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Mar. 1st, 2017 05:21 am
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 Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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From: (Anonymous)
Prompto is the sort of dad who would take approximately 20 gazillion pictures of his kid and show them off to anyone unfourtunate to stand still long enough.

No Mpreg; M/M is fine, just have them adopted or something - the world's gone through a war and apocolypse so I'm sure there are lots of kids who could use a loving home.
From: (Anonymous)
Yes please, there isn't nearly enough papa Prompto :)

Re: Gen or Prompto/Any, Proud Papa Prompto takes all the baby pictures

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OT4, NG+/Post-Game setting is the afterlife

Date: 2017-03-14 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Since I'm still in denial...

The time spent in a NG+ or a post-game time travel save is the afterlife for the guys.
While them not being aware of this could be interesting, I think it's a bit too dark for this prompt.
I'd like some bittersweet fluff where they are at least low-key aware of not actually being in the real world anymore and consciously deciding that an eternal roadtrip together is exactly how they want to spend their afterlife.

Love the OT4 but I also like Ignis/Noct and Gladio/Prompto

Main thing I request is the Luna-romance (including that post-credit scene) to be entirely ignored. If you want to include her somehow, I don't mind her showing up though- if you want together with Nyx.

Noctis saved from public execution (gen)

Date: 2017-03-14 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Noct & co are caught heading out of Insomnia, but Noct isn't killed immediately. The Nifs want to make an example out of him once the initial invasion is over with - and to further demoralize the people - by way of public execution. He's saved at the last second.

Up to you who saves him, but some options I like are a) the cocobros, b) Nyx and Libertus & other glaives (because what canonical deaths? lol), c) Cor & other Crownsguard, d) a mixture of all of the above.

Violinist Prompto - sweet performer

Date: 2017-03-14 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Prompto can play the violin really well & does street performances to pay the bills. The Chocobros end up meeting him when he is performing one day on the streets of Insomnia.

Can be gentor any pairing (except Prompto/ardyn)

+if Prompto mixes electronic styles into his music (like Lindsey Stirling)
++if one of the Chocobros develops crush & insists that they just really like Prompto's music but they aren't fooling anyone
++Prompto is still kind of shy & has an easier time expressing himself with his music rather than with words.

Feel free to go totally AU or stick close to canon I just want street violinist Prompto.

Re: Violinist Prompto - sweet performer

Date: 2017-03-14 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
That should say "stretch performer" whoops!

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Promptio: Noctis comes first

Date: 2017-03-14 08:14 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Gladio and Prompto are together but both know that Noctis will always come first, before themselves and before each other for both of them.

They just hope they will never have to make the choice between the other person and Noctis, because they both know who they will choose.

Maybe someone makes this painfully clear to Noctis, who has never thought about it before. Whether this is by rubbing it in Noctis's face or by somehow making Prompto or Gladio choose in front of him.

Re: Promptio: Noctis comes first

Date: 2017-03-14 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
...i read this an thought the entire time that Noctis 'coming first' was about orgasming first.

Nice prompt regardless, OP, I like how it sounds like this could have happened in the game.

OT4 working out bed positions

Date: 2017-03-14 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The first time they all sleep (or have sex) with each other and no one knows how to go about it. They know what each other like separately and how to cuddle/touch each other but it's awkward at first when it's all of them together.

All kinds of 'um shall I just...?" And "what if I..." and "that hurts my arm guys sorry" and, if they're having sex, "do the other two know you like this or is that just between us".

Fluff and sweetness and awkwardness please!

Mini Fill- OT4 working out bed positions

Date: 2017-03-15 02:25 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Hey anon, I wrote a really quick fill for this because I love fluff, but it's probably not as awkward as you wanted. I hope you enjoy it anyway though.

It's also based off a gif post from tumblr ( that some related to the OT4, and I couldn't help myself.

The tent, as Ignis always said, let them stretch out a bit more. Even with the four of them there was plenty of space, so they tended to keep their limbs to themselves, exchanging goodnights and sleepy kisses before retreating into their sleeping bags.

Their first motel stay, though, was quite a different story.

Prompto, in his never ending stream of great ideas, convinced Noctis to help him push the two beds together on the night of their first motel stay, citing the fact that they never got to share a bed together in Insomnia as reason enough to attempt it that night. Noctis helped push the beds flush together before running out of energy entirely, collapsing in the center-left area of their now-massive bed and made no indication of getting up.

Gladio emerged from the shower, took one glance at the bed and rolled his eyes. He made no move to separate them—which he certainly could have, even with Noctis atop the mattress—so Prompto took that as acceptance.

Prompto was the first to join Noctis on the bed, snuggling down next to him shoulder to shoulder and letting his head fall to the side so the tips of Noctis’ hair tickled his nose just so. It was bothersome, and he probably wouldn’t end up falling asleep there, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved Noct so much, he wanted to be close to him every second of every minute of every hour, but they didn’t have that luxury, so this much would have to do.

