#promptioweek2017

[lhugbereth]

Promptio Week Day Four: Gods 

Gladio from the House of War, smitten with Prompto, of the Houses of Love and Nature // A match literally made in the heavens

Designs based on THIS beautiful story by @achryathesecond (teaser under the link) PLEASE go read this, it is perfection. 

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Promptio Week Day 6: Band AU/ Family Prom fell asleep when they were trying to write songs it's only 12:30 am the next day bUT it's the closest I've gotten to on time

[harshmallowffxv]

A Gentle Touch — a Promptio fic (General Audiences)

Written for day 5 of @promptioweek, under the prompt 'memento'. Also on ao3.

The gash across Gladiolus’s chest is ugly and raw, healing poorly. He knows it will scar; knows it will be written into him forever, like the eagle outstretched across his skin.

It feels like a badge to him — a trophy. Proof of his worth.

His friends are more interested in the other cut, the one on his face. They laugh about it, they feign awe. They make light of his quest to the Proving Grounds, but they don’t know that it almost cost him his life.

He doesn’t tell them that the cut across his torso still bleeds, still opens up when he exerts himself too much — which seems to be all the time, lately. He makes sure to clean it and change the bandages when he’s alone, where the others can’t see. He hides it, because he knows they’ll worry.

They have enough to worry about.

He can feel it even now, oozing through the gauze, turning the dark grey of his tank to a murky black. The pain itself is just a sting — a distraction from more important things.

Prompto’s down; the Voretooth has him pinned, gnashing at his face with its maws. Gladiolus runs over, swinging his greatsword as he goes. It cuts through the beast like butter and he shoves the body away, gripping Prompto’s hand and pulling him to his feet.

‘Keep it together, Prompto,’ he growls.

Prompto looks at him, wide-eyed. His glance lingers around the middle of Gladiolus’s chest, taking in the stain there. Before he can get a chance to piece things together, Gladiolus grips him by the shoulder and nudges him back into the fray.

The battle is over swiftly, but not as tidily as Gladiolus would have liked. Noct misjudged a point-warp and wound up smacking face-first into a rock; Prompto never should have been overpowered so easily.

Noct sits alone, nursing a bruise on his lip. When Gladiolus moves to check on him, he sees Prompto give him a meaningful glance. His eyes flick, once again, down to the stain spreading out into the fabric of his shirt.

Gladiolus turns away, ignoring him.

It’s easy enough to take supplies out of the first aid kit without the others noticing — it’s finding the time and privacy to patch himself up that proves challenging. They’re back in the car on the way back to turn in a hunt and he knows they’re still a while from civilisation. He can feel blood dampening the gauze on his chest, and he almost doesn’t dare look down for fear of what he’ll see.

Noct hasn’t noticed yet — not that he would — and Ignis has been too engrossed in driving to check in with him. It’s Prompto that he’s worried about; he keeps twisting around in his seat to look him over, his eyes always finding their way back to the stain on Gladiolus’s shirt

The others order food from a cart while Noct turns in the hunt. Gladiolus takes the opportunity to slip away, hunting down the rest room with his borrowed medical supplies in hand.

It’s a dingy little bathroom, lit by a flickering fluorescent. The sink looks like it hasn’t seen disinfectant in a lifetime, but it’ll have to do.

He lifts his tank to inspect the damage, looking at the red stain blooming across the gauze on his chest in the chipped mirror in front of him. Methodically, he peels away at the medical tape holding down the edges and pulls a corner aside, wincing as the bandage separates from delicate scar tissue.

It’s not as bad as he had suspected, although it seems he has busted a couple more of the stitches Cor put in place for him. He really needs to be more careful.

The door squeaks open behind him, filling the room with wan light from outside, and he lets his shirt drop. It’s too late — Prompto is there, his eyes fixed on the mirror, having already seen enough.

‘Dude,’ he says. ‘Why didn’t you tell us?’

He’s already through the door, marching across the grimy tiles, and suddenly he’s at Gladiolus’s side. Too fast, too close; his hand finds its way to Gladiolus’s ribs and comes to gently rest there.

