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Prompt Post Round Five

Welcome to Round Five of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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Ardyn captures Ignis and makes him wear skimpy outfits for his own perverse amusement.

What it says on the tin.

It wasn't like he was trying not to sleep.

Under any other circumstances, Prompto would have been utterly delighted to just lie back in Noct's huge, obscenely-comfy bed and roll himself up in these wonderfully-soft thick blankets like the Star's coziest sushi. And these pillows! They were huge, and ridic fluffy and just the best things he'd ever laid his head on. So much nicer than his bed at home---and in a way that was precisely the problem. He was a commoner, an immigrant; what right did he have to be sprawling his dirty, Scourge-tainted body all over the Prince of Lucis' luxuriant bedding? Noctis probably resented or even outright hated him for, but was just too polite to say so. Protocols and whatnot, he decided, turning onto his other side for the fifth time in ten minutes. Between the body aches, coughing fits and the old nagging anxieties and insecurities nibbling at his brain, he simply couldn't relax and drift off like he should and needed to do.

A lot of that was probably the fever, granted. But still. It had confirmed to him a lot of the things he inwardly felt to be true of himself; for example: his parents secretly hated him. They were glad to have to travel for work, and be away from him. They knew the monster he really was, the thing he'd watched himself become in nightmares for nearly a week now: just humanoid enough to be horrifying; moving stiltedly, eyes glowing red and vacant, no life behind them. Green-patinaed skin, weathered with exposure to the Glacian's chill. He hated that chill; it had settled into his bones and it made him shiver endlessly, no matter how many blankets Ignis or Gladio brought him. Six, they were probably so tired of his whining! What was he. some helpless little baby?! He'd looked after himself while sick before, and he'd eventually do it again. The very gods-damned least he could do was try making their self-appointed job a little bit easier!

Thus decided, Prompto carefully levered himself upright, and immediately buckled over in another coughing spasm. Ugh, he hated that! It was so annoyingly-loud and barky; he was probably keeping Noctis awake. But at least it had shaken loose some of the heavy crap lodged in his chest; he wasn't wheezing quite so hard now. Still cold, but that wasn't likely to change. It took a few minutes for his heavy limbs to obey and propel him onto his feet. Astrals, was he getting fat again?! Maybe that explained the pain in his joints. The dizziness also. Next time Ignis brought him soup (assuming he did, and hadn't just left in disgust) he'd politely refuse. Had to try and keep himself fit since the others were so adamant that he was 'in no shape' to go for his usual morning runs. Yeah, okay; the way his head was throbbing, the very idea of jogging made him want to curl up in a ball and cry, but still. Had to keep in shape. Can't be weak, useless. He was useless. Gods, he hoped his friends didn't know.

He managed to sneak down the hall undetected (despite a pause to cough so hard it almost felt like a lung might have popped out) and locate the kitchen. He'd drink some water; Ignis kept insisting that was important. Flush away the grossness, the ugly, the useless. The evil. He'd never said so in as many words, granted, but the way his green eyes had drilled into Prompto's, the message had been clear enough. The glass was like ice in his hands---clear as crystal; cool and smooth. Also slippery. He watched in slow-motion as it fell such a long distance to the floor, shattering into glittery shards. For a crazy moment he didn't believe they were real; he was more than half-convinced if he reached out the sharp little fragments would melt away into puddles on the tile. Then suddenly the world snapped back into focus and his heart started racing. He broke something, damned idiot that he was! Ugh, now he'd have to pay Noctis back and since they'd been keeping him home from his shifts at the camera shop. he had no money this week---maybe he could work to make it up to them? Was slavery still legal in Insomnia?

He could almost feel the leg irons dragging him to floor, and suddenly he was so tired and scared and hurting so badly that all he could do was cry. He wound up crouched on the floor, face in his hands, trying to muffle the sobs so the others didn't hear.

A soft curse and the sound of glass breaking, followed quickly by a heavy thud on the kitchen floor and the sound of quiet gasps had Noctis on his feet in an instant, certain he'd find Prompto sprawled out semi-conscious having hit his head on the counter. He'd been so unsteady lately, but he insisted on trying to do things for himself---no matter how much he or Ignis or Gladio insisted they just wanted to help him, he looked so ashamed and borderline fearful, as if he thought they'd stop liking him if he didn't hurry up and get well right away. It had to be the fever; what little medicine they could get him to take just barely seemed to be touching it. The first time Ignis had coaxed Prompto into sitting still long enough for a thermometer to be inserted into his ear, it had read 102 when he'd removed it. Now, seeing his best friend huddled up shaking on the floor, sobbing over a broken water glass, Noctis was grimmly certain the number would now be much higher. Ignis immediately moved in to start sweeping up the glass, as Noct squatted next to his buddy and palmed his forehead.

