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Prompt Post Round Five

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The trees that lined the entrance to the meteor were ash white and petrified as stone, joining ruined columns and the cracked remains of a shrine wall in a mimicry of the throne room of Insomnia. There was even a dais at the end of it, and the half-sunken tomb of a king. Noct stopped at the coffin, Gladio at his side, and lay a hand on the broken lid.

"Kinda sad, isn't it?" Prompto said, narrowing the focus of his camera. "All these kings and queens, they were just holding off the Scourge until Noct came around. They couldn't like, give up the throne and become an artist or something."

"No," Ignis said. "I expect they couldn't."

Prompto waited for the light of Noctis' ancestors to coalesce into the shape of his spectral weapon, and took his shot.

"Wonder what Noct would do, if he had the choice."

Ignis' voice sounded distant. "Fish, most likely. Take little jobs here and there. Keep a cat. A simple life."

"Yeah." Prompto put his camera away. "Yeah, I can see that."

They stood there a moment, side by side, Ignis' shoulder brushing against Prompto's as Gladio ran a hand up Noct's back. Then Noctis turned to them, and the glow of magic in his eyes faded as he beckoned.

"Back to reality, huh?" Prompto said, and the smile Ignis gave him was small and wan.

Then the earth fell beneath them.

It started with a horrible, grinding crack, and Noctis cried out, slipping backwards on a great sheet of stone that went toppling over the side of the cliff. Gladio was safe on solid ground, but he leapt off the edge anyways, half running, half sliding amid a cloud of white dust. Ignis lurched as though to follow, and Prompto hung onto his arms, holding him down.

There wasn't time to wait for the dust to clear. There was another tremor, stronger than the first, and Prompto spotted two figures at the base of the cliff go staggering behind a wall of stone as far below, the face of the Titan rose from the wreckage.

The ache in Prompto's chest felt less like fear than worry, and when the Titan swung his neck to squint through the dust towards the cliff, it was Ignis who had to hold Prompto back from the edge.

"He'll be after Noct," Ignis said. "We need to find a way down."

The Astral bellowed in a low, booming voice that made the brittle roots of the trees behind them rattle and shake. Then, as Prompto and Ignis started to jog down a sloping path that hissed with pockets of steam, the Titan set down his burden.

The sound of the meteor crashing to the earth was amplified in the crater, cracking and screeching and sending both Ignis and Prompto to their knees. They crawled for cover, unable to stand without falling, and by the time the shadow of the Titan's hand passed over them, it was far too late to run.

Prompto dimly heard someone calling his name as he was scraped off the earth in a shower of rubble and tree litter, borne high above the smoke and ash that coated the crater. He heaved himself up the palm that held him, and swung his legs over the Titan's thumb just as the Astral closed his hand into a fist.

Prompto gripped the ends of a thumbnail almost as large as he was, and stared into the weeping, wretched eye of the Archaeon.

---

"The fuck is he doing with Prompto?" Noct coughed, racing after Gladio under a tunnel of fallen branches. His whole body was on fire, muscles screaming with strain, and a furious headache pounded in his temples. "The fuck is he doing with Prompto?"

Gladio pulled Noct out of the way of a rockslide, and held him to his side, waiting for the next round of tremors to pass. Above them, the Titan was standing, legs bowed, fist raised to his face.

"You know what he's saying, Noct?" he shouted, and motioned for them to move, inching along a narrow shelf over a chasm.

"Sort of!" Noct grabbed at Gladio's sleeve as the Titan's voice tore through his mind, and groaned with the effort of trying to piece together the memories of learning old Lucian with his dad, years before. "Little. Little something. Little star."

The Titan spoke again, and Gladio had to grab Noctis in both arms as he tipped forward, narrowly making the jump to the other side.

"Little star," Noct said, as the echoes of the Titan's voice rumbled off the crater walls. "What have they done?"

---

"Dude!" Prompto shouted, holding onto the Titan's thumb for dear life over a several hundred meter drop. "I don't know what you're saying! I failed Old Lucian like, twice! I had to take make-up classes in Galahdian Studies!"

The Titan's voice rolled over him, and Prompto's teeth chattered.

