#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. 

[bepart]

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

[niaswish]

To the rescue

It wasn’t something that they did often, it was dangerous and a last resort when all else failed. Ignis reached out to lay a hand on Gladio’s arm, ‘’Are you certain of this?’’ Gladio nodded, then remembering that Ignis couldn’t see him he answered, ‘’I am.’’

Noctis paced in front of them, biting on his lower lip and Gladio could see it begin to bleed. He was still angry at Noct for his behavior, for the way he had shut down and almost disappeared within himself after what had happened in Altissia with Ignis and Luna but now... Now at least Gladio could look at him and see the king Noctis was slowly becoming.

‘‘Hey, Noct. It’s going to be fine. Just cast the spell and make sure that Blondie doesn’t make a mess of things while I’m gone.’‘ Gladio reached out to grasp Noct’s arm and tug him closer softly. Noctis normally bright eyes, dimmed from weeks of depression and the ones that had only just begun to come back, were filled with worry and unshed tears.

‘‘I should be the one going. I’m the one who pushed him off!’‘ Noctis rushed out, biting into his lips again. Ignis shook his head carefully, ‘‘I understand that you are worried Noctis but the faster we can act the better. You are the only one who can cast thsi spell, as such we cannot allow you to be the one under it. What would happen should trouble arise?’‘

Noctis tensed up for a moment and then gave up, he turned to Gladio and said, ‘’Promise me. Promise me you’ll get him out and come back to us.’’ Gladio nodded solemnly, ‘’I promise Noct. You just worry about taking care of Iggy, Prom and yourself. I’ll be fine.’’

Noctis hesitated then nodded, he summoned the flask containing the spell they wanted and waited for Gladio to lie down on the thin bed before casting it. Ignis whispered, ‘’Safe travels.’’ in his ear before Gladio was dragged down into unconsciousness.

It seemed like a mere moment for Gladio before he could open his eyes again. For the first few seconds, Gladio was vastly disoriented. His body was extremely sore, thirsty and hungry. His sight was blurred and he needed to squint to see anything less than 2 meters from him.

‘‘Damn it kid, just what kind of trouble did you land into?’‘ Gladio muttered. The voice that came out was higher than his own. Gladio huffed, ‘‘This is so weird.’‘ before finally looking at his situation, or rather the situation Prompto found himself in when Gladio had switched body’s with their missing gunner.

Prompto had been locked into some kind of stand, arms spread out away from his body. Several metallic clamps held Prompto’s chest in place while his feet were immobilized by similar clamps. Gladio frowned as he noticed blood dripping from his wrists and ankles, the kid must have panicked and tried to rip himself free from the looks of things.

With a sigh, Gladio set about freeing Prompto’s body from its position. He muttered a soft apology before dislocating his thumb roughly. The pain was easy to ignore for Gladio, as he threaded his hand out of the clamp before forcing the thumb back in place.

From there it was easy to find the switch that released the clamps, allowing Gladio to tumble not so gracefully to his feet. Prompto’s body was not in good shape and that knowledge angered Gladio immensely. He took stock of all the various injuries, including the mostly healed remains of a burn over a barcode tattoo before trying to leave.

Gladio was going to get Prompto out of this place, where ever this was, even if it was the last thing he did. The Magitek Infantry never stood a chance in front of Gladio’s experience and survival skills. 

[heartlessfujoshi]

Title: ‘Mine Your Own Business’ Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Promptio (Prompto Argentum x Gladio Amicitia} Rating: General  Word Count: 2055

Prompt: In the dark

Summary: The four head to the Balouve Mines, and encounter a minor setback while inside.

A/N: This is my contribution for the first day of Promptio week! Please enjoy! :)

“You sure about this?” Prompto looks at the elevator bay, the sound of the freight elevator clanging its way back up the shaft doing little to soothe the anxiety that is slowly creeping its way into his mind. “W-What if there are daemons down there?”

“You know there will be, so why bother saying what if?” The Prince’s sworn shield crosses his arms over his chest, and gives him a look he’s becoming familiar with. “We’re going down into the mines, where there will be no light. No light means-”

“Daemons. I know.” He groans, and looks at Noctis, who has an unreadable expression on his face. “Noct? You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking.” Noctis nods his head. Their ride arrives, the freight elevator stopping. “We have to go down. There’s gotta be a tomb down here.”

“The Prince is right.” Ignis adjusts his glasses, looking over at him. “It won’t be any different than when we went through that last dungeon. You managed to do that one just fine.”

The compliment doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but it still doesn’t help to calm him down. “Y-Yeah, okay.” He walks forward, and opens the grate. “Time to go?”

