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Prompt Post Round Five

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Pre-canon. Noct is just looking for some porn, but when he logs on to his favorite porn site, there at the top is a featured video of a lookalike of himself getting plowed by a lookalike of Gladio.

He doesn't MEAN to click on it. He doesn't MEAN to go looking to see what other lookalike porn there is of himself. He definitely doesn't mean to make a habit of it.

A!Anon: This was actually a lot harder then I'd thought it be and it's super short, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

Gladio looks with great affection at his sleeping lover after crawling back into bed with him, marveling at his delicate features. From his babyface down to his lithe legs, his slender waist that meld into his petite hips, everything about him is precious and beckons for the most gentlest of touches. When he kisses him he gently tips Noct’s face up to his, leaning down and pressing tender kisses to his lips. He softly wraps an arm around his slender shoulders and pulls him close when they relax together during a brief break or long car ride. Sometimes he’ll even have him lay his head in his lap, caressing his soft hair and tracing the delicate lines that make up his face. When he makes love to him, he worships every little inch of him as though he could break at any second. It makes Gladio’s heart thump in his chest as he watches the smaller man writhe under him as he places feather soft touches to his skin or how he can hold both of his wrists above his head with just one of his hands as he mouths about him; from his forehead all the way down to his toes. He is so beautiful, perfect, like a porcelain doll. The older man reaches out and begins to run his hand down the other’s slim arm, stopping at his lover’s own and gently takes it in his. Gladio’s practically swallows the Prince’s; soft and milky white being encapsulated by his rough and light bronze. He brings Noct’s hand to his lips, pressing feather soft kisses to each of the svelte fingers, lavishing them with all the care he does the rest of him. Noctis slowly awakens and looks to his lover, soft pink lips curling into a warm smile and cheeks turning rosy. He looks so innocent like this, so frail, and it strengthens Gladio’s determination to keep him safe.

“Hey, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” Gladio whispers out and lifts his large arm to allow the other to snuggle into him. “Come here.”

Noct yawns and nuzzles into his Shield’s warm body, slowly nodding back off to sleep again. “Mmm, so warm, love you.”

“Love you too.”

The older man wraps his arms around him, pulling him into a loving and protective embrace, before looking down and placing a quick kiss to the crown of his head. This was another thing he loved so much about Noctis’ form, he fit so well against his, like they were made for each other. It was like the gods built him to especially to swaddle his Prince, like a security blanket that keeps the most precious of treasures in all of Eos covered and safe. He folds so intricately up against him too, with his supple legs tucking in between Gladio’s and arms nestled against his front as Gladio encompasses him entirely with his arms and upper half, head tucked up under his chin. Even though he annoys his Prince when he says it, especially when the younger man has to stand on his tiptoes to kiss him, he loves how tiny he is compared to himself.

One of the bros moves into a new apartment but it turns out Noct's ghost is just hanging around there and haunting the place. Can be canon-ish future fic or a total AU.

Well, maybe “offended” isn’t the right word. But he’s somebody who can’t afford to be picky, y’know? It’s hard enough to budget for healthy things when all the cheapest food is junk. And here Noctis is, throwing away good food.

Nah. Offended is TOTALLY the right word.

(idk, I just wanna see a little friction in their friendship. Some class/privilege stuff, etc)

Ardyn's a weirdo with weird magic, so when he's bored suddenly somebody gets cat ears, or barfs up flowers, or finds themselves with superpowers or a job at a coffee shop they definitely do not remember getting. Anything you can think of is on the table. Ardyn has a wonderful time! Except for the once that it backfires.

Any pairing, multiple pairings, OT4 are all good, especially if Ardyn's involved. Only DNW's are non- or dub-con. Otherwise go nuts.

Once again, this part is a little too long, so I'm splitting it.

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Noctis could officially cross being sprayed at with a squirt bottle like a misbehaving dog off of his bucket list.

Not that he ever thought it would need to be added…

Considering how long the trip back to the Myrlwood would take, however, this was really the better alternative to stopping constantly to dunk him in water or else letting him dry out again. That was a hell he hoped never to experience again. His insides felt like they were burning, his outsides felt like crispy toast, the webbing between his fingers had gotten rubbery…he may have started crying at some point. Not that he would admit it. It was just the dryness of his eyes, that was all! Really!

Still, the group couldn’t spare the time to visit any pools, streams or rivers along the way, and the water in the fish tank they’d acquired couldn’t exactly be spared for him, so the group had bought a few squirt bottles filled with water before they left Lestallum. The task of spraying down Noctis was left to Prompto, who did so with an odd sort of enthusiasm. Considering how many times he’d sprayed Noctis in the face whenever the prince made some sort of sarcastic remark, it wasn’t hard to figure out where he found his humor. But still…

“My face is fine, Prompto. Maybe get the rest of my scales?” Noctis huffed, wiping water out of his eyes and flicking it at Gladio at the sound of the shield’s snickering. Prompto took his role seriously for a moment, brandishing the two bottles as twin guns and spraying them in tandem over the length of Noctis’ body.

