Day 2: Touch-starved Ardyn
âY-you seems like you need some hug.. So⊠Free hug..?â
I canât really explain how this scenario could be possible
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Day 2: Touch-starved Ardyn
âY-you seems like you need some hug.. So⊠Free hug..?â
I canât really explain how this scenario could be possible
@promdynshipweek thank you for holding a ship week for this messed up pairing đđ

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Promdyn Ship Week Prompts!
The time has come at last to reveal the prompts for Promdyn Ship Week! *Excited flailingâ
Please note that there are three prompts for each day - you are welcome to pick and choose from these as you see fit. There is also a quote attached to each day - this is a CHALLENGE! Should you choose to accept it, the goal is to work the quote into your submission for that day, either written or implied in a piece of art! If nothing else, the quotes may help to spark some ideas :) Anyway! Onto the prompts!
Day One:Â Darkness
>>Sacrifice >>Prompto, the Lonely Prince of Niflheim AU >>Ardyn stalks and toys with Prompto during the World of Ruin CHALLENGE: âLight is easy to love. Show me your darkness.â
Day Two: All this Love to Give
>> Unconditional Love >>Sugar Daddy AU >>Touch-starved Ardyn CHALLENGE:Â âIs it so wrong to surrender to your darkest desires?â
Day Three: Extraordinary
>>Possession (spiritual/demonic) >>Professor / Student AU >>Ardyn woos Prompto to get a rise out of the Bros CHALLENGE: âI came here to hurt you and Iâm honestly feeling so in love right now.â
Day Four: To Hell with Destiny
>>Changing Fate >>Reincarnation AU >>Subverting the Prophecy CHALLENGE:Â âIâll fight the gods for you.â
Day Five: In the Dark, a Light
>>Obsession / Obsessive >>Prompto as Ardynâs Oracle AU >>Ardyn seeking redemption through Promptoâs forgiveness CHALLENGE: âYouâre a psychopath!â âI prefer creative.âÂ
Day Six: Episode Prompto
>>Daemon >>Ardynâs personal MT!Prompto AU >>Ardyn keeping Prompto warm after he collapses in the snow CHALLENGE:Â âIf you live long enough, you see the same eyes on different people.â
Day Seven: Free Day
CHALLENGE:Â âDaemons donât scare me. I sleep with one every night.â
Promdyn Ship Week Rules
What is allowed?Â
Submissions: Anything! Fanfic, fanart, gifs or video manips, mood boards, jewelry or other crafts, photos of your cat dressed up as Ardyn - whatever you want! We do ask that all content submitted be new content, even if it is part of a continuous series. Content: Also anything! SFW and NSFW (explicit) are both perfectly fine. As Promdyn tends to be a darker ship, non-con and graphic content is expected and allowed. Just please be sure to tag your content with any trigger warnings, and put all NSFW/explicit content under a cut. Posting: Please post all works on Tumblr in addition to any outside host sites. Links to Twitter, AO3, etc are fine, but if it isnât at least posted here and tagged @promdynshipweek Iâm afraid we wonât see it :C
What ISNâT allowed?
Fighting
Hate mail / nasty comments
Other ships (unless implied or minor - if youâre not sure, please ask)
Untagged explicit content - it will NOT be reblogged
General dickery, which wonât be tolerated and will result in offenders being blocked :) So play nice!Â
Promdyn Ship Week is Jan 8 - 14, 2018!!
If you have any other questions or inquiries please donât hesitate to drop us an ask! Happy creating!
~ L and C <3
Metamorphoses
This is my entry for Day 4: Reincarnation at @promdynshipweek! This is actually supposed to tie into another fic for the Prompto as Ardynâs Oracle prompt, butâŠweâll see if that happens. Maybe for the free day. Maybe.
Picus is a figure from Roman mythology who was known for his skill in augury and horsemanship - it seemed like a good fit for Prompto.
