s hands and sleeves. At last, his gaze seemed to focus, and he turned his face up to Cor’s.

“You,” he said.

“Welcome back,” Cor told him. “How are you feeling?”

“I wish I wasn’t,” he said, and Cor smiled wryly. He sat on a low stool next to the boy, and slowly released his grip on his arms. Prompto twitched, but didn’t move, and the doctors around them breathed a collective sigh of relief.

“Am I dying?” Prompto asked.

“No,” said Cor, but it felt like a lie. Prompto grimaced.

“We’re not supposed to be afraid,” he said. The black ichor that ran down the boy’s eyes and nose was thick and sluggish, and his teeth were stained with it. “When we’re deployed. An MT that fears death is defective.” It sounded like he was quoting someone. “I’ve always been defective.”

Cor thought of the rumors that surrounded his own name on the field. Cor the Immortal. The man who emerged alive from battles that had taken out entire squadrons, the man who entered the fray in a team and stepped out of it alone. A coward, a man so afraid of death that he would sacrifice his men to stave it off one day longer. It didn’t matter if the rumors were true or not. He was afraid, had always been afraid. The specter of his fear would follow him for the rest of his life.

“You aren’t defective,” he told the boy. He gripped Prompto’s hand, and wondered what could have been said to comfort him when he was that age, stepping into his army fatigues for the first time and into the chaos of a gunfight. “Being afraid, surviving it, it makes you human.”

The boy who had been an MT soldier let out a gruesome, rasping laugh.

Cor reached out with his free hand and brushed back Prompto’s light blond hair, trying not to wince at the heat of his scalp and the tremor in his skin. Prompto closed his eyes and let out a shuddering sigh, and Cor felt that unfamiliar pull in his chest again. He shifted closer and squeezed the boy’s hand in his.

“I’ll stay with you, Prompto,” he said, in a soft voice. “Whatever happens, you won’t go through it alone.”

Cor was roused a few hours later by one of the doctors.

“The worst is over,” she said. Her voice sounded hoarse, and she looked as worn as Cor felt. “My guess—and this is all hypothetical, Marshal—is he’ll keep this up until his eyes change. Look.” She lifted the right eyelid of the sleeping boy, revealing lines of white tracing over the red. “He’ll need more transfusions before it’s done, so we’ll need to keep. Keep a nurse with him.” She swayed, and sat on the stool next to Cor. “My apologies.”

“Where are the others?” Cor asked. She shrugged.

“It got ugly, Marshal. They’re recovering. Something about contact with the… blood… wore on them. On us. Good thing some of us have stamina, huh?” She rubbed Prompto’s shoulder with a gloved hand. “The Six alone know how he manages to live with that inside him.”

“Can he be moved?” Cor asked her.

“Clarus ordered for the necessary equipment to be delivered to his room an hour ago.” The doctor said, with a smile. “We’ve been waiting on you.”

When Cor wheeled out the still unconscious Prompto into the waiting room, he was surprised to find Gladiolus, Noctis, and Ignis asleep in an unruly pile in the corner. Ignis woke first, and nudged the others awake in his scramble to look halfway presentable.

“He’s alright?” Ignis asked. Cor nodded, and tapped his lips for silence. The prince and his friends followed him out of the room, trailing him down the halls. Like ducklings, he thought, bemused.

Gladio, Ignis, and Noct were convinced to leave Prompto alone for the night, but Cor stayed in the cell, back to the wall at Prompto’s bedside, for the rest of the evening.

“Cor.” He opened his eyes with a jolt. The room was dark, but the red of Prompto’s eyes glowed with an unsteady, flickering light. “Cor.”

“’m here,” he said. He scrubbed at the beginnings of a beard along his jaw, and sighed.

“I feel terrible,” Prompto said.

“Good. Means you’re alive.”

Prompto blinked, and the glow of his eyes was like a set of embers against his thin lids. “I knew a defective MT once. Not knew, really. Trained with her.”

“She probably wasn’t really defective, Prompto,” Cor said, gently.

“I know. I don’t think she was. She was just… sad, and she let it show. I think a lot of us were, but we knew how to hide it.” He sighed. “Sometimes you’d hear MTs go wild in their containment cells. Those are the best ones. The ones who don’t feel anything at all.”

“The rules are different, here,” Cor said. “You aren’t an MT anymore.”

“Is it okay to be scared of that?” Prompto asked. Cor nodded.

“Yeah. It’s okay.”

There was a long silence, and then the lights of Prompto’s eyes left a trail of fire in the darkness as he rolled over. “Cor,” he said, in the soft buzz that was his whisper.

“Mm?”

“Thank you.” The boy curled up on the thin sheet of the bed, and his fingers ghosted over Cor’s shoulder. “For staying.”

“Any time, kid,” Cor said. “Any time.”

