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Imago - Prompto/Ardyn - ~86k words / 26 chapters - rated E for gore and violence; please mind the tags!
Made in his father's image, the subject attempts to reach his fully developed stage. Maybe then, he'll be good enough.
older fic finally 100% complete, will be uploaded daily or as near as i can manage
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jennytomlinson99 · 1 year ago
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Miraculum
Summary: Prompto is eight and a half months pregnant, and he goes into labour while Ardyn and Ignis are at the Citadel. His two alphas rush home, and they help Prompto deliver their child together.
Notes: Ardyn Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia/Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Ardyn, Alpha Gladio, Alpha Ignis, AU, Beta Noctis, Childbirth, FTM Prompto, Labor, Mpreg, Omega Prompto, Polyamory, Pregnant Prompto, Trans Male Prompto, etc.
Note: Prompto identifies as male, but he hasn't had any top or bottom surgery because he can't afford it and the Citadel doesn't cover gender affirming care with the insurance they offer to the Crownsguard. Also, this is my first FFXV fic, so please go easy on me.
*
"We'll be back soon, I promise. This is just a standard meeting with the council." Ardyn says before he presses a kiss to Prompto's lips. Prompto clings to him, but Ardyn forces himself to break the kiss. If he doesn't leave with Ignis soon, they're going to be late.
"Please don't go." Prompto's lip quivers as tears well up in his violet-blue eyes.
"I wish I could stay Prom, I really do, but they said the meeting was important. We have to go." Ardyn says sadly.
"But what if I—" Prompto starts to say, but Ardyn places his finger over his lips.
"Shh. You're gonna be ok, I promise. The baby's not due for another two weeks." Ardyn says as he caresses Prompto's cheek.
"O-okay. I-I love you." Prompto sniffles. At eight and a half months pregnant, his emotions were all over the place, and he can't help a tear from falling down his freckled cheek.
"We should be home in an hour or two, okay? I love you sunflower." Ignis walks over and gives Prompto a kiss.
"I love you too." Prompto says softly. He cries as Ardyn and Ignis leave, the house now feeling empty without his husbands.
*
Prompto groans as he gets up from the couch to grab something to eat, and he waddles down the hallway that leads to the kitchen. He's a little out of breath when he reaches the kitchen island, and he breathes deeply as he rubs his pregnant belly with one hand. He rests his other hand on the counter to ground himself.
His once skinny frame was long gone, now replaced with a large and prominent baby bump, and his almost non-existent breasts were now a B cup. He certainly hoped that his body would just 'bounce back' after he'd had the baby, but it was wishful thinking at this point. He also really hopes he can get some top surgery done after he doesn't have to breastfeed anymore.
As Prompto stands at the kitchen island, he feels a pain in his stomach. He gasps as he holds onto his stomach and does the breathing exercises he'd learned at his lamaze class. Doctor Gainsborough had told him that he'd start to experience Braxton Hicks contractions the closer he got to his due date, and this wasn't the first time he'd dealt with them.
"No, no, no, c'mon. Not now." Prompto pleads. He's not supposed to have the baby for another two weeks, but this pain feels different than the other Braxton Hicks contractions he'd had before. It hurts more, and he feels that something is wrong.
Prompto waddles back to the couch to grab his phone, and he speed dials Ardyn. The phone rings a few times before going to voicemail. Ardyn must've turned his phone on silent while they were in the meeting.
Fuck. Prompto thinks. Fucking council and their dumbass meetings. His anxiety rises as Ardyn's voicemail message plays through his phone.
"This is Ardyn Scientia-Caelum. I'm not available right now. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can~." Prompto feels a few tears falling down his cheeks when Ardyn doesn't pick up. The message tone beeps, and he struggles to find something to say.
"Ardyn, i-it's me. I think I'm in labor. I need you and Ignis to come home, please." Prompto says before hanging up. He decides to call Noctis next. Surely his best friend will answer him. Unfortunately, he gets the same response from the prince.
"You've reached Noct! Leave a message!"
"Dammit!" Prompto swears. He doesn't even bother to leave a message. He hangs up and calls Gladio, but Gladio doesn't pick up either.
"This is Gladio. Leave a message."
"What's the point of having a phone if you're not gonna fucking answer it?!" Prompto groans as he sits down on the couch. He dials Ardyn again.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up." Prompto chants. Ardyn's phone goes to voicemail again. "Ardyn, it's me again. Please, you gotta come home. I think the baby's coming." Prompto says worriedly before he hangs up.
Ignis. Ignis will pick up. Prompto thinks. He quickly dials the number. The phone rings a few times before also going to voicemail.
"You've reached Ignis Scientia-Caelum, royal advisor to Prince Noctis. I'm unavailable at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep."
"Gods dammit!" Prompto thinks. "Iggy, it's me. I think I'm in labor. Come home, please." Prompto says before hanging up.
*
Ignis and Ardyn are still in the meeting, and the councilmen are getting nowhere. All that's happening is constant bickering over what bills and laws they should or shouldn't keep, and if they should introduce new ones.
Ignis knows it's rude, but he can't help looking at his phone to check the time. His eyes widen when he sees a notification that he has three missed calls and seven messages from Prompto.
"Grand councilman, I do apologize, but I have to take a moment to call my pregnant husband," Ignis says as he stands up and walks over to the corner of the room. He leans against one of the pillars as he calls Prompto, and Ardyn follows him. "Prom, is everything alright darling?" Ignis asks.
"Iggy. Thank Astrals." Prompto says with relief. After trying to reach him and Ardyn for two hours, one of them finally answered.
"Prompto, what's wrong? You sound distressed dear." Ignis says, and Prompto starts to cry. He's so terrified in this moment, and he needs his alphas.
"I-Iggy, the baby's coming." Prompto sobs as he places his hand over his stomach. He's had five more contractions since the first one, but his water hasn't broken yet.
"Prompto, are you sure you're in labor?" Ignis says, and Ardyn's eyes widen in shock.
"Yes, Ignis. I've already had a few contractions." Prompto replies, and he hears Ardyn saying something in the background.
"Holy Astrals. How far apart are the contractions?" Ignis says. Ardyn continues speaking with one of the high council members in the background, and he notices that they seem a bit angry at their meeting being cut short.
"About twenty minutes." Prompto answers.
"Our child is more important! We're leaving!" Prompto hears Ardyn shout.
"Prompto, we'll be there soon." Ignis says. He pulls Ardyn away from the councilman before their argument can escalate further.
"O-okay. Please don't hang up." Prompto whimpers. More tears fall down his cheeks, and he sniffles.
"I'm right here darling. Did your water break already?" Ignis asks as he and Ardyn start walking down the corridor in the Citadel. They pass by the botanical gardens before reaching the elevator. Prompto always loved the gardens. They'd always find him there after their council meetings. He wasn't of royal status, so he always had to sit outside and wait until they were finished, and he'd taken a hobby in photographing the flora and fauna.
"No." Prompto says.
"Okay, that's good. We can figure out how many centimetres you are once we get home." Ignis says as they take the elevator down. Ardyn grabs the phone from him then.
"Prompto dear, I know you're scared, but it's gonna be okay. Just focus on your breathing. We're leaving right now." Ardyn says. They quickly reach his red Vixen, and once he and Ignis are buckled in, he speeds off to their house. Ardyn hands the phone back to Ignis, and he puts it on speaker.
"Prompto, can you hear me?" Ignis asks.
"Yeah. I can hear you. How far away are you?" Prompto says.
"Considering that Ardyn's speeding, I'd say about ten minutes. I just hope we don't get pulled over." Ignis replies. He places his hand on Ardyn's shoulder, trying to calm the older male.
"The Crownsguard and Glaives know better than to pull over a royal." Ardyn quips as he takes a sharp right.