Gladiolus had been set to brush him off, to flinch away, but he doesn’t. Just stands there and lets Prompto press his fingers a little into the material of his shirt and look up at him with those big blue doe eyes.

Grudgingly, he allows Prompto to pull up his shirt and peel off the rest of the tape. He’s so tentative as he lifts the bandage, brow furrowed in concentration. He draws in a sharp breath when he sees the size of the gash.

‘This is pretty bad,’ he says. ‘You probably need new stitches. And maybe to take it easy for a little while.’

His fingers probe a little too close to the wound; Gladiolus grunts in pain. With an apologetic grimace, Prompto steps back and lets his hand drop.

‘We gotta tell the others,’ Prompto says. He’s uncharacteristically grave, and it’s unnerving. ‘Iggy, at least. He’ll know what to do.’

‘No,’ Gladiolus says, sharply. ‘It’s fine. I just gotta be more careful picking your ass up off the ground.’

Prompto doesn’t seem convinced, but neither does he make any moves to go tell the others. Instead, he helps Gladiolus — helping him tug the shirt up over his head, undressing the wound, washing it carefully with saline solution from the little blue bottle Gladiolus took from the first aid kit. To say it smarts is an understatement, but Prompto is gentle.

The fluorescent buzzes overhead, droning at the edge of Gladiolus’s thoughts. He can hear Prompto’s breathing just above it, slow and measured.

‘You sure you won’t let somebody look at this?’ Prompto says.

‘You’re looking, aren’t you?’

Prompto sighs. He looks up, eyes narrowed in frustration — in concern, maybe. Gladiolus feels cool fingertips press to his ribs, feels them slide a little down to his waist. The touch leaves a trail of goosebumps behind it.

‘I’m serious, Gladio.’

Did he always have those circles under his eyes? Those little lines around his mouth? Gladiolus realises, maybe for the first time, that he never knows just what is going on under that mop of meticulously-styled blond hair.

He thinks of a day, weeks before, when they had wound up lost together in the woods; when he had felt a little pang of something, something worryingly close to jealousy, as he had seen a stranger take hold of Prompto’s hand.

Prompto’s fingers are still pressed to his skin, blue eyes staring up at him.

‘Finish patching me up first,’ Gladiolus says gently, ‘and then I’ll think about it.’

Prompto presses his lips together, but nevertheless he returns his attention to his task. He’s more timid and careful than Gladiolus might ever have thought possible as he affixes fresh gauze in place and seals it with tape.

Gladiolus slips into a clean shirt, grateful for the reprieve from the stickiness at the front of the old one. He hopes the others don’t question the wardrobe change.

‘Good as new,’ Prompto says.

They should be confident words, but there’s a waver in his voice. He nibbles at his lip and just for a moment — one fleeting, dizzying moment — Gladiolus finds himself looking at Prompto’s mouth.

Whatever this is, whatever daydream they’ve stepped into, Prompto shatters it by slugging him companionably in the shoulder. Surprisingly, it hurts. A lot.

Gladiolus waits until Prompto has gone ahead, letting himself out, to rub at his shoulder with a wince. Who would have thought the guy could pack such a punch?

[yodepalma]

promptio day 6: band au/family

Title: Nesting | (ao3 link. with a bonus chapter!) Rating: G Summary: So it turns out their cat isn’t a boy after all. And she’s pregnant.

Gladio closes the door behind him softly when he gets home, mindful of the silence in the apartment. It’s normally a lot louder, but for the past couple months Prompto has insisted they keep the noise at a minimum. He doesn’t turn on his music too loud when he’s working, and Gladio can’t turn the television up as high as he wants to. Because it would apparently disturb Cora the Destroyer too much.

Gladio’s still annoyed that Cora had turned out not to be as male as they’d thought, but he supposes surprise kittens are what he gets for failing to take her to the vet. Not that kittens were ever a bad thing. He just wishes he’d known to expect them.