"Look, I'm sorry!" Prompto cried. "I'm not the king! I'm not even the king's shield, or advisor, or anything! I'm just like... I'm a guy from East 33rd! I take photos! I like... I like dogs!"

The Titan lowered his thumb, and his hand started to tilt. Prompto's hands clenched on the nail, but when his legs slid over the side, the Titan shook him off, and he fell into the Astral's open palm.

By the time the giant fingers closed over him, Prompto barely had the breath to scream.

---

At last, a terrible silence settled over the crater. Noctis heard only the frantic thrum of his pulse in his temples and the beat of his footsteps as he and Gladio pushed themselves up a stretch of rock that emptied out at the Titan's feet. Ignis panted, red-faced, glasses fogged beyond use, and skidded down a sheer cliff-face to where Noctis and Gladio were waiting. And all three of them, in their own, desperate way, sent up a prayer to any god who would listen that Prompto would make it through alive.

And for once, a god answered.

Light started to creep through the lines of the Titan's fingers, specks of it, like the flickering glow of fireflies in late spring. The light billowed around the fist in a cloud of sparks, and the men below reeled back, hit with a force that brought with it the scent of warm rain and sweltering pavement, of clicking fans, of bicycle spokes, and the clink of ice in plastic cups.

It brought Ignis to mind of an afternoon sitting on his uncle's balcony, surrounded by crisp white shirts and bedsheets on the line. Gladio remembered grass clippings, the crinkle of old books and the smell of boot polish. Noct thought of exhaust and fried dough, and a hand that held his tight through the chaos of a festival, an anchor in the crowd.

The Titan opened his fist, and the man they knew as Prompto raised a hand to his eyes and laughed.

"Wow," he said, in the language of old Lucis. "Rude."

Anons, I just want to see Noctis using his magic for dumb, boring reasons. Out of hot water in the caravan? Zap the water heater with a fire spell. Ice cream melting? Nothing a little ice magic can't fix.

omg omg omg *_*

Spanking is my bulletproof kink, and Gladnis by OTP.

Gladio gets Iggy across his knee and paints his ass red. Ignis loves every second.

I'm intrigued

+100

(I know in one Ignoct I'm reading they gave Ignis a Viking funeral which was interesting)

please!

we need more Libs/Nyx

Be gentle with the smol boy Titan...! 'Little star' had me weeping.

So glad to hear this is OT4, that's my fav choice x) And damn, this made me realize how exponentially worse it's gonna be if Ardyn gets his mitts on Prompto. Niflheim's intentions could be so much worse than 'just chase him around a bit' :C

Do you plan to post this on AO3 when it's done? :)

(op again here)

Yep like that one episode of Buffy, it's Halloween and everyone turns into their costume.

Ideas:
-Gladio wearing a sexy fireman costume and now he has the mind of stripper.
-Ninja Ignis going on a stabbing spree.
-Prompto trying to wear a skimpy sexy costume but he chickens out the last minute and goes a bedsheet ghost and now he's running through walls.
-Lots and lot replica "Cor the Immortals" running around.
-Iris wearing a sterotypical frilly princess dress to get Noct's attention and now she's she's acting likea stereotypical damsel in distress.
-Luna dressing up in a borrowed Crownsgaurd/Kingsglaive uniform and kicking all of the asses.
-Noctis is lazy and just wears an animal ear headband and a clip-on tail with his regular clothes and now he's a catboy.
ect. Seriously, go wild!

Tossed it up on my AO3 now. :D http://archiveofourown.org/works/12250677

I have discovered flexible Noctis and I need more of it.

I'm happy if you want creative freedom. OT4 or any bro/Noctis you want.

Loose idea no.1 If you need it: Gladio and Noct stretch out around sparring matches and Prompto discovers just how flexible Noctis and is awed and maybe a lot turned on. To Gladio and Ignis it is common knowledge.

Loose idea no.2 if you need it: Prompto discovers how flexible Noct is and Noctis offers to help Prompto train his own lack of flexibility (however dire it is or isn't).

+ Sex is greatly appreciated.
+ Bottom Noct is equally appreciated.
+ Don't be fooled I'm very partial to Gladio/Noct but definitely not a necessity.