*
A few minutes later, Prompto hears Ardyn's car pulling into the driveway. He feels another contraction start, and he yelps in pain. He grabs onto his stomach and breathes deeply as the contraction ripples through his body.
"Prompto!" Ignis gasps as he walks inside with Ardyn. They quickly make their way over to their husband.
"Y-you made it. Agh!" Prompto groans, and he reaches for Ignis' hand. He squeezes it as Ardyn sits down next to him and rubs his shoulder.
"Shh. You're ok. We're right here honey. Just breathe." Ardyn says as the contraction passes. Prompto catches his breath and he leans against Ardyn's chest.
"Ardyn, help him undress. I need to check your progress Prompto." Prompto nods, and Ardyn helps him stand. Ardyn pulls his joggers and underwear down for him as Ignis takes the first aid kit out of the hall closet. He sanitizes his hands before putting on some medical gloves and coating two of his fingers with lube.
"Are you good baby?" Ardyn says after he's helped Prompto. He's almost bare naked now, and he blushes a bit. It's not the first time Ignis and Ardyn have seen him like this, but he can't help feeling self conscious.
Prompto nods in response, and he tenses a bit when he feels Ignis' fingers inside him. His body is preparing to birth their child, and everything hurts. He grunts a bit at the feeling.
"Sorry darling. This will only take a few seconds," Ignis says, and Prompto feels his fingers spread a bit. He soon feels Ignis' fingers leave his opening, and he lets out a breath that he didn't know he was holding in. "Okay, you're at four centimetres. Did you want to stay out here, or should we move to the bedroom?"
"I'd rather be in the bed. It's more comfortable." Prompto says.
"Alright, we'll move to the bedroom." Ignis says. Ardyn helps Prompto get up, and they head down the hall to their master bedroom.
*
Twenty minutes later, Prompto has another contraction. "Ardyn, Ignis!" Prompto yells, and Ardyn comes into their room and sits down on their bed.
"I'm here, sunshine. Ignis is in the kitchen grabbing you some ice." Ardyn runs his fingers through Prompto's golden locks as he breathes through the contraction.
"I'm here," Ignis enters the room with a plastic cup of ice. "How are you feeling?"
"Like my insides are being ripped apart." Prompto groans.
"It'll pass dear. Remember to breathe." Ignis coaches as Prompto squeezes his hand.
"Ugh. This sucks. Why does labor have to hurt so much?" Prompto huffs after the contraction has finished.
"I'm sorry darling. I wish there was something we could do." Ignis says as he sits down on the bed.
"All that matters is that you're here. The first two hours by myself were so scary." Prompto says as he leans his head on Ignis' shoulder.
"I'm so sorry dear. We should've been here." Ardyn apologizes.
"It's not your fault. Baby decided to come a couple weeks earlier," Prompto says. "I will be giving the grand councilman a stern talking to though. Alphas need parental leave too, dammit." Ignis laughs softly.
"Yes. They really need to add that." Ignis agrees.
*
A couple hours later...
"Prompto, would you like to walk around a bit? It should help your labor progress easier." Ignis asks. They've been laying in bed while Prompto goes through his contractions, and he can tell that the blonde is getting restless.
"Gods, yes. I need to stretch my legs." Prompto replies, and Ignis helps him off the bed. Ardyn follows close behind them as they head to the living room.
"Did you want to try eating something?" Ardyn asks as he places his hand on Prompto's back.
"I'm okay for now." Prompto replies. He places his right hand on his stomach, and Ignis holds his left while Ardyn rests his hand on his shoulder.
They walk around the room for a while, but nothing changes. Prompto's contractions are still twenty minutes apart, and he starts to get frustrated as the fifth hour rolls by.
"How long is this gonna take?" Prompto whines as he leans his head on Ardyn's shoulder.
"There's no way to know for sure. It's different for everyone, dear. Most first time parents have said that their first child usually takes about twelve to eighteen hours to arrive." Ardyn says.
"Eighteen hours?! I don't want to be in labor for that long! I just wanna meet our baby." Prompto cries.
"We do too darling. They'll be here soon. Either later today or tomorrow, we don't know. They'll come on their own time." Ignis says as he rubs his hand up and down Prompto's arm.
"I'm tired of walking. I wanna lay down." Prompto says.
"Back to the room then." Ignis says.
*
A few more hours go by, and Prompto's still in labor with barely any changes.
"Prompto, I think I should check you again." Ignis says as he snaps a pair of gloves on.
"You need help sweetpea?" Ardyn asks. He's laying down on their king sized bed next to Prompto, idly running his fingers through the blonde's hair.
"Yeah. Help me sit up please." Prompto says, and Ardyn gives him a hand. He sits up straight, and Ignis spreads his legs open before pressing two fingers inside of him to check his dilation. It's quicker than last time, and Prompto lays back down when Ignis is finished.
"You're five centimetres now dear." Ignis informs the omega.
"Seriously? It's been nine hours, and I'm only five centimetres?! This fucking sucks!" Prompto groans.
"You wanna walk around again?" Ignis asks as he tosses the blue gloves into the trash.
"No. Actually, yeah," Prompto responds. Ignis and Ardyn grab each of his hands, and they help Prompto stand. Prompto feels a sudden pressure when he gets up, and then a clear liquid runs down his legs. "I think my water just broke." Prompto says as he looks down at the hardwood floor where a puddle is forming.
"I'll get something to clean it up with. Don't move." Ignis says as he walks over to the master bathroom. He quickly returns with a white towel, and he kneels down to wipe up the puddle.
"We should change your clothes." Ardyn says as Prompto looks up at him nervously.
"Y-yeah." Prompto says softly. Ardyn pulls off his pants and underwear, and he steps out of them. Ardyn hands Prompto's clothes to Ignis after he's cleaned up the puddle, and he puts them in the laundry basket.
"Do you wanna put on another pair of pants, or are you good like this?" Ignis asks.
"Just some underwear, please." Prompto answers, and Ignis takes a pair of boxers out of the dresser before handing them to Ardyn. Ardyn quickly helps Prompto into them before they head to the hallway.
"Okay, now that your water's broken, things should start moving a bit faster." Ignis says as Prompto starts taking laps around the living room again.
"Gods, I hope so. Ignis, I—agh, fuck! Fuck, it hurts so bad!" Prompto grunts as another contraction courses through him, and he grips tightly onto his lovers' hands.
"Breathe, darling." Ignis says.
"I know, Ignis!" Prompto shouts, and he immediately regrets it. "Iggy, I-I'm sorry."
"It's ok. You're in pain darling. We won't take anything to heart, right Ardyn?" Ignis says.
"Of course not. Would you like to sit down dearest?" Ardyn says as Prompto's contraction finishes. He rubs his husband's back a little, trying to help ease his pain.
"Yeah. My feet hurt." Prompto says, and he waddles over to the couch. He sits down slowly, and Ardyn sits down as well. Ignis decides to sit on the floor.
"Prom, you're doing so well." Ignis says as he brings Prompto's hand up to his lips and kisses it.
"Thanks Iggy." Prompto breathes out. He's been in labor for eleven and a half hours now, and his face sure shows it. His blonde hair and freckled cheeks are covered in sweat, and he knows he looks like a downright mess.
"Prompto darling, would you like something to drink?" Ignis asks the omega.
"Sure. Water is fine." Prompto replies, and Ignis stands up to head to the kitchen.
"Ardyn, care for an Ebony?"
"Sure. Thank you love." Ardyn replies. Ignis grabs two cans of Ebony from the fridge, and then a water bottle for Prompto.
"Here we are. Some water for you, and Ebony for us." Ignis says as he sits down next to Ardyn. He hands the omega a water bottle, and then he hands a can of Ebony to Ardyn.
"Thank you sweetcheeks." Ardyn says. He kisses Ignis' pink lips softly before pulling away.
