Prompt Post Round Five

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Comments

Noctis/OC, non-con groping

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis falling asleep in public and being woken by a stranger groping him.

Ignis/Noctis, Lactation

[(Anonymous)]

Insatiably aroused Noctis comes of age and Ignis begins to lactate.

++++dubcon lite
+++++++++++++++mommy kink

FILL: Ignis/Noctis, Lactation 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis had anticipated it, of course. In preparation for his own role within the Line, he had done extensive reading into the histories of past Lucian Kings and their Crownsguards. He was intimately aware of the notoriously… distracting arousal that plagued Lucian men and the inevitable role many members of the Royal Guard would come to fill.

He had been watching Noctis carefully for years, looking for the signs, but puberty came slow to the Prince and he still slept with open doors while Ignis was around, very rarely sequestering himself away for more private activities.

By the time Noctis was a senior in high school, the signs of his exhausting Lucian insatiability had yet to appear and Ignis was actually starting to become concerned (inaccurate… disappointed, if he’s honest). In a moment of weakness, Ignis had let slip to Gladiolus that he was surprised Noctis wasn’t further distracted by it and Gladio told him sheepishly that he’s been indulging Noctis after practice for years.

“Last few weeks,” Gladio noted aloud, “Been wanting it more and more, gotta make him cum when he gets there and before he leaves or he’s useless for practice.”

Gladio’s cheeks were pink but he didn’t look away when Ignis met his amber eyes. It was Ignis that has to break away from the searching gaze.

“An escalation, perhaps,” Ignis said softly, trying to cast the hope from his voice.

He tried not to let the information hurt. Gladio and Noctis have had physical relationship for years, it only made sense Noctis turned to him first at the dawn of his awakening.

Despite knowing the his tendency for indifference, it would surprise Ignis if Noctis truly weren’t privy to his feelings. Ignis was at his apartment twice as often as he is scheduled to, tidying his space and filling his fridge with food the rather particular prince enjoys, doing everything in his power to make sure Noctis is comfortable, and happy, and cared for. Since early teenhood, Ignis had been scrambling to fill the role absent parents had left behind in Noctis’ life. Noctis must know that love is the driving force beneath it.

And yet, in the rare moments Noctis’ blues eyes would land on him, Ignis always felt like he was being looked past, rather than seen through.

It was a few weeks after the conversation with Gladio that Ignis had showed up to the Prince’s apartment on a Monday morning to make him breakfast and drive him to school and he was greeting by a closed door where he is usually able to look right through to the sleeping heap of Noctis in his bed.

He slowed his soft steps as he passed Noctis’ bedroom door. He thought he could perhaps hear the rustle of breath or a mattress spring, but he couldn’t be certain.

Ignis did the dishes and started breakfast. Noctis did not emerge from his bedroom, though he must have been able to hear the sound of Ignis working. He eyed the clock. Maybe his alarm didn’t go off. Ignis wondered if he should try to wake him.

Fifteen minutes later, Ignis did try to wake him. He took the food off the heat and approached Noctis’ bedroom door. There was no response when he rapped softly, but he heard Noctis gasp through the wall.

“Noct?”

Ignis leaned close to the door, listening intently. He thought he could hear Noctis moving or breathing.

“Are you alright? You’re going to be late for school.”

Another gasp.

“I-- can’t!”

The sound of his voice, broken across his need went straight to Ignis’ stomach and made his cheeks burn. Without thought, he threw the door open.

Noctis was sitting up on the edge of his bed, in a sweat drenched t-shirt and his cock pulled through his boxers. He pumped himself furiously. His hand stuttered only briefly upon Ignis’ entrance and Ignis caught a just a glimpse of his face, red and wet and furrowed through the brow before Noctis faced away from him again.

“Let me help you,” Ignis said from the doorway.

Noctis did not answer him, but he did not resist Ignis’ approach. Noctis watched Ignis as he did, his mouth hanging slack. The bed dipped beneath his movements, and as Ignis got closer he could see the straining muscles in his neck, the tension in his wrist as he jerked himself, the raw pink skin of his cock.

When Ignis stopped before him, Noctis’ eyes cut back to his own lap and he groaned, switching the hand he was using to stroke himself.

“Can’t stop,” he said. “Not enough.”