He sighs and kicks his shoes onto the mat by the door, then heads toward the bedroom. He taps on his bedroom door before he opens it, but a tiny ball of fluff still tries to wriggle past him.

“Oh no you don’t,” Gladio says, scooping her up. “Prompto, I thought you were watching them.”

Gladio steps into the room, cradling the kitten against his chest so she doesn’t fall. He can’t stop his smile when he catches sight of Prompto laid out on the floor with the other kitten curled up on his stomach. Cora is flopped down by his side, and her ears perk up when the kitten Gladio’s holding meows in distress.

“Yeah, yeah.” Gladio grumbles as Cora meows back. “Stop wriggling. I feel like I’m holding jello.”

The kitten meows again. Before Cora can get up to make sure she’s okay, Gladio walks over to deposit the kitten beside her. As Cora starts grooming the kitten, Gladio kneels at Prompto’s other side and pokes him awake.

“Five more minutes,” Prompto mumbles. Gladio has to put a hand on his chest to keep him from rolling onto his side. “M’sleeping.”

“Babe, there’s a kitten on your stomach.” Gladio pets the kitten so Prompto can feel him purring. “Are you trying to kill our grandchildren?”

Prompto opens his eyes and glares. “Gonna kill you,” he says. His fingers brush against Gladio’s as he tries to pet the kitten too.

“No you won’t.” Gladio makes himself more comfortable on the floor so he can lean over Prompto and kiss the tip of his nose. “You love me too much.”

Prompto grabs his shirt before he can pull away, dragging him down into a kiss. Gladio leans into it, sliding his fingertips down the side of Prompto’s neck. “You’re lucky I love you.” Prompto sighs against his cheek.

“Yeah, I really am.” Gladio kisses him again, then forces himself to pull away. “We should go get dinner.”

Prompto’s face twists into a grimace. “But I can’t move,” he whines. “I’ve been chosen.”

“Dork,” Gladio says. He carefully picks the kitten up off Prompto’s stomach and lays him next to his mother. He doesn’t even stir until Cora turns her attention to him and knocks him onto his side with her tongue.

Gladio chuckles and pulls Prompto to his feet, utterly ignoring the pout being directed at him. “You need to help me feed them, and then we need to go out for dinner. I don’t think you’ve left the house since they were born.”

“But they’re so cute and helpless,” Prompto whines. “What if something happens to them?”

“That’s what they have a mother for, Prom.” Gladio shakes his head and takes a step forward. He squeezes Prompto’s hips comfortingly. “They’ll be fine for a few hours. I just want to take my adorable boyfriend to the diner and show him off again.”

Prompto narrows his eyes. “Somebody spread a rumor that we broke up again, didn’t they?”

Gladio can feel the rueful twist to his smile. “Apparently my cat having kittens isn’t a good enough reason for you to become a hermit. I clearly haven’t taken you to enough Crownsguard parties if they think that.”

“Fine.” Prompto sighs melodramatically and pokes Gladio in the chest. “But we’re not staying out all night. You know I’ll worry about the kittens, and then I won’t have any fun at all and the rumors will get worse—”

Gladio laughs. “Okay, okay. Just a short dinner, and then we’ll come back and pretend to be responsible parents again. Happy?”

“Thrilled,” Prompto drawls sarcastically, but his smile is bright.

Gladio takes him to the diner most of the Crownsguard tend to congregate at. There aren't too many people there, which is probably for the best; the guys tend to drag them out to the bar more often than not. Gladio suspects they just like getting hugs from Prompto when he's drunk. Gladio certainly does.

Prompto shows off pictures of the kittens to everyone who stops by to ask where he's been lately. Gladio just hopes it makes them believe him and stop spreading those damn rumors.

[rsasai]

Cymbals

Title: Cymbals Rating: Explicit Pairing: Gladio/Prompto (promptio) Side Pairings: Ignis/Noctis (Ignoct) Status: In-Progress 1/??? (~1,900) Summary:  Band!AU 

Prompto is absolutely head over heels in love with Couerl Killers, more specifically their drummer Gladio Amicitia. A meeting in a bar changes everything and Prompto isn't sure if he's in over his head. 