"Tis my pleasure." Ignis says, and Prompto smiles at his two alphas. He's usually the center of their affection, but he loves when they have a moment of their own.
"So cute." Prompto whispers. Ardyn and Ignis look at him, and they both blush.
"You think so? You're pretty cute too." Ardyn says before kissing Prompto's cheek. Prompto tenses up a few seconds later, and he doubles over in pain, gripping his stomach. He cries out and grabs Ardyn's hand.
"Another one?" Ignis asks, and Prompto nods. He watches Prompto's face scrunch up in pain as the contraction rolls through his body, and he places a comforting hand on the blonde's knee.
Prompto whimpers as the pain subsides, and he presses his face into Ardyn's chest, a few tears falling down his cheeks.
"It's okay. You're gonna be okay." Ardyn soothes as he rubs Prompto's aching back.
"I just want it to be over!" Prompto sobs as he clutches Ardyn's shirt. Ignis' heart breaks at seeing Prompto in so much pain, but he knows it will all be worth it in the end.
"Prom, look at me honey," Ignis says, and the blonde turns to look at him with red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. "You're doing so well sweetheart. You're so strong, and I'm so proud of you." Ignis comforts the omega, and Prompto wipes away his tears with the back of his hand.
Prompto sniffles. "Y-you really mean that?"
"I do darling. Every word of it." Ignis replies. He kisses Prompto softly.
"Ignis is right. You're doing great dearest." Ardyn chimes in, and he rubs the back of Prompto's hand with his thumb. Prompto leans his head on Ardyn's chest, and he sighs as Ardyn plays with his hair.
*
Three more hours go by, and Prompto's now seven centimetres dilated. His contractions are still twenty minutes apart, with each of them lasting about thirty seconds. Prompto's opted to laying down on their bed again, and Ardyn and Ignis are laying down on either side of him.
"You're so beautiful Prompto. I'm gonna miss seeing you pregnant with our little one." Ardyn says as he traces little circles on Prompto's baby bump.
"Maybe we can have another one in a few years." Ignis says. He's propped up next to Prompto, his hand resting on his cheek.
"Mm, maybe. But this hurts so much, you have no idea," Prompto says. He tries to sit up a little, and Ignis helps him. He's then hit with a contraction, and he whimpers. "Oh, fuck! Fucking astrals, fuck!" Prompto yells, and Ignis offers him his hand. He squeezes Ignis' hand tightly, and he loosens his grip as the pain starts to lessen.
"That was ten minutes. They're getting closer." Ignis says as he looks at the timer on his phone.
"Stronger too. That one really hurt." Prompto breathes deeply, and he places his hand on his baby bump.
"One through ten, how bad was it?" Ardyn asks.
"S-seven. Oh, gods." Prompto says as he feels a wave of nausea come over him.
"Prompto? You're looking a bit pale." Ignis says worriedly.
"Think I'm gonna be sick." Prompto says with a groan, and Ignis places a rubbish bin in front of him. He throws up into it, and his alphas share a concerned look. Prompto's morning sickness was quite bad in the first trimester of his pregnancy, and they didn't expect him to get sick during labor.
"It's alright Prom. Just let it out." Ignis says as he places a hand on Prompto's shoulder.
"Ugh. That was horrible." Prompto says after he feels that he's finished puking his guts out. Ignis places the rubbish bin on the floor nearby in case they need it again.
"Here darling. Drink some water." Ignis hands Prompto a water bottle. Prompto graciously takes the water, and he takes a few sips before handing it back to Ignis.
"Thanks Iggy. Ardyn, can you take off my bra? I'm hot." Prompto requests as he wipes his mouth.
"Sure baby." Ardyn replies. He unlatches the clasps on the back of Prompto's bra, and the omega breathes a sigh of relief. He absolutely hates wearing bras, but they're unfortunately necessary now that his breasts have gotten bigger and wearing a binder isn't possible. It'll be much better when he can get his top surgery and have them removed.
"Thank you. Kisses?" Prompto says, puckering his lips. Ardyn laughs softly before cupping Prompto's cheek with one hand and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.
"Mm. You taste good." Prompto says after he pulls away from the kiss. He then leans over and kisses Ignis as well.
"Prompto, what's got you so worked up?" Ignis asks.
"Nothing. I just love you guys." Prompto says. He grabs a pillow from behind him and places it between his legs. He repositions himself so that he's sitting native style.
"I love you too." Ardyn and Ignis say at the same time, and Prompto smiles. He couldn't have asked for better husbands.
*
"Iggy, make it stop!" Prompto cries out. He grips onto Ignis' arm tightly as he goes through the most painful contraction yet.
"Shh...it's alright darling. You're doing so well. Just breathe." Ardyn says softly.
"Easy for you to say! You aren't being torn in half!" Prompto yells. He collapses onto the pillows behind him with a groan as the pain subsides.
Ardyn sighs as he sits down on the bed by Prompto's feet. Prompto's been in labor for almost fourteen hours, and he can tell that it's getting to him. Ardyn and Ignis are tired as well, but they certainly won't tell Prompto that unless they want profanities screamed at them.
"Prompto, I think I should check your dilation again. It's been a few hours and I'd like to see how you're progressing." Ignis says as he stands up.
"Okay." Prompto says, a little out of breath. His contractions are five minutes apart now, with each of them lasting about a minute. He barely has time to breathe before the next one arrives.
"Darling, you're ten centimetres. It's time to start pushing." Ignis announces.
"Finally." Prompto says.
"Ardyn, I want you to sit behind Prompto and let him lean against your chest. It'll help give him some leverage," Ignis says. Ardyn nods, and he shifts himself and Prompto until they're in the aforementioned position. "Prom, push on your next contraction, okay? You've got this." Ignis instructs.
It isn't long before Prompto's hit with another contraction, and he bears down, gripping onto Ardyn's forearms. He groans as the contraction works through him, and he feels the baby moving slightly lower.
"Good Prompto, good. Take a breather and push again." Ignis says from where he's situated between Prompto's legs.
"Agh! Shit, shit, shit!" Prompto yells as he pushes again, the pain returning tenfold.
"You're doing so good Prompto." Ardyn whispers as he brushes some of Prompto's hair behind his ear. Prompto nods weakly, and he grips tightly onto Ardyn as he pushes again.
They go through the routine for about ten minutes, and Prompto falls back against Ardyn's chest as another contraction finishes.
"Iggy, I can't do this anymore." Prompto says, exhausted from pushing. Tears fall down his cheeks, and he presses his face into Ardyn's chest as he sobs from the pain.
"Prompto, I know you're tired honey, but you're almost there. It should only take a few more pushes." Ignis says. He's starting to see part of the baby's head.
"O-okay." Prompto stutters. He grits his teeth as he pushes again, and he accidentally scratches Ardyn's arms, but not hard enough to draw blood.
"The head's coming darling! You're doing great!" Ignis announces.
"F-fuck! Holy six!" Prompto groans. "Gods, it burns!"
"Breathe Prompto." Ardyn says as he rubs the blonde's arm soothingly.
"The baby's crowning! Just breathe through this part, it'll prevent you from tearing." Ignis says. He looks up at Prompto, and he can tell how tired he is. His hair is matted, he's sweating profusely, and he looks like he could really use a nap after everything is over.
"Oh, gods. Are we almost there? I'm so tired." Prompto says as he closes his eyes briefly.
"The head's almost out, Prom. You're in the home stretch, don't tap out yet." Ignis says as he taps Prompto's leg in an attempt to keep him awake.
"I-I'm okay, I'm fine." Prompto says weakly. He pushes again, and he feels the baby's head emerge.
"Head's out now darling. A few more pushes should do it. I just have to check for the cord." Ignis says. He moves his hands towards the baby's neck, checking to see if the umbilical cord is wrapped around it. Once he's made sure everything is good, he gives Prompto a thumbs up.