Gladio joined them next, flopping down on the far left side of the bed next to Noctis and plugging his phone into the outlet nearby. Be at his side and shield him so he’s not the closest to the door, his training instincts told him. Pull him close and hold him tight, his heart told him. He didn’t know which one was better to listen to, so he remained lying on his side, fiddling on his phone as the others got settled, but did not fail to notice when Noctis’ warmth shifted just a little bit closer to him.

Ignis joined them last, dressed in a pair of matching sleep clothes while the other three settled for boxers and tank tops. He nudged Noctis and Prompto apart and lied between them. He’d attended one too many weekend sleepovers at the Prince’s apartment that ended with Noctis and Prompto up until the wee hours of the morning giggling over tickle fights and cold feet and stolen blankets. It wasn’t that there was no room for that on their little roadtrip, but not tonight.

He checked in on Noctis first because he knew it had been a long day for the Prince. Chronic fatigue was no laughing matter, and they spent more time walking and fighting and warping that day than they did in a week back home. A few slow strokes of Ignis’ through Noctis’ hair roused him, though he didn’t seem too pleased.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“I would be if you’d let me sleep.”

“Just wanted to check in on you,” he pressed a quick kiss to his temple, “Roll onto your back; if you sleep on your side while over exhausted you’ll wake up with a crick in your neck.” He certainly didn’t want to hear complaining in the car tomorrow, but Ignis was more concerned that a muscle cramp would lead to a pulled muscle and then…

Best just to avoid it. Noctis groaned, but rolled over. Ignis observed Gladio for a moment and found the shield still on his phone, which was fine, since Noctis made no indication that the light was bothering him. As carefully as he could Ignis rolled over to face Prompto, making sure not to drag the blanket covering Noctis along with him. Prompto, as usual, was fidgeting around and trying to find a comfortable position. He turned towards Ignis when the advisor rolled over, though, and was rewarded with a slow, lazy kiss. Ignis placed a hand on Prompto’s waist, waiting to feel the tension and nervous energy flow out of him, and only broke the kiss when he was satisfied.

Ignis settled down on his stomach and waited for Prompto to get comfortable, nuzzled into his side with a small smile like it was where he was meant to be. And he was meant to be there, as far as Ignis was concerned.

Gladio was still on his phone, he noticed, though he was just staring at the home screen like it had all the answers in the world. It wasn’t that he wasn’t sleepy, Ignis concluded, the shield was just feeling antsy. A world of pressure rested on his shoulders, so Ignis wasn’t surprised. A gentle reminder would be best, then.

“Go to sleep, Gladio,” he murmured, just loud enough for the other man to hear. The phone screen was shut off immediately in response, then set down on the table without a sound. Ignis watched and waited until some, though not all, of the tension faded from Gladio’s shoulders and he relaxed down into the pillow. It would have to do for now.

Despite the awkward arrangements, Ignis decided he rather liked the idea of sleeping all in one big bed. It felt safe in a way that few things did, these days. Perhaps he wouldn’t shy away from suggesting it in the future, because they would only get a routine down pat if they kept practicing and trying different positions, after all.

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Chocobros, crack, "Nobody insults our cook"

Date: 2017-03-14 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Somebody insults Ignis' cooking. The rest of the Chocobros are outraged.

+++++ If it's about a bean-heavy dish but Noct is still pissed (probably because "The only person allowed to insult Iggy's icky veggies is me" but hey, it's the thought that counts.)
From: (Anonymous)
Luna and Ignis are perfectly okay with sharing Noct's heart - its big enough for both after all. But then Luna decides she's going to bake her new husband his favorite dssert from when they were kids and Ignis like "Hell no bitch that's Our Thing!" (But more politely because Ignis) and thus begins the battle for culinary supremacy.
From: (Anonymous)
Ahhh this sounds like fun, I hope someone fills it!
From: (Anonymous)
. . . in exchange for a trade deal or something. Up to filler how Noctis and Gladio react.
From: (Anonymous)
I kind of recognize this idea from a fic I already wrote for a different prompt so it's getting a late fill

let me tell you about Future AU King Noctis trying to protect his Shield


Gladio usually looks polished, professional and intimidating in his full formal uniform. Dark hair tied back and robes buttoned across his chest, his scars stand out against his skin. Nobody can say he's ugly for them, but they serve as a reminder to those who deal with him that he's seen combat. That he's a soldier first, and a noble second.

Not today.

Today, sitting ramrod-straight in the chair to Noctis' right, he looks stunned, as well as he hides it — stunned and cornered and mortified, color high in his cheeks. His mouth is closed tightly, and he looks anywhere but Noctis. He settles on staring fixedly at Ignis, who is sitting on Noctis' other side. Not that Ignis can see it.

Noctis looks at the dignitaries across the table. His hands are shaking with rage.

Ignis speaks before Noctis can order these people out of his city. "The Crown thanks you for your offer. Allow us to confer."

They all stand. The visiting dignitaries file out first, as per protocol. Noctis can't even see them through his haze of anger. He barely waits until the doors are closed behind them.

He turns to look at Gladio, who meets his glare. Then he storms out of the side door towards his private office.

"Noct. Noct!" Noctis doesn't turn around.