Or maybe, well.... maybe this is a symbol.

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Day 6 for @promptioweek

[promptioweek]

The End Is Near

It’s about 8pm my time and the week is coming to a close!

I just wanted to thank everyone who participated, there has been a great turn out and lots of promptio goodies for everyone to enjoy :).  

Feel free to keep posting according to your own time zone and I wanted to let everyone know that I’ll be checking the tag the next few days as well to make sure I didn’t miss anything (if I’ve missed something please let me know!) and that way if there are things anyone just wants to finish or still wants to do, they can be collected here.  

Again, thank you all so much.  This is my first time doing anything like this and I was a bit nervous but I’m glad I did it.  I’d love to do it again next year and improve running it if that’s alright.  

Also, don’t forget @ffxvrarepairsweek starts right after this one! ^_^

Thanks <3

-Mahokoyuki

[loverboy-lancemcclain]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum Characters: Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: Fairy!Prompto, that’s literally it - Freeform, not beta’d I will sink with my ship Series: Part 2 of It’s Always Sunny in Insomnia Summary:

Promptio Week, Day Two Prompt: Exploration/Mythical Creatures

Gladio is forced to cut his way through the forest in search of his lost charge.

[mtyami]

Rain on a Tin Roof

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Oneshot for Promptio Week 2017 Day 7: First(s)/Free (Gods)

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum Synopsis:

When Ramuh’s storm separates the group and Gladiolus is left nursing an injured Prompto, he tries to make his long-harbored feelings known. But does the gunner still have eyes for Noctis, and Noctis alone?

Excerpt:

He inhaled, a long, staggering breath that seemed to hang in the air, thick as pea soup.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

Gladiolus locked eyes with Prompto and as the words tumbled forth from his mouth, the rain suddenly picked up, a relentless din against the rusty sheet of tin over their heads. The entire shack shook with the roll of booming thunder.

By Ramuh’s beard, why did it have to storm harder now?

Prompto’s mouth moved, and his head cocked gently to the side. I’m sorry, his lips said, followed by snippets of speech Gladiolus couldn’t quite make out.

[mahokoyuki]

New Beginning

[domesticfluffsimulator]

Promptio Week Day 1

Prompt: “In The Dark” Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 2043 Tags: Trans!Prompto, smut Notes: Really nothing else than boys having sex tbh This is also a surprise gift for @thoseweirdthings because I know he loves this pairing and trans!Prompto, and this is the kind of gift you offer to your best friend, right?

“Turn off the lights,” Prompto whispered in Gladio’s ear as he pressed himself against his boyfriend. Gladio smiled against his neck. This was the signal, their gimmick. The proof that Gladio has worked Prompto up long enough, with kisses and cuddles, and Prompto was entirely relaxed.

They had been together for so long now that Gladio didn't think twice about it, but Prompto was still bothered by the scars on his chest. Well, he didn't miss an occasion to expose them to the world, actually - the hot summer weather served as a delicious excuse; they were covered in a thin layer of sweat all day, a fact that wasn't helped by Gladio being a human furnace, so shirts and pants were out of the question. But the intimacy of their lazy-afternoons-turned-lazy-evenings was another kind of story. Prompto would let Gladio remove his insanely thick shirts, and let his fingers trail along or his tongue probe at the sensitive skin, but he couldn't let him look, and whenever Gladio had tried to tell him how beautiful he was, Prompto would only tense and close himself off like a shell, until the perspective of sex was definitely swept off the table.

So, Gladio had worked around it. Slowly, gently, at every occasion they had. They didn't have that much - between him training the prince and Prompto attempting photography school, their year had been busy. But with the summer starting, life had slowed down to an acceptable pace, and they could meet more often, almost always at Gladio's house and, on rare occasions such as this one, at Prompto's. And they would lie together on the bed for hours, alternating between talking and kissing, and this would turn into making out, and would usually stop there; until one time when the afternoon slowly turned into the evening until they couldn't see anything anymore, and both of them realized they could eventually make it work.

And they did.