When Prompto first saw Altissia, he thought it had to be the most beautiful city in all of Eos. Insomnia was sleek and modern, and Lestallum had a certain seedy charm, but Altissia-by-the-Sea, with its intricate labyrinth of delicately formed arches and bridges reminiscent of the fantastical cakes that once graced the windows of Insomniaâs finest pĂątisseries, was something out of a fairytale. It was everything a photographer could possibly wish for, and Prompto had been eager to indulge himself.
That was three days ago. Now, the once serene city was in the midst of being to pieces by a combination of mortal callousness and divine wrath, the destruction of the Imperial war machine compounded by the ferocity of the Tidemotherâs waves. Prompto scrambled behind Gladio as they traversed the torn-up streets, his breath catching painfully in his throat as he struggled to keep up, and tried not to think about how yesterday the four of them had been eating gelato and laughing.
âGladio,â he said, stumbling over the loose stones of what had once been a walkway, âGladio, wait a second. Your legs are like twice as long as mine.â
Gladio glanced back. âWe need to push on.â He pointed at the sky, where the lights of Imperial dropships glowed a sickly red against ash gray clouds. âThe ritual has to be over by now, and we canât let the Empire take control of the altar.â
Prompto bit his lip. His legs ached, and he could feel a blister developing on his heel. But Gladio was right. Reaching the altar - reaching Noct - was the most important thing.
Such a weakling, whispered the voice inside his head that never failed to point out when he was lagging behind, when he wasnât good enough, when he didnât belong. Youâre going to fall behind because you canât cut it.
Shut up.
âYeah,â he said, and managed a curt nod. âYeah. I got this.â
âYou do,â agreed Gladio, and there was a note of warmth beneath his usual gruffness. âNow letâs move.â
There was no more talking after that. All their efforts were spent on traversing the city as it crumbled around them. Rain had started to pour from the ever-darkening sky, making the stone walkways slick and treacherous, and Prompto tripped and fell more times than heâd care to admit. By the time the altar finally came into view Prompto was exhausted, soaked to the bone, and shivering with cold.
And they were too late.
Ardyn Izunia was crouched over Ignisâ body, his face distorted with oily satisfaction as he watched the advisor thrash helplessly on the slick stones. Ignis was burning, Prompto realized with horror, his flesh seared by streaks of purple fire. The sounds being torn from his throat were primal and raw; Prompto had never heard Ignis scream like that, not even when heâd been blasted by a coeurlâs whiskers.
But at least it meant Ignis was still alive. The limp bodies Noctis and Luna were lying just a short ways away, and they were still as stone.
âYouâre a bit too late to save the day,â said Ardyn, slow and malicious. His gaze trailed dismissively over Gladio and fixed on Prompto. Prompto swallowed hard. Ever since their first encounter at Galdin Quay, there was something unsettling about the way Ardyn looked at him. It was different from the condescension he gave Gladio or the indulgent superiority he saved for Noctis. It was something else, a curious mixture of rage, disgust, and yearning that made Prompto feel strange and off-balance, like he was falling from a great height into unknown depths.
Ardyn kept his eyes fixed on Prompto as words dripped from his mouth like poisoned honey. âLook at your poor king,â he said. âWho has such poor companions that they cannot even protect themselves, let alone him. It fell to the Oracle -â and for a second his eyes burned like embers â- to sacrifice herself to save the King, and now what is left?â
Ignis was still screaming. Noctis and Luna were still pale and motionless. The precipice yawned beneath Promptoâs feet. And Prompto -
- Prompto flew.
âNo,â he said, or heard himself say. He was somewhere else, removed from his body, except he wasnât, not exactly. He was both Prompto and not-Prompto, all the harsh edges and fractured pieces that lurked beneath his skin melded together in a seamless whole. The taunting voice that constantly whispered, freak, monster, not good enough, never good enough fell silent, washed away in a sea of peace.
He knew what he needed to do.
âNo,â he said again, and his voice was louder than the storm. He stepped toward Ignis and knelt at his friendâs side, then pressed his hands against the tormented skin.
The magic of the Lucii had always been cruel. It could not be otherwise, for it was the gift of Bahamut, and the god of war demanded sacrifices of blood. The blood it demanded now was Ignisâ, and it was burning through his veins with savage hunger. Just a few more minutes and it would have what it wanted.