“Thanks—”

And yet another squirt to the face. For good measure.

“…Prom—”

As well as another, interrupting what Noctis was about to say.

“Will you—”

Squirt.

“—stop that—”

Squirt.

“Prompto, I’ll have to ask that you take this seriously. You’re starting to distract me,” Ignis quipped. Of course he wasn’t actually that distracted, but Noctis silently thanked him for speaking on his behalf anyway. And then he promptly ripped a squirt bottle out of his best friend’s hand and sprayed the blond in the face with it.

“You’re cleaning up any water stains you got on my dad’s seats,” Noctis said, tossing the bottle back to Prompto once he’d wiped off his face. He didn’t seem too offended by it, judging from his laughter.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” he said to Ignis before turning to Noctis. “And dude, you’ve gotten enough water stains in here to make the Regalia smell like an aquarium for the next fifty years.”

“Yeah, and I’m trying not to make it worse. Hence why I’m not spraying myself down.” It’d get everywhere, and Noctis wouldn’t really be able to see what he was doing, despite his ability to twist his back in ways that were impossible for a normal human—much to his dismay because that could have otherwise been useful, and he likely would’ve gotten irritated enough to start dumping water on himself and that wouldn’t have turned out well. So he handed the bottle back to Prompto and turned to face away from him.

“Which means Prompto gets the fun job,” he concluded. Prompto must not have minded as he silently went back to spraying Noctis down. Gladio shifted a bit, moving his face away when one of Noctis’ fins almost smacked him, but otherwise didn’t say anything. He was the other candidate for ‘water squirter’. Apparently his job as ‘fish tank holder’ interfered with that? Despite the fish tank resting on the floor between his feet. Whatever, Noctis wasn’t going to argue with it.

“It’d be a lot more fun if we could stop to grab some eats on the way. I don’t think I’ll make it all the way to the Vesperpool on an empty stomach, let alone fight through plant monsters just to crawl through the Myrlwood,” Prompto sighed, spraying water over Noctis’ navy scales absentmindedly. He sat slumped over the back of the seat with his cheek smushed into the headrest, staring wistfully out into the wilderness as it passed by. The perfect ‘sad puppy’ look.

Ignis seemed to take pity on him, so at least it somewhat worked. “We can pick up something quick from the crow’s nest in Old Lestallum, but otherwise we’re continuing on. I’d like to reach the Myrlwood before nightfall. If we get caught there after sundown, we’ll have to either stay at the haven inside or fight out way through daemons until we find another. I’d rather avoid both.”

“Gotcha Iggy!” Prompto grinned, perking up immediately at the words ‘crow’s nest’. “We’ll be quick!”

“I thought you hated the crow’s nest in Old Lestallum. Said it was creepy,” Gladio said, raising an eyebrow.

“It is creepy,” Noctis chipped in. “That damn hick bird watches people, I swear to Ramuh.”

He’d testify on the Cosmogony itself that that daemon bird turned its head when he sat down next to it that one day.

“Well then it’s a good thing you’ll both be in and out of there,” Ignis said, continuing south down the road that led into Old Lestallum instead of turning onto one of the roads that would take them north towards the Vesperpool. It would have either been that or another meal at Meldacio and that had given Gladio the shits, so they had subconsciously agreed not to eat anymore cooking ‘the way mama made it at home’. Or they could have chanced a convenience meal at Burbost Souvenir Emporium but, inconveniently enough, they didn’t have a microwave and Noctis wasn’t tossing anymore fire spells at their food. Not again. The Old Lestallum crow’s nest was, unfortunately, their best bet. But thankfully, if Noctis was interpreting Iggy’s words correctly, he wouldn’t have to go in. Just Gladio and Prompto. That worked.

“What?” Prompto whined. “Why do me and Gladio have to go? Wouldn’t it be better if you went, Iggy?”

“Weren’t you the one celebrating the chance to get something to eat?”

“I didn’t think I’d actually have to go in there. Figured you’d take care of the shopping.”

Noctis turned over again, pushing himself up into a sitting position as he reached over and poked Prompto in the forehead. “Don’t treat Ignis like he’s your nanny.”

“Oh right, I forgot. Isn’t he your nanny?” Prompto rolled his eyes.

“Exactly,” Noctis nodded. “So get your lazy ass into that diner and pick up some burgers to go.”

“I can’t believe the King of Sloth just called me a lazy ass…”

Despite the complaints however, Prompto readily got out of the car once they reached Old Lestallum. Gladio…not so much. He sat back and watched Prompto with his hands behind his head, nodding down at the sparkling blue fish tail rested over his lap.

“I’m kinda occupied, so have fun.”

Noctis reached over into Prompto’s seat and grabbed one of the squirt bottles that had been set down, aiming at his shield’s face and spraying.

“Bad. Go help Prompto.”

It earned him an understandably irritated look. Grinning mischievously from behind the shield, Prompto grabbed the other bottle while Gladio wasn’t looking and promptly sniped him in the back of the head. And then the face when Gladio turned around. Noctis lifted himself up as Gladio launched out of his seat, vaulted over the door, and chased Prompto into the diner.