Usually, Noctis waits for Ignis to fall in beside him. It's been some years since the advisor had lost his sight, and he still moves a bit slower than he once did. Today, Noctis doesn't have to wait. Ignis is barely a step behind him. Gladio, on the other hand, has to scramble to catch up with the two of them.

"Noct, wait." Gladio's fingers skim the top of his shoulder. Noctis shrugs him off, not even looking back.

"I'm not going back in there," Noctis snarls. "Tell them they can leave."

"Damn it — " Gladio finally overtakes him with his longer stride and spins him around. They stand facing each other in front of the door to Noctis' office. He reaches out to stop Ignis as well, hand light on his elbow. "Will someone just tell me what the hells is going on?" he demands.

Noctis jerks his head back towards the audience chamber. "You heard them. No way."

"I heard them loud and clear, but I'm asking you for an explanation."

"No explanation. The negotiation's over."

"I would tend to agree," Ignis cuts in, unusually icy. Noctis is grateful that Ignis isn't going to fight him on this one. Nor should he.

Gladio throws out his arm. "You called me in today so I could watch you get pissed off on my behalf?" He's incredulous. "There's more going on here. You two obviously know more about this than I do, so fill me in."

Noctis grinds his teeth. Ignis blinks, unseeing.

Gladio takes a step back. "Or don't you think I deserve to know?"

Ignis turns slightly, as if waiting for Noctis to say something. Noctis's feet are still against the marble floor, his head raised, a silent battle of wills.

There's nobody else in this part of the palace. The closest guards are posted at the end of the hall, and the foreign dignitaries will be waiting in a conference room on the other side of the audience chambers. They're on Noctis' territory, and if Noctis wants to keep them waiting indefinitely, he can. Only courtesy might stop him, and these people don't deserve courtesy.

"They want it to be part of the deal," Ignis says at last. He pauses, then continues when Noctis doesn't stop him. "An exchange of favors on the parts of both kingdoms. It represents confidence in each other's word."

"I studied the same history books you did," Gladio says. "I know the custom. I didn't think it was something we still did."

"It's not. This is irregular," Ignis says, and Noctis finds his voice.

"He means they know they have us cornered and that piece of shit's just not gonna let this go," Noctis says venomously.

He strides into his office curtly. He stands aside for Gladio and Ignis, then shuts the door behind them. He would have slammed it if it wasn't too heavy to close with force.

Gladio comes to a stop on the carpet between the door and the desk. He looks between Noctis and Ignis. "What do you mean, let it go?"

Noctis scowls out the window, but the darkness that always seems to shroud the world now obscures most of the landscape from view. He can see Ignis and Gladio reflected in the glass.

"How many times? You've met with him before. How many times have you said no?"

Noctis doesn't have the heart to meet Gladio's gaze.

"A few," Ignis says.

"Too many," Noctis says.

Gladio looks like he's taken a blow to the chest. "Who else has the bastard asked for?"

Noctis' mouth is dry and his tongue numb. "Nobody," he says. "Just you."

Gladio takes a step back. He runs a shaky hand through his hair, and looks around for a chair.

Ignis slides one out from against the wall, and Gladio sinks down in it across from him. Noctis can't bring himself to sit. He leans against the heavy wooden desk, gripping its edge.

"Huh." Gladio lets out a breath, attempting a weak grin. "Perks of being bluer blood, huh? Should I be flattered?"

He thinks it's because of his heritage. He doesn't know. Of course he doesn't. Noctis wouldn't have told him if he'd had a choice. "You shouldn't be anything about them," Noctis says. "Don't pay attention to them. Don't even listen to them. It doesn't matter."

"Yeah, I think it matters," Gladio interjects. "Sure seems to matter to them, and they wouldn't be here if they didn't matter to us."

"We invited them here because we didn't think he'd do this as the representative of a country at war," Noctis says in disgust. "Glad to see that whatever the circumstances, some people stay dirt stains."

"I could've told you that much," Gladio scoffs. His hand is on his knee, fingers too still against the fabric. "So is that why you've kept me out of this until now? You didn't think I could handle it?"

It's not that. If he's honest about it, Noctis wasn't sure before today that he could've handled it if Gladio was there.

"I know what they want you for," Noctis says.

They hadn't had to deal directly with the country for years, not since right after the fall of Insomnia. But Noctis had met this dignitary before on multiple occasions, before Noctis was King, when the other man was just an up-and-coming diplomat he had to play nice with at social functions.

It'd been like this since they were teens. The man was charming and smart, and he liked to needle Noctis when they were out drinking.

How's that Shield of yours? he'd laugh. Still not lending him out? Noctis would force a smile. I just mean I'd like to try him out.

Not happening, Noctis would say.

The man would chuckle. I keep asking.

And I keep saying no, Noctis would say lightly.

You have your pick of my best retainers in exchange, the man had said. As if all of them combined could be worth it.

Not today. Anything else I can help you with?

The man would shake his head. One day, he'd say. Do you know what I'd do? Noctis would think of Gladio standing guard outside, clench his hand under the table, and order another drink.