Prompto wouldnât let it.
It was as instinctual as breathing to reach inside himself and call upon the thread of golden light that thrummed in his veins. Coaxing it to do what he wanted was more difficult - it had lain dormant for so long, and at first it didnât want to yield to him. It burned too bright and too hot, and Prompto heard Ignis cry out in protest. But then his body remembered to relax, be less forceful in his commands and simply let the light flow through him and into Ignis, giving it direction only when he needed to.
He sent the light racing after the pain tearing through Ignisâ body, sending pulses of golden warmth across the lines of purple fire. Ignis started to relax, his pained cries easing off into whimpers. His breath came easier, and he was no longer thrashing like a panicked animal caught in a trap.
But the magic of the kings pushed back. A price, it whispered, in a language Prompto had no recollection of ever hearing, but that he understood perfectly. Our power demands a price, and not even an Oracle can deny us our due.
That may be so, answered Prompto, narrowing his eyes in concentration. But it doesnât have to be a life.
A warm breeze ruffled his hair, and a few flower petals drifted down to on the stone next to him. They were creamy white streaked with a rich, deep blue, and Prompto could smell their perfume as they passed. He smiled. Snow gentians had always been his favorite.
Only he had never seen before. Had he? They didnât grow in LucisâŠ
One last flood of gold pulsed through his hands. Ignis gasped one last time, then went still as that sickly purple light faded from his skin, leaving thick silver lines of scar tissue running up his forearms and splashed across his right eye. The Lucii had left their mark, but they had not taken his life.
It would have to be enough.
Then the world tilted on its side, and the sense of peace and purpose that had suffused Prompto was gone. He was himself again, awkward and clumsy and uncertain. A wave of dizziness rolled over him, and dark spots swam across his vision. His stomach roiled. He thought he might vomit.
When his vision cleared, Ardyn was staring at him. But it wasnât the contemptuous stare Prompto was used to. Ardyn was staring at him with parted lips and wide eyes, as if Prompto were the answer to some long-withheld mystery.
âPicus,â he said.
Prompto drew in a sharp breath. That word had set something thrumming inside him, like a string after being plucked. He wasnât sure that he liked the sensation.
âWhat?â
âPicus,â said Ardyn again. He stepped toward Prompto and extended his hand, like he wanted Prompto to take it. âPicus, come with me.â
âNo. Nonononono.â Prompto shook his head and scrambled backward over the stones. âIâm not going anywhere with you. Not ever.â
âDamn right heâs not,â growled Gladio. Prompto jerked as the Shieldâs big, warm hands pulled him to his feet. The world had shrunk down to him and Ignis, then him and Ardyn; heâd forgotten anyone else was there. âCome on, Prom. Letâs get Noctis and Ignis and -â
Ardyn snarled. He leapt forward in a flash red fire - a warp strike, Ardyn could warp - and tore Prompto out of Gladioâs grasp. Prompto screamed and thrashed, trying to fight his way out of Ardynâs iron grip, but the Chancellor just held on tighter.
âGo to sleep, Picus,â he said. âJust go to sleep, and I promise to take care of you.â
âNo!â Prompto kicked out frantically. Some of the blows connected, but Ardyn paid no attention to them. âLet me go.â
âThen Iâm afraid you leave me no choice,â said Ardyn. He raised his hand.
And Prompto fell back into the void.
* * *
Prompto dreamed.
In his dream, he was lying on his back in a field of snow gentians. The sky was a brilliant shade of cerulean blue, and the sunshine was warm on his skin. Everything was peaceful and lazy and perfect, and Prompto was content to stretch his limbs and think of nothing at all.
âDearest.â
Prompto rolled onto his side at side and looked at Ardyn. Ardyn was smiling at him, open and carefree, and his amber eyes were warm.