Prompto pushes again on the next contraction, and he feels the shoulders start to slip out. He moans in pain, and Ignis places his hands under the baby's head.
"One more push Prom!" Ignis encourages. Prompto gives one final push, and the baby slips out and into Ignis' hands. Ignis clears the baby's airways with the suction bulb he'd kept in the nearby kit they made for the birth, and their child lets out a cry shortly after.
"Prompto, we have a daughter." Ignis says happily. He then clamps the umbilical cord before handing their baby over to Prompto.
"Oh my gods. She's beautiful," Prompto says. "Hi honey. I'm your daddy." Prompto whispers as he holds his newborn child in his arms, and a few happy tears run down his cheeks.
"Ardyn, she looks like you a bit." Ignis says as he walks over with sterile scissors. He and Ardyn cut the cord together, and then Ignis sits down on the bed next to Prompto.
"Aw, she does. She's got my eyes." Ardyn says with a smile. He was hoping that if the baby was his that she'd at least inherit one thing from him. The rest of her face is all Prompto's features, and her hair is blonde too.
"Are we still going with the name you chose?" Ignis asks as he caresses their daughter's cheek.
"Yeah. Freya Liv." Prompto says.
"I'm gonna get her cleaned up. I'll be right back." Ignis says as he picks up their daughter. He carries her over to the bathroom sink to wash her off.
Prompto looks up at Ardyn as Ignis walks away with Freya, and Ardyn smiles at him.
"We really made a baby. She's actually here." Prompto says, astonished.
"You did amazing dearest. We're so proud of you." Ardyn says. He leans down to kiss the blonde's forehead.
*
Ignis comes back in the room a few minutes later, and he sits down on the bed with Freya in his arms.
"Here she is." Ignis says as he hands Freya over to Prompto.
"She's so tiny." Prompto comments. He's already delivered the afterbirth, and now he's resting in Ardyn's arms.
"She'll grow up big and strong though, won't you angel?" Ignis coos at Freya. She just looks up at him with her big amber eyes, and then she yawns.
"I think she's getting sleepy." Ardyn says.
"I guess being born is just as tiring as giving birth." Prompto says.
"Hello little one, I'm your dad," Ardyn smiles at his firstborn daughter, and he gasps when she grabs hold of his pointer finger with her little hand. Ignis wipes away a tear from Ardyn's face, and Ardyn looks up at him. He hadn't even realized that he was crying. "She's really here Ignis. We have a daughter."
"I know. She's perfect." Ignis laughs softly, his green eyes also brimming with tears. Freya takes that moment to let out a shrill cry, and the three men are startled by her sudden outburst.
"She's probably hungry." Prompto says.
"Guide her to you, Prompto. She might need help." Ignis advises.
"Okay, here we go baby," Prompto says before he moves Freya's head lightly until her mouth is near his chest. She easily latches on to his nipple, and she begins to feed from Prompto. "Is that good, sweetpea? Daddy's got plenty for you." Prompto says with a soft laugh.
Freya feeds from Prompto's chest for a few minutes, and she releases once she's had her fill. Prompto lifts her up and rubs her back until she lets out a small burp.
"That's my girl." Prompto says. He repositions Freya, and he rocks her softly until she falls asleep in his arms.
"We should let her sleep. You need to rest as well Prom." Ignis says. He carefully lifts Freya out of Prompto's arms and places her in the bassinet near their bed.
Ignis' phone vibrates in his pocket a few minutes later. He looks at the caller ID to see that it's Noct. "Noct, how are you?" Ignis says as he answers the phone.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that Specs? Did Prom have the baby yet?" Noctis says as Gladio climbs onto the bed, sitting next to him.
"Yes. A little girl." Ignis replies.
"Congratulations to you three. What's her name?" Gladio speaks up.
"Freya Liv. She's got Ardyn's eyes, but the rest of her is all Prompto. Blonde hair and freckles included." Ignis says as he places his arm around Prompto's shoulder.
"Is that Noct?" Prompto says tiredly. Ignis nods, and Prompto holds his hand out for the phone.
"Hold on a second Gladio, Prompto wants to talk to you and Noct." Ignis says before passing the phone over.
"Hey guys." Prompto says softly.
"Hey Prompto. Congrats on the baby. How is she?" Noctis asks.
"I fed her earlier. She's asleep." Prompto says with a yawn.
"You should get some sleep too Blondie. You sound exhausted." Gladio says in concern.
"Yeah, I will. I'll talk to you guys later." Prompto says. He hands the phone back to Ignis before shutting his eyes and getting into a comfortable position to fall asleep.
"Would you two like to speak with Ardyn? He's here too." Ignis says as he places the phone between his chin and his shoulder.
"I don't see why not. He's the baby's father too." Noctis replies.
"Ardyn, it's Noct and Gladio." Ignis says as he passes the phone to his red-violet haired husband.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, your highness?" Ardyn drawls teasingly.
"Ignis says the baby's here. Congrats on your daughter." Noctis says.
"Thank you. Prompto did very well. He and Freya are resting now." Ardyn says as he looks over at Freya. She's still fast asleep in her bassinet.
"I'm sure you and Ignis're tired as well." Gladio says.
"Yea. We've all been up since seven this morning. You're welcome to come by tomorrow if Prompto's up for visitors." Ardyn says.
"We probably will. Goodnight guys." Noctis says before hanging up.
"It's time we get some well needed rest too Ignis. C'mere love," Ardyn says as he brings Ignis over to him. He kisses the brunette's lips. "I love you so much."
"I love you too. See you in the morning." Ignis says as he moves over to the right side of the bed. He switches off the bedside lamp before snuggling Prompto, breathing in the omega's sweet scent. Ardyn also snuggles Prompto from the other side of him, and they drift off to sleep. Nothing could be better than this.
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impatient-traveler · 2 months ago
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I'm in this picture and I don't like it
in my work of fanfiction i am going to hold the villain responsible for their actions by making them have sex with the person they tried to kill, which will effectively address all the relevant moral issues by being hot.
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higharollakockamamie · 1 year ago
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The Temptation of Saint Anthony is my favourite fanfiction of all time! Thank you for writing it! Would you ever write another Promdyn fic?
Thank you very much, anon! That’s lovely to hear. I really enjoyed writing that one a lot. I haven’t been struck by fannish inspiration for a while, but Promdyn is still very much in my heart, so never say never.
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tealeves · 9 months ago
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oh yeah I forgot that if florence has a song for every ffxv mood she also has a promdyn song (or at least one I distinctly categorize as such)
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vampatics · 2 years ago
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Me checking the #promdyn tag once every few months
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impatient-traveler · 12 days ago
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yooooo this is so good
solheimian immortal prompto!AU i was cooking back in May, because I was avoiding finals and getting too obsessed with a specific dynamic between prompto and ardyn. this is technically a fill for a prompt i found on the ffxv kinkmeme, but i think i'll keep it as a wip until i figure out where i'm going with it.
the prompt:
Prompto has been alive for a long, long time, he's seen many things, lived many lifespans, and now he's secluded himself from humanity (the heartbreak of outliving his friends is too much). Even though the herd of chocobos he protects and shepherds keeps him company, Prompto is very lonely. Then, one day, he hears a rumor of an immortal being sealed on an island. Not wanting to be alone anymore, Prompto sets off to free this being.
+ Prompto can be older or younger than Ardyn
++ Ardyn and Prompto trying to understand modern technologies with mixed results
+++ Prompto helping Ardyn with the immortal thing
++++ Prompto breeding and protecting a herd of chocobos.(all with names of course) He also sends some Wiz's way.
wc: 4.5k
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For three decades, Prompto’s been dreaming of the dark. This isn’t necessarily a new development; Prompto thinks he’s been alive for several millennia by now, and the darkness is a recurring feature of life on Eos, always narrowly stamped out by a short-lived Chosen One. 