[read on AO3]

[ferix-writes]

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Pre-Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Meet-Cute, Dessert & Sweets, Alternate Universe, Prompto is a Citadel staff member, Takes place in the game universe but nothing bad happens, Prom and Noct never met, Promptio Week 2017

Summary:

For Promptio Week Day 3, for the prompt dessert.

AU that takes place in the canon universe, but without any of the in game plot happening. Prompto works in the Citadel as a server and part of the kitchen staff and he’s helping cater a large party one night. Long after the party is over, Mr. Amicitia phones the kitchen and requests a tray of desserts be brought up to his room...

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Promptio Week Day 1: In The Dark/ In The Light The boys first date after the sun came back

Sorry this is late I’ve been busy

[harshmallowffxv]

Long Is the Night — a Promptio fic (General Audiences)

Written for day 1 of @promptioweek 2017, under the prompt ‘in the dark’.

Also over on ao3, for your convenience.

Gladiolus can see dark circles under Prompto’s eyes; they’ve been there for days now.

They’re all tired, their nerves frayed beyond reason. Every minor disagreement seems to explode into an all-out war until they storm off in opposite directions.

It’s not safe to go alone — not safe to be apart long. They wander the endless night as close to each other as they can bear, and even the rare retreats into solitude seem too great a risk.

It would be so easy to break down, to give up. To walk into the darkness and never look back.

Prompto is trying his phone again — shaking it, as though it might somehow jostle it back into working order. It’s not the phone that’s broken, it’s the signal. It was one of the first things to go.

When Prompto tries for the millionth time, dialling a number and holding the phone to his ear, the earnest little look of concentration on his face is too much for Gladiolus to stand.

He pushes himself up from his seat and taps Ignis gently on his shoulder.

‘Gonna stretch my legs,’ he says. ‘You need anything?’

Ignis shakes his head. It's not like he'd say it even if he did.

‘I'll be quite all right.’

He can't go very far. The haven’s protection only extends a few meters out, but he finds the farthest point from Prompto and stops there, staring out into the night.

There are daemons out there; he can't see their shapes in the darkness, but he can hear them moving about, slinking and slithering through the grass.

When he closes his eyes, he thinks he can pinpoint the sound of them — they're closer than he had first thought.

He could just step outside the boundary of the haven, could bring his torch to life and hunt them down. Might even make it through a handful of them before something much bigger and much deadlier came along and took him out with one strike.

He returns to their little fire as he always does, to the seats set out around it, to the tension that feels so stifling it makes him want to scream.

Prompto has given up on the phone for the time being. That’s something, at least.

‘Perhaps we might try Hammerhead in the morning,’ Ignis suggests.

Gladiolus takes his seat; picks up the half-eaten tin of soup, gone cold now from sitting for so long.

‘Yeah. Maybe.’

He shovels a spoonful into his mouth and nearly gags on the chunks of cold vegetables. He sets the whole thing down, spoon and all, with a sigh.

There’s not much to do but turn in — no King’s Knight to while away the hours, no chatting about the wedding.

He feels that familiar lurch, the gnawing in the pit of his stomach. He knows he can’t let it take root, can’t let it take over — he pushes it out away, fills his head instead with the tedium of routine. Planning the next day; planning the route to Hammerhead; planning, planning, planning.

He tidies up after their meal and for once, Prompto jumps up from his seat to help out. Together they make light work of the place and Gladiolus is almost disappointed by how quickly they breeze through the workload.

Ignis and Prompto will share the tent, while he takes the ground for his pillow. It’s not out of necessity — the tent used to comfortably fit four of them, so there’s plenty of room now for three — but being in there feels so claustrophobic, so chokingly familiar and wrong.

He waits until the others have retreated into the tent before spreading his bedroll out on the ground by the fire and stretching out on his back, staring up at the ceaseless blanket of black above.

As his eyes tire and begin to play tricks on him, he thinks he can pick out the stars in all their old locations, can see the silhouette of the moon in her peaceful repose.

