Prompt Post Round Six
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Re: Gladio/Noctis, Hands on sex ed
Date: 2018-01-07 06:08 pm (UTC)Gladnis + Ignis Gets Super Drunk At A Diplomatic Event
Date: 2018-01-07 06:33 pm (UTC)Clarus offers to take Ignis to his rooms, get him sobered up.
+Ignis mistakes Clarus for Gladio at first and Clarus awkwardly hears about Ignis making a drunken confession of love towards his son which ia fine but Ignis is so drunk right now he needs to sleep it off
++Ignis realizes his mistake once he reliazes he's talking to Clarus and not Gladio and starts crying because holy shit he's so embarassed he just told Clarus that he likes his son what now
+++Clarus and Regis being fatherly to Ignis because we don't have enough of that
Re: Fill 2/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-07 06:54 pm (UTC)Basil is particularly fun to write. He'll have a role to play in this!
Fill 3/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-07 06:58 pm (UTC)"One of the old Queens was horribly paranoid," he said. "She used to keep mirrors like this in every hallway just in case. There's only this one and the hall on the fifty-seventh floor, now." He slowed his gait so that Ignis could keep up, and the two of them were joined by dozens of mirror Ignises and mirror Basils. Ignis winced at his own reflection: He looked painfully grubby, his hair a mess and his eyes red and tearful, and his shirt wasn't nearly as smooth and straight as Basil's. He tried to flatten his hair without catching Basil's attention, and nearly stubbed his toe on a step.
"May I tell you a secret?" Basil asked. Ignis stared, unsure how to answer. No one had ever told him a secret before, so he didn't know if he could keep one. Basil continued on regardless. "The fact is, these stairs do a number on my nerves. They have since I was a young man. It would be a great help if you could hold my hand until we reach the third floor."
"Oh." Ignis reached for him, and Basil took his hand with a sigh of relief.
"Thank you."
"It's alright," Ignis said, as they climbed the steps together. "I used to climb the cliffs at Tenebrae all the time. There are these enormous, enormous..." his words failed him, and he waved his free hand. "Holes, in the ground, and they go so far down you can see clouds and storms."
Basil shuddered. "And here I thought I wanted to go back to Tenebrae."
Ignis hopped up a step. "You're from Tenebrae? You don't sound like it. Where are you from?"
"It's been some time," Basil said. "I lived near the capital when I was a boy. It's been, oh, thirty years now, give or take."
Ignis fell silent. He couldn't imagine being away from Tenebrae for that long. Just the idea of it made his chest ache and his stomach twist.
"I'd like to go back when I retire," Basil said. "Here we are, third floor. I've been saving for the past fifteen years, planning for a nice cottage in the country, very far away from any holes in the ground."
Ignis giggled, but the laughter died on his tongue when Basil opened a door to reveal a large, wondrous hallway. Both walls were hung with tapestries and paintings, with lifelike marble sculptures every ten feet or so. Ignis let go of Basil's hand and examined one painting, which featured a woman standing on a rock, wreathed in lightning, with scraggly bushes framing her on either side.
"This is my favorite place in the Citadel," Basil said, as Ignis ran to the next painting, which showed a behemoth staring at a starlit sky. "All the masters of Lucis have a place here."
Ignis stood as close to the painting as he dared, shocked to find that what looked like a sorrowful frown from a distance was just a blob of paint up close. "I like this one," he said. "With the stars. Someone said people used to travel by them."
"That's true," Basil said. "Though I regret to say that I don't know how."
"It's okay," Ignis murmured. "I'll figure it out."
By the time they made it to the residential wing where Ravus' entourage was staying, Ignis had forgotten all about his accident on the stairs. He chattered excitedly to Basil all the way to his assigned room, and when Basil looked around the small quarters and commented on the lack of space, Ignis didn't bother lying.
"It's lovely," he said, unzipping his bag to make sure all his belongings were there. "I've never had a room before."
"You shared a room back in Tenebrae?" Basil asked.
"Oh, no," Ignis said. "I'm a bastard." He pulled out the chapter book he was reading with Luna and set it reverentially on the bedside table. A whole table! Just for him! He opened a drawer just to see if it worked.
"I'm afraid I don't follow," Basil said. He had a funny, closed-off expression, like he was doing sums in his head. Maybe he didn't know what a bastard was. Maybe they didn't have them in Lucis.
"I'm... my mum and dad didn't want me," Ignis said. "Because I did something bad when I was little."
"That isn't what a..." Basil closed his eyes for a moment. "The word you mean is meant for a child born out of wedlock. To an unmarried couple."
Ignis frowned. Basil was nice, sure, but Ignis was starting to suspect that he didn't know everything. After all, when there was everyone on one side telling him one thing was true, and Basil on the other saying it wasn't, who could Ignis believe?