These dreams are different, because they come with a stranger.
Hooks jammed into flesh, from his palms to his waist, chains held taut to where they’re welded to the walls. Hair hanging long and lank down his chest. He’s half-naked. Unaware of Prompto’s presence, fleeting as it is, but not so fortunate to be unconscious for his ordeal. He hallucinates other visions, at times pleading for an ending and at others just murmuring names. Gilgamesh. Aera. Somnus.
At first, Prompto only dreams of noise, of the stranger’s ragged, sobbing breaths. Then he takes a midday nap, and suddenly there is a shaft of thin light revealing a trapped man, forever undying.
It takes, shamefully, a week for Prompto to break. The consistency of the visions persuades him of their realness, but he’d cultivated his chocobos for a long time! He was attached to them! He had to offload all but one, and it absolutely broke his heart. Then he kept selling and buying chocobos for the next thirty years, because of course Prompto had to travel every mile on Eos before figuring out his undying stranger was trapped on Angelgard.
The world is pockmarked with hundreds of thousands of caves. Littered with ruins! And when one is scorned by the Astrals to the point of setting a disaster off every century, regardless of where Prompto’s holed up, well…
Prompto puts in a lot of legwork before he scores.
//
The keywords are Aera and Somnus. Having been out of polite society for more than, oh, what is it now… a century? Two? Bloodlines have been established, a ruling class instituted, and blessings from the gods distributed very showily to two distinct families. Prompto may be among the common folk, but even commoners recognize the houses of Nox Fleuret and Lucis Caelum as miracle workers.
But where, oh where, is the connection? Prompto turns up the charm and helps many rambling grannies and curmudgeonly old men in order to hear the history he missed out on.
A resurgence of the darkness. (They call it Starscourge now.) A wandering prince, known as the Healer. Too swift in his journeys to ever leave a name behind, but definitely either a Nox Fleuret or a Lucis Caelum.
They’ve stamped his name out of the texts, but not even royalty can exterminate living memory.
Prompto hears his fellow immortal’s name from the lips of a fading elder, a woman once cured of the Scourge after she made a pilgrimage to the capital, and had a lucky encounter. Prompto repairs the cracked gaps in her walls, seals them with pitch and tar to stop her from suffering a draft every night, and in return, she gives him a meal and gossip about Ardyn Lucis Caelum.
“He possessed a blessing and a curse,” she recalls in a reedy voice. “He was effective as a leech, when it came to healing the Scourge.”
“That’s specific,” Prompto observes through a mouthful of baked fish.
“I mean what I say. Oh, there was a pretty light show, and he led us to think that he was truly burning the sickness out… But what really happened was that he was taking the Scourge into himself. Like a leech.”
“And then what happened?”
“Well, young man,” she says, “what leech can hold its fill? The Scourge overwhelmed the Healer, and when his body was revealed to be tainted, King Somnus took the throne and cast his brother to the deep.”
Prompto perks up. “The deep? Is that a metaphor?”
The old woman gives him a dry look. “We are a distance from the capital. ‘Tis easier to speak vaguely than to grasp at details stoppered at the court’s lips.”
//
Angelgard finally comes to mind after Prompto has exhausted nearly every other option.
It’s gods-touched. He usually pays attention to those locations and avoids them as much as possible, which is why he hasn’t visited Lucis’s crown jewel of a capital yet. When Solheim existed, they used to collect a score of criminal offenders and drag the lot of them to Angelgard for celestial judgment.
It would be a poetic note to stash a gods-touched man there. The Six are nothing but aware of their posterity.
To avoid attention, Prompto goes the long way round and hops island after island, and he stops asking after stories of Aera and Somnus. Instead, he spends time remembering how to sail tricky waters. He relearns the art of fishing and foraging from tide pools. 
When Prompto is confident of his anonymity, he starts asking about the island.
Predictably, he’s warned away from the Umbral Isle. Not just because of the unmanageable conditions of the waves and Ramuh’s tempest. The kingdom of Lucis is invested in its untouchability, and woe to the soul who trespasses royal property. Supposedly, a fisherman confides in him, King Somnus Lucis Caelum ruled that not even royalty could walk those shores.
Prompto nods sagely when he hears this, and goes to prep his boat.
The conditions are nightmarish. Crossing the sea from the southern islands in a fishing boat results in a sunburnt Prompto who now looks forward to entering Angelgard and its miserable weather conditions. At night, he squints at the stars and consults his dismal memory, trying to remember when it’s the right time to slice past the riptides and avoid smashing his boat against the reefs.
He only just makes it. His gut instinct propels him forward, just as Ramuh’s tempest snarls awake, and Prompto spends his first hour on Angelgard swearing as he lugs the single escape route onto higher land.
“Come on!” he shouts at the sky, seeing the waves foam with fury while being pelted by icy cold drops of rain. “You couldn’t have given me a few hours?!”
Prompto crams one end of the boat under a ledge, and dumps several more rocks inside, in the hopes that he can prevent Ramuh from using one good gust to blow it away. After that, he takes a steel rod and jams it among a crop of boulders. That will hopefully draw lightning from his very flammable boat.
He throws a crude parting gesture to the wind, turns to fetch the oilskin sack in which he’s stuffed two dismantled guns, survival gear, and various sundries a half-naked immortal strung up for thirty years might like, and gets struck by lightning for his charm.
//
His muscles are still trembling with the regrowth of nerves when Prompto trips into the cell. It’s horribly embarrassing, as far as first impressions go, but the man strung up like a martyr isn’t even conscious enough to register how Prompto faceplants before his shackled feet. The sack of supplies remains thankfully closed.
Both of them wheeze in staggered, aching gasps, but only one of them manages to recover.
Prompto fumbles for the handheld gas lamp. It’s wrapped and cushioned by the spare clothes he’s brought for Ardyn. Blindly, he adjusts the water drip and snaps his thumb against the flint to ignite a small flame. First thing he sees are the tattered hems of pants. Then the heavy shackles around pale ankles.
He lifts his head to take in the whole picture. He can feel his eyes widen.
There will be no gentle way to release Ardyn; the flesh has sealed over the entry points, trapping him more thoroughly than any magical seal an Astral can conjure.
That’s where Prompto comes in, he supposes distantly. He gets to his feet and peers at his fellow immortal’s face, and he tentatively reaches up to tuck a long strand of hair behind an ear. Ardyn is unshaven, but it’s more stubble than anything substantial. He would’ve grown a tremendous beard if the Astrals hadn’t frozen him at this age.
The briefest touch causes Ardyn to stir. A whimper escapes him at the effort; he struggles to open his eyes.
“Shh,” Prompto whispers. It feels uncannily like trying to coax a feral chocobo to let him pet them. “Hey, hey. It’s alright. I’ve found you.”
“What…?” Ardyn manages. His voice is light with exhaustion, dehydration, and perhaps most prominently, confusion.
His eyes glow gold.
“I’m gonna get these out of you,” he says, just to fill the silence. Prompto attempts to inject as much joviality in his tone as possible, but he suspects Ardyn cares little for anything but the hand pressed against his face. “It’s gonna hurt. A lot. But if you’re anything like me, it’ll heal right up. Harm done, but harm gone, huh?”
Ardyn smothers his moan into Prompto’s palm, so Prompto taps into a well of apathy long-unused, and readies himself to yank each and every last chain from Ardyn’s body.
The quicker the better. 
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It turns out, the only thing that hits harder than Ardyn’s despairing pleas are his wordless cries of pain. He collapses onto Prompto after the last hook is worked out from his palm, and Prompto curses under his breath at the sudden deadweight. Frantically, Prompto checks the puncture wounds. No blood. That’s a good indicator.