I'm sorry Anon - I can't draw for shit but I saw this prompt and I just had to try.

https://p.fuwafuwa.moe/qhkpyc.jpg

I don't where you'd fit this in timeline, but but Gladio taking Prompto to get a tatto over his barcode would give me happy feels.

+Tatto aftercare with Gladio kissing it better.
++++This isn't the first barcode the tatooist covered up.
+++++++It ain't the last either.

*raises hand* ME. I ENJOY SUFFERING IMMENSELY. ;_;

Welp, that was horrific. And fascinating. Daemon blood. Holy fuck. :-(

But also: YAY for Cor! And YAY for the chocobros!

This fic is amazing.

I love everything that's happening here. It's so cute. Everyone is so cute. I want to live in this fic.

other author!non

No horror here, only heroes!! aahh loved yours it was so super awesome! and I think any similarity can be chalked up to agreement on noct's thirst which is an association I am proud to be a part of

OP here again.

I left home early today and just got back. This was literally the first thing I did after sitting down after being on the run all day. As I waited for the internet to kick back in, I whispered to the screen: "Come on, one more chapter." And lo and behold: there were TWO.

I loved everything about this. Cor continues to be the best dad ever. Prompto not even being able to handle toast absolutely broke my heart. Shenanigans with the chocobros in the hall gave me life: the wheelchair race, and pictures with Ignis' phone, and Gladio letting him take the photography book with them.

And then the most recent chapter, with the daemon blood withdrawals. I mean... poor Prompto, for going through all of that, but I have so much hope now that he'll be able to shake off some of the effects of the experiments. Poor baby. He needs all of the nice things. :(

God I wish I were any good at writing because I love this prompt

Like he has enough evil shit going on in his everyday life. Ardyn genuinely enjoys making people feel good in bed. It's like the one connection to the sweet dude he probably was in the past. Whether that means treating his partners gently, going rough if they want it, cuddling, whatever. Everyone quickly learns that he is THE guy to bang because he'll treat you right AND pet your hair afterwards and call you beautiful.

This really disturbs people who know how weirdly antagonistic he is, normally.

OP prefers Ardyn/Ravus but any pairing is fine!

jfc someone please save us 4

glad you enjoy it!

also, question, whenever the choking kink comes in, are you okay with it happening if it comes to that?

just to make sure if it's okay

so... i couldn't think of a title for this but... here you are! this is why i think the snake lady thought prompto was her child!

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She remembered. A freckled face. Blond hair. Withe skin. Rosy cheeks. Chubby hands. Small body. Just walking.

She remembered her son.

She remembered the pain. After the conception. The darkness entering her body and her baby. The pain during the birth. How her son wasn’t like the others boys. He didn’t have black eyes. More pain. It wasn’t “He”, it was “It”.

She remembered the curiosity. Why her “unit” wasn’t like the others? Where did all the darkness that was supposed to be inside him go? Why the darkness that they put inside it after his creation didn’t stay there?

She remembered the fear. The man with the reddish hair came. He too was curious about her unit. They decided to implant more darkness inside it, more than whatever unit could resist without breaking.

it was her unit. She didn’t want it broke. She didn’t want it dark. She wanted for it to walk on it’s own. She wanted for it to accomplish big things in the future. She wanted for it to grow.

She wanted him to live.

And so she remembered how she took him, how she ran away with him in her arms, feeling his warm body. She knew just one place for the two of them to be safe. Insomnia. And so she crossed the ocean. But she couldn’t go closer than Duscae. She was so close but so far at the same time.

And then the darkness came.

And she knew where the darkness that was supposed to be inside her son was.

It was inside her.

It hurt.

it hurt it hurt it hurtithurt ithurtithu rt ithu rtith ur tit hur ti th urt———-

Her son. Her son was crying. Her son was getting wet with the rain. She must keep him dry. She must keep him warm. She must——-

Who is that man? Why is he taking her son? Don’t— It’s her son—! Not yours—! Give it- give it back! Where—-? Where is he going? Where is he going with her son?! He looked at her. He says something— What is he saying?

“…orry… i couldn’t sav…uo… but i wi… ve your son…”

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And then the man walked away with the child he found besides the dying body of a woman attacked by daemons probably. The child was fine. But the woman was covered in horrible cuts way too big for her to live. What the man didn’t know was, that the cut where from her body changing. Changing to became one of those daemons.

The man saw that the kid carried a barcode in his right wrist. If he wanted to go back to his home with his wife and the child, he should keep the barcode out of sight. So he ripped a piece of his clothes and tied it in the child wrist, not before looking at it. There were just numbers. He took 4 of them. 1025. It was going to became a date. His child birthdate. October 25. And so he walked back to her wife. Their mission was completed here and they must talk before going back to their home with their new member.