Noctis turned to Ignis and immediately struck up a conversation. “So, Specs, wanna hear this goofy joke Talcott told me?”

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to regret saying yes?”

“Probably because it’s terrible. He heard it from Jared apparently.”

Ignis only waited for Noctis to continue.

“So a cactuar and a slactuar go into a motel, and they meet up with this lady who says ‘I bet I could take a thousand pri—”

“And I’m going to stop you there. I’m pretty sure I know how this one ends and I really don’t need to hear it again.”

It’d taken about half an hour for Prompto and Gladio to leave the crow’s nest, and another ten minutes to rearrange the seating while trying not to spill food everywhere, get the seats wet, and knock Noctis around too much (mostly on Gladio’s part as he tried to climb back into the car while pushing Noct’s tail every which way…and getting smacked with a few fins all the while. Yes it was on purpose). And it’d led to another interesting topic of discussion as they drove back up north towards the Vesperpool.

“What’ll Noct eat?” Prompto had asked, fiddling with the wrapper on his burger. Ignis met Noctis’ eyes through the rearview mirror and he sighed as he slowed the car down, reaching behind himself into the back to fish into his travel bag, which had been left out for this very reason. For a fish. Noctis knew this because he’d realized rather quickly that his new body was made for eating one specific thing.

Fish.

The baked creature, still whole in appearance but thankfully gutted, was pulled out of its storage and handed to Noctis, who immediately started pulling at the wrappings. It was something Ignis had whipped up for him before they’d left Lestallum, prepared in case the prince was hungry. Which he surprisingly wasn’t, at the time. He wasn’t sure if it was jitters over the trip back and the subsequent meeting with the magic fish or if his body was just doing weird things, but thankfully it didn’t last throughout the day and he found himself hungry enough to try what Ignis made for him. He ignored the way the other two flinched when he started eating.

“Dude, you’re eating an entire fish? You? Prince Carrot-phobia?” Prompto asked in awe, his jaw dropped as his burger hung loosely in his fingers, the grease running down them and the wrapper. Noctis watched woefully as he was reminded of the food he couldn’t have anymore. What he wouldn’t give for a nice burger. And it wasn’t as if he minded fish, not at all. He loved fish. But being one put things into perspective.

“What else am I supposed to eat? It’s cooked and gutted and that’s good enough for me,” Noctis shot back, taking another pronounced chomp into his meal and tearing a chunk off. A small chunk. He couldn’t chew it, after all.

“It still has eyeballs!”

“Leave ‘im alone, Prompto. That’s what we’re going to the Myrlwood to fix,” Gladio defended, though his voice was as flat and bored as it could have possibly managed. Nice to know Noct’s shield cared so much.

“I don’t think His Highness has much room to be picky at the moment, Prompto,” Ignis said. “At any rate, it won’t last much longer. Soon enough, we’ll be at the Myrlwood and we can convince the creature in the pool to change Noct back.”

There was an uncomfortable, unspoken ‘maybe’ in there, and it terrified Noctis to think that she might not change him back.

It was too late to turn back even if they wanted to, however. They reached the road that led up into the Myrlwood by mid-afternoon and soon enough Noctis was being hefted up over Gladio’s shoulder as Ignis reached into the back and pulled out the fish tank. Prompto was told to have his gun at the ready, and he would be the one holding off the bulk of any attackers. Gladio might get by with a few sword swings and Ignis with a few thrown daggers, but they were trying to avoid a situation in which Noctis needed to use magic because if they got caught in the midst of it, they might accidentally fry him. Or freeze him. Who knew, considering the reaction his body had to being dried out in the Cauthess heat. The system worked for them, thankfully, as they made their way through the secluded forest and into the back where the pool and the haven were. Noctis was slid off of Gladio’s shoulder and down into the water, and the fish they’d caught joined him shortly.

Noctis cupped his hands around his mouth and called out. “Hey! Magic fish! We brought back your buddies! I need to speak with you, so come out!”

There was silence for a moment, long enough for Noctis to swim a bit further in and shout for her again. Still nothing. He turned to his friends and shrugged, watching their faces in hopes of an answer he doubted he’d actually receive from them, before preparing to dive under the water.

“Wait, Noct!” came Prompto’s voice. He halted his descent, paddling his arms and swishing his tail in order to push himself back up as he looked around, figuring that Prompto had spied the magic fish hanging around in the water somewhere. Sure enough, his eyes caught silver and he spotted the gleaming fish’s head poking out of the water by a collection of rocks. She floated there for a moment, watching him. Judging him, he’d bet.

“Those aren’t my brethren, you primitive creature,” she eventually seethed, her voice echoing across the chamber, loud enough for even the others to hear. A far cry from the small voice Noctis had heard in his head the first time, though still just as childlike and strange.

Also, she was definitely judging him.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, exasperated. “I brought back all of the fish I pulled out of the pool.”

“These fish are from outside waters! You probably ate the original fish, you ape!”

