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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

[jennytomlinson99]

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.

[heartlessfujoshi]

his loyal servant - a promdyn fic

Title: His Loyal Servant Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Promdyn (Prompto Argentum x Ardyn Izunia) Rating: Mature (Angst - Psychological Torture - Mindbreak - Explicit Sexual Content - Unhappy Ending) Word Count: ~4,680

Summary: Prompto gets captured by Ardyn, and has to go through the task of finding him in Zegnautus Keep. 

A/N: I decided to try my hand at a five times/one time scenario, and this is the result. Please enjoy. :)

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Prompto woke up with his ears ringing, his head spinning, and found that he was in a place he was unfamiliar with. He started to sit up, groaning in pain as he brought his hand to his head, as if that would make the noises stop. Closing his eyes, he waited for the wave of nausea to pass, and then took a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he assessed his surroundings, and tried to figure out where he was. 

The last thing he remembered was escaping from his father. He’d gotten away, and then something happened. He couldn’t remember what it was - but from the way his head was still spinning, it couldn’t have been good. He conquered his father, and now was stuck somewhere cold and damp. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to have found his friends. He should be with Noctis right now. 

Standing up, he wobbled side to side, his equilibrium still not cooperating with him. Holding his hand to his head again, he honed in on the pain that was immediate and willed it to go away. Finally, after a few seconds, the ringing in his ears subsided to a manageable low din. One problem down. So many more to go. 

It was dark. Dark, and cold. He shivered a little, his warm clothes long gone. Whatever had happened, they’d taken his warm clothes away, as he was back in the outfit he’d been wearing when he was pushed off the train by Noctis. Not Noctis. Ardyn. Ardyn was the one that was responsible for the situation he’d wound up in. 

He looked around, and saw no clues as to where he was. At least the room he was in wasn’t locked, as he pushed the door open with ease. Looking around the corner, he saw an MT walking around. His heart stopped in his chest, dipping back into the room so as to not alert the MT. Fuck. This couldn’t be good. If there were MTs here, then that must mean he’s in Zegnautus Keep. 

Double fuck. 

Rubbing a hand over his face, he looked around, suddenly very aware of the cameras in the room. “Hello?” He called out. “Ardyn, are you here??” He looked at the camera directly, wondering if he would get an answer. 

“Someone’s awake~.” Ardyn’s voice came through loud and clear, Prompto wincing as his ears were still hurting from whatever had been done to him before. “Come and find me, Prompto. When you do, I’ll tell you a fun story~. Better hurry.” 

This was worse than being trapped. He had to go and actively find his captor? How would that do any good? Prompto had no desire to go and find him, but knew that if he didn’t, that there would be repercussions. Ones he wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with. He could handle Ardyn. He’s dealt with him before. 

But the last time had been with his friends. And now - now he was trapped in an unfamiliar place, with a man who was mad. Things weren’t looking so great right now for him. With a deep sigh, Prompto pushed the door open, and began to explore, knowing that he’d wind up finding Ardyn when Ardyn wanted to be found. There would be no more surprises. 

No MTs engaged with him, which he found odd. He was ready to fight, with his guns that were low on his hips. At least he hadn’t been left completely without any sort of weapon. Again, though, he didn’t like it. Ardyn was planning something, and it made him nervous. Anxious. Upset. All of the above. Trying not to think about it, he went down to the next floor, in search of the man who has made his life a living hell. 

Two floors down, Prompto came to a room that looked to be guarded. But as he approached the room, the MTs moved out of his way, allowing him to open the door without any retribution. He prepared himself for any number of things he was going to find behind the closed door - his friends, dead; his father’s corpse; a myriad of other nightmares that could come to life. Preparing himself, he went into the room. 

“You found me~.” Ardyn’s lilt came through loud and clear as the door shut with an ominous click behind him. “Congratulations, Prompto.” 

“Don’t.” He had no energy to put up with the charade. “Why am I here? Where is here?” 

“Why, you’re in Zegnautus Keep, my dear boy.” Hearing the confirmation as to where he was made him feel sick to his stomach. Ardyn was sitting on a very large chair. It was almost comical in size. “You may approach my throne.” 

He snorted. “Throne? You’re no King.” He stood his ground, having no desire to go any closer to where Ardyn was sitting. “You’re a fool.” 

“Watch your tongue, boy.” Ardyn narrowed his eyes at him. “Get on your knees.” 

He blinked, then broke out into laughter. “You want me to kneel?? For you?? Never.” 