Sleep has been coming more easily each night, he thinks, but the dreams are no less vivid. This time he finds himself defending the others from a horde of daemons breaking through the haven’s protection, but when he thinks he’s come to the end of it there are more, always more, swarming him until he collapses.

He hears mumbling when he wakes — feverish, desperate muttering, in Prompto’s voice. When he hears Noct’s name, called out softly in fear, it fills his veins with ice water.

He sits up and looks blearily about; pats the ground until he finds his phone and checks it for the time. It’s a little after midnight.

The fire has almost died down to embers, the wood crackling softly in the dwindling flames. It’s colder now, so he moves to the fire’s edge and prods at it with a stick, stirring it to life. The heat that comes off it is feeble but enough to drive some warmth back into his stiffening limbs.

A few metres away, within the confines of the tent, he hears a little cry. Ignis’s voice answers it, bleary but soothing: ‘It’s all right. You were dreaming.’

Gladiolus hears snatches of a whispered conversation between them; hears fabric rustling as clothes are hastily pulled on. A moment later Prompto emerges from the tent and Gladiolus can just make out his face in the dim light of the haven’s glow, the purple bruises ever more pronounced below his eyes.

He watches Prompto glance about, spotting Gladiolus before marching to the right and taking up a seat at the far side of the fire from him. Prompto whips out his phone, casting his face in blue as he moves thumbs deftly across the screen before lifting the handset to his ear.

Even from where Gladiolus sits, he can hear the three notes of the error tone announcing that there’s no signal, no answer, no point.

But still he keeps trying; keeps punching in numbers as though maybe the next one will work.

Gladiolus rises to his feet and crosses the haven, stopping at Prompto’s side. He reaches out for the phone and grasps it, and for a moment Prompto won’t let go — looks up at him, offended, and only holds on tighter.

‘Give it a rest,’ Gladiolus says. ‘We’ll hit Hammerhead tomorrow and check on everybody then.’

With a sigh, Prompto finally relinquishes his hold and Gladiolus powers the phone off, handing it back to him.

There’s another chair nearby — Ignis’s — and Gladiolus sinks into it, scooching it a little closer. Prompto watches him, warily, and doesn’t look away until Gladiolus settles back and closes his eyes, tipping his face toward the sky.

They sit there like that for maybe ten minutes, both of them silent, until Gladiolus hears a rhythmic tapping sound. When he opens his eyes he can just pick out the shape of Prompto’s hand drumming a nervous rhythm into the metal arm of his chair.

He sighs; straightens up and rests his leg across his other knee.

‘What’d you dream about?’

Prompto’s head snaps up and the drumming stops.

‘What?’ he says, as though waking from a dream. He shakes his head slightly and the movement sends his blond hair falling into his face. ‘I don’t know. Nothing, I guess. Just… little pieces of things.’

Like Noct.

Gladiolus presses his lips together to keep the name from ringing out. He’s heard Prompto say it at night a few times already, always in the throes of some fitful dream, but in their waking hours the three of them always manage to skirt around saying it. It feels as though uttering it aloud would break some spell and send the walls crashing down; Gladiolus isn’t quite ready for that yet.

‘You think it’s still there?’ Prompto says. ‘Hammerhead?’

Another day, a lifetime ago, Gladiolus might have teased him — might have asked if the real question was whether or not Cindy was there. There’s no energy left to tease, no strength to make a game of their friends’ survival.

He thinks of Iris, as he often does, and of how he had tried to dial her number before the phone lines failed. How the network had been so congested that he couldn’t even place the call.

He sits up in his seat and twists around, trying to place north from south.

The journey through Niflheim had been perilous, but the roads there had been better maintained — outposts here and there, lights all along to guide refugees on their path. Here, it’s like they’re all alone, the last people in the world.

Maybe they are.

He spots it then: hazy lights on the horizon, beneath the churning darkness. He taps Prompto on the shoulder and stretches his arm out, pointing.

‘See those lights way over there?’ he says. ‘That’s gotta be Hammerhead.’