“That’s the spirit.” Gladio walks past him, clapping him on the shoulder. Prompto bristles a little, then waits for Ignis and Noctis to enter into the elevator, before stepping in last.

“It looks like there’s four levels.” He looks at the buttons. “Should we start at the first level, then make our way down??”

“Sounds good to me.” Noctis’ voice sounds behind him. “The sooner we can be out of here, the better.”

You’re telling me. He pushes the button for the first level, and tries not to squawk when the elevator shudders hard, then begins its descent. He practices his breathing, remembering his training. This will be easy - they’ll be in and out, and soon, they’ll be playing King’s Knight on their phones, hanging out in a nice, air conditioned room at the motel. The elevator stops on the first level, his hand going to the lever to pull the gate open. He exits first, glad that the flashlight on his left lapel had kicked on inside the elevator. Even with all of their flashlights illuminating the narrow mineshaft, there is still so much dark space that surrounds them. He steps to the side, the other three joining him in the shaft.

“This way.” Noctis heads down the path, the mineshaft going into a slope. “Careful, the incline is a little steep.”

Prompto follows behind, his light illuminating the area around him. He stops when he sees something that looks like two beady eyes appear in the darkness. “I-Imp!” He cries out, his weapon appearing in his hand at the same time as the rest of their weapons appear. He hears a slurping noise, and turns around, almost collapsing in terror. “F-Flan!!”

“We got it!” Gladio shouts, jumping into the fray. “Keep it together! You can do this!”

“Right!” He nods in agreement, and begins to fire off a few rounds. The kickback from his gun propels him backwards, making him fall down to the ground. He manages to get two more rounds off, successfully killing one of the Flan. He sees Noctis warp-strike the last Imp, impressed by his movements. “Noct knocks another one out!” He smiles, and grabs onto Ignis’ hand, who helps him up off the ground.

They resume their walk down the mineshaft, making it to the second level when they feel the ground begin to shake. Prompto tries not to scream, but when the ground in front of him disappears, it comes out. A large hand clamps over his mouth, strong arms pulling him against something solid. Gladio. He starts to lose his footing again, but before he can fall with the rocks, Gladio is pulling him backwards, away from the newly formed shortcut.

“Are you two okay?” Ignis’ voice floats up from down below. “Gladio? Prompto??”

“Y-Yes!” Prompto calls out, hyper aware of the muscular arm still holding onto him in a tight grip. “We’re okay! Are you? Is Noctis with you??”

“Yeah.” Hearing Noctis seems to break the spell, as the arm that’s been around him drops. “Don’t try and come down this way. You’ll have to find another way to get down to us.”

“What the hell do you suggest we do, then?” Gladio’s gruff voice comes out sounding strained. Prompto turns to look at him, and sees there’s dirt all over his face, some of the earth falling on top of them. He puts his hand up to his own face, and can feel the dirt caked on to his own skin. “The elevator?”

“Absolutely not.” Ignis’ stern voice alerts Prompto that their situation isn’t looking so good right at the moment. “This mine is unstable. Disrupting it further could prove detrimental to all of our well-beings. If the Prince is right, then we’ll need to meet up at the bottom, where the Royal tomb is bound to be. We’re going to head down there now.”

“O-Okay, Ignis!” Prompto calls out. “We’ll see you two soon!” I hope.

“Be careful.” Noctis calls up to them.

They stand still, and listen as both Noctis’ and Ignis’ footsteps disappear. Prompto can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the realization that the two of them are now on their own freaking him out just a tiny bit. He could have handled himself if he’d been the one with Noctis, or even with Ignis, but Gladio? He doesn’t know Gladio like he knows the other two, but that isn’t from lack of effort of trying. It just seems that the Prince’s Shield hates him, and now being stuck alone with him, in a place that could collapse at any moment, is not his ideal situation. At all.

“We should backtrack,” Gladio says. “I think there was a fork over this way.” He starts to walk, the sound of rocks slipping not going unnoticed by the two of them.

“O-Or maybe we should try and move forward.” Prompto looks at where the ground had fallen from under their feet, and sees that some of the track has yet to fall down. “Come on, I think going this way is the better option for us.”

“Fine.”

They get to the end of the shaft, and come to a fork in the track. “Well, which way do you think we should go?” He asks, looking up at Gladio, who seems like he’s more than put out by their situation. He almost starts to ask him what his problem is, but then decides it’s not worth it. It’ll be quicker if they just keep moving forward, rather than argue about semantics. Prompto has no doubt in his mind that Gladio is blaming him for the unexpected landslide, even though he hadn’t been doing anything that would have caused it.