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“Guys did you hear that?!” They just got inside the stupid cave and the first thing they hear is murmurs. Prompto was already so done with this and the just started!

“Probably daemons. Something obvious given the location we are.” Said Ignis while he walked over to Noctis in the front.

They were inside of Fociaugh Hollow, searching for Ramuh’s mark. They went on and on, fighting with some daemons in the way till they came to a bifurcation.

“So… which way?” Asks Prompto while looking at the others.

“Let’s try for the right one first…” Says Noctis, walking to the path on his right. After a few strides They are at the end of the path, in front of them is some kind of hole where they can’t go down.

“Well, this is a dead end” Said Gladio liking his tongue “Good job Prince Charmless.”

“Hmrgr…” Noctis grunted while going back on his steps.

“Whoa! This is huge! Wait, what is..? AAAHHH!!!!” Prompto’s scream tore the silence and alerted the others, who were already going on the other path. “Dammit, Prompto!!” Noctis ran back to the other side to find that Prompto wasn’t there anymore.

“Its a fucking snake!!!! Gods, this is horrible!!! Let me goo!!!!!!! Why me?!?!?!” Noctis could hear Prompto’s scream from down the hole at the end of the path.

“Noct, this way!” Screamed Ignis from the other tunnel. Noctis ran to the others and at the end of the tunnel they came to an open space with some light coming from the celling that was open on some parts to the outside.

“Gods, Why does this things always happen to me??!?!” Prompto screamed from the other side of the cave. They could hear that he was fighting with something, probably more daemons.

“We are coming Prompto!” Screamed Gladio while fighting some daemons with Noctis and Ignis. After a minute they regrouped with Prompto.

“You right budy?” Asked Noctis while helping Prompto catch some air

“No? I just got kidnaped by some frigging big ass snake to end in the middle of group of daemons, tell if I am right now?!” Prompto thought that he was so done with this cave at the start but now he just wanted to say good bye to it and NEVER came back.

“I think he is right, a little freaked, but right” said Ignis while ruffling Prompto’s hair.

“Come on damsel in distress, we have a mark to get” Teased Gladio before he started to walk in the front, Noctis and Prompto in the middle, and Ignis at the back, just in case anything would happen.

They walked till they saw a part with little to no rocks on it, thats when Prompto started freaking out again.

“Guys, I know she is here, I can feel it!” he hid behind Noctis while they walked to the center. Suddenly, the snake appeared from below them.

“She is here!!!! Help me Noct!!!! Do something!!” While Prompto ran to the back of the group, the snake got closer and that was when they saw that it had a woman’s head. “Do something yourself!” Answered Noctis in a lazy way. Then the snake started to say something while looking at them.

“…my….baby….where is…my….baby…”

“I didn’t know your mother was a snake Prompto!” Joked Gladio in a murmur to Prompto who just scuffed and hid more in the back of Ignis and Gladio. Feeling like going with the joke, Noctis answered the snake “I know where he is” and the snake answered to them.

“That would mean… YOU took him!!!!” The snake screamed and then started to attack them.

They fought it for a while till they finally killed it, but before it melted in a puddle of darkness they heard her for the last time.

“Bring back…my baby…” and just like that she disappeared.

“What was she talking about?” Asked Ignis somewhat disturbed by the fact that a daemon could speak the human language.

“She kept talking about a baby, right? wonder why…” Answered Noctis while looking at the others.

“Well, i just hope her baby is okey and not being another giant snake! I don’t want to deal with another snake!” Prompto got closer tho the others like a way to hide himself if another snake appeared.

“Just like Prompto said, if there is another snake, I don't want to deal with it today so let’s hurry and get that mark so we can go back to the heaven” Gladio started walking to one of the paths hoping it would be the right one. Noctis and Prompto followed him closely while Ignis remained in the back a few seconds thinking.

“Such a curious thing… to think she thought Prompto was her child…” And just like that he started walking to catch the others.

Aaaah, this prompt sings to me a whole lot and man, you got me with Ardyn/Ravus. I'll definitely give this one a shot, just gotta get some time on my hands and get working :'D

This is such a great prompt! The temptation to fill it is so great but I'm working on another one D:

SECONDED!

OP here- now that you mention it, it does make more sense if Prompto were by himself. The bros could find his just as he goes limp in Ardyn's arms as Ardyn just keeps kissing him

But yeah that makes more sense I should have been a bit clearer on that. Thanks for pointing it out, sometimes I have problems with explanations lol

Op here your awesome! Like totally awesome!

just an ABO dynamic with alpha noct.
preferably omega prompto!

Use of his hands is the only freedom Prompto regains. Ardyn is still very much in control of their pace, and he's keeping it slow and torturous. It's been ten minutes, and he still only has two copiously-lubricated fingers inside him, thrusting shallowly in and out. He can barely even feel them, except when Ardyn is generous enough to graze past his prostate.