I want Cor and Noctis having the most adorable uncle and nephew relationship, and frantic little Noctis finding out that his favorite Uncle Cor was injured on a mission and rushing to his father and demanding to go visit him and see that he's okay.

I would also love it if Cor is grumpy, hating hospitals and reluctant to let anyone see him but absolutely melts when little Noctis comes in with a thoughtful little gift. Maybe a drawing or a dessert that Cor mentioned enjoying or a toy... something of that nature.

+++ Clarus and Regis being all amused/touched when they see how Mr. Tough-as-Nails Cor is all gooey with Noctis.

I literally just watched that episode a few days ago. O.O

I like this idea though! If I don't end up writing it, I hope someone does!

The three got together as teens but got caught and were separated. Noctis refuses to have a new shield and advisor so they run away.

-if smut prefer sub!noct
- would love to the guys fathers regretting trying to keep them apart

Basically Promptos boss is a total creep and Prompto can't quit as he needs the money (his parents haven't sent him money and there's not enough to pay all the bills, idk). So he just tries to deal with it and keep the chocobros from finding out. Maybe he works at a diner or something (idk up to the author) and the bros drop by (despite how hard Prompto has tried to keep them from dropping in) and find out. Author can decide on how bad Promoptos boss is (just touching to more, etc)

Those Lucians managed to smuggle not one but TWO baby MTs out of Niflheim! They grow up together in Insomnia as identical twins. One is the sunshine boy we all know from XV, but the other... is an absolute bad boy. XV!Prompto befriends Noctis like in canon. VS!Prompto thinks, since they've shared everything their whole lives, it only makes sense they would share a boyfriend. Pre-game (around 17-18).

+XV!Prompto has been trying to hide his crush on Noct and just be his friend. VS!Prompto pushes them both to go further.
++VS!Prompto fucking Noct while XV!Prom blows him.
+++Spit roasting

Please no twincest. The brothers are only interested in screwing Noct.

Please!!

+💯

a!a

Yeah, Ardyn is a bit more of a threat to Prompto this time around, all things considered.

I do plan on putting this up on ao3 when I'm done! :)

The body of Prompto Argentum sat cross-legged in the palm of the Archaeon. He conscientiously removed his vest, which was charred by the heat that radiated from his skin, and bent down to start unlacing his boots.

"This isn't very convenient, taking his body like this," he said. He pushed the shoes off just before the rubber started to melt. "I'm used to sharing, but he's only mortal. We have twenty minutes at most before it kills him."

"Then we will wait," the Titan said. His voice held the patience of the tides beneath the earth. "And when he dies, you will be free."

Prompto's eyes flared white. "Oh. Oh, no, you don't understand. I like him. He's mine."

He looked down at the men standing far below, and waved an arm. Heat rippled the air, and he pinched at a dust mote, turning it into a bright speck of light.

"They're all mine," he said.

A buzzing rose in the high air above the meteor, and the Titan's fingers curled, creating a wall around Prompto's body. "Your killers have come again, my star," he said, as imperial airships filled the sky like fat beetles, spilling their soldiers onto the smoldering earth. "They think to best me, before your king can form the covenant."

The god in the Titan's hand rose to his feet, bearing his mortal body to the edge of the Astral's palm. He smiled, and the spark of light he'd made bounced against another dust mote, creating a second spark, then a third, then a fourth, until a cloud of light swirled around his bare skin. When he spoke, steam hissed on his tongue, and his eyes burned with the fire that starved out trees, that cracked skin and bled rivers dry.

"I have fifteen minutes," he said. "That's more than enough time to take care of you, friend." He laid a hand on the tip of the Titan's finger, and bared his teeth. "Just remember, when it's done? Whatever plans you have for my boys, I found them first."

Then the Titan tried something new, something he hadn't done in all his time on Eos.

He laughed.

---

Noctis had heard of the trial of the covenants.

At twelve, he'd read the journals of one of his ancestors, who described the long battles she'd waged with the Astrals just for the chance to borrow their power once. He read of fists that could level cities, of a roar of rage that burst eardrums, of fire and ash and waterspouts that sent hardened warriors running.

He hadn't read of anything like this.