“I want to take care of you,” Ignis told him, his eyes raking over the image of Noctis aroused and distressed on the bed. Ignis had to consciously control the rhythm of his breathing.

Noctis groaned again, his thighs spreading slightly as he lifts his hips off the bed, fucking himself through his own clenched fist and what little composure Ignis had managed dissolved.

He fells to his knees in front of him, laying his hands over his bare thighs. Noctis bit back a sound like a whine in his throat and Ignis could feel him trembling beneath his palms.

“Please,” he begged his Prince. “Allow me…”

Ignis reached forward and replaced Noctis’ hand with his own and Noctis only let go of himself when Ignis was there to receive him. He let out a choked sigh at the sensation of Ignis’ hand on him and Ignis could not tell if it is a sound of pleasure or pain.

Ignis replaced his hand with his mouth and Noctis immediately drove up into him. Ignis’ eyes welled up, though he wasn’t sure if it was the unfamiliar sensation of a cock sliding across his tongue or the ragged sound of Noctis’ moaning that made him feel like crying.

Noctis came two more times for him that morning and Ignis managed to get him to school only thirty minutes after the start of homeroom.

However the sight of him in the passenger seat had been too much for Ignis: well-fed and sharply dressed in his school uniform, looking peaceful and satiated where he rests against the car door, his cobalt eyes studying him while Ignis was forced to study the road.

As soon as Noctis was out of the car Ignis parked the car in a garage around the corner and finished himself behind tinted windows, rubbing his chest through his shirt, stunned by the feeling of his heart knocking back against his hand.

That night Ignis lay in his bed unable to push Noctis from his mind, the prince curled up in his thoughts and he sways between the selfish indulgence of illicit replays and the honorable satisfaction of serving His Highness. His dick stiffened, his body ached.

Tuesday morning, Ignis arrived at Noct’s apartment and the Prince was still in bed but his door was open. He sat up when he heard Ignis come in and they looked at each other through the doorframe. Noctis’ hair was sleep-mussed and his eyes were thin slits as he studied his advisor. He must had just awoken. Ignis found himself stunned at the sight of his person after an evening entertaining the fantasy of him.

He watched Noctis yawns, stretching his arms over his head, peering at Ignis through one cracked eye as he sing-songs. And then still looking back at him, Noctis let a hand fall to his lap and began to palm himself through his boxers. In an instant, Ignis dropped his bag in the hallway just outside of Noctis’ door and went to him.

Ignis knew that he worked for Noctis. Ignis knew that cooking and laundry and tutoring and taxiing were all work. But it’s never really felt like work, because the process of caretaking for Noctis had always been more fulfilling than it was exhausting.

Ignis had always known this would be the final piece.

He sat down on the bed beside Noctis and the Prince says, “Hey.”

His voice was gravelly from sleep and when Ignis reached his hand inside of his shorts, he found his body still warm beneath the covers, his skin smooth and soft, his cock hard.

“Good morning, Your Highness.”

The next two days, Ignis rose Noctis in the mornings with his hand or his mouth and he could barely get the Prince to school each day before he had to stop the car and relieve himself of his own suddenly crippling arousal. He noted with amusement that the Prince’s condition is not known to be contagious, but it certainly felt that way.

As his role in Lucis changed, his body seemed to be changing in kind. It had never been so easy to bring himself ashore before, nor has he found himself wanting and pinned in his slacks this often. He was seemingly aroused by the most basic of tasks. If the errand was tangibly tied to Noctis, he would find himself distracted by the memories of their mornings. Already burnt into his mind were the soft and quietly desperate noises Noctis makes when he’s close and the feeling of his fingers trailing down Ignis’ hollowed cheeks the first time Noctis had reached out and touched him back.

Ignis loves him. Has always loved him. From the moment he met Noctis as a four-year-old. Only six himself, Ignis remembers clearly the moment they stood before each other and he stared at the beautiful boy, a soft face and wide open eyes, wholly understanding that his entire life was to be dedicated to ensuring his success. Noctis had teetered forward and hugged him that day, saying simply,

“Hello.”

For the next four years, they had been nearly inseparable, spending afternoons in the same Citadel daycare and Ignis would follow behind Noctis on his grand imaginary adventures, slaying beasts and rescuing those in need. Ignis would tell well-timed jokes and the sound of Noctis’ contagious laughter would ring across the room. Even then, Noctis made Ignis feel smart and funny and he will forever treasure the memories of Noctis’ tiny hand wrapped around his, yanking him around the playroom at his littlest whim.

