Prompt Post Round Six
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An Elaborate, Slightly Psychopathic Promptis AU
Date: 2017-12-30 03:29 am (UTC)Take that trope, of insecure, depressed, angsting Prompto, and take it to its gross extreme. Slightly psychopathic, secretly manipulative and predatory Prompto... now, that's more like it.
I want it like so: Promptis in either an established or budding relationship, and it starts out sweet enough. Prompto is his usual, chipper self, and Noctis is, well... Noctis. But things start to take on a nasty, ugly new form. Prompto is manipulative and unfaithful and sometimes harsh, but he's... still his usual, chipper self about it?
Anywho, make of this what you will. I request Top!Prompto, dark themes and dark scenes, Noct being naive, and please, not too much OOCness.
Re: Any/Any "Cracky bad fan fiction akin to My Immortal"
Date: 2017-12-30 03:30 am (UTC)Gen, Ignis - Food Porn
Date: 2017-12-30 03:52 am (UTC)Re: An Elaborate, Slightly Psychopathic Promptis AU
Date: 2017-12-30 04:21 am (UTC)Re: FILL 3/3 Ardyn/Prompto non-con ritual tattoo
Date: 2017-12-30 04:26 am (UTC)Ignis/Ebony
Date: 2017-12-30 04:45 am (UTC)It really is that good.
Re: [Fill Part 1] Noct captured, given to Verstael Besithia
Date: 2017-12-30 04:46 am (UTC)The garden they had just walked through was quickly turning into ashes, those purple flowers Luna loved writhing in heat, until they no longer resembled plants. They shriveled black, into twigs, then snapped into two, then nothing.
Everyone’s screaming, and Noctis doesn’t know which voice to focus on, so he focuses on Luna. She seems so small in the midst of this catastrophe, and she’s reaching out to him. He can’t hear what she’s saying, but his body forces himself towards her like instinct before he can think.
He doesn’t want to think.
He wants to go home.
Suddenly, there’s firm hands on him, lifting him up at the sides almost reverently. It’s just the way Father picks him up, come to fulfill his unspoken wish.
“Dad,” Noctis cries. There’s not telling if the word was audible through the explosions. “Dad!!” He screams again, when he realizes they’re running away from Luna. “Dad, Luna is—“
Noctis’ words die at his lips when he turns his head. It’s not his father.
The man carrying him is not his father.
It’s a soldier, whose armour was silver and a sickly green. It’s so different from the black that he was expecting that Noctis was rendered speechless. It’s not one of Father’s soldiers. It’s a stranger carrying him. A stranger from the people who started the fire, the people who--
“NOCTIS!” A powerful voice cut through the haze of panic.
He snaps his attention to his name, and nearly breaks down into tears when he sees: “DAD!”
The King draws his sword from a distance, and just as quickly as the sword was raised another bomb crashes between them, dangerously close and singing the tips of his hair. Noctis tries to curl inward towards the soldier’s arms, hoping to slip and squirm out of them. Those metallic hands take hold of his wrist, forcing him still.
“Let go of me!!” Noctis screams, kicking his feet and letting it clang against the soldier’s sides. He swears the armour is hollow. The hand was hot, quickly drawing in the heat of the flames. He hopes the man inside roasts alive. “You stupid oven!”
A particularly strong kick finally gets the soldier to face him.
Noctis could hardly even call it a face—it was a mask. Its eyes are red; familiar in a way LCD lights were. The same kind of light that appears when he turns his game system off. It feels wrong to see it on anyone’s face. Why would anyone have light-up eyes on an armoured mask? How could they see?
In the time it takes Noctis’ hands to furrow, the soldier holds him out one-handed, crucified in air and legs dangling. The other hand pulled back; not just at the man’s sides but inward, steel collapsing in on itself to reveal a mess of wire and gears.
It’s not a soldier, Noctis realizes. His eyes are transfixed at the spark that flared from the mechanical hand. This is a machi--
Something silver darted out at him. It’s all he can do to scream before the world turned black.
Re: Omega!Noct/Everyone, He Gets Around
Date: 2017-12-30 04:52 am (UTC)Re: Fill 5/? Re: Gen or Ardyn/Noctis, Ardyn Raises Noctis
Date: 2017-12-30 05:00 am (UTC)Re: Ardyn + Laguna, FFVIII crossover, mind game FAIL
Date: 2017-12-30 05:13 am (UTC)Re: [Fill Part 1] Noct captured, given to Verstael Besithia
Date: 2017-12-30 05:25 am (UTC)oooooooh my god someone’s filling it ahhhhhhh!!!!!