“You with me?” Prompto asks, turning his head to the stairs. He doesn’t want to be in here any longer, but it’s not as though there’s any other convenient shelter from the storm. 
There’s a breathless whine hummed into his neck. Just barely, Prompto can make out the words, “Out, out, please, out…”
“Okay,” he says. “Okay.”
Slowly, Prompto heaves Ardyn towards the entrance. He leaves behind the gas lamp. The journey is agonizingly slow, one step at a time, but they make steady progress. As a plus, Ardyn grows a little more cognizant the closer they reach open air.
Well. Cognizant is a relative term. He fades in and out, and his mutterings grow less pitiful and more angry.
“Somnus,” he hisses. “Somnus, the little wretch. I’ll tear him from that throne if it’s the last thing I do.” Out. In. “How could you kill her… oh, Aera, beloved…” Out. In. This time, Prompto tunes in to hear a weak, “Don’t touch me.”
“Good timing,” Prompto says brightly. He eases them down to sit at the first step, props Ardyn up against the wall. The weak light helps illuminate the finer details of the man’s appearance. “Hey, wait here, I’ve got a flask of water in the bag I dropped.”
He doesn’t wait for a nod. He doesn’t expect any expression of gratitude when he tromps back with his supplies (gas lamp included, can’t forget that), unscrews the cap, and helps Ardyn take his first sip before relinquishing the entire bottle and taking a seat across from him.
With that, so begins the introductions.
“Who are you,” Ardyn Lucis Caelum rasps. Prompto recognizes the signs of intimidation: narrowed eyes, bared teeth, raised voice. Prompto admits to himself that the front is impressive—pain isn’t really an opt-in, opt-out feature. He personally still yelps whenever he stubs his toe on a rock.
He blows out a breath and turns his eyes to the perpetual storm. 
And lightly, Prompto tells the truth. “I’m what you could call… a bad first draft! The Six have to figure out what makes a good Chosen One, you know. I didn’t make the cut. But they couldn’t exactly, uh, sweep me away, so… Hello, immortal, I’m immortal too!”
His fellow immortal takes a moment to process Prompto’s absolute word vomit.  
“What do you mean by bad,” the man finally says. “How can anything be worse than living like this?” And from his pores, black ichor seeps through, dripping its tainted substance down to the stone where it evaporates into miasma. It pools along the man’s eyes like tears and spills past his lips like bile.
Prompto grimaces. That’s pretty bad. He isn’t going to be the one to fight to claim pity points, because damn. That’s pretty fucking bad. 
“I go by Prompto Argentum,” he starts, trying to feel out the explanation he’d like to give. “I was born, oh… before Solheim fell. I had enough time to learn how to fix an airship and to do magitek armor maintenance.”
The man blinks, hard. It’s to be expected. Prompto doesn’t look old; he’s as tall as he ever would have gotten, and his whipcord frame never wastes away, even when he hasn’t had a bite for a week. His hair is in stasis, as is the attempt to grow a beard—Prompto can’t even take a razor to his chin. It just grows back the same almost instantly. Perhaps it’s better than having a permanent baby face, but Prompto would have liked a more dignified stage of growth.
“That’s… old,” says the man.
“Very.”
“But you paid no price? You get to remain as hale as a young man may,” the bitter, incensed rage gives the man a sense of being feral, “and I have to suffer the Scourge? Oh, that is a joke for the gods! If they’d already had their undying vessel, what did they need me for?”
Prompto presses his hands together. He’s messing this up. First time ever that Prompto gets to meet a fellow immortal, even a baby one, and he’s getting on the man’s shit-list for the rest of eternity. “If it helps,” he offers, “they try to kill me every so often.”
There’s a befuddled silence.
“I was being raised to fight the darkness. That’s what Solheim really invested in, towards the end,” Prompto recalls. “You call it the Starscourge?”
“… Yes.”
“Yeah. We just called it as it is: darkness.”
“Solheim fell because it betrayed its god-king,” Ardyn says, as though reciting a lesson. “And the Astrals would not abide a civilization that defied their will. A two-fold war, I believe. One to stop Ifrit from burning the world, and the other to stop humanity from burning their gods.”
“That’s common knowledge?”
“Inasmuch as one seeks knowledge of a doomed society,” he says a little more modestly.
Prompto laughs. “Looking for an answer we missed?”
“Fresh eyes on a disaster bring new perspectives.”
He turns his head to meet Ardyn’s eyes. They glow a little, in spite of the dim light Angelgard permits. Some of what Ardyn believes of Solheim is true, but not everything was put to record. Those secrets, Prompto suspects he may have to hold close to the chest.
“You call yourself a ‘bad first draft.’ A child raised to fight the Starscourge, and one who evidently failed by the time I was given the privilege to try again. What method did the Six try to gift you, then?”
“Not the Six,” Prompto corrects. “Ifrit. He was closest to humanity, and he saw first-hand the effects of the darkness on his worshippers, so he sought a solution on his own.” He tilts his head, smiles when Ardyn mirrors the motion. “Before we were flesh, we were clay. So the stories go.”
Ardyn snorts. “A myth proven wrong many times over.”
“There’s some truth to every legend.” He thinks about speaking freely of his origins, but Prompto holds his tongue. There are some things which could stand not to come back into the world. Civilizations after Solheim are groping their way back out of a dark age: roads are finally being paved again, which Prompto deeply appreciates.
“So Ifrit chose you, specifically? Were you of a unique bloodline? Possessed of some wondrous ancestry?”
“Ha! Not even close.” He grins. “I was one of the many humble soldiers for Solheim. A man of no consequence, as they say. I was, oh, thirty years old when Ifrit called for sacrifices. No relationships to speak of, familial or romantic. I expect that’s why the Six relies on royal bloodlines for their work now—you guys are like, built to obsess over fate, duty, loyalty…
“Ifrit dipped me into the sacred flame,” he continues. “Baked me a little too long. I came out immortal, but cracked. The Scourge never found purchase because it kept… spilling out, I guess. By the time Ifrit realized he messed up, it was too late to reforge me. He tried, and Shiva tried, and then Bahamut tried to smite me off the face of Eos. Nothing worked.
“Solheim got impatient over the darkness and scorned Ifrit. Got to a point where the Astrals worried about their, uh, superior position. They razed my home to the ground, and I was left to collect the remains.” He tries to maintain a bright smile. “No airships left, unfortunately.”
The man stares at him, mutely. The Scourge recedes, as if it too is confused. How many daemons did he take, Prompto wonders. How many can this man hold before his knees buckle beneath the weight of them all?
“Then what are you doing here?” 
“I heard that Ardyn Lucis Caelum wouldn’t die by his brother’s sword,” Prompto admits, because that is easier than the sentences: I dreamed of you. Did you dream of me? “Gossip said that your body was tainted by the Scourge you claimed to heal, and that you needed to be isolated for the good of the world. But you weren’t even a rumor in the western continent or the southern islands. So I figured you’d be here. I’m sorry I took so long.”
“You knew all that,” Ardyn croaks, “and you decided to unleash the monster?”
Prompto leans over and knocks his knuckles against the bulk of the man’s arm, adds a friendly grin. “I’m pretty confident you aren’t. Isolation isn’t going to do anything but let the Scourge pickle inside you. You deserve to at least try and figure out what’s going on.”
“‘Pickle’?” 
“Don’t sound so insulted, I’m not a fancy royal guy!”
“You never thought to rise above your origins?” 
“What’s the point of that? Courts come and go. I can’t even remember the names of Ifrit’s tributaries.” Maybe he should tell Ardyn that he hadn’t paid any sort of attention to the rise and fall of the Healer, and had in fact needed several seasons to learn the ways Eos had shifted Common’s vowel sounds around.
“Funds might help ease the pains of an immortal life,” Ardyn says flatly. 
“I get by!”
“And what, pray tell, is your current occupation?”