"Boy!"
Ignis groaned. "I have to go," he said. "Thank you for the tour. It was very... Very nice."
He ducked around Basil before he could say another word, and went racing down the hall to the prince's suites.
He then spent the next three hours doing Ravus' laundry to make up for the spill, with a long, complicated list made by his valet to make sure he didn't ruin anything. Ignis dozed off twice, and when he finally dragged the basket of folded clothes back to the room, Ravus and Seb were in their beds, talking quietly.
"And she ruined our reputation just because she couldn't figure out what to do with him," he was saying, and stopped, drawing up his knees as Ignis backed into the room. "Boy."
Ignis tried closing his eyes like Basil. "Your royal highness," he said.
"The Queen used to summon you to her rooms," Ravus said. He twisted his cuff in one hand. "What did she say to you?"
"Nothing," Ignis said. He started hanging up Ravus' clothes in the closet. "She never said anything."
"Not once?"
Ignis looked to the side. Seb was watching them intently, a hungry look in his eyes. "Once," Ignis said, slowly, like the words were being dragged out of him, "she asked if I was happy."
"And what did you say?" Ravus asked.
Ignis pinned up his jacket. "I don't know."
"You don't remember?"
"No," Ignis said. He placed Ravus' trousers in his dresser drawer. "I said I don't know."
Like his mother the Queen, Ravus said nothing. Ignis finished putting away his clothes, set the laundry basket in the corner, and went tottering off to his new bed. There, he sank into the warm blankets and dreamed of walking the edge of the cliff at the manor, Basil on one hand, Noctis on the other, with Luna running before them with her golden hair whipping about in a wind off the ravines. And above them, bright and beautiful and leading them home like an arrow on a compass, was a sky full of stars.
Re: Fill 3/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-07 07:21 pm (UTC)Basil is a gem. A sparkly lovely gem of a man. The way he so sweetly asked Ignis to hold his hand. *clutches chest* That was so pure.
And then ohhh hearing Ignis describe what a a bastard is hurts so much-in an oddly good way because I have faith that it will be ok someday! But until then aww the poor babe. He's precious and perfect and deserves better. :(
And it was endearing how happy he is over the simplest thing! A table! My gosh! I hope that Basil has gleaned enough through his brief time with Ignis to work out how poorly treated he is. Ignis is basically a slave from the sounds of things and everyone should be outraged.
Oh A!A you are amazing. I feel like I know who you are but I can't quite place you (I won't try too hard out of respect for your anonymity though) and truly if I can ever repay you for this amazing fill *finger guns* say the word.
Re: Fill (3/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-07 07:47 pm (UTC)This continues to be great!
Re: Omega!Cor/Alpha!Gilgamesh, Dub con, underage
Date: 2018-01-07 08:03 pm (UTC)I might try to fill this
Re: Fill 3/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-07 08:04 pm (UTC)There's no chance Basil is Iggy's long lost Dad is he?
Re: Fill 3/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-07 08:21 pm (UTC)Re: Fill (3/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-07 08:28 pm (UTC)Big odd monstery-ardyn reminds me of a bloodborne beast
but more in control of himself ofcourse
can't wait to read more!
Ardyn + Noctis, Noctis rescues captive test subject Ardyn from Gralea
Date: 2018-01-07 09:06 pm (UTC)Twenty years later, Ardyn is rescued by the very Prince whose bloodline he tried to destroy. He's pretty sure the gods are just fucking with him at this point.
Re: Fill 3/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-07 10:53 pm (UTC)Re: Fill (3/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-07 11:19 pm (UTC)Any/Noctis - postgame masturbation fantasy
Date: 2018-01-08 12:09 am (UTC)Re: Prompto/Noctis and Gladio/Ignis becomes Prompto/Gladio
Date: 2018-01-08 12:30 am (UTC)Re: Prompto Is Surprisingly Strong
Date: 2018-01-08 12:31 am (UTC)Re: Noctis cleaning out the armiger
Date: 2018-01-08 12:33 am (UTC)Ao3 link: FILL 1/1: One-sided Gladio->Ignis, One-sided Ignis->Noctis, Jealousy
Date: 2018-01-08 01:13 am (UTC)Re: Fill (4/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-08 01:16 am (UTC)Then he realized where it was coming from.
“Hey, thanks, but you know, work to do.” He sat up as quickly as he could, scooting away from Felix, no, Ardyn into an unoccupied mess of banners. The sudden movement, however, had done a number on his aching head. He curled in on himself, gripping at it and wincing. He peeked through his fingers at Ardyn, who was giving him an unimpressed look. Healing, right. That was a thing he did. That and apparently—
“Did you have to kiss me to do that mind meld thingy?” He flushed as he said it, which really made no sense. Ardyn had kissed him. Why should he be embarrassed? If anyone should be embarrassed, mortified even, it was Ardyn. But from the way his lips twitched into something Prompto suspected was a smirk, it seemed he had no shame.
