Nov 23, 2023
I KINDA LIKE THEM 🫢
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I KINDA LIKE THEM 🫢
Could I trouble you for some Promptis, neck kink? I will be ecstatic if they are in a situation where one of them can't do anything about it (consentual, just cheeky timing - i.e. when one of them is driving, holding something heavy, etc) <3
Hello my darling, your prompts are always welcome, I hope you like what I came up with! <3
Driving around through the Duscaean countryside had been neat the first week. Tolerable the second. But by now, Prompto was just bored.
“Are we there yet?” he whined, turning in his seat to give puppy-dog eyes to Ignis and Gladio.
Gladio was wrapped up in his novel as usual and didn’t response. Ignis looked up from his recipe notebook and gave Prompto a patient smile. “Soon. Why don’t you take more photographs? Or perhaps a nap?” The car gave an unsettling lurch as Noctis jerked it back into their proper lane, causing Ignis to wince and glance at the back of Noct’s head. “I admit either option might prove… challenging.”
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When Gladio and Ignis are apart, Ignis sends him photos. Sometimes it gets awkward when Gladio has company ;)
Everybody Lives AU
BECAUSE WHY THE HELL NOT
Gladio is on a ten day training mission the first time it happens, two days in and apparently Ignis, not content with sending him an hourly message reporting on his day has started sending him photos.
When his phone buzzes Gladio doesn’t think much of it and pulls it out expecting to see another text from Iggy detailing the minutes from some boring as shit council meeting instead it’s a picture of his lover with his shirt open giving him bedroom eyes. Gladio’s face contorts and he shoves the phone away before any of the other Glaives beside him at their campfire can see.
“You alright there Big Guy?” Someone notices his furtive look and claps him on the shoulder.
Gladio nearly throws his phone into the fire. “Fine.” He grunts managing to school his expression into some form of neutrality. Ifrit’s flaming arse, the last thing he needs is for a bunch of soldiers to know he’s getting sent dirty pictures, he’d never hear the end of it. Honestly Ignis could not have picked a worse time.
The second time it happens, Gladio is sitting next to Cor in the Officer’s Mess, Ignis has gone to Tenebrae with Lunafreya on some diplomatic… thing, Gladio can’t remember what. They’ve been apart for four days this time and the only person more upset at their absence than Gladio is His Royal Crankiness who is sulking like a child because he misses his wife.
His phone buzzes and Gladio, still stuffing galura stew into his face (it’s not as good as Ignis’ but then nothing is) opens the message. He chokes on his dinner, it’s another picture, in it Ignis is wearing a tie, and only a tie.
“Amicitia?” Cor leans over and starts smacking him on the back. “What in the stars is wrong with you man?”
Gladio slams his phone face down onto the table so hard for a moment he’s worried he’s cracked the screen and grabs his beer skaling it in one long pull. “Nothing.” He wheezes. “Nothing.”
“By the Six man, what’s the King going to do if a bowl stew kills his bodyguard?”
Gladio slips his phone back into his pocket,mercifully Cor hadn’t seen the message. Gladio was going to have to have FIRM words with Ignis about his timing. This would have been far worse than the other Glaives finding out, in fact he couldn’t actually imagine a worse scenario.
The third time it happens Gladio is in Galadin Quay with his family, it’s his mother’s birthday and she had insisted on a week long holiday with Iris, Gladio and Clarus (Ignis had been invited but he’d declined, Noct couldn’t afford to have the two of them away for that long especially not with the baby coming)
The four of them are having drinks on the deck looking out over the water, the sea breeze is cool and the sunset is painting the sky riotous colours. He’s three days into the holiday and even though Ignis is in Insomnia only a day’s drive away he’s missing him terribly. He smiles when he hears his message tone, ready to reply saying he’d just been thinking about Iggy but he stops dead at the picture Ignis has sent.
In it he’s got one of Gladio’s old hoodies on, long bare legs tucked up against his chest, this picture has a caption. It smells like you, it reads. Something in Gladio’s chest goes tight and he smiles down at his phone like an idiot.
“What are you looking at so happily Brother?” Iris asks next to him.
Gladio goes to show her but another message comes through, another picture. Ignis has taken off the hoodie… there’s nothing on underneath. Gladio fumbles his phone accidentally flinging it up into the air. He watches it arc high tumbling end over end, landing in squarely in his father’s outstretched hand. Gladio takes a hasty second to mentally review his last will and testament because he knows he will die of embarrassment right here on this spot if his father sees what’s on his phone.