“Do not make me say it again, Prompto.” A sinister look crossed over Ardyn’s face, Prompto’s laughter dying on his tongue. He refused to kneel, and then saw Ardyn snap his fingers. Two MTs came out of nowhere, and were now dragging him back towards the door. “Pity. All you had to do was do as I asked, and I would have let you go~.” 

Prompto struggled in the grips of the MTs. “Wait! I’ll do it!” He saw Ardyn signal to the MTs, and felt their hands leave his upper arms. He approached where Ardyn was sitting, and slowly dropped one knee to the ground. “There. Does that make you happy?” 

“Both knees. And address me properly.” 

If Ardyn truly meant what he’d said, he could stomach it for a second. Lowering his other knee to the ground, he bowed his head, tucking his chin against his chest. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty.” It felt gross to say such a thing, as Ardyn was no King. Not to him. 

“Now, was that so hard?” Ardyn clapped his hands, and then Prompto was being dragged away by the MTs. 

“Wait! You said you’d let me go!” He shouted, as the MTs began to pull him out of the room. “You lied!” 

“I said if you’d done as I asked, I was going to let you go. You didn’t, did you~? You did it when I told you there was a reward.” The smirk on Ardyn’s face could be seen from across the room where Prompto was. “You will learn to abide by my commands, Prompto. Otherwise, you’re going tobe  in for a world of hurt.” 

It was the last thing he heard before the MT knocked him on the top of the head, bringing blackness to his vision as he was knocked out. 

***

His ears were ringing again as he came to, a deep groan leaving his throat. He rubbed the back of his head, and could feel a lump forming there. At least this time he knew what had caused this pain. Stupid Ardyn, with his stupid lies. 

Prompto looked at the door, and decided to see if it was unlocked again. As his hand twisted on the knob, he found he could leave. He wasn’t necessarily a prisoner, but he knew that he was. Just because he wasn’t behind a locked door didn’t mean he wasn’t a prisoner. This was Ardyn’s own unique way of torture. 

Going down two floors, he went to the same room he’d found Ardyn in earlier, and pushed the door open. But this time, the room was empty. There was no throne in the room. Only stacks of folders, scattered all around. Prompto slammed the door shut, then leaned against it. Part of him was happy that Ardyn hadn’t been in there, as he wasn’t really sure he wanted to see him again. But, another part was a little upset because now he had to go and find him again. 

He went down one more floor, and began the meticulous process of trying every door. As he came to the last one, his eyes widened as he saw Ardyn, who was sitting on his supposed throne in this room. The door behind him shut with a loud slam, causing Prompto to jump forward, putting him closer to where Ardyn was sitting. 

“Get on your knees.” 

The temptation to say no was appealing, but Prompto knew that he was going to have to do as Ardyn told him, or he’d suffer another concussion. Who was to say that Ardyn wouldn’t do it again anyway? But he’d never know unless he tried. So, he did as he put one knee down on the floor. Ardyn snapped his fingers at him, and he reluctantly put down his other one, and bent his head down. 

“What do you have to say for yourself, Prompto~?” Ardyn asked. 

“May I please go now?” He asked, keeping his head down. “Your Majesty?” He tacked on at the end, remembering that Ardyn wanted to hear that. It wasn’t just about the kneeling, but it was about being addressed by the false title. 

A soft twitter of laughter left Ardyn’s mouth, filling Prompto with dread. “You may not. But thank you for asking~.” 

He heard him snap his fingers again, and knew what was coming. “You’re an asshole!” He shouted at Ardyn, and saw him laughing hysterically as the MTs hit him on the head again, successfully knocking him out for a second time. 

***

Prompto stared at the door, refusing to get up. His head was in so much pain, and he had no desire to do anything. He would sit in this room, and would hope that his friends would come soon to rescue him. Because he was trapped. There was no getting out of this situation by himself. 

A soft knock on the door had his head snapping to the right, causing him to groan as pain shot through both his head and neck at the sudden movement. “What.” He knew it was going to be Arydn. It couldn’t have been anyone else. 

“I have something for your headache.” Ardyn opened the door, and held up a curative in his hand. “Do you wish to take it?” 

“What do I have to do?” Prompto didn’t bother to say yes, because he knew it was going to come with a price. Ardyn would never offer him something for free. 

The man of no consequence came towards him, and held the curative out to him. “Nothing, my boy. All you have to do is take it, and get better~.” 

“So you can have those stupid machines hit me again?” He looked at the curative. “No, thank you.” 

“If you don’t take it, I’m going to use it on you.” 

He looked up at Ardyn, and could see him looking at him with a look in his eyes that he wasn’t sure what it meant. Were they kind? Were they upset? Prompto had no idea. “You’re only healing me so that I won’t die on you.” 