Noctis was inclined to point out that if she didn’t want him to eat fish, she probably shouldn’t have turned him into something that was made to eat fish, but instead he kept his mouth shut about it.

“What’s it matter? They’re the same types of fish,” Noctis sighed, rubbing at his temple in irritation. It seemed Gladio’s plan hadn’t worked in the end, and honestly they hadn’t really expected it to, but it was still worth a shot. Or so they thought. In the end, it seemed to just piss off magic fish more. Judging by her affronted gasp, he would definitely wager it had.

The fish suddenly disappeared beneath the water before jumping out of it in a flash of white light, producing in her place a small girl with long, wavy blonde hair. A small, strange creature, in fact, that settled herself on one of the rocks beside her. One would think, at first glance, that she was simply a mermaid from the golden-scaled fish tail. But most didn’t imagine mermaids with wings. Equally golden and folded neatly onto her back, the girl sported magnificent wings that almost glowed from how well they shone. She glared at the group with yellow eyes, perched haughtily upon her rock as her tail splashed the water around. And when she spoke, a familiar voice met Noctis’ ears.

“You must take me for a fool, don’t you?” she asked, her childlike voice boiling with anger under the surface.

“Not quite. If anything, we’re just desperate,” Noctis answered, cringing a bit when she narrowed her fiery gaze at him.

“Desperate? For what? Haven’t I given you enough?” she raged, her knuckles white as they clutched at a small golden object in her hands. It almost looked like…a lyre?

Seriously, what was she?

“Uh…not to seem ungrateful, but I didn’t really want to be turned into a merman,” Noctis answered. The creature’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Was I to let you drown then? Perhaps I should have. How rude of you to reject my gift!”

Noctis decided it would have been counterproductive to mention that she was the one who nearly drowned him in the first place.

“Sorry? I can’t stay like this forever, I have my own duty to get back to,” Noctis shrugged awkwardly.

“Ah, yes. The King of the Stone. Hmph! If anything, I was doing you a favor to keep you from that duty. But I suppose if you’re so upset at my gift, I’ll gladly take it back.”

Noctis’ eyes widened at the creature’s easy guess to his identity, but he wasn’t given a chance to question her when she began to glow and the same wisps of magic that had turned him into a merman surrounded him again, transforming him just as rapidly. Immediately, he felt the familiarity of his own body. The joy of having only lungs, and normal eyes, and normal teeth, and –thank the gods– legs! He stared down at his arms in wonder, glad to see nothing but smooth skin as opposed to the scales he had only recently started to grow accustomed to. And a little bit of a shame, if he was honest with himself. It was nice while it lasted. But in the end, it was high time he returned to himself. He looked up again at the creature, prepared to thank her for changing him back. She watched him steadily, unnervingly, as if she was once again judging him harshly and he wasn’t quite living up to her expectations. A product of his rejection of her “gift” perhaps?

Honestly, he wasn’t sure and he didn’t really care.

“Thanks, uh…?”

Her lips thinned in annoyance, but she answered him nonetheless. “You may call me Siren.”

“Thanks, Siren.”

“Do not thank me, mortal. You may hold the favor of the stars, but you’ve yet to impress me. Take your legs and leave my pool be.” And with that, Siren slipped back into the pool, leaving behind no trace that she’d even been there at all. It was…odd.

This entire situation was odd. But it was also over, and Noctis was happy with that.

He turned to Ignis, raising an eyebrow. “Ever heard of a Siren anywhere before?”

Ignis stared at the spot where Siren had sat contemplatively, likely turning her words over in his head. It took him a moment to answer, but eventually he did so as he walked over to pull Noctis out of the water.

“She seems to be a lesser astral, much like Carbuncle and the like. She’s a finicky creature, however, only ever spoken about in legend. There are different accounts on her; some say she’s a beautiful woman with large golden wings, some say she’s a mermaid with a golden tail, all tend to agree that she carries a lyre and has the singing voice of an angel. Beyond that? I couldn’t tell you anything you won’t have already realized from meeting her.”

“Sania said something about paying attention to mythology. You think this is what she meant?” Prompto asked. Ignis opened his mouth to answer but, as if on cue, Noctis’ phone started ringing. Eyebrow raised, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his cell, checking the screen and finding an unknown number displayed across it. Not that this was the first time he’d gotten a call from someone who knew his number without having asked him for it first. Far from it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s you boys! Right?”

Noctis found, to only his mild surprise, that the professor of science in question had indeed called him.

“Yeah, it’s us. What’s up?” he asked. The others watched him curiously, though no one interrupted.

“So I examined this scale of yours a little closer and I’ve found that it has trace amounts of energy from the meteor. Not something usually so widespread, probably introduced to the environment by something else…likely you boys, but I’d noted that some of the mutations I’ve found in the frogs showed the same signature.”

“Okay…?”

“Sorry to inform you, but… I think this had nothing to do with the fish. I’m not even sure there was a fish. You might have been hallucinating while the energy mutated you into a fish-hybrid. I’m sorry to say not even modern medicine will be able to save you from that. Looks like you’re stuck that way.”