It's been years, and now that the war is finally turning, now that the trade talks are resuming for the first time since Noctis had become King, the man had looked Noctis right in the eye, smiled, and suggested a bargain.

A week. Not an hour, not a night, an entire fucking week.

Noctis' voice is rough, bitter. "I know what he wants you for."

Gladio looks taken aback. Noctis glances up long enough to see the expression on his face change from surprise to a flash of apprehension. He doesn't ask.

Noctis resists the urge to reach out.

Noctis doesn't often apologize. He'd been born stubborn and proud, and his station in life hadn't exactly discouraged him. But Gladio deserves to hear it this time. He takes a breath, looks away.

"I'm sorr — "

"What's he offering?"

Noctis' head snaps up. Gladio is looking at him, pale.

"Nothing," Noctis says vehemently.

Ignis tilts his head. "Weapons. Blades. For the Glaives."

Noctis pushes himself up. "He could be offering his entire damn army, I'm not letting him get his hands on you," he exclaims. He feels a familiar empty panic in his chest as Gladio looks from Ignis back to him.

Gladio narrows his eyes.

"You were going to be married for a treaty," Gladio says.

Noctis freezes.

"A marriage lasts a lifetime."

Noctis is speechless. How can he even — how dare he — Luna — his father — it'd been so long — this is nothing like —

Noctis can't think.

"This is just a week," Gladio says.

"This is different," Noctis snaps. He's the King. There are things he can't —

"We do what we have to do to protect the Kingdom," Gladio argues. "Isn't that what we chose? Some of us have given up a hell of a lot more than a week of our lives."

"Oh, no," Noctis begins. "You don't get — "

"Do we need 'em?"


"You said he had us cornered."

"We'll find something else."



"Noct. Look me in the eye."

Full of dread, Noctis looks at Gladio.

Without the Crystal, the King's magic is next to useless without blades. Regis had raised the Glaive for exactly that reason. For a long time it hadn't mattered, but now, running low on supplies when they're so close to reclaiming their territory, when the Empire's finally starting to take a step back...

Noctis would sooner give up the throne than throw one of his own to those people. Any of his own, let alone Gladio.

But Gladio, who'd only ever been able to read his mind so far as to be able to tell that Noctis' heart was stopping him from doing something he needed to do, sees him hesitate. And that's all he needs.

"Tell them I'll go," Gladio says.

"Gladio — " Ignis speaks.

"It's my choice, Iggy," Gladio says with force. "Don't I get to choose?"

Ignis shuts his mouth.

Gladio squares his shoulders. He looks at Noctis, and Noctis hates him for looking so resigned and determined and awful. "He can do whatever he wants. Just a week. But I ain't gonna be a hostage, and they'd better deliver."

Noctis is in disbelief. "You can't think I'd let them have you for a second."

"I don't serve the King so that he can make selfish decisions," Gladio retorts.

"Screw that, Gladio, I need you here!"

"You want to tell them no, I'll walk out of here and go with them for free."

Noctis leaps up and seizes Gladio by the collar. He bares his teeth. "I could have you arrested for saying that," he hisses.

Gladio is calm. "Good luck winning the war without weapons or a Shield, then," he says.

They stand like that for a long time. Noctis thinks faintly that perhaps they could stand like this forever, Noctis' fingers tight in the front of Gladio's robes. Nobody would separate them, nobody could take Gladio away, trade him like some piece of treasure for swords. Somebody else could deal with the war.

Noctis lets go.

Gladio steps back.

"I'll trust you to work out the details, Iggy," Gladio says. "This better be worth it."

"They will be held accountable," Ignis says. His voice is quiet. "We'll call it off if anything happens. There will be consequences."

Gladio lets out a breath. He tugs his robes back into place, fixing his cuffs.

Noctis remembers the first time he'd seen Gladio in the robes. Black and gold and silver fastened at the throat, to match Noctis' raiment. Clarus Amicitia hadn't worn the garb when he was Gladio's age, just as Regis hadn't worn the king's robes at Noctis' age. Noctis recalls the robes looking ceremonial on their fathers.

Gladio had never liked to wear stiff clothing, and even his most formal Guard uniform had a practical cut. This was different. The collar looked constricting, trim and chains almost delicate.

Not all that easy to move in, Gladio had said at the fitting.

The heavier the clothes, the heavier the duties, Noctis had said. That's what my dad always told me.

Noctis can't say anything through the lump in his throat. Not for the first time, the ring burns on his finger.

Finally, Gladio swallows. "Don't tell Prompto," he says, voice hoarse. "After all that shit with the Empire, I don't want the kid to worry."

And Noctis, full of fury, reaches up on impulse. One hand on either side of Gladio's face, he pulls Gladio close. Gladio lets him touch his own forehead to his.

"If they hurt you, I will dismantle them," Noctis says, low. "You tell them that. You tell them I won't spare a house."

Noctis feels Gladio nod, shaken.

Noctis grips Gladio's arm for a moment, and then they both straighten up.

"Well," Gladio says. "Let's get back in there."

Ignis steps to Gladio's other side. He lays a hand briefly on Gladio's shoulder. Gladio lets him. Noctis isn't sure which of them is reassuring which.