“My dear boy, you could die and I would resurrect you with a phoenix down. I don’t need to be doing this. I’m offering this to you out of the kindness of my own heart~.” Ardyn held the curative towards him. “Take it, Prompto.” 

It was a lose-lose situation. He knew that if he took it and used it, he was going to be screwed. If he let Arydn use it on him himself, he was going to be screwed. There was no way out of it. Reaching up, he took the curative from Ardyn’s hand and let it burst over himself, the magic properties making all of his aches, pains, and the ringing in his ears to finally stop. He slumped forward, relieved to no longer be in pain. 

A warm hand rubbed his back. “Very good, Prompto~. I’m glad you made the right choice.” 

“I hate you.” He spit out, too tired to pull away from Ardyn’s hand. He dealt with the touches, keeping his eyes closed as he was still a little woozy after taking the curative. 

“You won’t for long~.” 

Prompto was going to ask what he meant by that statement, but then Ardyn had left his room, leaving him alone on the cot. He sighed, and stared at the barcode on the back of his wrist. “Where are you guys?” He spoke to no one, hoping that his friends would be here soon. He had no desire to keep going through these awful games with Ardyn. Because he knew that’s what they were - games. 

He stayed in his room for the rest of the day, and when an MT brought him some food, he brought it into his room and ate it alone. He’d deal with Ardyn tomorrow. 

***

Zegnautus Keep was large. Much larger than Prompto thought it would be, as he traveled up and down each floor, trying to figure out where the hell Ardyn was. He knew he was going to have to find him again, because that was the game. 

Four flights up from the top of the Keep, Prompto found him. Ardyn was sitting in a large room, the throne the main showpiece. He approached it, and stood his ground, looking at Ardyn with narrowed eyes. 

“Get on your knees.” Ardyn commanded him. 

He wanted to fight it. He wanted to say ‘fuck you’ to him, but again, he knew that if he did, he was going to be in a world of hurt. Which might make things easier, but really, he was tired of it all. Prompto lowered his right knee to the floor, and then his left, and bowed his head down towards Ardyn, who he could tell was pleased by his actions, even without visually seeing him. 

“Thank you for yesterday, Your Majesty.” Prompto felt sick saying the words, but knew that if it were to keep Ardyn happy, then he’d do it. “I feel much better today.” 

“Do you?” Ardyn seemed pleased with that answer. “I’m so happy to hear that, Prompto~. Now, you know what time it is, don’t you?” He heard him snap his fingers, and he instantly went into defensive mode. 

“No!” He cried, as he felt two MTs grab onto his arms. “Stop this! Why do you keep doing this?!” 

“Why do you keep insisting on coming in here, and making a request for you to do certain things? You’re making me upset, Prompto, and we can’t have that now, can we~?” 

Ardyn didn’t sound upset. He sounded happier than a garula in shit. Prompto struggled in the MTs arms, fighting with everything he had. “I’m sorry! I’ll do better next time!” 

“If there is a next time~.” 

Prompto couldn’t ask what he meant, as the MT knocked him hard on the head, the blackness returning, taking him away from his new, awful reality. 

***

He had no idea how much time had passed when he woke up. The ringing had returned, and his body felt awful. There was a soft knock on the door, which brought tears to his eyes. He didn’t want to keep doing this. He couldn’t keep doing this. His mind wasn’t going to let him. It was all becoming too much, now. Please, Noct. Where are you?? Why aren’t you here yet??

The door to his room opened, revealing Ardyn holding another curative in his hand. “I’ve come with some relief for you~.” 

“I don’t want it.” He said, with little enthusiasm in his voice. All he wanted to do was sleep. Sleep would take away this madness. Couldn’t deal with Ardyn if he wasn’t awake for it. 

“Yes, you do~.” Ardyn came over to his bed, and kneeled by the side of the bed. “If you don’t take it, I’ll use it on you myself.” 

He stared up at Ardyn, his eyes filling with tears. “W-Why are you doing this? For fun? Because this isn't fun, Ardyn. I’d rather you physically torture me than do this to me.” 

“Do you think I’m torturing you?” Prompto nodded his head. “My boy, I would never do such a thing. No, I’m only trying to teach you some manners~.” 

“Please, go away.” 

The curative was broken over his head, and he felt all the pain disappear from his body. “Good night, Prompto. May you have sweet dreams as you rest without any pain~.” 

“Ardyn, wait! Please!” He called out, not knowing what was possessing him to speak longer to him as Ardyn was already at the door when he stopped. “How long is this going to go on for??” 