“We go this way.” Gladio starts to walk to the right, but Prompto stops him by placing his hand on his upper arm. “You want to go the other way?”

“I think it might be safer.”

“Tsch. We don’t have time for this kind of shit, Prom-” Gladio starts to walk to the right, and then the rumbling starts again.

Something knocks the wind out of him, Prompto’s eyes growing wide as he thinks he’s been hit by a boulder during the cave-in. It doesn’t help that his light has gone out, the dust causing him to choke on his own spit. He starts to struggle, and then feels something tighten around him. That can’t be right. If a rock had fallen onto him, how could it tighten around him? A cough above him confirms what he’s just realized - Gladio is laying on top of him, having grabbed him before something could have fallen on him.

“L-Let go.” He whispers, no longer struggling in his arms. “W-We can’t stay here. It’s too dangerous.”

“It’s too dangerous to move.” Gladio’s heated breath touches his face. “Stop trying to move. We need to let the ground settle again.”

He tries to take a deep breath, but with the dirt still kicking around, all he gets is a lungful of the sediment. He coughs, but doesn’t cough too loud. Swallowing, even though he hardly has any spit in his mouth, he tries to keep calm. “D-Does your light work? We can’t go very far if we don’t have a working light.”

The sound of an Imp nearby makes them both clam up, the arms tightening back around him. Instead of trying to fight it, he clings to Gladio, the reality of their situation making him incredibly nervous.

Lips touch his ear. “Don’t move. They’ll leave in a few minutes.” Gladio whispers into his ear, the man’s voice causing him to shudder involuntarily.

It feels like forever, but the daemons do eventually leave, the two of them alone again. Sudden light blinds him, his hand coming up to cover his eyes from the brightness. “Warn me!” He scolds Gladio, who seems to think it’s funny, if the sound of his laughter is any indication. “Jerk!”

“Sorry about that.” The weight that’s on him disappears, as Gladio stands up. He’s pulled up, their hands staying together, neither one making a move to drop them. It almost feels safer, if he keeps his hand in Gladio’s, in case there’s another shift in the earth. At least, that’s what he tells himself, as the two make their way carefully to the left of the fork.

They manage to get down to the bottom without another incident, their hands still holding on to each other. He can hear the sound of Noctis’ warp-strike from where they’re standing, filling him with relief. He starts to head towards the sound when he’s jerked backwards, completely forgetting that his hand is still holding onto Gladio’s.

“W-Wha?” He starts to say, but the word drops in his mouth, as he feels Gladio’s muscular arms wrap back around his waist.

“Don’t say anything.” Gladio speaks into his ear, keeping a loose hold on his body. “I know you think that I don’t like you - that I’m hard on you when we’re in battle. But that isn’t the case, Prompto. I like you - I like you a lot. I realize that now, after our close call back there.”

His heart stops in his chest, as he hears what Gladio is saying to him. “S-So what does that mean? You give me crap because you like me?”

“Yeah.”

He closes his eyes, and sighs. “And you call me the immature one.” He turns around, and places his hands on top of Gladio’s shoulders. “I like you too.” He smiles, his cheeks beginning to burn. “But this probably won’t be our only near death experience. I’m sure there will be more.”

“Then you’d better stick by me, so I can make sure you’re safe.” The grin on Gladio’s face causes his heart to flutter in his chest. “Deal?”

“Deal.” He nods his head, closing his eyes, as he feels the press of Gladio’s lips touch his with a soft kiss.

Light shines in their face, the two quickly backing away from each other. “Look who’s finally decided to join us.” Ignis adjusts his glasses, his daggers in his hands. “If you two are finished, we could use your help. There seems to be a rather troublesome Ronin that neither of us can get the best of.”

“Y-yes, okay!” Prompto nods his head. “Come on, Gladio. Let’s go help, and get the hell out of here!” He doesn’t bother to wait for either of them, and instead charges into the battle, wanting to help his friend, so they could get back to where there’s blue sky.

They defeat the Ronin daemon, and discover that there is a royal tomb. When they get back up to the surface, they decide to make camp. Rather than retreat to the tent to play on his phone, Prompto stays by the fire, sitting close to Gladio, who seems pleased by turn of events, just as he is. He’s not sure just what it all means, or what they are to each other, but he plans on sticking by his side, no matter what gets thrown at them.

[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.

