Prompt Post Round Six
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Re: Fill (1/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-03 11:17 pm (UTC)Thank you! I will definitely be writing quite a bit more. :)
Re: Fill (1/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-03 11:17 pm (UTC)Prompto will definitely be making a friend! :D Even if he's initially reluctant.
Re: Gladio and Noctis; brotherhood era Gladio and Noctis training accident
Date: 2018-01-03 11:34 pm (UTC)Seriously Reggie you have an entire kingdom at your disposal, hire a goddamn ADULT to supervise.
Fantasy based on reality my ass.
Fill: Nifs/Noctis, Gangraped in Luna's wedding dress
Date: 2018-01-03 11:39 pm (UTC)https://s10.postimg.org/w5kug4m15/image.png
Re: Fill: Nifs/Noctis, Gangraped in Luna's wedding dress
Date: 2018-01-03 11:41 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Nifs/Noctis, Gangraped in Luna's wedding dress
Date: 2018-01-04 12:00 am (UTC)Gen/any, loving someone with Bad Opinions
Date: 2018-01-04 12:40 am (UTC)I only ask that you avoid homophobia/transphobia or any jabs at Noct having depression (it simply isn't my headcanon), but all the rest of the -phobias and -isms are fine. Resolution of the scenario is up to you.
HOLIDAYS WITH FAM HAVE BEEN REAL FUNFill (2/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-04 01:01 am (UTC)Then he opened his eyes and saw the talons resting delicately across his chest, highlighted by the embers of a small fire.
He’d never moved so fast in his life, breaking free and scrambling across the cavern, reaching for his gun. He patted frantically at his pants for the weapon that wasn’t there, and then froze as the daemon began to stir, massive wings spreading out in a breathtaking stretch. He flicked his hand in a familiar motion, but nothing happened. The Armiger wasn’t working either.
His eyes darted around the room. He couldn’t go back the way he came, not unless he’d managed to grow wings, too. But this had all been designed for humans once, humans with feet and definitely not capable of flight. So there had to be another way—
There. An exit. Right behind the daemon, which was now standing in front of it, arms crossed, waiting. For what? Prompto squinted. He could barely see the thing in the dim light. He fumbled at his shirt, switching on the flashlight. What he saw made him want to turn it back off. Some things were better left to the very vivid imagination.
The creature before him seemed to be covered in patches of reddish fur. Where there wasn’t fur, he saw pale skin, sometimes covered with a black sticky substance. As his eyes scanned upwards, he noticed it was wearing black rags, torn and inexpertly tied back together. And finally, its face. It had fangs, because of course it did, and large ears that were catlike in shape, but more like a bat in a placement. And they were currently flicking back and forth. It tensed, and Prompto did as well. Then it reached into a pouch tied to its chest and tossed an item to Prompto.
He caught it instinctively, and found the familiar weight of his pistol in his hand. But he had no time to think over the implications of this small gift before a pack of imps surged into the room.
The daemon took the first of them, batting it against the wall with one of its wings. The second it crushed under a foot with a sickening crunch. But there was no time to watch, not when three more were making a beeline for Prompto. They’d marked him as the weak one, and he couldn’t really blame them. He’d sure go after him.
He took the first out with a quick shot to the neck, and narrowly dodged the second, getting in a lucky kick and throwing it aside into the daemon’s path, where a sharp talon tipped open its chest.
“Argh!”
A thin line of pain tore across his cheek as the last imp got in a lucky hit before he clocked it over the head with the butt of his gun. Spinning around, he saw one straggler going for the daemon’s wing, claw raised high. He fired another shot before it made its move, dropping it to the ground.
Collapsing to the floor, he pressed his fingers against the cut, wincing at the burning and queasiness he could already feel. Poison for sure. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem, nothing a quick antidote couldn’t solve. But he didn’t have one now. Luckily it’d only been imps. He’d probably throw up and be sicker than Noct the time he’d tried that funny purple mushroom, but he’d make it.
But thing was, he wasn’t with the guys now, so that meant he’d be waiting it out with the bat cat—thing. (He really needed a better name.) He wasn’t even sure it was really a daemon. It had saved him before, and again now, and it’d had plenty of chance to do whatever it wanted to him, but it had just held him. Like he was precious, and worth of being protected.