Prompto twists, resting his knees on his seat and straightening up to get a better look. He cranes his neck for a while, trying to pick out what Gladiolus is pointing at; when he turns back his face is pale.

‘You think they’re okay?’ he murmurs.

Gladiolus nods.

‘Positive.’

He’s not even sure he believes his own words, but as Prompto settles back into his seat, Gladiolus thinks that for the first time in weeks he sees a hint of hope written into his friend’s features.

Gladiolus doesn’t know how long they spend together, sometimes talking, sometimes in silence. Maybe if there had been a sunrise to pierce through the darkness they would have watched it together; would have taken comfort in its glow.

There is no sunrise, but in its stead they take comfort in each other’s company.

It’s not like the old days — never will be again, Gladiolus thinks — but when Prompto’s chattering turns to listless murmurs and eventually dies down, his head dropping against his shoulder in slumber, it’s close enough for Gladiolus to pretend.

[yodepalma]

promptio week day 7

Title: puppy love | ao3 link Rating: G Summary: Gladio hates being in the house without Prompto. Other Notes: Vaguely inspired by @flickerlight’s there and back again

Gladio is happy for Prompto, he really is. It’s nice to see him getting paid to do the one thing he really enjoys doing, especially since he isn’t stuck taking pictures only of boring crap around Insomnia. It’s just hard to remember how good of a thing it is when he’s stuck at home without him.

Gladio shoves his face into Prompto’s pillow and sighs. The house is way too quiet when his boyfriend isn’t there. Life is too quiet without him.

At least Prompto will be home in a couple days. The past three have lasted forever. And he’s pretty sure the guys in the Crownsguard will murder him for sulking soon. Well, they’ll try, anyway.

He rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling. He wonders if Prompto’s sleeping better than he is. Probably not. He doesn’t do so well on the road, and if he has to stay in any havens—

Gladio really wishes he could’ve gone with him this time. He knows Prompto’s fine—they’d just talked a few hours ago—but it’s not the same as being there with him to make sure. Which means he just spends half of every night worrying, his stupid brain coming up with a hundred different scenarios where Prompto is eaten by a daemon. Or a coeurl. Or a giant lobster.

His brain is an asshole. He just wants to sleep. He throws an arm over his eyes and waits for his thoughts to fade.

The first thing Gladio does when he wakes up is check his phone. There's no messages. Not that he really expected there to be, or anything. Prompto doesn't wake up this early unless he has to.

Gladio still sends him a good morning text, just so he'll have something to smile about when he finally does get up. Then he rolls out of bed and heads straight for the kitchen. The coffee machine is waiting for him on the counter, still holding a whole cup of coffee. Because Prompto hadn't been there to finish off the pot. What a waste.

He briefly considers drinking what's in there instead of making an entirely new pot, but he's not sure he wants to find out what day-old coffee would taste like. Better just make more.

He very carefully makes enough coffee for just himself, and then continues with the rest of his morning on autopilot.

Prompto hasn't responded to his text by the time he makes it to the Citadel. Gladio scowls at his phone and trudges his way inside. If he spends too much time waiting he's going to be late.

"I should tell Prom to come home before you explode," Noct says when Gladio gets to the training room. "This is just getting sad.”

Gladio doesn't say anything. Even he's getting annoyed by his own moping.

Noct sighs. "Let's just get this over with. And try not to take it out on me this time? I still have a bruise on my ass."

"No promises." Gladio smirks.

He does try not to hurt Noct though, and focusing on the training at least keeps his mind off Prompto for a little while. But when he checks his phone afterwards there's still no message from Prompto, and he starts worrying all over again. What if he got eaten by a giant snake? Or trampled by a garula? Would Gladio ever know?

Noct comes over and punches his arm. "Relax. He's fine. Bet he's not even awake yet."

Gladio rubs his face. "Yeah, I know."

But Prompto still hasn't contacted him by lunch. Gladio scowls at his phone and resists the urge to call him—he doesn't want Prompto to think that Gladio thinks he's incapable—but he does send Prompto another text. Just to see if he's awake. Because there's nothing to worry about.

Pity he sucks at lying to himself.