[bellemere-florence]

Day 2 - Mythical Creatures AU

There have been many awkward moments Gladio has accidentally walked in on during his short lifetime. The time his little sister was getting dressed in her room and he came barreling in to ask a question. The time his parents were having sex in their bedroom after he had a nightmare. However, this incident had to take the cake. Currently he was standing in his bedroom doorway staring at his boyfriend, Prompto, on his bed. That though wasn’t strange. Prompto crashed at his place or over at Noctis’s. It was very rare he would actually go home. What was strange

was the nine very large and fluffy golden blonde tails surrounding Prompto and the pair of fox ears that blended in with his hair if it wasn’t for the occasional twitch. Right now, both parties stared at each other. With a very fox-like yip, there was a poof and in Prompto’s place was a golden fox. Gladio took a step back in surprise. The fox took this opportunity to run for the opening Gladio created. Prompto only got halfway out the door before two strong hands grabbed him around the middle. It took everything in him not to lash out and claw Gladio, but he continued to flail anyway.

“Calm down Prompto. I’m not gonna hurt you,” Gladio held the squirming fox. After a couple of moments, Prompto stopped. “Good. I’m gonna put you down and you are going to explain all this. Okay?” The man and the fox stared at each other for a minute before the fox nodded. Placing him down near the bed as promised, there was another poof.  The blonde sat on the bed hiding behind his tails. A few moments paused before either spoke. “So?” Gladio started. “So what?” came the muffled reply. “The tails and ears,” Gladio stared hard at Prompto. The ears on his head flattened. “I was gonna tell you. It’s just…” Prompto’s words died out. Gladio’s gaze softens. “I’m not mad or anything. Just really confused.” He kneeled down in front of him. Prompto peeked out from behind a tail. “R-really? I thought you’ll be really angry.” “Why would I?” Gladio growled before sighing. “How’d this happen?” “I’ve always been like this.” Prompto stated even though he looked away. “Right,” Gladio decided not to push it. Prompto started to fidget.

“You look good like this,” Gladio suddenly spoke. A large blush crossed Prompto’s face as his ears stand alert. “H-huh? Don’t say that!” He covered his face with his hands. “It does. Makes you look rather,” Gladio sat up. “Delicious,” he whispered into one fox ear. The ear twitched as Gladio’s breath hit it. Prompto squirmed. “D-Don’t do that.” “Do what? This?” The brunette blew air against it. “That!” Prompto pushed against his chest half-heartedly. It wasn’t as if he could move Gladio anyway. “Alright, I’ll stop,” he idly started rubbing the ear in his grasp. A purr escaped Prompto who quickly covered his mouth. “Oh? What other noises do you make?” Gladio grinned viciously in contrast to his darkening lust-filled eyes. Prompto flushed brightly but wasn’t opposed to the idea. The only thing that mattered was that his boyfriend accepted him.   

[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.

[bepart]

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

[niaswish]

Captivity

Gladio groaned as he woke up. He could feel the reminder of every kick and punch he had suffered throughout his body. Not that he regretted any of it, better for him to rile up the Nifs and take the beating rather then be forced to watch as Noct or Ignis went through it. He felt tied hands cart through his sweat and blood matted hair and Ignis asked softly, ‘’Are you back with us Gladiolus?’’

Gladio croaks, ‘’Ya.’’ and he hears the sigh of relief from both men and is helped to sit up. He’s the only one with his hands tied behind him, Ignis and Noct having been deemed not enough of a threat to warrant the extra measure. 

The cell they share is small, barely wide enough for the three of them and not nearly tall enough to allow them to stand up. Its cold and has no privacy but at least they were all together and that was a small comfort in the situation they found themselves in.

Gladio forces himself not to think about the missing member of their brotherhood, the memory of his actions still too raw, too painful, even after 3 days. Instead he forces himself to look over his friends for injuries.

Noctis is pale, paler then normal. His face is twisted in almost perpetual pain and his eyes are an endless well of sorrow. It breaks Gladio’s heart to see him like that and be unable to do anything for him. The cell’s condition is definitively making his back act up and the cold always makes things worse.

Ignis is only slightly better off, his glasses were long gone, shattered in the initial fight and leaving in its place deep scars on his cheek and the bridge of his nose. Ignis had been handing Noctis the majority of his food portions, ignoring the concern from the other two with his usual, and now even more infuriating, calm.

Gladio shifts, he knows none of them can hang on much longer. They were on the edge of collapse from lack of sleep, proper food and of being on edge for the last 72h if not longer. Even so, Gladio couldn’t figure out a way to get Noctis out. Maybe if Pr... He had been here, things would have been better but he wasn’t and Gladio couldn’t fault him for his betrayal.

Lost in his thoughts and with the pain dulling his senses, Gladio only realizes something is happening because Ignis is shifting to his knees, tense and ready to pounce. The usual MTs are still guarding their cell but around them the rest of the Niflheim stronghold is moving.