Something leathery brushed against his arm, and he looked up to see it standing over him, holding out a hand. And it was a hand, not a paw, and despite the monstrous editions, it was shaped more or less like a man. So not it. He. Prompto licked his lips, and his eyes caught on the small stack of silk wrapped books.
He’d tossed Prompto the gun. He had a stack of books, and treated them well. Whatever he was, he didn’t seem like a normal daemon. Prompto took the hand, and let him pull him to his feet.
He didn’t resist as he was ushered over to what he now recognized was supposed to be a bed, made up as it was of Niflheim banners. At the press of a hand on his shoulder, he sat down, and the daemon sat next to him, close enough their thighs where touching. He could see his face now, oddly human underneath it all, and met his yellow slitted eyes. He leaned in, and Prompto didn’t move, entranced by the all too knowing gaze. Before he realized what was happening, his mouth was on Prompto’s cheek, sucking hard, and oh no, this was not happening.
“Woah, woah, woah, dude, I know you think we’re friends, but I do not put out on the first date.” Prompto placed a restraining hand on his shoulder while leaning back as far as he could. And oh, the room was definitely not supposed to spin like that. He swallowed down the rising bile.
The daemon rolled his eyes, then tapped on his talons, running one down his own cheek. Prompto blinked in confusion, and the daemon did it again, the gestured towards the cavern entrance.
“The imps? Yeah, I know, the imp scratched me, but I don’t know what that has to do with face sucking.” He had a horrible revelation. “Oh gods, you don’t drink blood, do you? Are you like some kind of vampire bat?” Maybe he’d been saving Prompto up as a snack. That was why he was alive. A blood bag to be chewed on whenever he pleased. Nothing more than a convenient jug of milk, but even better because he was self-renewing.
Prompto ignored that part of him that had watched a few too many vampire shows and thought that was kind of hot.
The daemon covered his face with a palm. He looked strikingly like Iggy did when he thought Prompto was being particularly dense.
Then it clicked.
“The poison. You’re sucking out the poison.” He remembered that, from some book or movie. He was just trying to help. Well, then. “Uh. I guess it’s okay?”
The daemon shook his head, but Prompto noticed his lips were curled into something that might be a smile. Was he laughing at Prompto? Jerk. But Prompto leaned forward anyway, letting the daemon place his mouth back over the cut. The sucking was kind of intense, following along his whole cheek as he tried to get it all out. Prompto bit his lip and shifted awkwardly. He couldn’t possibly be this desperate. Could he? But it didn’t matter, it just felt nice, having a warm body here. It wasn’t like he was drooling over every grotesquely furry face that came his way.
The sucking stopped, and the daemon placed a hand over the cut, closing his eyes. There was tightness, tingling, and a sharp bite of pain. Prompto jerked away, but apparently it was enough, because the daemon sat back, drawing a talon down his skin. It didn’t hurt, and Prompto slapped his own hand to his cheek in astonishment.
“You can heal?” The skin was smooth, like the cut had never been there. “Holy shit, you are one weird ass daemon.”
Apparently done admiring his work, the daemon had now turned to his hair, stroking it tenderly. Prompto’s cheeks heated, but he didn’t pull away. It felt kind of nice, actually. Big scary monster apparently had a future as a head masseuse.
His eyes fell on the books again. Right. He could work with this.
He got shakily to his feet, one of the daemon’s hands on his elbow to support him. He didn’t let go as Prompto turned to face him, nodding at the books.
“So you’re intelligent. And I guess we’re pals now, so maybe you can do me a favor?” He held as breath as he waited for the daemon to respond. He was studying Prompto, maybe measuring him. He tried to not quail under his gaze. Usually when people looked at him like that, they didn’t think much of what they found.
The daemon executed what to Prompto’s inexpert eye was a pretty decent court bow, wings flaring out behind him in an impressive display. He’d take that as a yes.
“Wanna go look for my friends?”
The daemon closed his eyes, and for a second, Prompto thought he looked rather sad. But the moment passed, and with a flick of the wrist, the daemon gestured at the entrance the imps had come through.
“After me, huh?” Prompto said, and went gamely ahead.