When Noctis was injured, the news found Ignis back in Insomnia and pain filled his chest like he was being smothered and his Uncle has chastised him, disappointed in his behavior, in the way Ignis had run to him feeling helpless with sobs escaping him.

“Prince Noctis is recovering,” he had said. “He will return to the Crown City soon. In the meantime, you can work to better yourself so you may better serve him.”

Ignis had done exactly that. He began studying the history of Lucis, the power of the Crystal, the ancient prophecies that he was suddenly told belonged to his Prince specifically. Fascination gave way to fear, and in his absence, Ignis pledged himself more fervently to the service of the Chosen King he would one day belong to.

Noctis did eventually return to him, several weeks later, but the Prince was never the same. His energy was low, tragedy robbed him of his playfulness. His once wide and wondrous eyes cut low and avoid contact. He slept, and Ignis worried. He did what he could for Noctis in the following years, and their relationship retreated further from friendship as Ignis learned to cook and drive, and then further as Noctis’ mood became depressive and unpredictable in his adolescence. Education and duty had driven a wedge between them, and the two slipped into a less affectionless, business-like relationship.

It hurt, but this was his duty, and he would endure.

Then one day, in his studies, he learned the truth about the future that awaited him with his Prince, and Ignis had become consumed, obsessed with the idea that their close relationship would be returned to him. If not as a friend, as something more. He longed to see those bright blue eyes wide and locked on his once more.

It was going to be better than before.

And he was patient while Noctis took his time.

But now, here, at the dawning of Noctis’ desire, he felt frantic. Ignis found himself aching to be everything he needs, and he felt it everywhere, in the way his stomach tightened at the sight of Noctis’ arousal and the way his cock throbbed with neglect in his still zipped trousers whenever he got him off. Every time Noctis groaned, Ignis felt his devotion to his Prince in his chest, tender and tight when he breathed.


It takes Noctis anywhere between two and four releases before he is capable of getting out of bed and get ready for school. With every climax he brought Noctis to, the Prince grew softer in his hands, beneath his touch. His sounds turned keening, his breath shallow as he approached complete satisfaction.

On Friday, Noctis finished on number four and looked down at Ignis, his eyes wide as he took in the look of his advisor, chin and cheeks wet, lips swollen in his lap. Their eyes locked and Noctis let him hold him there for a while, a gift in itself.

“Iggy…” he sighed.

The feeling of pure adoration that washed over him threatened to make him cry and Ignis, for once, is the one who had to look away.

He held his composure and cleaned himself up in the bathroom. He made Noctis breakfast while the Prince showered and only he after he has dropped the Prince off for school did Ignis allow himself to address his own desperate need.

He came on the steering wheel and while he cleaned up with the wet wipes he's gotten accustomed to carrying, he fretted the coming weekend and his two scheduled mornings off, suddenly afraid that come Monday morning, Noctis might not need him any more.

All day he trudged through his task list, followed by the fear that his growing happiness may turn to dust in his hands.

Ignis eyed the clock, shamefully indulging in the jealous curiosity of how he and Gladio may be spending their time at practice.

It was only twenty minutes after practice ends that Ignis’ phone sounded.

Come make me breakfast tomorrow

Ignis stared down at his phone, rendered completely useless by the three rotating dots at the bottom of the screen.

Gonna need you

Ignis wanted sleep away the hours so badly that it evaded him entirely. The night crawled by and he lay in bed sweating, trying to slow his racing heart. The longer he lay awake, the more feverish he begins to feel, and Ignis has to shed his cotton shirt, the material too sharp against his overly-sensitive skin. His heart thunks, and the longer it pounds in his chest, the more uncomfortable it begins to feel. Another hour passes and Ignis would actually use the word pain over discomfort.

And all the while he endures he thinks of Noctis, somehow distantly aware that his pain is related to his Prince, his pledge, his passion, and so it doesn’t matter…

He aches until sunrise.

Not a wink of sleep and three cups of ebony later, Ignis drives to Noctis’ apartment. He cannot buckle the seatbelt over his tender chest-- was barely able to cup himself in his hand when he had showered earlier, the flesh feeling concerningly warm and…, though he thinks he may be crazy, swollen beneath his palms.