Clarus extends the phone back toward him, “you should be more careful my son. Clumsiness is not an acceptable trait in a King’s Shield.”
“Clarus.” Gladio’s mother admonishes. “Don’t talk to your son like that.”
It takes all of Gladio’s willpower not to snatch the phone from his father instead taking it slowly with forced casualness. “Sorry.” He says.
Clarus turns back to his wife giving her, her refilled drink and Gladio counts his blessings, Iris is still looking at him curiously but Gladio doesn’t elaborate or make any further efforts to show her his phone lest more pictures are incoming.
This is the worst time he decides. This is the absolute worst possible time his boyfriend could be sending him naked pictures. No way in the nine hells is Ignis topping this.
The fourth time it happens Gladio is sitting in the Royal apartments sprawled on Noctis and Luna’s couch. They’ve been taking it in turns trying to soothe the fussy new Crown Princess.
“C’mon Nova… sleep please.” Prompto moans jigging back and forth, the screaming baby held against his shoulder.
“The night and the moon made a baby that won’t sleep.” Gladio says tiredly. “What a surprise.”
“You’re not helping.” Prompto says sulkily.
Lunafreya, with her endless grace and patience gets to her feet. “Here Prompto I can take her.”
“No I’ve got her.” Noctis says taking their daughter from Prompto. “Come here Little Star. I think desperate times call for desperate measures… it’s time for the song.”
There was a chorus of groans,
“Oh no Noct please.”
“Your Majesty I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“If it gets her to sleep, I will listen to the damn song again.” Noctis says as he begins to pace.
Gladio pulls his phone out, “I’ve got the video saved I’ll play it.” He says and then in his sleep deprived haze he accidently clicks on the wrong album. Opening saved pictures instead of saved videos.
“Is that Ignis?” A voice behind his shoulder asks.
Gladio goes ridgid. His King, the man he has sworn to protect, the man he’s known since he was a scrawny, spoiled kid is looking down at the incredibly compromising pictures of his friend,steward and chief advisor on Gladio’s phone.
“Yes.” Gladio says.
Noctis snorts, “hey Prompto you might want to give Iggy some pointers about lighting and composition.”
Prompto lifts his head from Lunafreya’s shoulder. “Huh? Uh yeah sure okay.”
“That will not be necessary.” Ignis snaps and there is such righteous indignation on his face that Lunafreya, of all people laughs.
And then the rest of them are laughing too.
In the end Gladio wipes tears from his eyes and plays the world’s most annoying song for Stellanova who finally, finally stops screaming and drifts to sleep.
Of all the people who could have seen he thinks, it could have been worse.
Ignis comes over and sits beside him holding his hand.
Yes, Gladio thinks. It could have been far worse.
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Slyfox, number 15: meeting in the E.R/A&E au :D
Carmelita had seen him before, a young raccoon about her own age who was often in here the same nights as her. His injuries tended to vary, wrists in slings, bandaged ankles, ice packs held against his head.
Tonight it seemed there was something up with his ribs, he was sitting on the bed next to her, his shirt off, his torso swathed in bandages.
“Hi.” He grinned at her. “Come here often?”
“Not as often as you I don’t think.” Carmelita said shifting on the bed trying to get comfortable while still keeping her leg elevated.
“Oh yeah I’m a rewards club member, I’ve got a loyalty card and everything. I’m one punch away from a free appendectomy.”
“You’re definitely one punch away from something. What do you do that keeps winding you up in here? I know I’ve seen you before.”
“I’m.. an… acrobat.” He gestured at himself. “I just… fall a lot.”
“Maybe it’s time for a new profession, no offence.”
He just continued to smile at her, the same easy grin. “None taken. What about you? I’ve seen you too, how do you keep ending up in here?”
“I’m a cop.” Carmelita said proudly. “Sometimes the perps get in a lucky hit.”
He blinked a little in surprise, Carmelita was used to that though and then his face cracked into a wide, cheeky grin… that was less usual. “Sly.” He said, leaning forward and offering her his hand to shake. He grimaced as the movement caused his injury to twinge.
“Carmelita.” Carmelita said, she reached out but between his injury and her leg she only managed to brush the tips of his fingers and he continued to smile that warm crooked grin at her and Carmelita felt a rush that a simple smile and a moment of contact should not have inspired in her.
“So did you catch him?”
“What?”
“The perp who got in the lucky hit.” He pointed at her ankle.