When Prompto dropped from the hand of the Titan, the light that surrounded his small form coiled together in a bright, blinding sphere. The stones at Noct's feet rattled, dragging across the ground, some lifting inches into the air, and Noct felt a pull in his own body, and had to brace his feet and grab Gladio's arm as an anchor.

The sphere of light slowed, and spirals of dust and debris circled it, forming perfect spirals in the air. Then the light broke apart, creating a golden haze that stung Noct's eyes, and Prompto Argentum dropped, naked, onto the earth at the Titan's feet.

"Oh, damn," he said. "He liked those pants."

"Prompto?" Noctis let go of Gladio, and skidded forward, drawn to Prompto as though pulled to him in a high wind. "The hell was that?"

Prompto grabbed Noct before he could crash into him, and laughed as Noct frantically started pulling off his jacket. "No, no, dear heart," Prompto said. "I'll ruin it. Keep it on."

"What the hell did he do to you?" Noct asked. "Are you... Possessed? Did he fuck with your head? What's your name, what day is it? How many fingers--"

Prompto rolled his eyes. "Not the time. As Prompto would say, you have the big guy to worry about." He pointed up, and Noct craned his head to see the Titan crouching down, fist raised for a crushing blow.

"Oh, shit."

"Here," Prompto said. He took Noct's head in both hands, and Noct winced at the heat that tightened his skin. "A blessing, for luck."

Then Prompto kissed him, and Noct's mind filled with light.

---

Prompto woke to the sound of humming.

It wasn't a very good melody, all things considered. The singer was about as tone deaf as Ignis, and they kept having to stop, double back, and try the same five bars again. If Prompto were able to speak, he might've begged him to stop. As it was, his throat felt raw, and there was an odd, oppressive weight on his chest, holding him down.

"Sorry about this," said the voice of his soul.

Prompto blinked. He was covered in almost every sheet and duvet from Noct's armiger, and Gladio was draped over him with an arm tucked around Prompto's heavily-padded middle. There was a tickling in Prompto's head, and the voice of his thoughts, the voice that echoed his own in quiet moments, spoke up again.

"I was trying to ease you into it," the voice said. "But, well. I suppose we don't have that kind of time."

Prompto felt his eyes close, and his mind burst with color as he saw himself, laughing into the Titan's ruined face. Himself, naked and cloaked in light, standing in front of an MT trooper. Snapping his fingers. Light streaking out through the cracks in the MT's armor as they collapsed in on themselves, rattling out an inhuman screech.

Noctis, his sword infused with the force of a small sun, shattering the arm of the Titan.

Then he saw... Himself, again. But he had thick, dark hair, white eyes, a wide expressive mouth. He was trapped in the pincers of a magitech claw, which thrummed and shook as Prompto tried to break free. With every burst of power he used to escape, the shaking grew stronger, until Prompto's unfamiliar body crumpled, and his corpse dissolved into ash.

A man with light blond hair and a thick robe stepped forward, and flipped a switch on the shuddering machine.

"Magnificent," he said. "Can you imagine, chancellor, what we can do with the power of the sun?"

Darkness. A blast of heat, and the scream of a child, then Prompto was in his own body again, his body at the age of six, sitting outside his apartment with an unwrapped popsicle in his hands. He watched a ladybug crawl across the mailbox post, and when it flew away to land on his sticky fingers, something in the back of his mind laughed in delight.

Prompto laughed, too.

"I was always there," said the voice, as young Prompto giggled, trying to guide the ladybug over his knuckles.

"Always," it said, as the image changed, showing a nine-year-old Prompto sitting alone in his classroom during lunch, flipping through his camera. His shoulders were hunched, head down, and he didn't notice how the light in the window shifted, stretching unnaturally far to glide over his desk. The shadow of a bird flying by startled him, and Prompto looked up in time to see a robin lighting on the windowsill.

He smiled.

He saw himself lying in the grass with the tinny sounds of a pop song rising from his earbuds, saw the way the sun made his face glow and his eyes shine. He saw the blossoms of the trees in his neighborhood turn as he passed, saw the morning glories open, one after another, in anticipation of his coming. He saw the sunflowers in he shrine, the stone in his hand, the look of shock in Noctis' eyes that slowly faded to awe. And underneath it all, through every memory of his waking life, he could finally put a name to the the joy that sang in the back of his mind.