“Until you submit.” 

The words were cold, Ardyn not bothering to turn around as he spoke them to him. Prompto began to cry in earnest now, as he knew there was no way he would ever submit to him. Not when he was doing these awful things to him. There was no way it would ever happen. 

He fell back onto the cot he was using as a bed, and let the tears fall. Tomorrow he would try again, and he knew he would fail. 

***

Prompto found Ardyn after hunting for only fifteen minutes. He found him in a room that had nothing in it, save the throne he was sitting on. He stood in front of Ardyn, but did not bend to his will. 

“Get on your knees.” 

Ardyn stared at him with a fiery hatred that Prompto could feel in his heart. He knew this man was pure evil, and would never willingly do as he’s told. He felt the hands of the MTs on his shoulders push him down to the floor, his knees hitting it with a hard thwack. 

He pitched forward with a loud cry, feeling his kneecaps breaking. “Fuck you, Ardyn!” He shouted, as the MTs dragged him away. Ardyn’s laughter rang in his ears before the inevitable strike to his head occurred, and darkness took him as its prisoner once more. 

***

A curative was sitting next to his bed when he woke up. He glanced around the room and didn’t see Ardyn, which made him slightly relieved. Picking it up, he used it, and the pain he’d felt in his knees was now gone, his bones healing with the elixir that had been provided to him. 

There was a soft tap on the door. His shoulders dropped in defeat as he knew who it was. “I don’t want to see you.” 

“But I wish to see you, my boy~.” Ardyn came into the room, and took a seat next to him on the cot. “I see your knees are all better now.” 

“Do you want me to thank you?” He asked, his voice slightly hysterical. “Do you want me to get on my knees for you right now, and praise your name??” 

A gloved hand touched his knee. Prompto stared at it, but couldn’t move away from the touch fast enough, so there it sat as Ardyn spoke to him. “I want you to do what you want to do.” He could feel Ardyn’s thumb against his inner thigh, sending a signal to his brain that was highly inappropriate but it couldn’t be helped. He hadn’t been touched in so long by anyone that it was doing a number on his mind. 

“I won’t do it,” he whispered, feeling utterly defeated. He knew Ardyn could sense it, as his hand slowly slid up his thigh in a suggestive manner that Prompto was too broken to push away. “I refuse.” 

“I know you do, my boy.” Ardyn’s voice was now a mere whisper too, the touch of his lips against his ear sending tears streaming down Prompto’s face. “But wouldn’t it be so nice to submit? I know you want to. I can feel you wanting to please, isn’t that right~?” 

“No.” Prompto groaned as Ardyn’s gloved hand brushed against his cock, his arousal betraying him as he was already painfully hard. “I don’t want to do any of that.” 

“And yet~.” 

Ardyn didn’t need to finish that thought, as Prompto knew what he was going to say. He could feel his hand rubbing his cock in a lewd manner, in a way that he should tell him to stop. But again, those touches were feeling so good, that it was making it very difficult for him to remember to say those things. His mind was at a point where it no longer cared about anything anymore. All his mind cared about was how good he was feeling right now because of those touches, and that was all that mattered. 

He felt Ardyn push his hand down the front of his pants, and then felt the soft leather of his glove surrounding his naked cock. Prompto couldn’t win. He began to moan, as the pleasure began to take over his brain, all other rational thoughts leaving his mind. It didn’t take him long to come, as Ardyn’s hand pumped his cock up and down, with a strong tight fist. As he came, he heard Ardyn praise him for doing the right thing, and all Prompto could do was cry in response. 

This was it - he was finally broken. 

***

Prompto woke up alone a few hours later, and wondered if he was going to have to go and find Ardyn again. His body still felt a little loose from the orgasm he’d been made to have. That had happened, hadn’t it? Prompto could no longer remember if that had been real, or if it had been a dream. 

Wait, I would never dream about Ardyn jerking me off. Right. He wouldn’t. 

He stumbled down the hallway, trying to get his feet to work properly as he made his way to the elevator. It was time for his daily hunt of Ardyn. Another hunt to be told to do something he would never willingly do, and would wind up back in his room with another lump on his head. 

The throne took up most of the small room that Prompto had found Ardyn in, this time on the second level above the basement of the Keep. He saw him sitting on the throne, with both legs kicked over the side, leaning his back against the other arm as he stared at Prompto. 

“Get on your knees.” The words came out of Ardyn’s mouth, Prompto standing straight and true. 