Noctis wasn’t even sure there were words to describe the face he was making, but whatever it was seemed to amuse his friends as they started grinning and snickering while they watched him. He figured it’d be for the best just to not mention that they had indeed met a magical fish, and that it was Sania’s first prediction about mythology, and that he had not been mutated, and that he was no longer a fish because honestly he wasn’t in the mood for arguing about this.

“Okay,” he said instead. “Thanks Sania.”

“Hey, you sound like you’re taking it pretty well! That’s the spirit. Anyway, if you ever want to donate your body to science, just know that I’m always around. See you boys soon.”

And with that, Sania hung up on Noctis, allowing him to quickly stuff his phone back into his pocket. Sighing, he looked back up at the others. All of whom still looked pretty amused, he noticed.

“Well, speak of the devil huh?” Prompto grinned.

“Anything important she have to say?” Gladio asked.

Noctis shook his head. “Not really. Anyway, let’s just get out of here. I’m done with this place.”

“Highness, wait.”

“Iggy, c’mon, don’t tell me you actually want to spend more time here…”

“Certainly not. But I’m sure you don’t want to go walking around outside only half dressed,” Ignis sighed, waving a hand at Noctis’ newly returned legs. Noctis looked down only to realize that said newly returned legs didn’t also come with a pair of magically returned pants. Thus he was naked from the waist down.

And no one had said a damn thing.

“Aw man, I was hoping you wouldn’t say anything Iggy,” Prompto said, his grin widening before he inevitably burst into laughter.

“Yeah, shoulda let him figure it out for himself,” Gladio snorted before his own guffaws were let loose.

Ignis pulled off his jacket and tied it around Noctis’ waist, staying close to him as he turned around.

“Alright, alright,” Ignis said quietly, trying to calm the others down. Noctis stared holes into the back of his head, knowing full well that he was grinning too. What the hell was he even laughing at? He saw Noctis naked on a near daily basis. Guess it was funny all of a sudden when he was cluelessly walking around pantsless.

…Okay maybe it was a little funny when he thought about it.

“I’ll cover you from the front and we’ll get you a spare pair from the car. No one really drives around these parts too often, so we should be fine if we’re quick,” Ignis continued, turning his head to address Noctis directly.

“Got it, Specs, let’s just go. I just want to put this entire mess behind me.”

Both Ignis and Prompto opened their mouths and Noctis was quick to cut them off.

“If either of you makes an ass pun, I’m banishing you both from the kingdom.”

Here's the link:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12645036

Luna is not a glass doll and doesn't want to be treated like one. She convinces Nyx to stop going so easy on her when they have sex. He finally gives in and lavishes her in the sort of attention she craves: the not-so-gentle, really rough, really wild kind of attention. She loves every second of it.

Is ridiculously hot. Like, "people throw themselves at him in the streets" hot.

Viewpoint from the people pining after Noctis, maybe? It can be anyone. Even better if he's totally unaware of how attractive he is and either doesn't pick up on people flirting with him or ignores it because he thinks they want him for his position as king.

All my pluses if he's already married (again, can be anyone) and even his spouse is tripping over themselves at how hot Noctis looks in his suits.

OMG I'M CACKLING!!! Like I imagine him screaming Gimme Chocolate

yes +10000 Noct is so hot

"Noct, I'm starting to think you WANT to get caught!"

Basically: Noct and Prompto have sex in increasingly less private places, and Prompto eventually figures out that Noctis really gets off on the idea of someone (esp Iggy or Gladio) seeing them.

+someone getting a hand over their mouth to muffle the sound when they come
++eventually the other bros (lbr I mostly want it to be Iggy) DO catch them, and that's what pushes Noct over the edge into the best orgasm ever

Prompto Argentum parked his bicycle in the employees-only lot behind the Citadel, just on the edge of the financial district, and teased the flyaways out of his hair. It was a cold night in Insomnia, turning sewer grilles into fonts of steam and chilling his toes through his boots, but Prompto was only wearing his chocobo hoodie and ratty jeans, with a new black bag slung over his shoulder. He waved to the security guard at the door, who grunted and held up a small electronic pad.

Prompto pressed a finger to the screen and waited for the machine to beep. A string of words flashed around his thumb, and the guard grunted again.

"Good luck, kid," he said, and waved Prompto through the door and into a hallway strung with a curtain of fairy lights. Prompto tripped down it, searching each door as he passed before he found the one labeled "break room," and gently eased it open with an elbow.

Ignis Scientia, the assistant manager of the Citadel Club and sometime chef of the downstairs restaurant, looked up from where he was tying his knee-high boots and smiled.

"And here's our newest dancer," he said. The sequins on his costume sparkled purple and black in the fluorescent light. "Right on time."

-

The Citadel was one of the best high-end clubs outside of the red-light district, and Prompto knew from working the poles at the Chocofeathers and Honey Bee that most of the people they hired usually had degrees in dance, acting, or musical theater. It was the kind of place you put at the top of your resume, with better medical benefits than an office job and actual paid overtime. It definitely wasn't the place for an amateur who bussed tables when he wasn't spinning on a pole for three regulars who wouldn't look up from their phones. But Prompto's friend, Noct, was the son of the owner, and swore he'd put in a good word.