Noctis forces himself to look away. He steels himself and opens the door.

They'll win the war. It'll be worth it. It will have to be.

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Any/Any, The Lord of the Ring!AU

Date: 2017-03-14 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
We have a journey.
We have a ring.
We have a city surrounded by walls.
We have an immortal guy.
And... we also have a fucking volcano!

It doesn't have to be fantasy with elves and stuff. It may simply be a journey to destroy the ring. So... a sort of Happy Ending!AU (I hope)

May the immagination be with you 8D

(Personally I love Promptis, Gladnis and LuNyx. But I also like the OT4!)

Re: Any/Any, The Lord of the Ring!AU

Date: 2017-03-15 01:06 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Can you imagine the poetry for a moment.

"Ho! Ardyn Izunia! Ardyn Lucis Caelum!
By MT, ship and car, by the sea you trail 'em!"
etc etc etc

I know Ardyn is Sauron or Melkor here but come on, someone just sing the tom bombadil song everywhere he goes please

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From: (Anonymous)
Instead of demanding Luna marry Noctis, the Empire demands the return of Prompto, citing him as the son of a very important researcher as well an important millitary asset as an MT. Really though, Ardyn just wants Prompto to himself and out of the Prince's hands.

Road trip still happens, but this time it's ostensibly a journey to give Prompto over to the Chancellor as a symbol of goodwill - a duty none of the bros are eager to see through. Then Insomnia is attacked, and the trip because a desperate race to keep Prompto out of Creepy Chancellor Bad Touch's dirty hands.

IgNoct - oral fixation

Date: 2017-03-14 11:22 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Noctis has an oral fixation and loves having Ignis's cock in his mouth.

Re: IgNoct - oral fixation

Date: 2017-03-19 04:46 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
+1 This prompt gives me cock warming ideas so I might try to fill this!

OP, how do you feel about voyeurism and possible dom/sub and hints of ot4?

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ot4, abo, heat, car sex

Date: 2017-03-14 11:46 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
an omega being in a car full of alphas is just trouble waiting to happen. prom goes into heat when they're a ways off from any hotel. noctis and gladio take turns fucking him in the back seat to relieve the pressure while ignis does his best to maintain his focus on the road.

bonus points if:
noct and gladio are accidentally triggering prompto's heats by being too competitive and protective over him.
+ iggy takes him last at the motel and is the most careful and thorough.
++ all three of them have a go the next day.
++++ prom is knocked up and none of them know who the father is and don't really care.
+++++ intersex omega anatomy

Re: ot4, abo, heat, car sex

Date: 2017-03-15 12:10 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I might do this but it might take a while.

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Prompto/Any, Omega!Prompto, only MTs are A/B/O

Date: 2017-03-15 12:10 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
In order to more efficiently breed their army, Nifleheim engineers their MTs to be Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Too bad whoever got Prompto out of Nifleheim forgot to send that memo along, so poor Prompto has no idea WTF is going on with his body. Insomnia's doctors have no idea either, giving him a diagnosis of "some kind of intersex, we think, maybe, IFK" and putting him on all sorts of hormones, some of which help, some of which land him the ER. Prompto ending up pregnant and needing an abortion because no one knew he could even get pregnant, much less how safe a pregnancy would even be for him. Prompto being insulting slurs like ladyboy. Protective bros who are just as Prompto is by his body's changes, but refuse to let him go through it alone.
From: (Anonymous)
This is something I didn't know I needed in my life until right this moment. Astrals please, someone fill this.

Re: Prompto/Any, Omega!Prompto, only MTs are A/B/O

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Weskham/Regis, Fencing practice

Date: 2017-03-15 01:14 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Regis is too focused on his work and needs to loosen up. Weskham challenges him to a duel at the fencing yards. Winner takes ALL. Sexy times ensue?!?!?

Bonus! Regis wins through trickery/mind games
Bonus!!!!!!! Regis' ass is hella fine in his uniform and Weskham is distracted

Any/Ignis - Stripper Ignis

Date: 2017-03-15 01:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
AU where everything went wrong for Ignis, and he got work as a stripper in his early teens. Now a days, he's pretty great at it.

He finds himself a favorite customer. What happens next is up to you.

+ If it's one of the Chocobros, Cor or Nyx
++ If there's a prostitution element
+++ For Ignis eventually getting pregnant (Can be mpreg, trans, abo, prefer no fem iggy)

Ignis/Gladio + Phonebooth/Wrong Number

Date: 2017-03-15 01:33 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Ignis is walking back to the citadel and it's late at night and he feels like he's being followed. Cue him panicking even more until he finds a phone booth and locks himself in it to try and call Noctis or Regis but calls the wrong number by mistake.