Gladio pushes away the pain and whispers to Ignis, ‘’Get yourself and Noct behind me.’’ Ignis nods, casting a look of pure worry at Gladio before tugging a all too placid Noct against the furthest wall and placing himself squarely between the prince and the door.

Gladio is poised, ready to react to whatever is happening. As time passes and he hears more and more sounds, he feels hope surge through him. Gunshots followed by a familiar voice, the clash of blades against metal with another familiar voice shouting orders in battle and Gladio feels the tension bleed out.

A slim figure, topped with blond chocobo-like hair streaks by their cell, gunshots taking out the MTs with ease before it jerks to a halt and backtracks with anxious energy. ‘’Guys!’’ Prompto shouts, relief at seeing them bleeding into his voice. The relief only lasts an instant before the gunner takes note of their condition and swears.

‘‘Hang in there just a bit longer, Cor’s getting the master key from the base Commander. We’ll get you out of here soon.’‘ Prompto says, trying to reassure them and himself. He keeps his gun drawn, eyes darting wildly around , pausing to look at the sorry state his friends are in before resuming their dance.

Gladio and Ignis are too stunned to react properly at the sight of Prompto, here in a Nif base after what had happened in their last battle together. It’s Noctis that sobs and cries out for his friend, ‘’Prom!’’ Prompto turns right away, sneaking a hand through the bar to met Noct’s halfway and giving the cold hand a comforting squeeze. ‘’I’m here Noct. Not going anywhere.’’

Cor’s arrival prevents any more talk, the focus shifting into something both of the Crown’s long time retinue could handle and figuring out what was going on could way until they were safe. Prompto took point with Cor staying behind to guard the exhausted and weakened group.

Gladio stares in utter amazement as they pass yet another broken armor that had held an MT not long ago. Prompto keeps within sight, well at least Cor’’s sight as Gladio is focused on keeping Noctis upright and moving and Ignis’ eyesight is filled with spots and growing darkness around the edges.

They rejoin together in time to see Prompto hot wire a Niflheim armored car and Cor forces the three injured men into the back wordlessly before taking the wheel with Prompto slipping into the passenger seat. Noct reaches out to Prompto once more, the need to hold unto his friend, proof that he was really there, overwhelming his pain and exhaustion.

Prompto casts a look towards the back, giving them his patented thousand watt smile before turning back to keep watch for anyone following them. Its silent except for the occasional sob from Noctis, pain of moving after being stuck in the small cell mixing into in with the relief of being out and seeing Prompto leaving him in tears.

Gladio can’t take it anymore and finally asks, ‘’What the hell Prompto?’’ The questions isnt specific but it doesnt need to be. Prompto winces at the tone, outraged and angry, from Gladio but he answers without looking back or wasting time, ‘’Sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.’’

Gladio growled, ‘’So you thought running away, betraying us like that, was the thing to do? You left us to the Nifs!’’ Prompto flinches away from the accusation, true as they might be, and opens his mouth to apologize again when Cor snaps, ‘’Enough!’’

Gladio slams his mouth shut, teeth clicking against each other in anger and bitterness. He can feel Noct shifting away from him, towards the still calm presence of Ignis and it just makes him feel worse. 

Cor glances at the rear view mirror, looking at Gladio through the reflective surface before he speaks again. ‘’Prompto did the right thing. You were surrounded and they had Noctis as a hostage. That meant that neither you nor Ignis would have been able to fight, not when doing so meant risking his Highness’ life.’’

Prompto shot a grateful look at Cor, the Marshall simply tilting his head slightly in acknowledgement before he continued, ‘’I was in Hammerhead when Prompto arrived with the news 2 days ago.’’ Ignis and Gladio both tense up, they had been close to the Vesperpool when the attack came. Had Prompto run without resting to find the Marshall?

‘‘He told me what happened and he also had your location. Running away at the time was the correct decision for him to make, it meant he could come and get help instead of having all of you capture with no idea of where you were or any chance of a rescue. So knock it off.’‘ Cor finished with a huff.

Gladio looked down at his bloodied and bruised hands, flexing them even as they shot waves a pain through his system. He glanced up to look at Prompto, who quickly turned away from him and tensed up. He can’t bring himself to say anything and so he doesnt.

Not until they safe, not until everyone is squished together on a single bed, none of them wanting to leave the safety of the others even for proper rest in separate comfy beds. Only then does he drag the blond into his arm and cry, whispering his apologies into Prompto’s neck, too ashamed and hurt to look at Prompto in the eyes. Only then does Gladio break, comforted by the knowledge no one would judge him as he cried in his boyfriend’s arms.

[mahokoyuki]

New Beginning

[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.