Perhaps a trip to the doctor is in order, but first, he must tend to his Prince.

Noctis is still asleep when Ignis steps inside, his bedroom door open. It is the weekend, and he will probably want to sleep in, so Ignis pulls his door shut so he may prepare breakfast without disturbing him.

Ignis starts a pot of coffee and pulls a loaf of bread from the cupboard. He whisks the eggs and slices the fruit and all the while the pressure in his chest grows. Just the motion of stirring makes his chest hurt and despite the heat of the range, Ignis breaks into a cold sweat. A spike of pain shoots across his chest and Ignis finally has to drop what he’s doing to lean forward on the counter in pain.

Carefully, he brings a hand to lay over one of his breasts and he can feel the gentle, painful throb against his palm. Curiously, Ignis applies pressure and he gasps in shock when wetness blooms across his shirt, darkening the fabric and moistening his fingers where he touches himself.

He stares down at himself in horror, but he presses again, the leaking of fluid relieving just the slightest bit of pressure, the right side of his shirt growing wet and heavy as he desperately seeks the minute relief.

“Ignis?”

Ignis inhales sharply, turning to see Noct over his shoulder, not having heard him leave his room.

trans!Prompto/Noct - Prompto has no intention of becoming a baby incubator

[(Anonymous)]

Because he is a man and just because he hasn't had bottom surgery (yet. He's still debating the merits of that), it doesn't mean he wants to put himself through the body horror of pregnancy either. He has enough issues with gender dysphoria as it is without having to go off T in order to have a baby growing inside of him. He is not a woman "pretending" to be a man, the way some people seem to think of him.

Clarus/Regis, Aulea/NAME THAT MOM, Orgy time

[(Anonymous)]

Clarus and his wife (who needs a name, someone please name her) have both admitted their mutual attraction for Regis and Queen Aulea respectively. They understand this. They're fine with this. But Aulea and She Who Must Be Named have decided that Clarus and Regis have been dancing around their love for each other for too long.

So they invite Regis and Clarus over for tea one afternoon.

Regis and Clarus arrive to find Aulea and ?????? making out in one of their fancy drawing room chairs. They invite the men to join them.


Bonuses:
+ Everyone gangs up on Clarus and he loves it
++++ Lots of endearments and hand-holding
++++++++++++ Somewhere in there is the moment in which Gladio is conceived and HE WILL NEVER KNOW

Re: Clarus/Regis, Aulea/NAME THAT MOM, Orgy time

[(Anonymous)]

My vote is on Lily!

Also, seconded.

Gladnis + Ignis gets punced in/slapped across the face

[(Anonymous)]

Dunno the situation, but say someone just straight up punches or slaps Ignis in the face.

Could be during a council meeting and one of the members is getting angry and Ignis tries to calm everything down and he ends up slapped or punched in the face ao hard he's down on the ground and everyone is like "That behaviir is not tolerated here wtf is wrong with you"

(Maybe a little Gladnis cuz I like Gladnis too)

Any/Any, Aulea was displaced in time

[(Anonymous)]

Instead of dying, Aulea was accidentally sent forward in time.
Into the World of Ruin.
She shows up at around age 30 or so only a few years into the WOR, wondering where her son and her husband have gone. The chocobros find her, and help her get used to the WOR and the fate that awaits her son.

BONUSES
+ She loses it when she sees Cor ("How did you get older than me?!?") and goes RIGHT back into the older sister mode she's used to with him, and it helps them both cope
+++++++ Gladio is the first to discover her.
++++++++++++++ She gets to see Noctis before he leaves to fight Ardyn (OR alternatively she beats the shit out of Ardyn somehow and Noct can live ;_; I'll cry no matter what, so...) and tells him how proud she is of him.

Any/Prompto or OT4: Wrecked

[(Anonymous)]

A simple girl with simple needs

I just want our dear blonde boy to get fucked until he's literally incoherent. I want him begging for more and just a cockslut

+Edging/denial

+Overstimulation

+++So much rough fucking

++++DP of OT4

Re: Any/Prompto or OT4: Wrecked

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, I need this! Please someone!