(Fill 1/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-01-04 01:07 am (UTC)Ignis wasn't entirely sure he should have agreed to this. He and Gladiolus Amicitia, both members of the Crownsguard Spec Ops, had too much to lose if they were caught in a brothel during their free time. It didn't matter that prostitution was technically legal--the Crownsguard had an image to maintain, and, well, he and Gladio had a job to do.
A job that was becoming increasingly hopeless, yes, but a job all the same. It was their fifth time visiting the lower city that year, scoping their contacts, straining for even the whisper of the one they'd lost. Prince Noctis, spirited away at the age of fourteen, crying his father's name amid a chaos of MT swordsmen and enemy fire. Now, six years later, Ignis wondered if that had been his last word. If he'd died then, in that melee in the Citadel throne room, if Ignis and Gladio had spent the last few years of their lives hunting down a ghost. If none of it mattered.
He looked into the eyes of the prostitute sitting in the wide windowsill, and forced himself to turn his gaze to the Madam.
"Are you certain?" Ignis asked.
"He's kind of small," Gladio said. "No offense. Look, we can split up, it's not set in stone--"
"What do you think, Nox?" the Madam asked. "Can you handle 'em?"
Nox gave them both a quick, cursory once-over. "Sure," he said. "If I keep half the fee."
The Madam's expression flickered, and Ignis had the suspicion that she only stayed simpering and sweet through an intense force of will. "Anything you want, honey," she said, and turned aside, pale dress whirling.
Nox unfolded himself from the windowsill and jerked his head to the stairway. "Come on, then," he said, and extended a hand.
Ignis took it. Nox's grip was firm, and Ignis could feel callouses on his fingertips. He towed Ignis up the stair, Gladio a shadow at their backs, and opened a side door to a small room furnished like a low-end hotel, complete with turned-back comforters.
"How do you want me?" he asked.
"Yes," Gladio said, and Nox rolled his eyes.
"Nice. Definitely haven't heard that one before." He smiled, a strange, slanted tilt to his lips, and Gladio stiffened. Ignis raised an eyebrow, but Nox turned to sit on the bed, hands splayed out on the patterned sheets, and whatever reverie Gladio had fallen into snapped like a wire.
"So, what? Are you just gonna stare," Nox said, leaning back on his elbows, "or are you gonna kiss me?"
"That's against the rules," Gladio said. "They said it's too intimate." Nox stared at him blankly.
"They aren't getting rid of me," he said. "So fuck the rules. I know you want to. You've been staring at my mouth since you came in."
Gladio crossed the thin carpet and leaned over Nox, a hand hovering just above his shoulder. Nox sat up, pulling Gladio into a crushing kiss, licking into his mouth with a sweetness that had Gladio choking down a moan. Gladio kissed him back, gently easing him onto the bed with a hand digging into the plaits of his braid. Nox tilted his chin up, forcing Gladio to change course and press plush lips to his neck, and looked over at Ignis.
"Like to watch?" he asked, and arched his back, rolling his hips against Gladio's thighs. Gladio murmured something into Nox's shoulder, and Nox laughed.
It was a light laugh, soft and breathy and high, and the sound of it settled into Ignis' mind with an unsettling weight. Still, despite the uneasiness that tugged at his bones, Nox was beautiful, breathless and smiling, and Ignis found himself inexorably drawn to him. He knelt next to Gladio, who was unbuttoning Nox's shirt to mouth at the soft skin of his chest, and Nox twisted to kiss him, slow and light.
"You like it soft," Nox said. "I think I'll let you fuck my mouth."
Gladio moaned, and Nox scruffed the back of his head almost affectionately.
They undressed him together, kissing him slow and deep until Nox was whining, hands pawing at their arms and backs, drawing them closer.
"Hold my hips," he said to Gladio. "Touch my thighs. Hold me there, right, now you can do it, you can do whatever you want, just hold me there..."
"I have you," Ignis said, sliding his hands under Gladio's to steady Nox while Gladio lunged for the lube. Nox wrapped his arms around Ignis' neck and let himself drape there, biting marks under Ignis' collar, until Gladio placed both hands on his ass, kneading it gently.
"You want me to..?"
"Don't need much," Nox said. "We have gloves if you want t--" His eyes widened, and he jerked forward in Ignis' grasp as Gladio got to work, stretching him out with lube-slick fingers. "Yeah, ok, alright, I get it, you do this a lot."
"You have no idea," Ignis said, and Nox smirked.