The MTs were there in a flash, pushing him down to the floor to force him to his knees. His kneecaps didn’t break this time, but he knew they were going to be bruised. “G-Give up, Ardyn. I will never do as you ask.” He seethed. 

“You will, and you know it~.” 

Those were the last words he heard before the MT knocked him out again, taking away his awful reality, and allowing him to enter a dreamless sleep. 

***

Prompto was no longer laying on a cot, but instead was now on a very plush bed. His body hurt all over. Looking to his side, he saw a plethora of curatives at his disposal. Picking up an elixir, he let it wash over him, making him feel brand new. He laughed, feeling giddy as the elixir spread throughout his body. 

He had no idea where he was, though. This wasn’t his room. It wasn’t a room he’d been in yet, and he’d been in quite a lot of them in the Keep. Getting up, he heard a noise in the en suite bathroom, and then felt his pulse race with anxiety as a person stepped out and into the room. “Ah, you’re awake~. How nice to see you, Prompto.” 

“Why.” He felt his shoulders drop. Ardyn was walking towards him in only a towel, his hair dripping wet onto his shoulders. 

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean~.” Ardyn approached him, then brought his hand to his cock, cupping him with the palm of his hand. “Wouldn’t you like to have a little more fun like this again?” 

“No.” His mouth answered in the negative, but his cock betrayed him again by growing hard underneath the touch of Ardyn’s hand. 

“We’ll call a truce~.” Prompto lifted his head to look into Ardyn’s eyes, as his hand kept its place on Prompto’s cock. “A little fun to relieve some of the stress I know I’m causing you.” 

“No.” He answered again, but this with no gumption behind it. He was already falling back on the bed as Ardyn moved closer to him. His head was beginning to spin as the thought of being sexually aroused and played with again seemed highly stimulating. 

“You can say no as often as you want~.” Ardyn’s lips brushed against his, leaving a hint of a kiss on them as he worked on unbuttoning Prompto’s pants. “But we both know that you really mean yes, isn’t that true, my boy~?” 

It would be so easy to deny the claim, but Prompto knew it would be a lie. Ardyn was right - he really did want to be touched and played with. Ardyn’s hand felt so good on his cock, that it was hard to think about anything else. He leaned back against the pillows, moaning as Ardyn’s mouth soon joined his hand in pleasuring Prompto’s cock. His arousal grew and grew, and soon he was coming, filling Ardyn’s mouth with his hot seed. 

Panting softly, he saw Ardyn stand up from the bed, and dropped the towel. He pulled Prompto up off the bed, and stared at him, while fondling his cock. “Get on your knees.” 

He dropped to them without a second thought, and brought his mouth to where Ardyn’s cock was, who fed it to him, inch by glorious inch. He moaned as it felt hard against his tongue, but then soft around his lips. It felt so good to service Ardyn’s cock like this, as he bobbed his head up and down. Every single inch pushed against his tongue, and he relaxed his throat as he felt him start to really snap his hips. 

“That’s my good boy~.” Ardyn praised him as he rolled his hips faster. “I’m going to give you the nicest treat. Only the best from your King~.” 

Warm, hot cum began to flow down his throat as Ardyn orgasmed. Prompto groaned, swallowing everything that he could, some spilling from the sides of his mouth. As soon as he was finished, Ardyn pulled his cock out of his mouth, but Prompto brought his lips back to the tip, sucking out the last bits of his orgasm. Once it was gone from his mouth, he stared up at him with a loopy smile on his face. 

“Did you like that, Prompto~?” Ardyn asked, wiping some of the cum that had spilled out of the sides of his mouth with his thumb, and brought it to Prompto’s lips. 

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The words rolled off of his tongue, as he licked at the pad of his thumb. It was easy to say, and he knew it was the truth. Ardyn was his King, and he was now his loyal servant. 

“Do you submit to me?” 

He breathed through his nose as Ardyn’s hand had returned to playing with his cock. “Yes, Your Majesty.” He groaned, pushing his hips forward to chase after Ardyn’s fist. “Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it.” 

“Yes, you will~. Because you’re mine, Prompto.” 

“Yours.” 

Ardyn treated him to multiple rounds of sex, Prompto begging him to stop but he wouldn’t. Ardyn made him come over and over, further destroying his mind in the process. But Prompto didn’t care. He liked the way Ardyn made him feel, as it felt good to be touched in this manner. The fight had gone out of him.

All thoughts of his friends left his head, and never returned. 

He was now Ardyn’s, and he would do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Now until the end of time. 

XxX

Cross-posted to AO3

[impatient-traveler]

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.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

[higharollakockamamie]

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.