So here Prompto was, standing behind the curtain of the main catwalk, dressed to the nines in a feathery angel number that only just covered his stretch marks.

No sweat.

Ignis Scientia was in some sort of daemonic costume, leaning back in the arms of Gladiolus Amicitia, who was in what looked like the skimpiest suit of armor Noct had ever seen. Ignis flipped through his phone, using Gladio as a backrest, and didn't even give Prompto a second glance. Sure, Prompto hadn't really messed up during rehearsals, but wasn't Ignis nervous? What if Prompto slipped on the catwalk? What if he insulted one of their regulars? What if--

"Five seconds," Gladio said, and Ignis sighed, stuffing his phone down the front of his costume. The curtain opened, and Ignis' face transformed with a dazzling smile as he stamped his way down the catwalk in six inch heels.

Shit, Prompto thought, and he and two ballerinas from the best theater in the city came rushing forward, placing their hands directly over the hatches where their poles would rise from the catwalk. It was their job to give members of the crowd more of a personal touch, since Ignis was salaried and most of the industry still ran on tips. Prompto gave a quick glance to the people seated before him and tried not to flinch. All business-wear as far as the eye could see. He hooked his leg around the pole as it rose, letting his body spin partly upside-down, and just as he almost lost sight of the crowd entirely, the man closest to the catwalk winked.

He was an older man, with dark hair just on the verge of silver and a trim beard, and his suit was dark black with discreet gold trim. Something about his face seemed familiar, though in the blazing lights of the catwalk, Prompto couldn't really figure out why. He placed a hand under his chin and watched Prompto with interest as Ignis tore through his number (and most of Gladio's armor), and Prompto took his cue from that and maybe played up his moves. Just a little. It was his first real night, after all, and he wasn't about the go home without a tip.

The man didn't look at Ignis or Gladio once.

When the song switched, giving the signal for dancers to step off the stage if they wanted, Prompto fell from the pole in a controlled drop and landed in front of his chosen customer's seat. The man applauded briefly.

"That was very well done," he said.

"Thanks," Prompto said, with a wink. "I have a bad habit of falling for guys like you."

There was a short silence, and the man covered a smile with his hand. Prompto's cheeks colored--too cheesy, Prom, fuck's sake!--but then the man was digging into his jacket, pulling out a small stack of... Oh, gods. Those were hundreds.

"For the best terrible pick-up line in weeks," he said, and Prompto, deciding that he might as well go all the way, propped his foot up on the man's chair, giving him access to the strap of his costume. The man tucked the bills inside, never mind that it was policy for the dancers to do it themselves, and Prompto made to move his leg.

"I'd rather you stay," the man said. "It isn't every day that I meet your particular brand of fallen angel."

"Oh, man, now who's cheesy?" Prompto said, but he moved forward, bending his knee so he half straddled the man. He was good at lap-dances, at least. He could get a month's rent off a night of them without even paying attention, but with this guy, with his bright, attentive eyes and sly smile... Well. Maybe he could stand to get a little showy.

"Are you a professional dancer?" the man asked, as Prompto slowly moved to the music, careful not to let their bodies touch.

"Oh, totally," Prompto said. "If by professional you mean shitty, and by dancer you mean gyrates alone in his apartment to Babba."

The man laughed softly. It was a nice laugh, warm and rich, and Prompto smiled. He wanted to get him to do that again.

"I don't believe you'll find that music here," he said. "This club is woefully ignorant of the true classics."

"Well." Prompto barely brushed the front of the man's pants with his ass, and was pleased to find he could just feel the man's length beneath him, growing hard and thick. "I wasn't gonna say anything, but yeah, we could use some more class in this establishment." He risked grinding down, just once, and the man looked caught between surprise and delight.

"Of the sequins and bell-bottomed variety, I'm sure," he said. The man was wary not to touch Prompto, but he did slip another set of hundreds in the strap.

"Nah," Prompto said. He draped his arms around the man's neck. "Sequins we have. I'm thinking headbands and big hair."

"Please," the man said. "Those were dark ages, best not spoken of in jest."

"Sorry," Prompto said, lips close to the man's ear. "But you said you wanted a fallen angel. It's dark ages and go-go boots all the way, baby."

The man laughed again, and Prompto pulled back to watch, mesmerized by his easy smile.

"Oh, my dear," the man said. "I quite like you."

I'd love to see this. As someone who's recently made an effort to start eating healthier, I feel Prompto's pain. Healthier food puts the grocery budget absolutely through the roof.

Inspired by Episode Ignis trailer and Ardyn's quote in Chapter 13 "So you are the Chosen King...but you are a second choice, at best". The most common interpretation of this line is that Ardyn was talking about himself as first Chosen King, but Bahamut later said Ardyn was rejected by Crystal.

So what if Ignis was the first choice? What if Crystal chose 2 Kings - one is King of Light, born to die, the other King of Insomnia, born to rule? No one knows except Regis, who actually prepared Ignis for this role, while Noctis was sacrifical lamb all this time.