+Could be anyone- Ardyn, a nobleman, random dude hitting on him at the bar whoever it is, they decided it was a good idea to follow Ignis for whatever reason

++Ignis calls Gladio's number by mistake. Gladio answers his phone because he's tired and ready to tell this person off but hears this stranger panicking on the other end

+++Gladio goes and saves Ignis, despite not knowing this guy but it's clear he needs help

FILL: Ignis/Gladio + Phonebooth/Wrong Number

Date: 2017-08-18 09:27 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
So, I proofread this once - immediately after writing. There might be mistakes. Otherwise, enjoy :)


Ignis doesn't even know why he went to the club in the first place. It's full as there are too many people on a Friday night, it's too loud and the alcohol hasn't improved since the last time he had been there. Well, the last time he had been there, had been with his former partner, which had been a lot more fun. For Bahamut's sake, the times before he has been with Aranea.

He takes another sip from his glass, frowns as it is almost water with only a hint of alcohol and puts it down. He is bored. And maybe he has to admit meeting someone in a club spells trouble, especially for someone in his position. But he had wanted to prove Areana wrong as she insinuated he could loosen up a bit more. Her exact words had been 'Have someone remove that stick from your arse and let them fill it with something more fun'.

He feels buzzed from the alcohol and it's a good feeling. He has missed this. It has become rarer for him to drink, especially since he is allowed to drive and he quite enjoys it. Today though he has left his car at home. No need to leave it in the city. The walk back is not that long.

Ignis is about to leave when the bartender puts down a drink in front of him. He looks up and the man points at someone at the other end of the bar, who gives him a smirk. Something about that smirk feels off to Ignis. He looks at the drink, but it seems to be the same, the bartender has given him earlier. His eyes flicker back to the man. He knows the guy, but cannot place him. Partly that's due to his very everyday face, but it is also because Ignis cannot place him. Maybe some noble of not high enough standing for Ignis to know all about him.

Anyway, he doesn't need to place the guy; he needs to get out of here. He has already waisted too much time here. So he pushes the glass back and tells the bartender. 'No, thank you. I don't need it. I'm on my way home.'

The bartender just nods. He takes the drink away and shrugs at the guy, who bought Ignis the drink.

Ignis turns around. He doesn't see the grin coming off the man's face and doesn't see the other one getting up as well. No, he is focused on finding his way though the people and making his way out of the too warm and too hot club.

Outside Ignis sobers at the cooler air. It isn't cold, but it isn't as sweltering hot as the day had been. With a sigh he begins his walk home. He thinks about Noctis words telling him to be safe, especially late at night and to text him when he is home. It's a bit of an overkill in Ignis opinion, but he promised the other one.

Crossing the street he realises he is not alone. There is someone following him, someone who is also taller than him. The foot steps are heavier than his. It makes Ignis uneasy.

It remains the uneasiness at first. Nothing bad is about to happen, there is simply someone sharing the way home with him. It's normal. It happens. He takes a deep breath. There is nothing to worry about.

Everything will be alright. He is still a capable member of the crowns guard. He will be fine.

The steps behind him fasten as he does. Real fear hits him. What is he actually going to do? What can he do? His reflexes are not as sharp as he likes because he has drunk. Just enough to slow him, even the fear and adrenalin running through him will not help him. If anything it will do him worse. He doesn't have anything to defend himself either. Why would he? He went out to drink and have fun.

Looking around Ignis sees nothing but dark apartment blocks. It is late and so nobody will be up and ringing at a door? That will be like playing Russian roulette.

The steps are still behind him. He could run if he turns the next corner. No, his reflexes aren't good, if he falls, it'll be over.

He could be panicking over nothing though, right? The person is surely not going to rob him, they have the same way. It's nothing. Except having the same way for over three minutes gets him.

Turning around a corner, he sees the solution to his problem. It's a phone booth, illuminated by light, a beacon in the night, like a light tower at the coastline. Even to his ears it sounds silly. But the relief is immense. Don't let it show though.

Ignis doesn't try to let the fear show either by walking faster. He will remain calm as if it has been his plan all along to phone someone from here. Hopefully Noct will be there. The other one can send him someone from the Crownsguard to pick him up.

The booth is a few metres ahead of him. He reaches for the door, opens it and then pushes it shit behind him. Safe - for now.

He takes the phone in one hand and throws in a few coins. His hands shake when he begins to dial Noct's number. He looks outside but can see nobody in the dark. The only illuminated space is around the booth. He feels even more exposed than before. At least he could hear the other one when they walked. Now he doesn't hear anything except the dial tone in the line.

Biting down on his lip, Ignis waits for the dial tone to connect and for Noct's voice. He hopes he doesn't project the nervousness he feels. It means keeping his hand still instead of drumming a rhythm out on his hip. He stops himself from looking around like a trapped rabbit. It's only a matter of time until the door will be forced upon and the stranger will try to force him out of the phone booth.

'Hello?' The voice is deep with sleep. It doesn't sound exactly like Noctis, but Ignis finds himself unwilling to care.

'Noct? Thank God for taking my call. It's Ignis speaking. I know it is late but I need someone picking me up from a phone booth. Look, it's late. Just send someone from the Crowns Guard to the phone booth at the corner of the park. I have got the feeling someone is following me and - Noct?'

'... I'm not Noct. Where are you again though?'