[impatient-traveler]

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!)

[vampatics]

Me checking the #promdyn tag once every few months

[amyintheattic]

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.

[anthropos-metronff]

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.

[promptoshipzine]

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[heartlessfujoshi]

hi again its filth anon!!! Was wondering if I could see some Promdyn + praise kink please, keep doing the lords work 😁

Hello!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to see this - I was on hiatus for a bit. But, hopefully this was worth the wait. :)

Title: Insanity Rating: Explicit (NSFW - Dubcon to Consensual - Stockholm Syndrome - Praise Kink - Gratuitous amounts of sex)

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“You’re such a good boy. Doing the right things to please me~. No one could ever be as good as you, Prompto.”

Sweat clung to Prompto’s body as he sat up in bed, his bedsheet falling down to pool around his hips, his lungs struggling to get the air that he desperately needed. Trying to calm himself down, he looked around the room and focused on the lamp that was off to the side, grounding him out of the sheer panic that had woken him up.

Taking a few deep breaths, he finally felt like he was normal, which was saying a lot. He reached over to turn on the lamp, wanting a little bit of light so that he could take stock on his body, to make sure there were no marks there. Marks that had been there a long time ago, that he could feel the phantom touches that would make his skin crawl at the time it was happening to him, but now - it seemed his mind was playing a cruel trick on him and making him yearn for these sadistic touches. Touches that made him nauseous and anxious. Looking down at his lap, though, it seemed his body was in a different frame of mind as his cock was hard - harder than it normally would be from morning wood.

He rubbed his face and flopped back down onto his bed. It had been close to a year since he’d escaped Ardyn’s clutches at Zegnautus Keep with his friends. He’d never told them about what he’d experienced while he’d been there - he saw no need to because he didn’t want their pity. What would they have said if he’d told him he’d been forced to do many sexual things? He was rescued and didn’t want to think about it ever again.

This was the third dream he’d had this week of his time with Ardyn, and waking up feeling like he could go through it again was alarming. He didn’t know what to make of it, as it wasn’t ever something he liked happening while it occurred. Ardyn’s voice continued to echo in his mind - the soft praises that he received whenever he did something good, the gentle touches that came with those praises. Prompto felt like he was going to be sick.

Extinguishing the light, he got up from the bed and went to his bathroom, still taking deep breaths as he tried to regulate his heart rate. “Why is this happening now?” He knew there would be no answer, but felt better saying it out loud because sometimes being alone out here wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be.

Gladio and Ignis were somewhere else right now - he couldn’t remember if they were heading out to Ravanogh or if they were heading to Duscae. He was holed up at the Three Z’s in Longwythe. It was one of the only places that had a working light, and he felt better with it there as the daemons were everywhere now, thanks to the sun disappearing due to the Scourge. He pulled his phone out, and sent a text to Gladio. “When are you guys coming back?”

“Probably four to five days. Why? Is something wrong? Do you need us back sooner?”

Prompto didn’t want to tell him he was having nightmares again. It had been such a chore to get over them once they’d left Zegnautus Keep. He didn’t need his friends to worry about him again. “No, everything is ok here. See you then. Stay safe.”

“You too.”

Setting his phone down, he looked at his face in the mirror and sighed. The dark circles under his eyes were horrendous. These dreams were really starting to fuck with him. He got dressed and decided that maybe a walk around the area would help to get his mind back on his side, rather than have it fantasize about things that are supposed to make him feel awful, but then don’t.

He’s twenty feet away from the hotel when he heard the distinct sound of a footfall. Goosebumps appeared on his arms, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up stiff and tall as he knew the sound of that gait. “Go away.” He prayed that it was his mind continuing to play tricks on him, as he was in no condition to have a tête-à-tête with this person. Not right now.

“Here I thought you would be welcoming me back into your arms~.” The man who’d tortured him pychologically for too many days spoke to him as if they were the best of friends. “Or should I say, I should be welcoming you into my arms~?”

He turned to where the voice was traveling from, and saw his nemesis standing there, a smarmy grin on his face. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I don’t want any trouble. Leave me alone.”

“What brings you out on a night like this?” Ardyn kept his distance, but didn’t turn away from him. “You wouldn’t be having any sort of dreams, would you?” Prompto felt his heart stop in his chest as he stared back at him. “Or, are they nightmares? Nightmares of a time you’d like to forget about~?”

Prompto’s hand curled into a fist at his side. “This is a trick. You’re doing this on purpose. You don’t know what I dream about. You can’t know that.”