But he did give great head massages. And Prompto’s head really hurt.
“Uh, was that a healing thing?” He mimed massaging his temples. Ardyn nodded, and held out a hand. Prompto crawled forward and took the hand, laying his head tentatively back in Ardyn’s lap. A little intimate, sure, but Prompto’d always been a touchy-feely sort of guy, maybe Ardyn was, too. And sure, he’d never given the guys head massages, but he wasn’t good at them, so why would he?
“Ah, keep doing that.” He snuggled deeper into what he recognized was Ardyn’s leg, but he didn’t care. It felt amazing. And he was so careful, long talons not even grazing Prompto’s skin, just the soft pads of his fingers applying pressure. Prompto sighed. “Yeah, that’s the good stuff.”
He drifted for a bit, relishing the way the massage was making him feel boneless, relaxed in a way he hadn’t been since before they left Insomnia. The fingers moved lower, rubbing along his neck, down to his shoulders. Occasionally a talon would brush his skin, but Ardyn was careful. It didn’t hurt. Quite the opposite. His eyes fluttered shut.
Before him a stone door with a sun emblem was falling, rumbling resonating within his bones. On the other side stood a man with red hair, a sword in his hand but lowered. He seemed sad, more than anything, rage long drained away. He couldn’t think of his name, all he could think was—
“Brother,” Prompto mumbled. The massage stopped, and he opened his eyes. Ardyn’s lips were curled in a snarl, and for the first time since their meeting, Prompto felt afraid as talons curled into his flesh.
“What’re you doing?” He didn’t struggle. He remembered Gladio telling him that when dealing with a frightened or angry animal, it was best to remain calm. And sure, Ardyn wasn’t an animal, but he wasn’t human either, was he?
Ardyn sucked in a breath, and his grip relaxed. He set Prompto gently aside and stood, gesturing to the passageway leading back to the small library. Prompto took it as a cue to get going. Hopefully Ardyn would just forget about his strange outburst.
————
There were a lot of books. And Ardyn seemed somewhat disinclined to help, instead lounging off to the side while idly paging through one he’d selected immediately. From the way he was perusing it, it seemed like he could read. So why hadn’t he left? And why did he need Prompto to figure it out? Then again, maybe he liked it here, so he’d never bothered.
I will end the line of Lucis, and all you fought for will turn to ash.
Prompto shivered. It was like the weird vision from before, only just words this time, said in a deep, rich baritone poisoned by spite. Just some weird overflow from the connection, probably. Maybe he’d find the story in one of these books.
Because that was the strange thing about this collection. He’d expected there to be all sorts of dry histories and the kind of book you’d call a tome, and maybe even a map or two. But instead a lot of the books seemed to be works of fiction. And even stranger, they were handwritten, scribed in a careful, flowing hand. He stumbled across adventure stories, tragedies, and even a comedy or two. He selected the next book in the stack, opened it, and sighed. More fiction, it looked like. But maybe he’d been going about this wrong. Maybe there clues in the text. That kind of thing always happened in the Unmapped games, and this was an ancient ruin.
He glanced over at Ardyn, who was still immersed in his own book, and decided to give it a go.
The sun sprang from the hills like a chocobo, kwehing at the morn. Below it sat the city of Lestallum like a jewel encrusted egg, and it was to there that Prince Arven made his way.
Arven was a handsome man, tall and strong with flaming red locks that rippled like fire in the wind. He rode upon his ebon steed, Hawk, who let out a screeching call as they crested the hill.
“We’re almost there,” he said, patting the fine creature’s neck. They had traveled hard many days and many nights in order to reach Lestallum in time. “Soon we will meet the dastardly assassin who took away my brother in combat, and he will rue the day he struck at the line of Ducis!”
Wait, this couldn’t be about the Assassin’s Festival, could it? He flipped eagerly through the pages, landing on a passage about halfway through.
”Yes,” the ravishingly gorgeous blond chocobo trainer sobbed. “It was I who killed your brother.”
“How dare you sully our line.” Arven drew his blade like poison from a wound, ready to purge this blasphemous whelp from the world. But the young man held out a hand, steeled by a courage Arven had rarely seen.
“Your brother was a cruel man, who took my parents from me.” His tears welled anew, overwhelmed by the memories of his past. Arven, despite his rage, reached a hand out to the young man.
“What is your name?” he asked, stroking his lustrous locks, which flowed like silk through his fingers.