Prompto beams. “Before going off to find you? I raised chocobos. While I was finding you? I picked up odd jobs. Fixing fences, filling potholes, hunting the odd coeurl or two.”
“Were you never tempted to steer the future?” It takes a second for Ardyn to remember something, which makes him go paler. “You are—thousands of years old. Your memories are clearly intact of a civilization so great it frightened the gods. And now you make a living doing the petty work of man. How have you not gone mad?”
“I dunno, I think I’ve gone a little chocobo crazy,” Prompto jokes, but he sobers. This is important, he can sense it. The issue is that Prompto, even with several millennia in his pocket, does not have a good answer.
“Are you even capable of magic?”
“Nope.”
Ardyn’s mouth drops. “Then what is the point of living for you?”
His heart aches with all the silly reasons Prompto has to keep walking forward. The sun still rises. The chocobos still sing. The wind still cools the sweat on my brow. Mortals come and go, their lives practically matchsticks to his eternally burning torch. But he cares for them and their small insignificant dramas, when he comes across their settlements.
All he has is a body that won’t fall apart, no matter what the gods try, no matter how much the Scourge scrambles to find purchase in his veins.
“I find things to appreciate,” he finally says. “It’d be a miserable life if I couldn’t look forward to tomorrow, but that hasn’t happened in a while.”
Gold eyes give him a look so droll, Prompto bursts out laughing again. And if his eyes haven’t deteriorated, he thinks he sees a strange curl to Ardyn’s lips as well.
“So I have been rescued by a genius of a simpleton,” he concludes. “One who cannot even give a fellow immortal any advice on how to defy the gods.”
Lightning strikes the steel rod. Prompto can spot it. He makes another crude gesture at the sky and startles when Ardyn barks a laugh, itself sounding shocked and rusty.
“Ah,” Ardyn says in between a raspy snicker, “I suppose that lesson will suffice. What is your plan for escaping this damned rock, my precious savior?”
He’s handsome, even when he’s disheveled. Prompto tucks this thought away where he will only think about it when he’s alone, and shrugs. He admits, “We need to wait out this storm. Angelgard’s waters are passable only a few days out of the year, and I misjudged the timing.”
“We’re trapped here for yet another year?”
“I’ve got a boat,” Prompto points out. “If you have any special magic powers to get us past the riptides, we can try to outrun the Fulgarian’s wrath. Otherwise. Very human limitations here.” Aside from the fortified constitution, increased speed and dexterity, enhanced eyes—all qualities seared into the make-up of Prompto’s being. Oh, and he can’t drown, but that doesn’t mean it’s pleasant to walk Leviathan’s domain.
Ardyn tips his head back against the wall. “Perhaps you didn’t hear while tending to your chocobos, but I was rather tidily rejected by the Crystal last I approached. And seeing as the Crystal stands in for the Six, logically, I would no longer have access to my magic.”
“Did you try?”
“Did I—?” Ardyn shuts his mouth. His mouth thins into a tight line.
“Hey, we all get a little performance anxiety sometimes,” Prompto says reassuringly, and Ardyn glares.
“I am trying to determine whether you yourself have ulterior motives in freeing me,” he replies. “You act a fool, but I have seen my fair share of conmen while traveling the land to heal the Starscourge. Why should I not take your boat and take my chances on the sea alone?”
“Have you sailed before?”
“I’m a quick learner,” Ardyn snaps.
“Alright, alright,” Prompto says, and he flattens his hands on his knees, tries to give the impression that he’s non-lethal. Innocent as a chocobo chick, that’s him. “I wanted to free you because no one deserved that kind of fate. I’m not offering anything but a way out. I’d like to get you to the southern islands, at least, because heading straight for Lucis’s coastline is asking for a fight. I’ll do a few odd jobs, get you the funds for your own way forward.”
“And then we part ways?”
“If that’s how it goes,” Prompto allows himself to say flippantly. “I’m just happy to know there’s another immortal out in the world, yeah? Maybe by the end of this, we can arrange like, an annual meeting. Just to check in with each other.”
Ardyn closes his eyes and breathes. He says, “A moment to rest. I will endeavor to try using magic after.”
“We’re not in a hurry.”
Prompto judges the angle of the rain and decides that it’s safe enough to try and light a hand-warmer. From the oilskin sack he pulls out a beaten iron pan, three stubby legs protruding from the bottom. He arranges three palm-sized slats of wood in a triangle, and takes a knife to a dry block of wood, collecting the shavings for tinder.
Lighting the whole arrangement is the work of a second with the gas lamp. Soon they have a merry little fire crackling away between them, providing all the sound to fill a silence Prompto is resigned to leave alone.
He hopes Ardyn won’t hate him. That would really suck, for Prompto to finally know someone as unkillable as he is, and they end up spending eternity on Eos at each other’s throats.
“You really are without magic,” Ardyn mutters. His eyes are half-lidded, and he has a hand hovering over the flickering flames. “That was deeply painful to sit through.”
“Would you use magic for something as small as this?” Prompto teases. “I thought magic was for big stuff. Death-defying stuff, even.”
Ardyn huffs. With a flick of his wrist, he turns the hand over the flames so the palm faces up, and he wiggles his fingers to move the three lively spheres of fire in a circle. Prompto is immediately enthralled, perking up and wanting to clap his hands like a child.
“Neat!” he tells Ardyn happily. “Oh, man, that is so amazing to see! Is it a one-time ignition, or do you have to keep feeding it magic to keep it going? Wow!”
That strange curl to Ardyn’s mouth. He seems to be constantly reevaluating his notes on Prompto. ‘Genius of a simpleton’ hurts, but it’s a little too true to deny. “The initial drain is more substantial than what it costs to maintain,” he informs Prompto. “Fire such as this longs to be freed. Trapping it in my hand makes it hungry, and it needs to be constantly on the move in order to prevent extinguishment.”
“Huh. I didn’t think magic fire had feelings.”
“Not quite feelings. Just traits.”
He’s struck by a thought. “Uh, just so you know, this little fire,” Prompto gestures to the iron pan, “doesn’t need any supernatural help. If you add all that to the wood, the fuel’s gonna go poof.”
“Ah, we can’t have that.” Ardyn contemplates his handful of flames and then suddenly, viciously, heaves the spell up the stairs into his former prison. Those three little spheres blossom into a generous explosion, one which shakes their staircase.
Prompto has to bat the iron pan into staying in place, and swears when he singes his fingers against the hot metal. “Yikes!” 
Ardyn’s head jerks. “What? What’s happened?”
He shakes his hand out, and the burns fade away like nothing ever happened. A light touch of pain, and nothing more. “Ah, tiny hurt. Never did learn to not touch hot metal.”
Ardyn ogles Prompto. “You can still hurt? Even though you claim to be a broken vessel?”
“The brokenness is related to the darkness,” Prompto says. “Hey, are you feeling better already? Do you want to change clothes, get your hair re-tied? Clothes might be a little big, but that’s what the extra sashes are for.”
“You’re very generous.”
“I’ve had a long time to plan. You want ‘em?”
He heaves a sigh. “Oh, very well. If you insist. Are you also hiding a bar of soap in that bag of mystery goods? Judging by your face, I suppose not.”
“I had a long time to plan, but limited space?” Prompto tries with a winning smile. He digs into his bag and pulls out the clothes and a metal comb. “Here you go.”
“Keep the comb,” says Ardyn, accepting the folded stretches of fabric. Carefully, he rises to his feet. “I would rather risk de-tangling my hair after I have had access to a bath.” He staggers a few stairs upwards; Prompto turns his back to Ardyn, thinks ruefully that now would be the time for Ardyn to stab a suspicious character, and keeps carving curls of wood for the fire.