“Are you for certain?” Closing his eyes, he counted to ten in his head before opening them, and saw that Ardyn was no longer where he’d been before. A hand touched his shoulder, Prompto instantly going on high alert as he wasn’t expecting the touch. “It seems to me like you could use a release of sorts~. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me, Prompto~?”

Those two simple words were like a trigger to him. He always assumed that if he were to hear them again, he would reject how they made him feel. But apparently his dreams were doing their best to convince his waking self that this was a good thing. That he could get rid of his man if he just did as he said. Perform in a way that he’d been forced to do, but this time on his own terms. As sick as that sounded.

“Why are you here?” He asked, hoping to receive a truthful answer. “Were you waiting for me?”

“I don’t need to wait for you.” The hand on his shoulder slid down to his upper arm, and then down towards his wrist where Ardyn’s thumb touched the barcode he chose to no longer hide. “I know where you are, at all times~.”

“What do you want.” It was pointless to try and escape, as he knew he wasn’t strong enough to fight Ardyn alone. He’d learned that from the countless times he’d tried to escape but somehow wound up back where he started.

The thumb on his wrist kept swiping back and forth, making his stomach roll in a way that he hated. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was so weak that he couldn’t resist how the minorly intimate touch felt to his body. “Take me back to your room. I know your body misses mine, as I miss yours terribly.”

“You’ll leave me alone after, right?”

“As long as you’re a good boy, I’ll do anything you want~.”

Prompto walked back towards his room without looking back at his former captor, knowing that Ardyn was following him. He entered his hotel room, and then turned around to face the man that haunted his dreams. Ardyn closed the bedroom door, and approached him with that same smile that made his stomach clench.

“Now, now. What should you be doing right now?” Ardyn asked, as he came to a stop in front of where he was standing. “You know better.”

It was as if no time had passed. He was back in Zegnautus Keep, stuck in the awful time loop of waiting for his friends to come and rescue him. Kneeling down, he could see Ardyn was unzipping his pants and felt his tongue grow thick in his mouth as saliva began to fill his cheeks. Once his cock was revealed to him, Prompto brought his lips to the tip and gave it a few kisses, falling back into the routine that he’d shared with this man.

Fingers pushed through his hair as he swallowed Ardyn’s cock, the touches like lightning as heat raced through his body. “That’s my favorite boy….” He moaned in response, his eyelids falling closed as he took the man’s praise at face value. “Only you know how to please me so well. Isn’t that right~?”

He gave a slow nod of his head, his body feeling like it was on fire as he worked his mouth on Ardyn’s cock. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a part of him was screaming to stop this - bite down on this man’s dick so he could no longer do any sort of psychological harm to him - but the gentle touches and caresses to his head and face were keeping that voice silent as he rode the high of praise. Prompto sucked on Ardyn’s cock with as much enthusiasm as he could, which meant to say that it was a lot as drool was spilling out of his mouth as he bobbed his head with slow, steady bobs.

“You really are the perfect lover, aren’t you~? Suck on it a little more. Let me give you what I know you really want.”

Prompto didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted this madness to end, but it seemed that that was a useless hope and one he couldn’t fight for. Bobbing his head, he increased the suction around Ardyn’s cock and began to feel his hot cum shoot down his throat, the fingers in his hair holding tight as he began to swallow it all down. It was a familiar taste, one that he hated to admit that he’d missed, as it felt good to be doing this again. It always felt good when he was a good boy for Ardyn.

Leaning back on his knees, Prompto stared up at him, panting softly. “Was that good?” He needed to hear confirmation. He craved it.

“It was better than good. Your mouth is the finest gift on Eos, my boy.” Ardyn helped him up off of his knees and pulled him towards the bed. He laid down, and felt Ardyn’s weight fall on top of him, his mind trying to argue that it needed to run but his sex-addled brain was telling him to cling to him and hold on for as long as he could. “I bet you want to feel my cock in a different part of your body now, isn’t that right, Prompto~?”

“Hhhngh…” He wanted to say no. He needed to say no, but all he could do was roll his hips, wanting Ardyn to know that he was ready for him. He’d been ready since he’d woken up from that stupid nightmare. “I want you.” Prompto whispered, hating how easy it was to say those three words, when he wanted to say ‘I hate you’ instead.

Warm fingers caressed his cock as Ardyn’s hand slipped down the front of his pants. “I can feel how hard you are. Always such a good boy for me~. You know what I want, and I know what you need. The perfect relationship.”