Noctis/Luna/Ignis, Double Marriage AU or Canon Divergence

[(Anonymous)]

Noct loves both of them and gives no fucks what anyone thinks so he marries them both. (He does care what Luna and Iggy think though and they both want this as well)

Can either be an AU without the Niflheim invasion or Canon Divergence where both Noctis and Luna live. This anon does not mind if Luna and Iggy are also romantic with each other or just friends that love the same person.

Bunch of pluses for a double honeymoon as well.

Noctis/Prompto, they're both bottoms, double-ended dildos

[(Anonymous)]

Noct and Prompto finally get together, and are in the middle of getting hot and heavy, each trying to get the other to just fuck him already and wondering what's wrong before realizing that they've both assumed that they're going to bottom and the other will top and neither of them actually wants to do that.

Which of course is fine and all, there's lots to do other than anal (including the glories of 69ing and mutual fingerbanging), and they have a lot of fun doing said things to each other (all the time, in inappropriate places like the back of the Regalia) but at the same time, boy do they both miss getting pounded in the ass.

Then the true dilemma of their lifetime is solved when while picking out regular dildos to play with, one of them learns that double-ended ones are a thing and they all live happily ever after


+ Playing Goldilocks with rubber dongs. Prompto wants too big, Noct wants too small (or relatively anyway, Noct just thinks Prompto's a huge size queen) and ones that are textured and vibrate etc, eventually they come across the one that's 'just right'

++ Or Ignis being the one who solves this "problem" by informing that double ended dildos are a thing after one of them lets it slip while venting, and privately judging them because what the hell just suck it up and take turns and whoever tops can wear a plug you selfish dicks that's what Gladio and I do

+++ Or ignore this flimsy setup and just write them sharing a double ended fake dick, I am not picky about this

Re: Noctis/Prompto, they're both bottoms, double-ended dildos

[(Anonymous)]

I can't stop giggling at that second bonus. I hope this gets filled.

Cor/Any - First time, aged 25

[(Anonymous)]

Cor's teenage years were far from average; becoming a Crownsguard at 13, being appointed a royal bodyguard, journeying with Regis and the others and fighting Gilgamesh at 15...he didn't have much time for the usual teenage hormonal distractions.

As a result, he's still a virgin at 25. Things are progressing slowly with his first partner (Clarus? Regis?) but they're almost ready to go to the next level.

Cor's ashamed to admit that this seems a bit more frightening than Gilgamesh, but his partner is super gentle and supportive, making sure his first time is enjoyable.

Re: Cor/Any - First time, aged 25

[(Anonymous)]

Dear anon, are you sure that you can't see inside my brain?

Seconded faster than an Intercity train. + 100

Gen or Noct/Prom - Sharing A Haven

[(Anonymous)]

The guys can't be the only people using those havens whilst out fighting the good fight. I'd like to see a scenario where the bros are setting up camp when another group of people drop in with the same idea. Maybe they're hunters, or a bunch of young adults out camping? And one of them takes a liking to Prompto, but he's completely oblivious.

+ Prom doesn't notice the flirting because he's busy cleaning his guns/machinery
++ If you go the Noct/Prom route, Noct is a little jealous but doesn't mention it because he trusts Prom completely
+++ Gladio quietly teasing the hell out of Noct because "sunshine boy has an admirer, whataya gonna do about it prince charmless?"
++++ All the compliments for Iggy's cooking!

Re: Gen or Noct/Prom - Sharing A Haven

[(Anonymous)]

Hell yeah for this one :)

Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio grows up with Cor around as part of the family, who always shows up at holiday and family dinners and spends a lot of time at the Amicitia household. And because everyone keeps calling Cor "Marshal", little Gladio thinks that Marshal is Cor's proper first name. Which is why Gladio insists on calling him that. Even after everyone (Cor included) tries to convince him that Cor's name is Cor after all.
After several attempts to cajole Gladio into dropping this habit, Cor reciprocates by calling Gladio "Kid" which angers little Gladio to no end, because really, that's not his name, right?

Bonus if they keep it up through the years and it becomes an act of fondness.

... Because there is not enough fluff in this world.

Re: Gen, fluff, kid!Gladio/Cor + "You do realize that's not my real name?"

[(Anonymous)]

take all my fluff +1000

Prompto/Nyx, meeting at the Citadel

[(Anonymous)]

Nyx is on punishment duty patrolling the Citadel when he runs into this blond kid with a visitor pass who's supposed to be meeting somebody, like, halfway across the compound. Nyx shows him the way and that should be the end of that, except he keeps getting punishment duty and Prompto keeps getting lost and long story short this is how Nyx accidentally the crown prince's best friend.