“Aurelo,” he said between his sobs. He buried his face in Arven’s shirt, seemingly forgetting his previous ire. It was a fitting name, for his hair was as gold as a chocobo.
There were really a lot of comparisons to chocobos in this. Clearly the writer was a fan. Prompto kind of wanted to meet them. But first he wanted to see if the Assassin’s Festival came up. He flipped to a point a few dozen pages later.
”Take me, Arven!” Aurelo moaned wantonly, as Arven worked a finger inside him. He was so deliciously tight, gripping like a chocobo beak around his fingers.
“I don’t wish to harm you, my dear,” Arven said, dragging his fingers over Aurelo’s inflamed skin.
“You won’t, my love,” Aurelo said with utmost trust, eyes as blue-violet as the Crystal.
Arven leaned down and buried his face in Aurelo’s hair. He smelled of cinnamon and chocobo and something uniquely him. Then he sat back on his heels and unsheathed his spear, stabbing it deep into Aurelo’s weeping flesh.
Prompto glanced over to Ardyn guiltily. Had he ever read this stuff? It was kind of terrible, but there was something oddly compelling about it. He hesitated, then flipped another page. There really could be clues, after all.
Aurelo shrieked and shuddered like a frightened chocobo as Arven pounded into him, but before long the shrieks turned to delectable moans of pleasure. Their bodies become one, united in a transcendent pleasure beyond any Arven has felt before. His brother, cruel tyrant, would have cursed to see them like this, and that only made Arven enjoy it all the more.
It was with this thought that he came inside Aurelo, shouting his ecstasy to the skies, not caring who knew, because on this day Aurelo was his, and none should ever part them.
Prompto almost shrieked like Aurelo as the book was plucked out of his hands, replaced with the one Ardyn had been reading. His face had to be bright red, and he was suddenly very glad there was so little light beyond his flashlight and the torch Ardyn had managed to scrounge from somewhere. Ardyn tapped a passage in the book, looming over Prompto. He could feel the heat of him, the way his breath left the faintest trace of moisture on Prompto’s cheek, and the brush of his fur against Prompto’s neck. And now he’d never be able to wipe that book from his memory, and stop himself from imagining Ardyn pressing him down, gently stroking with his talons, fangs biting at his skin—
Ardyn tapped the passage insistently. Prompto swallowed hard, and shifted in his chair, adjusting his pants. Now he was extra grateful for both the bad lighting and the fact he was sitting down. He hoped whatever this was, it was some kind of answer.
The passage shall be opened only by the line of Lucis.
“Is this another smutty romance novel?” Prompto said before he could stop himself. He felt Ardyn shaking against his back, a strange sound emanating from his throat. Wait, was he laughing? He was, the bastard. Prompto decided to ignore him, and read on.
A sacrifice of blood to the dawn will open the way.
At least that was less racy, even if it was uselessly vague. Though he had gotten in here somehow, hadn’t he. There’d been so many mysteriously opening doors in the ruins that he hadn’t really thought about it before. Had there been something different about that last one? He’d been separated from the guys after a nasty battle. Right before that, he’d helped Noct up after he’d gotten a gruesome looking stab to his side, pressing a potion against it. Then he’d chased after an imp, just a straggler, nothing he couldn’t handle, and then—
“Noct’s blood.” He turned his head to meet Ardyn’s eyes. “I had Noct’s blood on my hand when I touched the door.”
And after he’d gone through, he’d wanted to clean his hands, so that meant—
He tugged his shirt over his head and held it out to Ardyn.
“I think I’ve got our ticket out of here.”
Re: Fill (3/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-08 01:20 am (UTC)Thank you! There are worse things he could've picked. At least it's an actual name. :D
Promptis, Prompto Found Dead (and Noct fucks the corpse)
Date: 2018-01-08 01:21 am (UTC)bonuses not necessary buuuut
+ Noct denying Prompto's dead
++ just make it really messed up and sad
Re: Fill (3/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-08 01:22 am (UTC)Thank you!
I haven't played Bloodborne (though it's on my list), but now I kind of want to Google and see. I just sort of combined things based on the prompt suggestion. :)
Re: Fill (3/?) Re: Monster!Ardyn/Prompto AU, learning how to be human
Date: 2018-01-08 01:23 am (UTC)Thank you! :D
Gen or Ardyn/Any, Ardyn Amnesia AU
Date: 2018-01-08 01:58 am (UTC)On the train with Shiva he frozen an shattered and reforms with absolutely no memory at all, not even basic language skills.
What do the bros do with him now? And what will happen to Prompto now that the only man in the world who knows where he is has firgotten all about him?
Re: Noctis/Bros, Noct speaking another language
Date: 2018-01-08 03:24 am (UTC)