Prompto smiled back. âYou found me.â
âOf course I did. I always will.â Ardyn reached out and touched Promptoâs hair. âIâve missed you so.â
âNot as much as I missed you.â Prompto nudged himself closer to Ardyn and ran his fingers through soft waves of burgundy hair. âNow kiss me.â
Ardyn laughed. âAs my Oracle commands,â he said, and leaned leaned forward to bring their lips together. Prompto sighed, opening his mouth to Ardynâs as flower petals swirled around them -
He woke up with a gasp. The dream melted away like fog in sunlight, leaving him cold and confused and scared. He remembered Altissia in chaos, Ignis burning, and ArdynâŠ
ArdynâŠ
Prompto jerked upright, only to fall immediately back down with a pained grunt. His head was caught in a vice grip of pain, and his stomach roiled in protest. He retched once, and then couldnât stop, his body curling in on itself in protest as it struggled for air.
âEasy. Youâve had quite the ordeal.â
Large, warm hands ran down his back, rubbing soothingly. Light flashed in the corner of his eye, and he felt a wave of soothing coolness rush through his body. It reminded him of the way it felt when he broke one of Noctisâ potions over his skin: instant relief, followed by a moment of exuberant buoyancy.
But Noctis wasnât here, and Prompto didnât have any potions.
He looked up at Ardynâs face, so close to his own, and jerked away. He scrambled to his feet and took in his surroundings, looking frantically for a way out. The room he was in had metal walls and no windows, like a prison cell, but he could make out the rectangular outline of a door. He ran toward it and slammed his hands against it, trying to force it open. It wouldnât budge.
He turned and looked back at Ardyn. âLet me out.â
Ardyn shook his head. âNo.â
Prompto was trembling. He hoped desperately that Ardyn didnât notice. âLook, I donât know what your game is, but Noctis wonât fall for it. Itâs not going to work.â
âIâm not after Noctis.â Ardyn stalked toward him, graceful despite his numerous layers of clothing. âNoctis doesnât matter anymore. The only thing that matters is you.â
Prompto instinctively grabbed his right wrist. He could feel the barcode burning into his skin, a beacon that marked him irrevocably as an abomination. Of course Ardyn knew about that. Of course Ardyn knew what he was, and now Ardyn was going to torture him until he turned into some mindless slave like all the other MTs -
But Ardyn shook his head.
âNot that,â he said. Then he stepped in close, pressing Prompto against the cold metal door with no room to escape. He raised a hand and caressed Promptoâs face, gentle as a lover.
âPicus,â he said, and kissed him.
Prompto had been kissed before. He hadnât thought there was anything special about it - all of his kisses had been typical high school affairs: mostly chaste, with a few awkward attempts at tongue that resulted in teeth clashing together. They had left him feeling silly, more than anything else, and he was well aware that his partners were more interested in Prompto, the Princeâs Best Friend than Prompto, the Geeky Photographer.
But ArdynâŠArdyn was kissing him, and he knew what he was doing. He knew just how use his lips to urge Promptoâs apart, how to lightly touch his tongue to Promptoâs, and how make everything that much better by stroking his thumbs along the sensitive skin along Promptoâs jaw. He kissed Prompto like there was nothing more important in the world. No one else had ever kissed Prompto like that. No one else had wanted to.
It felt like coming home.
When Ardyn finally pulled away, his eyes shone like stars as he looked at Prompto. âPicus,â he said again, and leaned in to press another quick series of kisses against his jawbone. âIâve missed you so.â
Prompto stared back at him, momentarily lost in a haze of pleasure. Then he remembered who he was with, and tried to squirm away.
âStop calling me that!â
âDonât hide yourself from me, Picus.â There was a pleading note in Ardynâs voice, something mournful and sad. âDonât be so cruel, not when Iâve found you at last.â
âI said, stop.â Prompto put his hands against Ardynâs chest and shoved. To his surprise, the other man actually stepped back, and Prompto darted across the room.
âJust stay away from me!â
Ardyn stood still, his hand lax at his sides, staring at Prompto with devastation on his face. It was eerie. Prompto was used to the arrogant Imperial Chancellor, who smiled false smiles and told partial truths and delighted in tormenting Noctis. He had never thought he would see such an expression on Ardyn Izuniaâs face.