Gen or Any/Gladio "Dat Ass"

[(Anonymous)]

Gladiolus Amicitia has a nice ass, and everyone can't help admire it. Bumping into walls while watching him walk away or getting unintentional 'problems' eyeing him working out in form fitting shorts. But then a large money bet begins to circulate when it is found out no one has ever touched it or knows how it feels, so whoever can keep their hand on his derriere the longest without being struck or removed wins.

+Despite all the attention and fawning, Gladio is very self-conscious of his bubble-butt due to being picked on as a child.

Re: Gen or Any/Gladio "Dat Ass"

[(Anonymous)]

I'm crying at bubble-butt +100000

Gen, tragedy, Ardyn's kid is the Usurper

[(Anonymous)]

OK, so fanon seems to be that the one who threw Ardyn of the throne was his brother, but the devs say Noctis a direct descendent of Ardyn, so what if Ardyn's kid grew tired of waiting for their old man to grow old and die already so they can inherit the throne and decide to take matters into their own hands?

+Ardyn left to heal the Scrourge when they were a baby and didn't return until they were an adult and acting as regent, so to them, he's usurper who wandering back into their life and stole away the kingdom they'd been been ruling just fine without you, Glorified Sperm Donor, kthxbai.
++++The Crystal did chose them as heir, there was a big cermony and everything, but Daddy dearest was on the other side of the world playing Healer so he never heard about it.
+++++++A lot of the King's people, protecting by the Scourge by the Crystal, see their King's on his Astral-given quest as de-facto abdictation and are putting pressure on his kid to rule as full king, not just a regent.

(Because lets face it while Ardyn did get raw deal, he's not exactly to most reliable narrator. Also I like classic tragedy tropes. ;p)

Re: Gen, tragedy, Ardyn's kid is the Usurper

[(Anonymous)]

💔 poor Ardyn

+1000

Brotherhhood era, Noct's personal info gets leaked, Prompto gets blamed

[(Anonymous)]

Any combinations of address, electronic apartment passcode, credit card number, phone number, personal email, email and social media passwords, any other personal information of Noct's gets leaked to the Eos equivalent of wiki leaks. Prompto, the kid that just popped into the Prince's life not even a year ago, is the first and most obvious suspect. Except for the fact that he's completely innocent. Anons choice how his innocence is discovered and weather or not Noctis ever thinks it was Prompto. Bonus points if the leak was caused by something irresponsible that Noctis himself did.

Re: Brotherhhood era, Noct's personal info gets leaked, Prompto gets blamed

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see this!

Prompto's parents were undercover crownsguard; job turned to love

[(Anonymous)]

It started out as just part of their duty: keep an eye on the infant from Gralea. As they lived together and took care of Prompto, they fell in love with each other and the boy they now considered their son. So they got married and adopted him. When they caught wind that the treaty with the Empire might not go as planned, they begged Cor to convince Regis to let Prompto go on the road trip so the Empire wouldn't get their hands on him. Bonus points if Prompto learns all this from Cor at some point.

Re: Prompto's parents were undercover crownsguard; job turned to love

[(Anonymous)]

+1000

Gahhhhh. What an amazing prompt.

gen chocobros, ridiculous sickfic

[(Anonymous)]

One morning, they all come down sick. They all, independently, decide that they're going to hide it from everyone else. Gladio is embarrassed by the failure of his immune system. Ignis knows these idiots can't manage without him. Prompto's terrified he's going to be left behind if he's weak. And Noctis is so emotionally exhausted that it feels like it would be more work to put up with people worrying about him than to just work on through it.

So now we have four wobbly, feverish bros who are too out of it to notice that everyone else is out of it, trying to get through an ordinary day, until one of them Just Can't anymore and collapses. This cascades into everyone admitting they feel like shit, cue laugh track.

+the one that collapses is Gladio
++even after all this mess someone still has to convince Ignis that no, he should also be in bed, for fuck's sake it's not like his fever's any lower than anyone else
+++relieved crying when everything comes out, probably from Prompto

Re: gen chocobros, ridiculous sickfic

[(Anonymous)]

Yes these dumbs they would do this bless them

Gladio & Ignis HATED each other as kids

[(Anonymous)]

Little Ignis and little Gladio get introduced to each other as kids and they do not get along. At all.