They would probably have lots of fun with a double-headed dildo, too.

Anyway, thirded!

I want to see this too. I'm on both sides: poor but trying to eat healthy and picky eater, so I wonder how both perspectives will be handled. I know how hard it is to stick to a budget and still eat healthy so I feel Prompto's pain and can understand how offended he feels at food being wasted. On the other hand if I don't want to eat something, I'm not going to eat it and no amount of coaxing will convince me otherwise. I hope this is filled so we can see this sort of dynamic.

This fill is smol and perfect - just like Noctis.

Haha, omg! Please!! Seconded!

It's sounds great! I just can't decide which cliche should backfire on Ardyn :D

ok who remembers this 90s anime? even if you don't:

the bros are a team of assassins who only kill bad people. their cover is working in a flower shop. they're so hot that gaggles of girls come to the shop to drool over them. at night they go on secret assassin missions!!

(Prompto is Omi, Gladio is Ken, Ignis is Youji, and Noct is Aya??? it's not a good analogy but.)

This is probably terrible, I'm sorry. I hope someone else fills this too...

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It hadn’t really ticked any boxes the first time Noctis and Prompto had tumbled into a semi-public area with their faces glued together and their clothes half peeled off. Prompto hadn’t really been paying attention and Noct had been doing that thing with his tongue –that awesome thing that Prompto still couldn’t figure out ‘cause it turned his brain to mush– so no one’s mind was really on where they were. At least, Prompto could definitely speak for himself there. The back of his mind told him ‘motel parking lot in Longwythe', more specifically 'inside the car in said parking lot'. The front of his mind didn’t have shit to say; he wasn’t thinking with the front of his mind. All the blood had rushed elsewhere. Besides, the back of his mind had reasoned, it was dark out and they were in the Regalia. Who was going to say anything? And with that thought, Prompto silenced the back of his mind and pulled his royal boyfriend’s dick out of his pants.

The second time hadn’t ticked any boxes either. It was broad daylight, sure, and the hotel door was unlocked but Prompto doubted Iggy and Gladio were coming back any time soon, and yeah maybe the curtains were wide open but Prompto stopped paying that any attention the moment Noct had freckled thighs hitched over his shoulders. Sure the bed was bumping really hard into the wall and both of them were being particularly loud, but Prompto was too much of a mess to comment. And then Noct did that thing with his hips –that awesome thing that made Prompto’s eyes roll back– and all thoughts of being walked in on were kicked out into the backyard like a bad puppy that wet the carpet. Weird analogy, yes, but Prompto didn’t care. He’d gripped the sheets with one hand and pawed at Noctis' skin with the other, and simply held on for the ride. He might have felt slightly bad about all the noise they made afterward when their neighbors knocked on the wall and screamed at them to give it a rest though.

The third time was when the dots started to connect. They'd once again found themselves in the Regalia, waiting for Ignis and Gladio to finish buying supplies at the mart. Prompto had his camera out, taking pictures of the Cleigne scenery while adjusting his lens every few seconds and switching filters around. It was bright and sunny and that was perfect for the crisp photos Prompto expected to produce. Apparently this was boring to Noctis, Mr. Sit in front of a pond for hours with a fishing rod, who'd somehow managed to cajole him into canoodling instead. Okay, not that Prompto was really opposed, after all no one was really looking at them. But then Prompto had pulled the prince's hardening length out of his pants and into his mouth, and almost immediately pulled off at the sound Noctis had made. It was a nice sound, really, Prompto loved his sounds. But he wasn’t sure literally everyone else in the area wanted to hear it. There'd been a slight popping sound when Noct's flushed head slipped out from between Prompto’s lips, the sort of sound no one really heard but it sounded louder because one was suddenly aware of their surroundings, and he'd cringed a bit as he looked around to see if anyone was watching them. Noctis complained about him stopping and reassured him that no one was there, which was clearly believable from a guy whose eyes were closed, and Prompto was calmed a bit into continuing. He could admit to himself that there was a bit of a rush that ran through him at the idea of being caught…but then Noctis started making those sounds again and it suddenly occurred to him that this beautiful dork might actually have wanted to be seen. It didn’t make Prompto uncomfortable per say, but it was a strange idea to get used to. And he’d certainly never heard Noct mention any sort of exhibitionist kinks, so he still wasn’t entirely sure where they were with that. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing? A cry for attention? A sudden loss of the ability to care that they were in public? A temporary expression of freedom now that they were beyond the walls of Insomnia? Something that wasn’t notable at least. A one and done deal of ‘hey I'll suck you off in public' and that would be the end of it.