'At the corner of the apartment blocks. There is a park and across is the phone booth. Who are you?' Ignis' unease is making itself known in his voice. Has he dialled the wrong number? He looks at the number displayed and takes a breath in. Yes, it's not Noct's number. The last three digits are wrong.

'I am so sorry for calling you, I'm simply going to hang up and call my friend, it-'

'Don't you dare to hang up. If someone is following you, you are safer with me on the phone and talking to me. So, stay on the phone. I am coming to get you.'

'You shouldn't need to. I can-' the voice on the other end of line is soothing and commanding as it interrupts Ignis: 'It's alright. You said your name is Ignis? Good, I am Gladio Amicitia. And I am coming to get you. It won't take long, I'm already out of my apartment. So, no use in telling me to turn back.'


'Yes, like the King's shield. I am his son, so don't worry. I am going to get you home. It will be fine. Tell me something about yourself though. I need to concentrate on driving and need to know if you are still there.'

'Yes, alright - my last name is Scientia. Actually I wanted to go to the club and meet someone, but no one caught my eye. I wanted to prove a friend wrong about not having fun and actually being able to date.'

'Didn't work out like you wanted?'

Ignis hears an engine roaring to life in the background. The guy is indeed going to pick him up. He feels relief for a moment so immense that his knees are going to give out.

'Hey, you there?'

'Yes, sorry. What did you say?'

'I said your dating didn't work out?'

'No, it didn't. Someone brought me a drink, I didn't drink it because I was already about to leave. I think he took it personally.'

'Not into guys?'

'More like not into people who buy me a drink without asking. If you accept you feel obliged to at least listen to their introduction or bad pick-up lines.'

He hears a laugh at the other end. 'So not a big fan of being picked up?'

'Not with "I know we are not Romeo and Juliet, but we could be Romeo and Romeo". As if Romeo and Juliet where a real love story. It's a story about infatuation and teenage angst.'

'Not a big fan of Shakespeare either?'

'Actually I like Shakespeare - it's people who are quoting him wrongly, which is annoying as hell.' Ignis exhales. He feels calmer with Gladio on the other end, who asks him questions and is on his way to pick him up. Even though he doesn't know the man.

'Are you still there? It shouldn't be long I am already at Park Road, which should go along the corner you described.'

'Yes, still here. Still - thank you. You shouldn't have come.'

'I wanted to though. Besides, I shouldn't have been sleeping on the couch anyway. It gives me a stiff neck. And if I can safe some lost fellow, who sounds handsome and likes Shakespeare, on the way to bed, so be it. Besides, do you mean with Noct the prince?'

'Yes, the Prince Noctis. His royal highness.'

'More like royal pain in the arse. He skipped training today.'

'He trains with you?'

'Yeah, my father and his thought it would be a good idea to improve his stamina. The only thing it has done so far, it is improve his stamina for napping.'

Ignis chuckles. He hears the sound of an engine rapidly coming closer and asks: 'That you?'

'Think so - you the guy in the phone booth?'

'Yes, I am going to hang up now and get outside.'

'I'm waiting. Already got your helmet ready.'

'Helmet? Astrals, you drove here on a bike?'

'Of course, it was the quickest and easiest to cut through the People's plaza.'

Ignis hangs up, then turns around and opens the door. His fingers fumble a bit with the door and then he looks up. He can see the man on a massive motorcycle, which is from the Crownsguard's car pool. The man is around Ignis' age, He has his helmet off and puts away his phone. As as he hears the door of the booth, he looks up. Brown eyes meet Ignis, a smile plays around his lips and he turns halfway around to fish for another helmet. Apparently the other man had not thought about getting dressed properly because he wears a sinfully skin-tight leather pants and a leather jacket. No, no shirt in sight, but more than enough abs on display for Ignis to consider making a joke about a knight in leather amour.

'Thank you' Ignis says as he takes the helmet. Then he holds his hand out. 'Ignis Scientia. It's a pleasure to meet you.'

'Gladio. Amicitia. Likewise. Let's get you home.'

With great difficulty Ignis is able to hold back, he wouldn't mind going Gladio's home. Instead he gives Gladio the address, before he puts the helmet on and swings his leg over the motorcycle. His hands go around Gladio's waist to have something to hold on. Astrals, those muscles will be the death of him. Gladio adjust his grip, pulling Ignis arms a little tighter. Then he tells him to hold on before starting the bike.

Driving through Insomnia at night on a bike with one of the most gorgeous rescuers Ignis has ever needed is an incredible experience. The air is cooling, which makes him huddle closer to the furnace that is Gladio. The city is basked in lights, mostly the white street light intermingled with advertisements in all colours. It looks beautiful. All noise is drowned out by the engine, except for when they stop at a red light, where it quietens down. Gladio shifts his weight, flexing his muscles while doing so everytime they stop. It feels very nice underneath Ignis' grip.

All too soon they stop in front of the apartment building where Ignis lives and he gets off the bike. Immediately he misses the warmth of Gladio, but now he can see the other one's face as they take off their helmets.

Ignis smiles before he says: 'Thank you again. I know I have said it quite a few times, but it is heartfelt. Would you mind if I take you out for a coffee sometime in the near future as thank you?'