And it’s so good!!!!!!! *screeching and flailing* !!!!
Dragon Age crossover, Noct is warped to Thedas during Chapter 13
Date: 2017-12-30 05:29 am (UTC)Somehow Noctis ends up in Thedas during Chapter 13 just after he gets his father's sword. Right in the middle of a Blight. And it turns out the crystal's magic (which still works so he's got his full arsenal and all 13 royal arms and the ring) works ridiculously well against darkspawn. So now the Grey Wardens are clamoring to have him join their ranks so they can toss him at the archdemon and end the Blight.
Bonus: it's during DA:Origin's Blight.
Bonus Bonus: He romances someone.
In his own awkward, cute wayFill 1/?: Any/Any "Cracky bad fan fiction akin to My Immortal"
Date: 2017-12-30 05:31 am (UTC)2day he pik me up in the regala fancee car thats blak and the top six don. He had on his fave blak trnch cote an trip pantz an his ieliner was heavee aroun his eyes. He werz blak contaks 2 luk moar eggy an gofic and hott. So his eyes ar solid blak frm the contaks.
I got in teh blak car an he driv way.
“You wanna com to my sekrit rooom in the citidl ? Iz in the ol dungin I go in ther to think abot deth an hardcor stuf.”
I ekcitedly sed yes bc yes I wan 2 c hiz sekrit dungin room an mabee make out done ther.
Wen we got ther he took me don a hiddn pasig 2 were the ol dungin wus use 2 b at. It wus dark an hav spidr webz on the wals. “I hat evryon’ was ritin on the wals in Noctis one blood.
“u lik it?” he as me cuiusly.
“I luv dis place, is so eggy an gr81"
“I new u wud lik it,” then he pashonatly kisses me on my mouth. We kissed and took of r close until we were nekid 2gethr. He tuched my boy part an I tuched hiz and we did that until both of us had an orgazm. My eyes wer clozed so I dint se his mouth till I open my eyes a gain an v that his teeth hav turn in2 fangs.
“I hav a sekrit an iz that im a vampier an I brot u her to brink ur blood.” He tol 2 me with his face clos2 .y eer.
“u can drink my blood if u wan,” I say ful of luv 2 him bc I luv Noctis a lot and pane dusnt bother gofics so if it hurt ill b oh kay.
So then he bits my nek and it hurt a lil but aktuly al so feel kinda gud 2. He brings a lot of blood out of my nek an I bleed in2 his mouth profusly. I thot I wiz gon to pas out but he stop and use p poshon to heel me. He is a bot 2 say somethi 2 me but his fone ringz and the naym on it is Prompto.
“y r u gettin call by him when wer on a date tgeth!” I yel loud an it eko of the rock wals in the dungin. I run away cyin hard bc Noctis hurt my hart a lot by that.
Re: Fill 1/?: Any/Any "Cracky bad fan fiction akin to My Immortal"
Date: 2017-12-30 05:40 am (UTC)Re: An Elaborate, Slightly Psychopathic Promptis AU
Date: 2017-12-30 05:41 am (UTC)Re: Dragon Age crossover, Noct is warped to Thedas during Chapter 13
Date: 2017-12-30 05:42 am (UTC)noctis/any 5+1 oral kink
Date: 2017-12-30 05:44 am (UTC)Noct gets an inappropriate boner when Prompto slaps his ass
Date: 2017-12-30 05:47 am (UTC)Bonus points for it becoming a Thing. Not full-on spanking (tho I would not be opposed to that), but something they both realize turns Noct on.
Prompto/Noct - Noct likes it when Prompto tops him
Date: 2017-12-30 05:50 am (UTC)Bonus points for awkward-yet-somehow-sexy dirty talk that nearly makes Noct come in his pants.
Double bonus points for semi-public sex, or the chance of being caught.
Prompto fucks Noct, hard.
Date: 2017-12-30 05:53 am (UTC)Re: Fill 1/?: Any/Any "Cracky bad fan fiction akin to My Immortal"
Date: 2017-12-30 06:40 am (UTC)Re: [Fill Part 2] Noct captured, given to Verstael Besithia
Date: 2017-12-30 08:12 am (UTC)There’s silence now, where there were once screams and the cackle of fire.
He doesn’t know which he prefers. This way, he can hear his heart going a million miles a minute, with nothing but his own breathing and whimpers echoing back at him. He curls into a ball, tightening muscles that were already laced with tension. The shift of movement makes something rattle.