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amyintheattic · 2 years ago
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Amy’s most wonderful masterpost of fanfictions
Here is a list of recent works. You can find the older ones in the same AO3 profile but... eh. Please refer to the tags for stuff you might not want to read!
Final Fantasy XV
Aeipathy [Prompto Argentum/Ardyn Izunia] Prompto gets drunk and acquires a lover. The fall [Clarus Amicitia/Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII] They both die in the end. to cross a bridge [Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum] Fluffy teen romance one-shot Omnia munda mundis [Prompto Argentum/Ardyn Izunia] World of Ruin, pre-relationship Hostium munera, non munera [Prompto Argentum/Ardyn Izunia] World of Ruin, pre-relationship (almost there) Nomina sunt consequentia rerum [Prompto Argentum/Ardyn Izunia] World of Ruin, hurt/confort
Greek Mythology / Death becomes them
A Sun and his Flower [Apollo/Hermes] A very slow burn (like a 1000 years long pining). Based on my novel "Death becomes them", so not exactly canon-compliant. Currently on hiatus until January 2023, but I will come back to it.
Final Fantasy XIV
Estinaud Weekend 2022 [Alphinaud Leveilleur/Estinien Wyrmblood] One-shots following the prompts from the Estinaud weekend list. Currently on hiatus, I will probably return to it in January. A flickering light [Solus zos Galvus & Zenos yae Galvus] Zenos is four. Solus is old and tired.
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anthropos-metronff · 3 years ago
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I haven’t stopped writing fanfic, honest. It’s just been a big dead zone since November. In fact not only have I not stopped, I worked on both the Promdyn and Versdyn pieces last night.
The Versdyn update is taking so damn long partly because it’s unexpectedly huge. It’s 4000 words so far and it’s only about half done. It’s a bit of a slow burn in a work that’s a slow burn. Alas.
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impatient-traveler · 2 years ago
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oh fuck yeah that was one of my absolute favorite fics ever yeeeeeeeeeee :D 
also YES give us the doodles ashjdklajsdkljawskldjklasj
modding is more my flavor of content to create, so you’re gonna have to continue to provide the fanarts for the ship lmao
hello i fucking LOVE your promdyn art, can i ask what fic you read that inspired it? bc healthy promdyn is my absolute OTP and i am very curious :3
I AM SO PLEASED TO HEAR THAT YO!!!
Prompdyn means so damn much to me and Im just...Holy fuck, I cannot even begin on the fanfic that started all of this Soul food and joy galore for me ;_; The fanfic that inspired and sold me on this ship is called "The Temptation of Saint Anthony, but with This Guy" by the incredible HigharollaKockamamie!
Literally, literally my top favorite and the best prompdyn literature in my eyes, Im not kidding when I say this fic changed me. I've had an entire animated PMV/Animatic in the making for it because I loved it so much but there was so little demand for prompdyn in the fandom that I kinda just, enjoyed it by my lonesome ;_; Im so so happy to see there are more wholesome/healthy prompdyn shippers out there now wtf!!!! I CAN SHARE THE REST OF MY SILLY DOODLES WITH YALL AAHGHHH --- Please if you havent read that fic yet, give it a read, i PROMISE you its one of the bests out there. (Its R18+ though so just a headsup, too!)
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promptoshipzine · 3 years ago
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Introducing amazing artist @thwippersnapple !
Find thwippersnapple on twitter too!
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eldritchspeaker · 4 years ago
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Ardyn + Prompto ship stuff
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legally-immortal · 4 years ago
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Consider, Promdyn AU where Ardyn joins the Chocobros on their journey
Ignis: Noct, you cannot keep the cat.
Noctis: You let Prompto keep Ardyn!
Ardyn: Rude.
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shih-coulda-had-it · 8 months ago
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Notebook #15! The binding on this is absolutely trash, and nearly all the pages are falling out. Still, it holds ink very well. Scans of select doodles/journal entries below.
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A brief summary of my trip to Oakland and San Francisco for a Halloween bar crawl. It was not a very long bar crawl, but I did feel like crawling at the end of it.
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Left: I'm a huge AJR fan! Every album release I start crying. Lyrics are, "I wish I was me, whoever that is / I could just be, and not give a shit / Hey I'll be whatever, makes you a fan / 'Cause I don't know who the hell I am / ONE! TWO! PANDEMONIUM!"
Right: Maplestory had a Hyper Tera Burning Event or something like that. I started playing in the middle of my first semester in grad school. No one was happy about this.
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Left: Observations from when I visited the Bellagio Gallery of Fine Arts, and some Bruce & Yoichi doodles.
Right: Me being so so so normal about treating Prime Torino as a dress-up doll. He'd look so good in long skirts. I know this in my heart.
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Left: There was a month when I really got into Sandman! Not the Netflix show, though the fanfic certainly bases all the dreamling fic off that... I thought the early comic version of Dream was hilariously pathetic and weird. Huge pity that the hair and robes don't translate to real life.
Right: Stardew Valley came out with the update, and I fell right back into my habit of marathoning SDV into the wee hours of night. That's Lark. He's an older Farmer who's surprisingly hardy for having been an IT guy for a decade and some change.
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Left: The first rough draft for All for One's "Abbey" PMV. As you can probably tell, camera shots are not my strong suit, and the sequence went a little off the rails at the end.
Right: I don't know what to tell you guys. I dipped my toe in the FFXV AO3 archive and then I found The Promdyn (TYL!Prompto x Redeemed!Ardyn) fic of all time, and now they haunt me. Everyone else is posting "Bad Touch Chancellor Izunia" and I'm here contemplating Ardyn's whimpers.mp4.
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battleshot · 3 years ago
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"One moment-" Pausing Prompto before he could say anything more, Ardyn slid a card from his pocket- specifically, a gift card for a large amount of currency within that King's Knight game that him and his peers seemed to enjoy playing. Not only did he wish to bring Prompto some joy, but he also approved of anything that might grant him a superior edge.
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"Happy Birthday, my precious ray of sunshine," he stated, leaning down to place a kiss on atop his head as he pressed the gift card into the other's hand.  @an-mallaithe​
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                            ❝    Hm?  ❞      He  expects  nothing,  and  the  older  man  certainly  exceeds  all  expectations.  Eyes  widened  in  disbelief,  fingerless  gloved  hands  almost  dropping  the  gift.      ❝    You  --  You  didn't  have  t--!!    ❞      Looking  back  to  him,  stunned  into  a  frozen  state  as  his  lips  parted  --  speechless.  He  simply  throws  his  arms  around  the  other,  nuzzling  his  cheek  against  his  chest.    ❝    Cause  of  this,  just  for  you??    I'm  so  gonna  destroy  Noct!    ❞    He  chuckles,  albeit  muffled  into  the  hug.  
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ronkeyroo · 2 years ago
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hello i fucking LOVE your promdyn art, can i ask what fic you read that inspired it? bc healthy promdyn is my absolute OTP and i am very curious :3
I AM SO PLEASED TO HEAR THAT YO!!!
Prompdyn means so damn much to me and Im just...Holy fuck, I cannot even begin on the fanfic that started all of this Soul food and joy galore for me ;_; The fanfic that inspired and sold me on this ship is called "The Temptation of Saint Anthony, but with This Guy" by the incredible HigharollaKockamamie!
Literally, literally my top favorite and the best prompdyn literature in my eyes, Im not kidding when I say this fic changed me. I've had an entire animated PMV/Animatic in the making for it because I loved it so much but there was so little demand for prompdyn in the fandom that I kinda just, enjoyed it by my lonesome ;_; Im so so happy to see there are more wholesome/healthy prompdyn shippers out there now wtf!!!! I CAN SHARE THE REST OF MY SILLY DOODLES WITH YALL AAHGHHH --- Please if you havent read that fic yet, give it a read, i PROMISE you its one of the bests out there. (Its R18+ though so just a headsup, too!)
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