'No, that would be nice. I will be looking forward to it. Though I'd like to give you my number properly this time.'

Ignis takes out his phone, opens a new contact and gives it to Gladio, who begins typing. 'So, I'm usually free on Sunday afternoons?'

Gladio grins at him. 'Sure, me too.'

'Well,' Ignis hesitates before he asks: 'It's a date?'

This time Gladio grin widens and he chuckles softly. 'Sure, want to tell your friend you evening has been a success?'

'Well, it does sound rather nice that I got a date with my knight in shining armour, doesn't it? Even though it was probably nothing.'

For a moment Gladio sobers. 'I saw someone walking away rather quick as I pulled up. So, it wasn't nothing. It's good that you called someone. Even though you got the wrong number. Or maybe you got the right one. Anyway, I need to get going, but I am going to pick you up on Sunday. Text me a time, yes?'

'Yes, I will. See you then?'

It's almost awkward how they cannot decide to call it a night and how much Ignis thinks about giving Gladio a good night kiss. But he is still a bit under the influence of alcohol and so decided to play it safe. With a last good night he turns around and opens the door the apartment block. The night porter gives him a nod, which Ignis returns. As the doors close behind him, he hears an engine roar to life.

Well, his evening had not been perfect, but he has met Gladio and has a date with him. That's pretty good. He texts both Aranea and Noct that he arrived home. After a moment he writes Gladio: 'Drive safe - 3 p.m.?'

His smile is renewed the next day when he reads Gladio text 'It's a date. :)'


Thanks for reading. I might clean this up at some point and post it elsewhere at some point in time.

Re: FILL: Ignis/Gladio + Phonebooth/Wrong Number

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Ardyn/Ignis Spy

Date: 2017-03-15 02:47 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Ignis being Ardyn's lover and serving as a spy, always telling him about where the prince was.

Ardyn/Noctis Victorian Omegaverse AU

Date: 2017-03-15 03:29 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Victorian-ish au where Noctis is the only son of old nobility and is forced to marry someone he normally wouldn't so that his father's estate can be inherited by another great family, or something like that it's up to you. Noctis marries Ardyn, who is new money (and considered beneath them) and he hates it. They are first extremely snarky with each other and then warm up to each other over time.

(basically i'm looking for the biggest cliche, jess michaels type historical trashy romance)

Re: Ardyn/Noctis Victorian Omegaverse AU

Date: 2017-05-02 12:12 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)


Date: 2017-03-15 03:52 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Everyone lives, nobody dies, they're rebuilding insomnia. But, during the ten years Noctis was in the crystal the relationship kind of fell apart with them drifting apart the way they did, even though they were all still in love with each other. So now they have to rebuild their relationship.

+Prompto is eager to be friends again but is wary about rejoining the romantic relationship because abandonment issues

AU - Ravus forges the covenants

Date: 2017-03-15 04:18 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Healing the starscourge already takes a lot out of Luna, and Ravus is unwilling to see his sister "throw away her life" for that boy, so he steals Luna's sceptre and sets off to forge the covenants himself.

He may or may not have some choice words to say to the gods about Noctis' character.

(ngl, the idea of Ravus being a back-biting asshole and complaining to the gods about how ~unworthy Noctis~ is and could they please be as tough as possible on the little shit when he shows up to beg for their favour fills me with glee. and then Noctis shows up and discovers that Ravus has been venting about him and his father to literal gods across Eos.... ahaha)

(no but on a more serious note, I love Ravus and I'd like him and noctis to reach some sort of understanding. maybe ardyn ends up killing luna anyway and noctis and ravus lose their collective shit about it together)

Any/any or OT4 - high chocobros

Date: 2017-03-15 04:30 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I don't care which ones, though I'm partial to Gladio/Ignis and Noctis/Prompto, it can be any or ALL of the boys. Just get them high and let them fuck. I also don't care what they are high on, it can be pot or something harder. I must ask that this be an established relationship situation so we don't run into any dubcon issues.

OT4, Noctis comes first

Date: 2017-03-15 04:43 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
And unspoken rule among the bris that the prince gets to orgasm first.

OT4 - asexual Prompto

Date: 2017-03-15 05:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Pretty much what it says on the tin. Prompto is in a relationship with the other Chocobros & is ace. He loves his boyfriends with all his heart but doesn't know how to come out as ace for fear of losing them.

Can be as angsty or as fluffy as the author desires.

+Iggy is the first to figure it out
++the bros defend their boyfriend if someone even attempts to imply that anything is wrong with Prompto
+++Chocobros being supportive of their ace boyfriend

Re: OT4 - asexual Prompto

Date: 2017-03-15 11:34 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I am so here for this!! was gonna put a prompt like this down myself, so thank you for doing it!!

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OT4 bukake boy Prompto

Date: 2017-03-15 05:56 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Exactly what it says on the tin. All safe sane and consensual please.

+everyone calls him their little cumslut and Prompto loves it
++Prompto gets off on all three guys coming all over his face without ever being touched or touching himself
+++no gag reflex

Watersports squick me so please don't


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