"Splendid. You're opening up so well for me. Ah, but you're still so wonderfully tight, too...." Ardyn rambles in a deep, purring voice.
"I can hardly wait to feel you squeezing around my cock. I would ask what position you prefer, but I must be a bit selfish... It would be a crime to pass up the opportunity to see such a darling face in the throes of ecstasy, after all."

Pompto moans hoarsely, his fingers digging into Ardyn's shoulders.

"Please, please, f-fuck..!"

"'Please' what?"

"J-just fuck me already--!"

The blond's throat tightens and he has to bite back a sob. He nearly chokes on it as Ardyn sinks into him with one steady push and a deep groan.

"Ah... All you ever had to do was ask properly," He sighs.
"I hope-- mmh... Oh, I hope you can forgive me, but I simply can't hold back any longer..!"

Prompto's toes curl as Ardyn finally-- FINALLY-- begins fucking him. It's hard and fast, and he definitely appreciates the excessive preparation now because there's no discomfort at all. Ardyn kneels upright, towering over the freckled body arching and writhing under him, watching with a dreamy expression. After all that teasing and merciless edging, Prompto doesn't last more than a minute. Every single thrust is calculated and precise, driving the head of Ardyn's cock directly into his prostate, and he doesn't let up even as Prompto clenches tightly around him and paints himself with his release.

Ardyn leans down and nuzzles into the crook of Prompto's neck as he chases his own impending orgasm. He rambles praise endlessly, though Prompto's too far gone to really hear it. His body is oversensitive and does little more than tremble and spasm, teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. His mind can hardly keep up. When Ardyn cums, it's with a heavy shudder and a groan that sounds quite a bit like "Mine." He stays buried within him for a minute to catch his breath, then pulls out and lies beside his blond bedmate.

"I do hope it was worth the wait," he chuckles, stroking Prompto's cheek.

Prompto's nose wrinkles and he sleepily pushes at Ardyn.

"Meeeaaaan... Keeping somebody on edge like that is evil..."

"Well, I've rarely been called a hero."

"Hmf."

Despite his pouting, the satisfaction is evident on Prompto's face and in his body language. After all, he doesn't flinch away when Ardyn tosses a blanket over them both and molds himself against his back. He just huffs again and buries his head a little deeper under the covers before drifting off.

Ardyn remains awake for a few minutes more, just enjoying the warmth, the afterglow, and the sound of Prompto's even breaths.

"Sleep well, my sunflower. We shall meet again soon enough," he whispers in his ear.

"And next time, I shall keep you as my own."

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A/N: sorry for the wait. got caught up in other shit. bleck. also sorry this is so short.

While traveling with Ardyn, the bros notice the following:

+Ardyn acting really weird around Prompto (being all touchy, innuendo , etc)

+Watches Prompto while he's sleeping, like being really extra, daring to touch Prom while he's asleep

+Gladio wakes up one night to find Ardyn touching/kissing Prompto while he's sleeping

++Ignis and Noct catch Ardyn taking pictures of Prom when he isn't looking or when he's sleeping

Nyx, like approximately a third of the Kingsglaive is at least half in love with the king. Can I just have cute fluff with Nyx having his enormous embarrassing crush? (With cameos of other kingsglaive crushes?) Up to authoranon whether it ever becomes requited or not!

Seriously makes me think of this pic:
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C39rw6HUYAAFjUS.jpg

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Re: 10 years later, Noct emerges from the crystal the same age as he went in

Re: Regis - Watching from the other life

FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW

MicroArtfill

Gladio /Prompto, Getting a Tattoo Over the Barcode

Re: FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW

Re: FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW

Re: Fill: Gladio & Iris - Iris paints Gladio's nails, sibling fluff

Re: Fill: Black is the colour

Re: FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW

Re: Ardyn/Ravus, Kissing Bet

Ardyn/Any Ardyn is secretly really sweet in bed

Re: Ardyn, In the next life

Re: FILL - Cam Stars - Gladio/Noctis + Ardyn; camboy couple + stalking

[fill 2.0]Re: [gen] Any/Prompto

Re: Ardyn/Any Ardyn is secretly really sweet in bed

Re: Ignis/Noctis- rejection + missed opportunities

Re: Noct/Chocobro - Regis is NOT happy/accepting of their relationship

OP Here-Re: Gen Chocobros, Ardyn/Prompto non-con kiss at Galdin Quay

Re: [fill 2.0]Re: [gen] Any/Prompto

Alpha Noct pls

FILL: let's start over (3/3 - end)

Ardyn/Prompto, One-Sided + Being Creepy (Gen Chocobros, Ardyn is obsessed with Prompto)

nyx/regis, kingsglaive/regis, unrequited(?) crushing

Re: Gen Chocobros, Ardyn/Prompto non-con kiss at Galdin Quay