Yeah, not good. He was absolutely boiling.

The touch seemed to startle Prompto; he blinked up at Noct with glassy, tear-filled eyes. It seemed to take him a moment to register who was next to him, and he when he did, his lip immediately started twitching.

"I'm sorry, Noct! I didn' meant to break it, m'so sorry, I'll pay for it I promise!"

The worse were a hoarse, panicked babble that died away into a coughing fit. It was thick and congested-sounding, and he couldn't stop for nearly a full minute. Noctis held him upright until he was able to breathe again, then immediately pulled him into a hug.

"It's just a glass, Prom. I've got a million of 'em. They break; it happens. You're okay. We're okay. Okay?"

Prompto drew in a shuddering breath and nodded.

"Can help clean it up..."

He tried getting to his feet, but wavered. Gladio steadied him.

"Nope. New rule: only people who can stand up without falling get to clean up glass. Here, grab on."

Prompto stared a moment, but cautiously reached out and grasped onto Gladio's neck. The Shield scooped him up as if he weighed nothing at all (he was losing weight again; they'd have to make sure that he ate!) and glanced back at Noct.

"Bedroom is where?"

"Uh, second door on the right," he answered as the big man took off down the hall. Prompto sighed in sleepy relief as Gladio carried him back into the bedroom.

"I'like this," he mumbled, snuggling his burning cheek into Gladio's shoulder.

"Feel safe...with you. You're strong. Nothing can....hurt me, if you're there."

Gladio stroked back his hair.

"Go to sleep, Prom."

"Can'," came the tired, despairing reply, "bad dreams an' it hurts too much..."

So Gladio perched on the edge of the bed, still cradling Prompto in his arms. Reaching over, he grasped the fluffiest blanket and pulled it over him. Then he settled back against the headboard, softly rocking him.

"I'll stay right here then, okay? Nothing can get you, because I've got you. I'll always keep you safe, no matter what. So will Iggy, so will Noct. We love you. I love you."

A sleepy smile crossed the stricken man's face as he cuddled up to Gladio.

"Love you too. Y're...so warm. Good pillow."

He pressed a kiss to the side of Gladio's neck and added:

"I won' tell Noct, promise."

That was how the other two found them when they finished cleaning up the glass. Noct looked astonished but Gladio just smiled.

"Used to do this with Iris, when she was sick and couldn't sleep. Figured it'd work on him too."

Yassssss, I am SO here for Noct-centric whump!

+100!

Set post-game after the sunrise; the bros, after discovering Noctis dead on the throne, leave the citadel and find Ardyn only mostly dead in the street. He's definitely de-scourged, 'cause he's bleeding red from all the wounds Noctis inflicted defeating him. Turns out that Noctis learned two very important things in the crystal. One: how to use the ring to purge the scourge from Ardyn, before purifying it from the world (not that Ardyn cooperated willingly); and two, enough about the history of the would-be first king of Lucis for Noctis to decide to give Bahamut the middle finger by not dealing the final blow.

Up to writer-anon what happens from that point, but +1000 if Ignis stops Prompto from immediately shooting him in the head again, because Noctis obviously chose to spare him for some unfathomable reason.

+1000 I love this so much

I don't think I've ever seen prompts where betas are treated badly so...

Prompt time!

ABO-verse where betas are treated as second class citizens. They can't reproduce with alphas or omegas and they have no heat or rut period so procreation amongst themselves is slow and unreliable compared to omegas who can pop out babies like popcorn. They're seen as relatively useless to society as a result, and on top of that their low reproduction leads to low populations so being a beta, ironically, makes one stand out.

They're also treated as a fun method of birth control by alphas and omegas since they can't have babies with either. There are even beta brothels for the alphas and omegas who are trying to avoid pregnancy. It's taboo to date a beta though. Not illegal, just looked down upon.

Anyone can be the focus of this, not just the bros (though I'm not opposed to the bros). But I'd like to see it through either the pov of a beta or the pov of someone dating a beta even though they aren't one.

That was actually the fic I got this idea from, but still thanks for suggesting it Anon! :D

Clarus couldn't possibly have feelings for Cor beyond friendship. He was just some bratty kid!

Except he wasn't. He was turning eighteen and was the king's bodyguard and had obviously grown up.

And Clarus was falling hard.