It takes him a moment to realize he’s hasn’t gone blind. He’s someplace dark, and he’s mistaken the chill of steel for heat. The chains tied around his wrist, so cold that it burns around his skin. He’s laying on his side, on flat stone he recognized as concrete.
Then it dawns on him; a revelation creeping into his consciousness and making his stomach lurch. He’s not in Tenebrae anymore.
Or maybe he is, and he just doesn’t know where. The cold convinces him otherwise.
He knows he’s breathing so much more when his throat start to hurt; the air hurts to breathe. It’s arid, and the frost reaches all the way into his lungs with every breath he takes. Wetness starts running all over his face—he realizes he’s crying. And even that freezes over, stiffening his cheeks to the floor.
“Fire,” Noctis whispers into his hands. It’s funny how everything about him feels frozen stiff, but his fingers won’t stop shivering. “Fire.” He commands again, and a small flame blooms at his fingertips.
The urge to press the flame into him and make the heat his own is strong, but Noctis knows he can’t do that. Instead, he puts all his focus into the tiny flame; it’s as big as he’s ever able to get it. The others at the Citadel used to scold him for playing with fire, and he’s proud of himself for having been disobedient. He’ll tell Ignis how good it is to break rules when he gets back, and maybe then Ignis would feel better about sneaking out of the palace with him.
A murmur of voices from somewhere draw his attention away from the flame, letting it snuff out.
“I guess the Minister has a point,” one of the voices said. “That’s the most efficient use for him, but…”
“But he’s just a kid, yeah, yeah,” another voice replied. “You say that, but take a look around you, dipshit. You’re surrounded by fucking kids.” He spits these words out. “This is your damn job. And you know too much now to quit, so do it like you always fucking do.”
Silence. Noctis knows they’re close from the eyes that are piercing into his skin. Maybe if he pretends to be asleep, they’ll go away.
He hopes they’ll go away.
“Ah, fuck,” the voice said again. “Man, I know you have a daughter his age. But she ain’t the child of King fucking Regis, and that’s how things are different. You want her to grow up in a world where she doesn’t do what you’re doing? Fucking up kids for a living?” There’s a clap, followed by a noise of someone taking a step forward. “Then you better do a damn good job of figuring out how this Prince works. Then this fucking war will end and we can all fucking go home.”
Now Noctis is praying to the Astrals that they’ll please, please go away.
A sigh. “You’re right.”
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
The clink of metal unlatching, and steps taken closer proved to Noctis that his prayers fell unanswered.
The Prince has had enough training for situations like these to know how he should act. He willed his body to stay limber—malleable against the hands that lifted him. There should be no signs that he’s awake. No reaction to the touch, or the way he feels blood rushing into his head when he’s slung over what was probably someone’s shoulder. He’s too scared to even sneak a peak into the route they were taking.
It’s a long while before they reach whatever destination they had intended. He’s brought into a warmer room, thank the Astrals. It takes all the concentration he has so hold back a shiver of relief.
Ever so slowly, he cracks an eye open. There’s white tile underneath him, and a mess of machinery surrounding the side and a table in the middle he can’t see fully. If the room was any brighter, he’d think it was a dentist’s office. But the lights were low, save for the spotlight on the table. It’s hard to see anything but the floor without turning his head.
“What, you gonna butcher him here?” Noctis paled at those words, and it was a miracle that he didn’t start screaming and thrashing right then and there. He remembered that he was supposed to be pretending he was asleep, at least until he had a better idea, and so far he didn’t have anything like that.
“I’m only here to collect samples. Blood, and skin.” Each word felt foreign to Noctis’ ears, mind thick with denial as those words couldn’t possibly apply to him. “Preliminary measurements… what is it?”
“Thought the kid was awake,” the man replied, setting him on the table and releasing his chains. “Felt him flinch.”
Noctis’ blood ran cold.
“I’ll be putting him under anyway. Pass me the—“
With one fluid movement, he rolled himself over the edge of the table, letting the tray of surgical instruments crash down along with him. He grabs a scalpel and crawls under the table, scrambling to make it to the exist when a hand pulls at his hair, then at the cuff of his shirt.
“Fucking kid—“
“No!!” Noctis flails at his grasp, willing himself to warp away, but he’s not quite there yet with his training. He can’t phase out of his grasp, not when there’s panic flooding his mind. “Help—“ He screams when he notices the other man, the timid one, come his way with some sort of cloth in his hand.
“Please, no,” Noctis cries, pounding at the attacker, hoping the scalpel could connect, could do enough damage. “Thunder,” he begs. “Thunder!”