Hey, he thought. I love you, too.

Prompto opened his eyes again.

Ignis sat at his side, shaking out a damp washcloth over a bowl. Noctis was on Gladio's other side, face illuminated by the screen of his phone. When Prompto tried to clear his throat, all three of them looked up.

"So," Prompto said, in a harsh, dry rasp. "I guess we need to talk."

--------

...... I guess this is technically an OT5, then...

so nice of him, worrying about prompto's clothes

Ignis and Noct are a couple, but keep it a secret. Prompto finds out and gets jealous because he's interested in Noct as well (and kind of thought they had the beginnings of a ~thing~ going because they're such close friends).
In the first moment of jealousy, he is tempted to tell on them out of the spite of his broken heart because he knows this would probably break them up. But Prompto's a good guy, and a good friend, so he doesn't (or if he already did tell someone, he does his utmost to make up for his mistake).

I like the detail about the blankets. I suppose one would feel freezing after having had the power of a sun inside of you. XD

op again - i super super love ur fill a!a, i've been checking it every day for updates! You've characterized Ignis exactly how i imagined well done

That's it. That's all I want. Ignis fucking Noctis into the mattress.

+++ no condoms please. make it messy.

+++++++++ iggy's hung. stomache bulge.

I'm not really interested in the non-con itself which my go to would be Ardyn/Noctis. I'm looking for the recovery period afterward in which Noctis learns how to trust those closest to him again.

I'm hoping for an OT4 relationship, or any of the other three/Noct. Whether it's established or developed afterward is up to you. I want to see him loved and cared for even when it's not easy.

- I'm not looking for smut, but if you feel like it fits in with the story I'm open to it. Sub!Noct preferred.
- Noctis seeks comfort in touch. Eventually leads to falling asleep on everyone at various intervals.
- Like I said, I'm not interested in the non-con itself. If you feel like the writing of it will help flesh out the trauma afterward then feel free to include it.

ANGST TIME

so, Leviathan come and goes and Altissia is a mess. Gladio manage to rescue Ignis and Noctis but no-one find Prompto.
basically Noctis wake up, Ignis is blind, Gladio is a ball of rage, Luna is dead and Prompto is missing, and Gladio kind of assume he's dead.

But the truth is, Ardyn kidnapped Prompto after killing Luna, or maybe he didn't kill Luna and only kidnapped Prompto to hurt Noctis more. it's up to you.

if you want to add gasoline to this fire, Promptis, Promptio or OT4. i don't mind Promnis but the poor lad is already blind, let's not add to much pain there lol

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Prompt Post Round Five

(Fill 5/? Dawn Child) Re: Sun Summon Prompto

Gen or Noctis/any, mundane uses of magic

Re: (Fill 5/? Dawn Child) Re: Sun Summon Prompto

Gladio/Ignis - spanking

Re: Lucis has elaborate burying rituals

Re: Libertus/Nyx - Halloween hijinks

Re: (Fill 5/? Dawn Child) Re: Sun Summon Prompto

Gen, Characters turn into their costumes

AO3 Noctis's first Halloween - fluff/gen

Flexible Noctis Any Bro/Noctis

Gen; Little Noctis worries when his Uncle Cor gets hurt

Re: Gen, Characters turn into their costumes

ignis/noctis/gladio- caught and on the run

Gen or Noctis/Prompto, Sexual Harassment

Noctis/XV!Prompto/Versus!Prompto, Argentum Twins double team Noctis

Re: Gen; Little Noctis worries when his Uncle Cor gets hurt

Re: (Fill 5/? Dawn Child) Re: Sun Summon Prompto

(Fill 6/? Dawn Child) Re: Sun Summon Prompto

Re: (Fill 6/? Dawn Child) Re: Sun Summon Prompto

Ignoct, Onesided Prompto->Noct, Jealousy

Re: (Fill 6/? Dawn Child) Re: Sun Summon Prompto

Re: FILL (4/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink

ignoct, ignis fucking noct into the mattress

Any/Noctis NonCon aftermath

Ardyn kidnap Prompto in Altissia