And it made something inside Prompto want to reach out and comfort him, take him in his arms and reassure him that everything would be all right.
âWhen I first saw you, I thought you were created by the gods to torment me,â said Ardyn. âIt would amuse them to create an automaton with the face of the First Oracle and dangle it in front of me, to remind me of how much I had lost. And I hated you for it.â
Prompto laughed, high and hysterical. âYeah, I got that part, believe me.â
Ardyn ignored him. âBut I was mistaken,â he breathed. âYou arenât just a copy. You are Picus, reborn. You came back to me.â
âYeah, no.â Prompto shook his head. âSorry. I have no idea what youâre talking about. Iâm just Prompto.â
âNo.â Ardyn stretched his hand out, inviting Prompto to take it. âI saw you in Alitissia. Only an Oracle could have saved that boy from the Ring of Lucii. I saw it in your eyes. Youâre my Picus. All you need to do is remember that, and embrace it.â
For just a moment, Prompto saw loneliness in Ardynâs face. He saw a man who had lost everything and been driven mad by it. And something inside him, the same presence that had overwhelmed him in Altissia, began to unfurl. It wanted to go to Ardyn, wrap his arms around him and hold him tight, and reassure him that he would never be alone again.
Prompto clenched his hands into fists. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of his palms, grounding him in the here-and-now. This was Ardyn. He was a liar, and cruel, and sadistic. This was just another game to him, and Prompto wasnât going to play.
âI donât know what the hell youâre talking about,â he spat, âbut youâre nothing to me. And you never were.â
His words landed heavily in the cavern between them. Ardynâs face twisted in pain - no, not pain, there was no way that monster could feel pain - and then it smoothed back into the condescending mask Prompto was used to.
âI see,â said Ardyn. âYou only emerged when you were under duress. Kindness will not reach you. Thatâs all right.â He began stalking toward Prompto, a predator toying with its prey. âI can work with that.â
Prompto ran. There was nowhere to go, but he ran anyway, trying to put as much distance between himself and Ardyn. Ardyn let him run for a while, then finally warped toward him and closed his strong hands around Promptoâs throat.
âIâll just have to drag you out.â
Ardyn threw him to the floor. Prompto curled in on himself, trying to protect himself from the blows Ardyn rained down on him. He told himself that he wouldnât cry out, wouldnât give Ardyn the satisfaction of hearing him cry out in pain, but by the time he felt one of his ribs crack, he couldnât help whimpering. He hated himself for how pathetic the sound was.
But Ardyn stopped. Prompto lay on the floor, tears stinging his eyes and gasping for air, and waited for the onslaught to begin again.
It didnât. Ardyn reached down and carded his fingers gently through Promptoâs hair, and another burst of healing light flooded through him.
Then he was gone.
* * *
Prompto lost track of time.
He slept, sometimes, pressed into the corner with his knees tucked up to his chest. His dreams took him back to the field of snow gentians, where he was both himself and not-himself (Picus). Sometimes he was alone, and sometimes Ardyn was with him. The Ardyn in his dreams was everything the waking Ardyn was not: gentle and kind, with a smile like sunlight and laughter in his eyes.
Whenever Prompto woke up, his cheeks were wet, and his heart was as heavy as a stone in his chest.
The real Ardyn was a nightmare. The first few times he came to Promptoâs cell, Prompto ran. He knew it was futile. He knew Ardyn would catch him sooner rather than later, but he liked to pretend that he had options, and that he had some chance of escape. He ran from corner to corner until he was exhausted
But he had to give up sooner or later. After the tenth time - or maybe it was the twelfth; heâs lost count - he didnât bother moving when Ardyn came in, not even to raise his head. He simply lay on the floor, closed his eyes, and waited for the pain to start.
Every time, Ardyn left him black and blue. And Ardyn healed him every time, leaving him calm and refreshed and ready for another day of torment.
Then, one day, the ritual changed.
Ardyn came to him and didnât touch him at all. He dropped to his knees before Prompto, his disheveled hair falling in his face, and began to speak.