The worst relationship. He tried to say those words, but the hand on his cock was making him lose his mind that the thought went away as fast as it had come. Ardyn pulled his pants off, and then he was treated to his mouth on his cock, which sent Prompto soaring. Ardyn never gave him this kind of treatment when he was his captive. This was an entirely new experience, and it was making him confused, horny, and needy all at the same time.

“I want to drink your cum. Be a good boy, and let me have that.” Ardyn’s tongue licked up and down his cock, Prompto moaning loud at the insistent touches. “You’ll have my cock soon~.”

“O-Okay…” There was no point in fighting anything anymore. The praise washed over him as he began to hump Ardyn’s mouth, his fingers tightening their grip on the top of his head. It didn’t take long for him to start to come, as he was already on the edge from doing this same act to the man who was giving him the best gift. Prompto moaned, “Ardyn…” and let himself go as he felt Ardyn swallow all of his cum.

Or so he thought, but then when Ardyn put his lips against his own, he was given his own cum, the thick glob that was on Ardyn’s tongue transferred to his own. He moaned as he swallowed it, and then clung to Ardyn as he felt the tip of his cock starting to poke against his twitching hole. Something warm touched his entrance, and he felt lube being pushed into his body by way of Ardyn’s fingers. Again, this wasn’t something he was used to - Ardyn would take him without prep and he learned to deal with it. These gentle touches were too much.

Sobbing, he shook his head back and forth. “N-No….T-This isn’t right…”

“It is~.” Ardyn whispered into his ear as the fingers inside of him kept pumping at a slow rhythm. “You deserve this for being such a good boy for me~. You always know how to make me feel so good.” The fingers inside of him were taken away, and then he felt Ardyn’s cock push against his now spread hole. “It’s time to show you what you’ve been missing.”

He screamed so loud that his voice cracked as Ardyn’s cock pushed into his body. Prompto knew that he was right - he had been missing this part of their sick and twisted relationship. Now the dreams made more sense - he needed this as his body had been aching for it in a way he hadn’t realized was at all possible. Pushing his hips down, he moaned loud as Ardyn’s cock filled him up, driving him right back to that mad place that he shouldn’t be excited to return to, yet here he was, begging for more.

“Such a good boy…” The words rang in his ear as Ardyn pulled him through a full body orgasm, his mind going totally blank as he grasped onto the pleasure. “Yes, Prompto….Fall again for me…”

Prompto couldn’t stop even if he wanted to - which he didn’t. Ardyn made it too easy to return to those memories where everything felt good. The sex with Ardyn was always so mindnumbing fantastic that all he wanted to do was get taken over and over by him. And it seemed that Ardyn was on the same wavelength as him, as they both climaxed together and afterwards, an elixir was broken above Prompto’s head, putting him right back to square one with his hormones and the need to fuck more.

On his hands and knees, he screamed and yelled for Ardyn to fuck him harder, begged him to tell him he was a good boy. Over and over the praise fell into his ears as Ardyn drilled his cock home into his body, Prompto sobbing as he came over and over again. He had no idea how many times he came as he was told how good he was, Ardyn keeping him pliant with all of his praises.

Time was nonexistent. With no sunrise or sunset, Prompto stayed trapped in the bedroom with Ardyn, the sex unbelievable. He was so worn out and delirious, that he began to question if this was really happening, or if it was an elaborate dream. All the sex was making him feel complete in a way he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. He knew his friends were coming back soon, and that this had to come to an end - if it was real.

“This is real~.” Ardyn spoke low into his ear, after another intense orgasm was shared. “I will know when you need this. Don’t close yourself off to me, Prompto~. You are mine. You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ardyn. I’m your good boy.” He moaned the words as Ardyn’s cock sank back into his body for the nth time that day.

He watched Ardyn get his clothes back on, and saw him walk towards the door, his mind still in a sex-enduced haze. “Are you sure this was real?” He asked, almost afraid to learn that his mind had broken completely.

“Do you want it to be real?”

“Yes.” Prompto answered with hesitation.

“I will see you soon. Be a good boy while we’re apart, and I will reward you the next time our paths cross~.” Ardyn blew him a kiss, and then was gone from his hotel room, leaving Prompto alone.

This was total madness. He knew that this was wrong on every single level, and yet - he couldn’t wait for Ardyn to return back to him, so that he could return to that undeniable haze that came about thanks to his praising words.

[eldritchspeaker]

Ardyn + Prompto ship stuff

[cyborgpulsebooks]

i should start introducing myself as like, “that ffxv author you’ve probably read but remember no defining features about.” i should get a badge and wear it if i ever go to kupocon one day

[legally-immortal]

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.

[battleshot]

"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.

"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​

                            ❝    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.