Ignis in particular is miffed at having to "share" Noctis with another child, because it's just been him and Noctis since he came to the Citadel to start his position as an advisor-in-training and he doesn't like the sudden divide in Noct's attention.

Re: Gladio & Ignis HATED each other as kids

[(Anonymous)]

+1000

this could be entertaining

Ardyn travels with a little girl

[(Anonymous)]

Ardyn's not traveling alone during the game, he always has a little girl no more than a yard away. She's not his daughter, but he took her in as an orphan when she was little. The girl is no older than 12 but no younger than 8. She idolizes Ardyn, not fully realizing who he is or what he's up too.

The next point are just ideas if you decide to take the story this far, I'll be perfectly happy with a fluffy little oneshot. But anyway:
+He genuinely loves her and is protective of her bc she is the only piece of humanity he has left
++She calls him Papa
+++She slowly starts to realize her Papa is doing bad things
++++She takes pity on Prompto during Ch13 and sneaks him food and water
+++++She begs Noctis not to kill her Papa because even though he's done a lot of bad things she loves him

Re: Ardyn travels with a little girl

[(Anonymous)]

On this like flies on trash. Are you okay with a sorta mushy, 'her love purifies him' and everyone lives kinda thing going on?

OT4 - Prompto steals everyone's jackets

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto doesn't have sleeves & desert nights are cold. As a result, he barrows his boyfriends' jackets.

He huddles up in Gladio's jacket on a cold night at camp. He uses Noct's jacket as a blanket for a nap. He wraps himself in Ignis's jacket after a particularly rough hunt.

+if Prompto has ASD in the full I would be super super happy but if not that's fine.

Luna/Prompto, dog rescue AU

[(Anonymous)]

Luna lost her dog, Pryna, when Pryna was just a puppy. Now she works at an animal rescue shelter. Her brother Ravus and her best friend Noctis insist that she needs to get out and talk to actual people more, but she's fine, really.

Then the new dog walker shows up. He's kind of goofy, a little shy, but he cares SO MUCH about every animal, and he adopts the ugliest cat in the entire shelter because "Princess Dumpster Fire is a sweetheart, okay?"

One day, he shows up with his own dog, who looks so much like Pryna (except for an old scar on her leg) that Luna does a double take.


I.E. Luna and Prompto bond over this lost dog who loves them both, and they are surrounded by misfit animals who don't understand why the bedroom door has to be CLOSED sometimes.

OT4 - Gay Slut Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

Outside of some casual things with his crownsguard, Noctis never really had a chance to explore his sexuality in Insomnia, being the prince and all. Out on the road though, where almost no one knows who he is, things are a little different, to the concern of the other bros

+Noctis teasing/trying to make the others jealous by sending them pics of him sucking dick/getting fucked
++Noctis not knowing if he wants ardyn to fuck off or fuck him
+++subby noct
++++the bros eventually fucking noct out of his mind to show him he doesnt need to hook up with strangers
+++++subby noct and trans guy prompto

Re: OT4 - Gay Slut Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

This is everything I've ever wanted, and more.

+1

Prompto, pain insensitivity

[(Anonymous)]

MTs are genetically modified in a long list of ways to optimize their efficiency as combat units, and one of those is insensitivity to pain. It's not complete, because it's useful to know something is injured, but it's much less powerful a sensation than a typical human would experience.

One afternoon in battle Prompto takes a really hard hit to the arm and ends up with a break bad enough it looks like his arm has an extra joint, and he just keeps going like nothing happened. It's not adrenaline or shock, it just doesn't hurt badly enough to slow him down.

The other bros are pretty disturbed...

Re: Prompto, pain insensitivity

[(Anonymous)]

all prompts along these lines are good prompts yes

Luna/Nyx, Happily ever after wedding AU, Bridesmaid Noctis

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Luna and Nyx live and love and are getting married and while planning the Luna realizes that she has no female friends are not either a.)inscrutable goddesses that aren't even on the same plane as her half the time or b.)unrepentant tomboy soldiers who get hives at the mention of the word "dress."

So she asks Noctis instead.

+++bonus points if Noctis finds out he enjoys being pretty and keeps the dress.