“I always do.” Carmelita said. “I was chasing a bat who thought he could get away from me over the rooftops because he had wings and I didn’t. I tackled him off the roof and… well….” She shrugged. “I landed badly.”
“Well that makes two of us.” He laughed. “Like I said I’ve seen you here before too and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to have dinner sometime…?”
“Are you seriously asking me out?”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying. You know the glare of the fluorescent lights, the smell of antiseptic, it just really sets the mood.”
Carmelita dug one of her cards out of her jacket and threw it to him, offering a small smile. He certainly seemed nice enough and really what was the worst that could happen?
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If it helps, they’re fake. Someone just wanted to be an asshole on Keith’s birthday
That’s what I gathered from the comments anyway, though I still need a solid proof aside from “someone said that someone did...”
Amicitia Family scrabble nights *_*
*The Everybody Lives AU returns*
(because I say so)
The Amicitia family get together once a week to play scrabble and a few weeks into the two of them dating Gladio starts inviting Ignis along. Ignis is at first reluctant to intrude on his partner’s ‘family time’ but Gladio, Iris and finally even Clarus insist and he relents.
It is the first and only time he attends.
On their way up the steps of the Amicitia family home Gladio catches Ignis’ arm,
“Oh Iggy I should warn you about our games they can… uh… that is Iris and I…”
Ignis frowns. “After everything we have faced, after all the things we have fought I am certain I can handle a game of scrabble Gladio.”
Gladio’s mouth twisted. “Okay but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The evening starts out normally enough, Ignis speaks with Aster and Iris about Iris’ training to join the Queen’s service. Clarus almost begins a lecture but Aster cuts him off with an exasperated sigh.
“Oh Clarus my love, not tonight. Shall we play?”
The five of them begin and Ignis notices his boyfriend is deploying a pattern in his word usage.
Bang, ridgid, heat, core, member.
He’s ready to blame Gladio’s love of trashy romance novels when he sees Iris, smiling all sweetness and light lay out throbbing on the board.
Ignis chokes on his drink, coughing and spluttering, scrambling for his handkerchief as tea spurts out his nose.
“Alright there Scientia?” Clarus doesn’t even bat an eyelid, either he’s used to this or he’s oblivious.
“Quite, quite.” Ignis wheezes. “Just… uh went down the wrong pipe.”
Aster tuts, “Gladio darling, get Ignis some water.”
“Sure Ma.” Gladio gets to his feet and Clarus ‘harrumphs’. Gladio coughs, blushing slightly. “I mean. Yes Mother, of course.”
Aster swats her husband. “Will you stop being such an old fusspot for five minutes Clarus?”
Ignis takes a long drink from the glass Gladio passes him only to choke again as Aster builds off Iris’ throbbing to make length. She then winks at him, a conspiratorial smile on her lips. Eyes wide behind his glasses Ignis looks from one member of the family to the next finally settling on his boyfriend. Gladio just shrugs and gives him a look that very plainly says ‘I tried to warn you.’
Clarus takes his turn and places sword building off a loins previously placed by Gladio and the two Amicitia siblings begin to giggle. Clarus frowns at his children, “is something funny?”
“No Father, it’s nothing.” Iris says quickly. “That’s nine points for you, oh and on a double word score so eighteen.”
Ignis cannot concentrate for the rest of the game, by the end there is almost an entire manuscripts worth of tawdry innuendos splayed across the board. He is red in the face and sore from his surprise coughing fits and excuses himself very hastily once the pieces have all been packed away.
“Of course my dear, an advisor to the Crown’s work is never done.” Aster beams. “Thank you for joining us, it is so nice to have a fresh perspective on the board.” Her smile turns cunning, just for a moment and Ignis is reminded of a long ago battle cry ‘never underestimate an Amicitia’
Ignis forces a smile, makes his farewells and hauls Gladio with him out into the night. “By the Six, is it ALWAYS like that or did you just want to make a fool of me?”
“No it’s always like that. Iris and I don’t keep score on the board anymore, it’s all about how much we can get away with without Father noticing.”
“But your Mother…”
“Ma figured out what we were doing five minutes in to the first game we ever played.” Gladio shrugged tossing Ignis his keys.
“And she just… goes along?”
Gladio laughed heartily, “it is her ongoing mission to spell out ‘cunnilingus’ on the board to see if that’ll finally get a rise out of Father. She knows what she’s doing.”
Ignis sank weakly into the driver’s seat. “Indeed.”
“So… you want to come next week?”
Sighing heavily Ignis started the car. “I think my dearest, I shall have to pass.”