"I'd like to see... oh. You two go at it sometime," he said. "Who bottoms?"
"Ain't your business," Gladio said, and Nox's mouth parted as Gladio thrust his fingers in harder.
"So it's you?" Nox said, looking back at Gladio over his shoulder.
"Usually," Ignis said. Gladio glowered at him, and Ignis winked.
Nox pushed at Ignis' chest, making him scoot back on the bed, and slid down to his elbows, his face level with the bulge in Ignis' trousers. He leaned in to lick it over the fabric, and Ignis' hands flew to his belt, frantically unbuckling while Nox mouthed a damp patch into his front.
Gladio passed Ignis a condom, and Ignis nearly fumbled it like a knock-kneed virgin, desperately hard and too fogged with desire to get his hands to work properly. Nox held onto Ignis' thighs when Gladio rutted against the cleft of his ass, and pillowed his lips over Ignis' cock before Gladio could push in, slow and torturously careful.
Ignis already suspected that Nox had a talented tongue, but only a few moments into it, with Nox suckling his cockhead and pressing his tongue to Ignis' slit, Ignis was almost there. He placed a hand on Nox's back, and Gladio slid a hand up to meet him, interlocking their fingers. Nox swallowed Ignis down as Gladio began to thrust, and the movement of his body caused him to bob his head erratically, breathing hard through his nose. Nox dug his fingers into Ignis' thigh and moaned in his throat, and the sensation alone was enough to tip Ignis over the edge, spilling into the condom while Nox pulled back, rocking into Gladio. Gladio had already taken off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor in a heap, and Ignis watched him, the thin line of his unfinished eagle tattoo shifting as he moved.
Ignis slowly unlatched Nox's hands from his legs and set to removing the condom, but Nox didn't seem to mind his absence. He groaned as Gladio picked up the pace, fucking him into the mattress, and dragged at the sheets with both hands. He let out soft, broken little ohs with each thrust, only quieting when Ignis returned, running a hand through his hair. The braid was coming undone, long strands of midnight black pooling over his skin, and Ignis could see the faintest crisscrossing of scars on his shoulders and lower back. The scars on his shoulders looked deliberate, sharp and shallow and already fading, but the ones at his spine were jagged and harsh. Ignis felt that unease pool in his belly again, and leaned over to ghost his fingers over the raised tissue.
"Fuck," Nox said, and Ignis just caught the stiffening of his arms, the slackness of his jaw, as Nox came with his fist wrapped tight around his cock. Gladio didn't last much longer. He collapsed over Nox at last with a sigh that seemed to shake his bones, and Ignis had to lift his chin to remind him to pull out.
Nox crawled a few inches up the bed and rolled over, his chest heaving, sweat running down the line of his neck. His eyes were closed, lips curved in a sloppy smile, and he raised a hand to beckon them. Ignis moved to his side, and he rolled to cling to him, limbs draping over his body with a slow, easy languor.
"Not that bad, I guess," he said, and opened his eyes just a little. "Hey, big guy. Get--"
His fingers clenched on Ignis' shirt. Ignis looked down, and frowned at the look of fear in Nox's eyes, far more alert and present than they'd ever been. Nox's gaze was fixed on Gladio's chest, just at the place where a few straggling tattooed feathers trailed over a bicep.
"What's wrong?" Gladio asked.
"Turn around." Nox's voice was sharp, and Gladio twisted without a second thought, showing off the unfinished outline of his family crest. Nox stared at it for almost a full half minute, long enough for Gladio to turn back around and for Ignis to pry clawing fingers from his arm.
"Oh," Nox said.
Gladio and Ignis waited for him to say something, to explain the lost, empty look in his eyes, to smile and crack wise about leaving a job half done, but he only sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
"You should go," he said. "They kind of time us, here, and I... got a little distracted, so..."
"Hold on," Gladio said.
"I've got a full night, guys," Nox said. He unpinned his braid and ran his hands through it, working out tangles. "Unless you wanna go again, I've gotta clean up and get new sheets."
Gladio stepped forward, and the smile Nox gave him was weak and wry. "It's cool, don't worry," he said. He looked from Gladio to Ignis and bit his cheek. "How... How long are you in town?"
"We live nearby," Ignis said. Not a lie, necessarily, if nearby counted the Citadel, but it didn't do to be too forthright.