Prompto couldnât understand the words rolling off of Ardynâs tongue. They werenât entirely alien - some of the syllables were reminiscent of his long-ago lessons in classical Lucian - but the sense behind them was a mystery. Only the longer Ardyn spoke, the clearer his words became. The part of Prompto that was not-Prompto - that was Picus - could understand them, and it whispered their meaning into Promptoâs psyche.
Ardynâs words spoke of ages past, when he was King and Picus was Oracle. He spoke of love and loss, and how when Picus fell at the altar of Leviathan all the light left the world. How he had lost once Picus passed beyond his reach.
Ardyn finally fell silent and slumped down to the floor. He was utterly pathetic. His hair hung in lank strands, his shoulders drooped with exhaustion, and fat tears dripped down his cheeks. Every one of his thousands of years was etched on the lines of his face.
Promptoâs soul cracked wide open.
For a moment, they remained frozen in their tableau of sorrow and devastation. Then Picus slowly reached out and touched his fingers to Ardynâs hair. Ardyn looked up at him, his eyes impossibly young, and Picus pulled him into his arms.
âIâm here,â he murmured in the ancient tongue of kings and Oracles, the tongue he had once used to proclaim his love for the King of Light. âIâm with you. Everything will be all right.â
It was a lie. But as they curled around each other, and kissed for the first time in over two thousand years, it was enough to pretend.
Take those clothes off... Youâre wearing way too many...
(Oh look, itâs day two of @promdynshipweekâs âTouch-starved Ardynâ, posted on day 7 because life got in the way. Letâs see if I can post some more catch up pictures today)
Special thanks to my best-friend for posting Ardyn cosplay WIPs, these pictures were a life saver for that outfit.
For Day 1 of @promdynshipweekâ Quote - "Light is easy to love, show me your darknessâ
Acta est fabula
In a world where Prompto is the Prince of Niflheim, he chooses companionship and solace in the only one he never should -and maybe that is enough to change fates, to stop the clock, to strip damnation from a betrayed soul with tender and devoted hands.
Ardyn humors a young soul, playing a game where he will tear the innocent limb by limb, where he will corrupt a Prince as thoroughly as he corrupted his father and the Empire he manipulates. But when the game transforms into a trap, he finds himself surrendering to its bars in the form of a pair of hands and violet eyes -and the hope they bring.
Snipets of a story
âLight is easy to love,â Prompto murmurs, and those violet eyes pin him with warmth and the weight of one born to rule and be betrayed. âShow me your darkness.â he demands, but Ardyn too had been a King, once. He hears the plea between the words crystal clear.
It makes him pause, cautious and calculating. This boy is only but a year younger than Ardyn himself was when he embarked in his foolhardy quest of healing.
The Empress is dead. Prompto Argentum, who fought tooth and nail to keep his mother's last name the true legacy of the empire, was the sole heir at five. A prey of gelatinous bones, even if he had overcome the poison that did his mother in. Or the blades that did his brother.Â
Oh, he couldn't make it easy to Ideolas now could he?
âYour grace must to survive,â he answers, a quaint smile biding his future feast. âOnly the living can experience the dark.â
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Updated: His Warmth
I FUCKIN forgot to link again heck
My final Promdyn fic for Promdyn week :â) I had so much fun writing all this stuff out!! Now itâs time to get back to all the wips I have to finish and post.
Ardyn keeping Prompto warm, Rated T+, 2,154 words, sfw
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@promdynshipweek Day 1: Prompto, the Lonely Prince of Niflheim AU. This is part of me+Aerâs Arranged Marriage AU, set before Prompto arrives in Lucis
Title: How Much More Am I Supposed to Break Pairing: Ardyn Izunia/Prompto Argentum Rating: Mature Warnings: implied/non graphic rape/noncon, verbal/emotional abuse, objectification, vague episode Prompto spoilers. Summary: Prompto wants to know about his new home, but the only person he can ask is also the worst.
âIâll fight the gods for you.â
Soooo, I did this thing for @promdynshipweek ....