The lack of a response distracts him for the rest of the day. He checks his phone every time he gets a break, even though it never makes any noise. And Noct isn't the only one who notices how out of sorts he is.

"Why don't you just go home?" his dad says when he runs into Gladio checking his phone in an alcove for the third time.

Gladio slouches against the wall and frowns. "Worrying at home isn't any better than worrying here."

His dad sighs. "Let me rephrase that. Go home, Gladio. You're not getting anything done anyway. I'll tell Cor you're busy."

Gladio glares at him suspiciously, but he seems sincere. Doesn't mean he won't get shit from Cor about it next time they spar, but at least he doesn't have to worry about it now.

The subway ride home is long and surprisingly quiet. Gladio's mind runs around in circles, giving him a thousand more unlikely ways Prompto could have died today. He wishes he had something to distract him, but when he turns on his phone all he does is stare at his messages.

He's relieved to finally get home, even if the house feels empty. Maybe they should get a dog or something. Even a fish would be better than coming home to nothing.

He lays down on the couch and imagines Prompto's reaction if he came back to find a puppy running around the place. He should be making himself dinner or something, but thinking about Prompto's excitement is way more interesting. He'll just stay here and  daydream for a few minutes. Then he'll get something done.

He wakes up to the sound of the door opening, and for a second he's worried that he forgot to lock it and someone is breaking in. Then he recognizes the sound of Prompto tripping over the door frame, and he's jumping over the back of the couch before he really realizes that Prompto's home.

Prompto's still standing in the open door, fighting against the straps wrapped around his chest. He doesn't look like he's been hurt or anything. Gladio isn't sure whether he's relieved or annoyed that he worried all day for no reason, but either way his reaction is the same.

"Oh, you're home early!" Prompto says as he finally manages to get one bag loose. "You're not sick, are you?"

"I'm fine," Gladio says. He lets Prompto put his bags on the floor, and then he wraps both arms around Prompto and tugs him close. "Kinda worried when you didn't reply to either of my texts, though."

"Sorry, I wanted to get home so I was driving all day—"

"Uh huh." Gladio leans down and kisses Prompto so he won't ramble. "Just glad you weren't kidnapped by a griffin or something."

"I've never even seen a griffin, Gladio." Prompto laughs and leans up for another kiss. "Though I bet I could get a great picture of one. Maybe I should--"

"No." Gladio pulls Prompto closer and buries his face in his hair. "You should stay home for at least a month. Maybe a year."

He can feel Prompto's eye-roll. "If you don't let me unpack I'd might as well go out again."

Gladio huffs and reluctantly lets go of Prompto. "Let me help you." He picks up all of Prompto’s bags and heads for the bedroom.

"Gladio, please." Prompto sighs and follows him. "They're not that heavy. I can carry them myself. And I don't need help."

Gladiolus puts the bags on the bed, making sure to be extra gentle with the camera. "Didn't say you need it," he mutters, fiddling with a zipper. "I just…"

"I missed you too, big guy." Prompto wraps his arms around Gladio's stomach and leans against his back. "If I hadn't been ignoring my phone I wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Which would've totally sucked."

"Yeah, it would've." Gladio turns around so he can cup Prompto's face in both hands and lean in for another kiss. Prompto meets him halfway, sliding his hands up Gladio's back to wrap his arms around his neck. They spend a long minute just kissing slowly, and Gladio can feel himself relaxing. There's nothing quite like kissing Prompto to make all of his stress disappear.

Prompto pulls away, patting Gladio on the chest. "C'mon, let's get this stuff away so I can take a shower. I'm all gross from driving."

Gladio sighs and kisses Prompto on the forehead. "All right," he says. "But only if I get to join you."

Prompto blushes. Like he wasn't thinking the same thing.

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Sun and Black Holes

Title: Sun and Black Holes Rating: Gen Pairing: Promptio (Gladio/Prompto) Status: One-Shot Summary:  In the morning light, Prompto’s hair sparkles like the sun.

In the moonlight, Gladio’s hair is a black hole.

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