(idk how the hell to title this lol)

Anyone remember the episode of Star Trek: Voyager where there was an accident with the teleporter and Tuvok and Neelix combine to create a single person, called Tuvix?

Maybe Noct has a warping accident and he and Prompto combine to make.... Promptis.

+ Bonus points for Gladnis somehow also being a thing.

Just as it says- au where all four of the main boys are omegas, and have formed their own little pack- romantic or sexual or both or neither- with only omegas. I really wanna see how each of them deals with a society that really looks down on omegas and has a lot of objectification and discrimination. How does this intersect with this class differences, ect? Do people think Gladio's ugly even though he looks exactly the same, just because its not the typical omega look? Does Ignis constantly have to prove himself as a rational and capable advisor? How do they handle heats, getting propositioned, ect. Feel free to go with as fucked up an omegaverse as you want

oh my god tuvix, I cackled with glee at this prompt

I have a mighty need for this!

Prompto buys the Eos version of the Sims and makes Sim versions of himself, his bros, and their friends/family/etc, as so many people do. It'll be cute and fun to usher everyone towards their Sim ambitions, right?

Wrong.

+ All of the Sims cliches happening. Setting the kitchen on fire, mpreg by alien abduction, insane hookups, the whole nine yards.
+ Prompto growing more and more desperate to get things back on track.

yes please someone fill this +100000000

want this +100

yes please +26836971917

I read this prompt a few days ago and it inspired me to write a fic! Posted on ao3 before it's too long for here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12022944

It's not EXACTLY what you prompted but I hope it ticks a few things on your list!

fuuuuuuuuck yes, please, especially if it's Ardyn I've been d y i n g for a vampire AU +1000!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12030123

Had to post here because it got longer than I hoped but hope you enjoy OP and everyone eles

Wake him up inside
He can't wake up

Wake noct up inside
Saaaave him

Call his name and save him from his bed

*i swear i'm not drunk*

Noct's giving Prompto his very first blowjob, and it starts off really slow and sweet. But Prompto is so into it that he loses control at the end and pulls Noct's hair to keep him in place and basically fucks his face.

He's mortified afterward about being so rough, but Noct actually really liked it.

A lot.

always want ridiculous caelum family comedy-bonding XDD

This is so amazing author anon. I just...yes. So good.

And aww Carbuncle <3

The good old misunderstanding hurt/comfort trope never gets old.

You know the part in the game when Noctis goes running with Gladio and afterwards the two of them are talking about Ignis in the "maybe this will finally shut him up" vein?

Well, they go a bit further, joking about his nagging and Noctis says "You ever wish we'd left him behind in Insomnia?" Gladio says yes, pretty much every other day.

They are genuinely just joking around, not meaning a word of it. The last thing they meant was for Ignis, who's up sorting out breakfast to overhear them. He's embarrassed and hurt, all the more so when he thinks that if he has stayed behind, he'd be dead. Is he really so annoying that that's what Noct wants?

From that point, he immediately dials back the nagging, the puns, and practically only speaks when he's spoken to. The others are really confused and don't understand what's happened. The longer it goes on for, the more they start to worry about him.

Eventually it all comes out and there is much comforting all round.

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Prompt Post Round Five

Ardyn/Ignis, Non-consensual humiliation

Noct smokes

FILL: Untitled (1/1) Prompto, the worst patient (Promptio; tw for self-hating thoughts)

Re: Gen- noctis vs the cold

AU, Ardyn survives endgame

Re: Gen- noctis vs the cold

ABO, Betas are marginalized

Re: Any/Noctis, Noctis becomes the reaper

Clarus/Cor, realizing feelings

Promptis combine to become a single person

Omegaverse, Gen or ot4: All the bros are omegas

Re: Promptis combine to become a single person

Re: Ignis and Revealing Clothes

Gen, Prompto+Sims

Re: Vampire Fledgeling Noctis/Any, Obsessed with Master

Re: Chocobros/Ardyn, The bros are Ardyn's harem

Re: Ardyn/Noctis, Accidental incest

FILL: Gladio/Ignis/Noctis, Mommy and Daddy kink w/ Lactation

Re: Vampire Fledgeling Noctis/Any, Obsessed with Master

Re: Prompto/any - Rape Fantasy AO3 LINK

Wake noct up

Prompto/Noct - Bad blowjob etiquette turns Noct on

Re: Gen, Weird Uncle Ardyn AU

Re: Fill: 2/? Re: Trickster God!Ardyn/Prompto

Gen or shippy; cliched misunderstandings prompt