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Title: Blanket Hog
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Pairing/Characters: Prompto/Gladio
Rating: PG
Content Notes: No major warnings apply.
Prompt: There's only one bed for Prompto & Gladio
As usual, the two youngest members of the party get tasked with unloading their gear while Gladio fuels up the Regalia and Ignis presumably buys the store out of Ebony. Noct sighs as they pile into the caravan and see that it’s one of the models with two fold out shelf beds on the back wall rather than four stacked bunks. “Looks like we’re sharing again.”
“Don’t care,” Prompto groans back. “So long as we’re not on the ground again I don’t care about anything.”
“Good, because you’re sharing with Gladio.”
“Wait, what?”
“It’s your turn, man.”
“But—”
“It’s not on the ground, right?” Prince Asshole’s grin could cut glass.
“Might as well be,” Prompto grumbles, but he’s already moving his pack and Gladio’s to the same side. “These beds are barely big enough for him even if he wasn’t a mattress hog. And he kicks. You’ve seen his thighs, I’m gonna need a potion by morning.”
The desert night is shockingly cold and the caravan’s water heater is spotty at best. Ignis’ soup makes a valiant effort but by the time they give up on King’s Knight and retire, Prompto is wrapped up in his biggest sweater and still shivering. Wedging himself into the vanishingly narrow space beside Gladio’s bulk just makes it worse as the metal wall of the caravan leaches away what little heat he has left.
Prompto is braced to spend a long, cold, sleepless night when Gladio sighs heavily and just—- plucks Prompto out of position, turning him around so that he’s right up against Gladio in the narrow bed, chest to back, knees aligned. The blankets get tucked around them both together in a giant fluffy cocoon. Honestly, they’ve been in each other’s pockets for long enough at this point that it doesn’t feel weird—- also, Prompto doesn’t have time to even think about getting embarrassed because Gladio is so warm that Prompto nearly whimpers in relief.
“The sound of your teeth chattering was gonna keep me up,” Gladio grumbles in his ear, and Prompto wheezes out a laugh from his thawing lungs.
“Thanks, big guy.”
Title: Blanket Hog
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Pairing/Characters: Prompto/Gladio
Rating: PG
Content Notes: No major warnings apply.
Prompt: There's only one bed for Prompto & Gladio
As usual, the two youngest members of the party get tasked with unloading their gear while Gladio fuels up the Regalia and Ignis presumably buys the store out of Ebony. Noct sighs as they pile into the caravan and see that it’s one of the models with two fold out shelf beds on the back wall rather than four stacked bunks. “Looks like we’re sharing again.”
“Don’t care,” Prompto groans back. “So long as we’re not on the ground again I don’t care about anything.”
“Good, because you’re sharing with Gladio.”
“Wait, what?”
“It’s your turn, man.”
“But—”
“It’s not on the ground, right?” Prince Asshole’s grin could cut glass.
“Might as well be,” Prompto grumbles, but he’s already moving his pack and Gladio’s to the same side. “These beds are barely big enough for him even if he wasn’t a mattress hog. And he kicks. You’ve seen his thighs, I’m gonna need a potion by morning.”
The desert night is shockingly cold and the caravan’s water heater is spotty at best. Ignis’ soup makes a valiant effort but by the time they give up on King’s Knight and retire, Prompto is wrapped up in his biggest sweater and still shivering. Wedging himself into the vanishingly narrow space beside Gladio’s bulk just makes it worse as the metal wall of the caravan leaches away what little heat he has left.
Prompto is braced to spend a long, cold, sleepless night when Gladio sighs heavily and just—- plucks Prompto out of position, turning him around so that he’s right up against Gladio in the narrow bed, chest to back, knees aligned. The blankets get tucked around them both together in a giant fluffy cocoon. Honestly, they’ve been in each other’s pockets for long enough at this point that it doesn’t feel weird—- also, Prompto doesn’t have time to even think about getting embarrassed because Gladio is so warm that Prompto nearly whimpers in relief.
“The sound of your teeth chattering was gonna keep me up,” Gladio grumbles in his ear, and Prompto wheezes out a laugh from his thawing lungs.
“Thanks, big guy.”