Nothing happens. It’s a failcast, and it happens so often when he uses this element.
“Almost forgot about your fucking spells,” the man reaches for the scalpel, and they’re more than twice as big as his. No matter how hard he tried to hold on to it, he was no match against the adult’s strength. “Looks like even the Prince wasn’t born with—“
“THUNDER!” Noctis screamed at the top of his lungs. It’s shrill and too high, too desperate, and completely unbecoming of a Prince.
But it works.
The spell itself didn’t manifest in those fantastic explosions of sparks and light that his father was able to do, but he could still see it: The way electricity gnawed at the man’s veins, forcing his muscles to spasm in its wake. The shock of it sent the man reeling backwards, jerking his hand back with enough force that he pushes a heavy cylinder, sending it crashing back into the tank behind. Glass shatters, spilling out slimy liquid and coating the floor thick with the stuff. He’s vaguely aware of the other man of the room, but he seemed just as mortified as he was in this moment. The man stood there, gawking at the mess.
Good.
Something of his broke and he’s distracted and Noctis can finally run. But there’s something squishy at his feet and he makes the mistake of looking down. The sight makes his heart hammer in his chest, impossibly with more ferocity than they already had. It’s a boy, fully naked and around his age, exposing a body that was marred with dark grey rot. He doesn’t know why looking at him makes his ears start to ring, but looking at that expanse of defiled, pasty flesh reminds him of the man’s words: Fucking up kids for a living.
Noctis tries to breathe. The words echo in his mind.
Fucking up kids for a living.
Beneath blonde lashes, he can see glazed eyes and the slightest hint of red. The boy’s lips quiver, but otherwise he doesn’t move. There’s shards of glass biting into his skin, and what spills out isn’t blood. It’s better described as oil; black and foul-smelling, something that can’t come out of someone human.
Fucking up kids for a living.
Then there’s a cloth pressed to his mouth, and the instant Noctis gasps in surprise is the same instant the world fades out.
The last thing he sees is a bar code tattooed on the boy’s wrist.
Re: Fill 5/? Re: Gen or Ardyn/Noctis, Ardyn Raises Noctis
Date: 2017-12-30 09:22 am (UTC)And, of course, to the death of the poor soul fated to wield its power. Ardyn supposed there wouldn't even be a Lucis by then, and that the line of kings would have become no more than quiet sentinels in the desert, with no need for an old ruler to advise them, care for them, or learn their names. - That part is really sad and lovely, too.
Ardyn loves Christmas
Date: 2017-12-30 10:45 am (UTC)Ardyn...
-in ugly Christmas sweaters
-humming Last Christmas all the time
-talking Aldercapt into Christmas decorations for Zegnautus keep
-trying to catch Ravus under the mistletoe out of spite because Ravus avoids him since weeks
-talking Verstael into installing Christmas carols software in the MTs.
It is that time of the year where everything is love and happiness - to Ardyn at least.
Fill 2/?: Any/Any "Cracky bad fan fiction akin to My Immortal"
Date: 2017-12-30 12:38 pm (UTC)........
I ran a lot out of ther fast. I wuz runnin in the hal an I ran in2 Ignis. He drops a plat of kookeez hez caryin and they go skatering 2 the floor.
“oh no I mad al dose 4 Noctis an now ther ruin!” he yel out sadly. His aprin is coverd in crums now. It is pink wit Hello Kitty.
Tat mak me evn maddr bc firs propmto no Iging makin kookeez is lik evry won tryin to ta k Noctis atenshun a way form me an is no fr! So I cry moar an keep runnin.
When I gut 2 the parkin garage I stop runnin and sit by Noctis car an cry a lot. Then Noctis com an sit by me.
“I DON WAN TALK 2 U BC U LET EVRYON TAK AWAY YOUR ATENSHUN FORM ME UR SUPOSD 2 LUV ME!”
“I luv u shadow an I’m not tryin to ignor u. U ar my bf an I luv u but bein prins is hard. Lots of ppl want in 2 bover me thas y I took u 2 the dungin room.”
Ok so I gus that maks sents so a hug him an say I’m not gun b mad no moar.
We stab up a d he get in the back seet of te car wit me an he says “I can proof I luv u" an he kiss me ful of pashon. We again tak of or close but this tim insted of jus tuching me he put his thing in2 my but and now we r havin aktual reel seks 4 the firs time! It kinda hurtz but gofics lik pane so iz oh kay.
We r almos dun havin seks win sumthin slams on the out side of the car. We both skreem bc it scared us and the door opens. Stand in ther is Gladio.