Well no. By the fourth time, Prompto had realized they'd gone full on exhibitionism. What was the harm in getting a little frisky, he'd thought. Once again, Ignis and Gladio were off doing whatever…huh. They really spent a lot of time away from the group. Well anyway, they were off prancing around in the fields like merry men or something, and Prompto wanted some intimacy with his boyfriend as much as the next guy. Or maybe not as much as the next guy, because the next guy was Noct and, quite frankly, he had a different idea of frisky than Prompto did. A little fooling around in the tent was all the blond had in mind. Something quick that would get them both off before the others came back. What he had not planned was laying on his back in the open air, tent sitting sadly in the background, while Noctis rode him into oblivion. He was doing that other thing with his hips –yes that other thing; oh fuck yes– and it had nearly driven all conscious thought from his mind. Nearly, because Prompto still had enough presence to place a hand over Noct’s mouth. They were in the woods and his voice had been echoing and as hot as it was, Prompto wasn’t trying to call the attention of some random hikers. Noctis had the gall to lick his hand of all things, and this was ridiculous because that wasn’t going to get Prompto to pull his hand away, and eventually he gave up and just let Prompto keep it there. If he really wanted to push it away, he would have. Though Prompto figured it was kind of unnecessary at this point as they both sounded like a couple of rutting animals at this point.

It was a little hard (ha! bad puns) for Prompto to focus any attention on their surroundings, however. Slowly, he’d lost focus on keeping quiet and had put more of it into thrusting up into Noctis' heat, gripping at his hips with the hand that wasn’t covering his mouth and leaving red marks from where his nails scraped skin. He’d bitten his lip before hopes of not calling out, and now his bottom lip slipped out from under his teeth as he gasped in tandem with Noct’s every movement. There was a current of sound thrumming in his ears as the rest of the world started to fade away. It didn’t matter where they were now. Hell, they could’ve been at the bottom of the ocean for all Prompto knew, and he wouldn’t he cared because everything was amazing right now.

“…eally? You both couldn’t have…n the tent…didn’t need to see…”

Okay things weren’t completely amazing anymore. Well…they kinda were and they kinda weren’t? Like, Prompto had been in bliss and that wasn’t gonna stop just because he heard Ignis' voice, but then yeah he heard Ignis' voice and it kinda…surprised him into nutting his brains out? Or Noct’s brains, he guessed. Or maybe it was getting caught by Ignis that set Noct off, considering his newly discovered exhibitionist streak, because once he realized they’d been seen, it was straight up Cum City. It hit Prompto in the face. He almost felt jealous that Ignis was the one that got Noctis to orgasm so hard, but then he remembered Ignis wasn’t the one balls deep inside the prince of Lucis. No, he was standing off to the side of the haven, recently returned from his frolicking, giving the mother of disapproving looks to the two twenty year olds laid out on the runes getting, well, laid. Prompto stared owlishly at the advisor, slowly puling his drool-covered hand from Noctis' mouth and mentally preparing himself for Lecture #625: don’t fuck the prince in public. Also Lecture #2: use condoms, which Prompto and Noctis had forgone in their haste to frickle frackle in the woods. Noctis didn’t seem all that concerned about it. He’d sat up straight with his trademark doesn’t-give-a-care look, despite the fact that he was sweaty and naked and splattered in his own cum whilst sitting atop his decidedly not-immune-to-Ignis'-daggers boyfriend who was also covered in cum and thus he should totally care, and nonchalantly wiped the spittle off of his chin. Prompto looked between him and Ignis and waited silently for someone to explode, praying to the six that no one would notice him in the midst of it.

“Sorry, Specs,” Noctis finally said, shrugging.

He definitely wasn’t sorry. Prompto was sorry. Noctis was just satisfied.

All my FUCK YESES

Luna ends up going with Regis & Noctis and Luna end up growing up together. As they become adults, they realize they don't love each other romantically, but like siblings.

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Prompt Post Round Five

Noctis/any bro(s), Noct finds lookalike porn of himself

Smol Fill: Gladio/Noctis, reverse size kink

Noct/any -- haunted house

Prompto is actually really offended by Noct’s picky eating

5 Dumb Fanfic Cliches That Happened Because of Ardyn and 1 That Happened to Him

Fill 7A/7: Noctis/Any, Noctis gets turned into a merman

Fill 7B/7: Noctis/Any, Noctis gets turned into a merman

Posting to AO3

Luna/Nyx, really rough sex

Older Noctis in a suit

Re: Prompto/Any Chocobro or Gen, Prompto listens to Babymetal

Re: Older Noctis in a suit

Prompto/Noctis, exhibitionism

Fill 1/? Re: Regis/Prompto, strip club/brothel au

Re: Prompto is actually really offended by Noct’s picky eating

Ignis/Noctis or Gen - Ignis was Chosen King all along

Re: noct/ignis, they're both bottoms

Re: Prompto is actually really offended by Noct’s picky eating

Re: Smol Fill: Gladio/Noctis, reverse size kink

Re: 5 Dumb Fanfic Cliches That Happened Because of Ardyn and 1 That Happened to Him

Re: 5 Dumb Fanfic Cliches That Happened Because of Ardyn and 1 That Happened to Him

gen or any, Weiss Kreuz AU

Minifill: Prompto/Noctis, exhibitionism

Re: Gladio/Ignis(/Noctis), Gladio and Ignis fuck bc they can't have Noct

Noctis + Luna, siblings love