Nox opened his mouth, then shut it, cheeks flushing with heat. "Y-you should..." His hands dropped to his lap. "Come back. If you want. Just go to the bar and say you want a night cap, and I'm yours for as long as you want. It's not something everyone knows, so don't spread it around, but..."
He shrugged. "What the hell, right?"
Re: (Fill 1/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-01-04 01:40 am (UTC)I love that Noct caught on first, though both Ignis and Gladio were the ones getting the bulk of the déjà vu feelings throughout.
Also, I should probably say poor Noct, but I’m the one that prompted this so it’s all my fault hahaha
Thank youuu!
Re: Fill: Nifs/Noctis, Gangraped in Luna's wedding dress
Date: 2018-01-04 01:53 am (UTC)Potions make injuries no big deal
Date: 2018-01-04 02:04 am (UTC)Gladio, Ignis, and Noctis training while Prompto watches and and one of them gets stabbed/shot/crushed, broken bones and blood everywhere and the others just mocks their poor technique and Prompto is fucking horrified because he just though he saw a friend die but nope! The injured bro pops an Elixir and gets right back into it while Prompto is confused and possibly scarred for life.
Re: Potions make injuries no big deal
Date: 2018-01-04 02:09 am (UTC)Re: OT4 + Kept Tied Up For Use
Date: 2018-01-04 03:04 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Nifs/Noctis, Gangraped in Luna's wedding dress
Date: 2018-01-04 03:10 am (UTC)Re: (Fill 1/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-01-04 03:24 am (UTC)Ignis/Prompto, Accidentally admitting a kink
Date: 2018-01-04 05:03 am (UTC)So of course Ignis has to try this out on him later. (Established relationship please)
+++++++++++++++powerbottom Ignis
Re: (Fill 1/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-01-04 05:30 am (UTC)Gladio, Tank abuse
Date: 2018-01-04 05:41 am (UTC)-Noctis deliberately dropping a spell where Gladio's in melee. Bonus points if Gladio's the one yelling at him to throw the damn spell already.
-Disarming traps by having Gladio walk right through them.
-Gladio drawning aggro while friends pick off them from a safe distance.
-No Angst or H/C. Gladio getting shot, stab and set on fire is just an ordinary Monday for these bros.
TLDR; Gladio getting used the way the average D&D party treats their Barbarian.
Re: Gladio, Tank abuse
Date: 2018-01-04 05:56 am (UTC)Re: Prompto/Mindflayer, Noct forced to watched
Date: 2018-01-04 06:10 am (UTC)GennChocobros + The Bros Know Prompto Is An MT Before The Trip
Date: 2018-01-04 06:31 am (UTC)+Cor explains how he smuggled Prompto out of Niflheim as an infant, how Prompto's birth father is Vaestral Besithia, and thus how Prompto is a clone, made to become an MT just like anyone else in the army of Niflheim
++Clarus showing them results of the background check and then some- gis records at school and "birth certificate" but also lab reports and test results- full of terms used for experiments and Noctis is getting upset because these science experiments/lab reports are talking about gis best friend, about dissecting him and putting him back together, brain scans and marks on shooting and military tests and all sorts of inhumane things (the worse the better)
+++The bros trying to process that their best friend is the product of a mad scientist. That if he were in Niflheim right now he'd be experimented on and treated like an animal- less than an animal, really, if the Niff reports are anything to go by. Regis tells them that Prompto is also wanted back in Niflheim for being smuggled out- at all costs he cannot go back and the bros must not let anything or anyone involving Niflheim get near him
Re: Noctis + Tekken 7 Crossover, Gen or Lars/Noctis
Date: 2018-01-04 06:42 am (UTC)And, yes, I find that little factoid to be oddly neat/hilarious all at the same time, so I'm definitely intrigued with a (detailed) back-story. Thank you for the support!
Re: Ignis/Prompto, Accidentally admitting a kink
Date: 2018-01-04 06:43 am (UTC)Re: Noctis + Tekken 7 Crossover, Gen or Lars/Noctis
Date: 2018-01-04 06:55 am (UTC)Noctis is officially unavailable until later, Spring 2018, but the Trailer is nearing 1,900,000 views; so it's great to witness extra reinforcement for this very scenario right now.