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AU, MTs look human

Date: 2018-01-14 02:47 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Nifleheim's scientist have figured out how to make their magitek soldiers immune to sunlight . Now the fight to fight an enemy army wearing the face of one of their own.

+++Without their armor MTs are hella fast like Prompto.
+++MTs still retain significant cybernetic augmentation - but it's stil obvious who their face resembles.

Fill: Ardyn&Gilgamesh, Gladio (gen or NSFW)

Date: 2018-01-14 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Hello OP! I filled your prompt here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13371204 I hope you will like it :)

Young Ignis & Noctis, Royal Rumor Mill

Date: 2018-01-14 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
As a slightly older teen responsible for the Prince’s welfare, Ignis is well aware of the rumors. He’s not oblivious to the crude jokes people insinuate regarding their relationship. Ignis is the obvious target of the two, and suffers harassment (or teasing, inappropriate questions, RPF, overtures from creeps, etc...). As the boys have grown older, the rumors and harassment have escalated as well.

Ignis tries to protect Noctis by keeping this a secret. It blows up in his face when Noctis finds out from someone at school.
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From: (Anonymous)
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From: (Anonymous)
I love Basil. Like, proper fucking love him. Just like I love this fic!

Nyx/Noctis, ABO cuddling and pregnant sex

Date: 2018-01-14 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Noctis is nesting and pregnant and uncomfortable and immediately latches onto Nyx the moment he shows up. It starts out as a lot of cuddling and being comforted by Nyx's scent and then soon turns into really slow, really tender sex. And then more cuddling after.
From: (Anonymous)
This has become 60% dad-fic and I should honestly not be surprised with myself at this point.

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Years of listening in through the door of Ravus' etiquette lessons had taught Ignis how to greet kings. He knew just what to say to a high priestess of Etro, how to bow to a countess and nod to a lord, the dozens of titles and inflections of power and subservience that came with them. The words piled together in Ignis' throat, twisting into a lump that made it suddenly quite hard to breathe.

"B-bas--" he started, in a voice that cracked, and then his face collapsed, years of control falling apart in a moment.

Basil was at his side before the first tears fell, kneeling on the unswept hearth and shakily pushing Ignis' bangs from where they caught under his glasses.

"Here, now," he said, and Ignis unfolded enough to draw himself into Basil's arms, just as he had as a child. It was as though the years were stripped away between them, leaving Ignis young and small and helpless, bowing his head to cry into Basil's shoulder. Basil held the back of his head and waited patiently, there in the dark of the kitchens, for Ignis to pull himself together.

"Oh, gods," Ignis said, when he could speak again. "Your jacket."

"You always did care too much about clothes," Basil said, and passed Ignis a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. "I dare say I shall survive."

Ignis smiled, a little shakily, and sat back on his heels. Basil took his glasses for him and buffed them carefully, in a gesture so familiar that Ignis almost broke a second time. Basil made to place the glasses on Ignis' nose again, and paused.

"I apologize," he said. "You aren't a child anymore, of course--"

"It's fine," Ignis managed.

Basil fit the glasses back on for him, smoothing down his hair as he did so. "Are those the hated braces?" he asked, and Ignis hastily pressed his lips together. "They aren't so bad as all that. Come, let's get you cleaned up."

Ignis hurried to stand before Basil could haul him to his feet, and took a whistling breath through his nose. "Why are you here, though?" he asked. "Not that I--of course I want you here--"

"I gathered," Basil said, rubbing his back.

"But I thought the queen placed a ban on your contacting me at all, after that last petition fell through."

"The queen isn't here," Basil said, in a cold voice. "And the situation is dire. There's a ball you have to attend, after all."

Ignis stared.

"Noctis has been making a fuss for the last month," Basil said. He absently brushed soot off his knees. "And your sister... Ah... She may have sent me one or two letters, explaining the situation. I figured now was as good a time as any."

"I don't have my visa," Ignis said. The last time, everything has been handled through the queen. He realized, a little late, that he didn't even have an ID. So far as customs was concerned, he didn't exist.

"No matter," Basil said. "I have it handled. We should pack for two days--that is, if you want to come to the ball."

"Of course I do," Ignis said. "But I... I'll have to come back, after. I'm not of age, I can't stay."

"I know," Basil said. He squeezed Ignis' shoulder. "I may have an answer for that, as well. For now, why don't you show me your room?"

They took the side stairs up to Ignis' small quarters, and Ignis found that it took a great effort to open the door. Basil stepped into a room with a map of Lucis on the far wall, with little mismatched vases bearing flowers from the wilds, with paintings from Luna and the worn, well-loved cactuar plush on the ink-stained writing desk. Basil picked up the cactuar, running a thumb over an expertly patched-up seam. He looked at Ignis then, lips parted, but the moment to speak passed too soon, and Ignis tucked a spare suit in his travel bag.

"I have nothing to wear to a party," he said, digging through his dresser. "Nothing that won't reveal me to the king, that is."

"That's handled," Basil said. When Ignis turned to him, he shrugged. "We'll discuss it tomorrow. As it stands..."

Ignis went back to throwing his necessities in his bag, while Basil continued going through Ignis' room, lingering on the chess board, the stack of letters from Noct, the book of recipes that Ignis was only just starting to compile. He was going over Ignis' star map by the time the packing was done, and Ignis joined him there, pointing to a cluster of stars.

"True north," he said. "I finally worked it out."

Basil smiled and took his arm. "I didn't doubt you for a moment."

There were no staff in the halls on their way out, but every sound Ignis made, every door that creaked and lock that clicked, seemed to echo through the manor like cannon fire. Ignis could barely breathe by the time they made it to the wide, clipped lawns out front, and he let out a hoarse bark of laughter at the car waiting for them.

"Don't judge," Basil said. "It's a rental. Got it off a used car salesman with the worst sense of fashion this side of the Disc."

"I can imagine," Ignis said. The car was a convertible painted in garish mauve and white, with what looked like a moogle ball dangling off the end of the antenna. He threw his bag in the back seat and climbed in the side, smirking as Basil fumbled with the keys.

"Damned nuisance," Basil muttered. The engine started with a bang, and Ignis twisted round to watch the manor disappear behind the bend as they made their way down the pebbled drive and onto the streets of Tenebrae's capitol city.

Basil already had his tickets prepared at the station: two for coach, with a sleeper car they shared with a young scientist bearing what had to be at least two dozen frogs. They croaked cheerily in their containers, making conversation--and sleep--near impossible. Ignis and Basil moved to the dining car instead, where they ordered coffee and went over the plan.

"Princess Lunafreya asked for an addition to be made to the ball," Basil said, while Ignis poured the coffee. "It's a masquerade, now; With the caveat that if Noctis can find someone he prefers out of the masked members attending, the engagement needn't go through. King Regis doesn't want to see his son unhappy, so he agreed to it as a suitable compromise. The king and queen of Tenebrae..."

Ignis shook his head. "Good gods," he said. "It was like walking through a hurricane these past few weeks. No wonder. Half the staff have been taking sick leave."

"King Regis keeps chuckling during Council meetings," Basil said. "He's insufferable."

They lapsed into silence, hands wrapped around their mugs. Ignis trailed circles in the booth table with a finger, and Basil's new wrinkles doubled as his expression shifted, brows drawing together.

"I know it isn't enough," he said.

"You needn't have--" Ignis blurted, at the same time.

The train rattled and hummed as it passed into a mountain, the overhead lights rocking gently through the dark.

"You said." Basil tapped his knuckles on his mug. "You said you wanted to go to university in Lucis?"

"I did," Ignis said. "But I fear it isn't possible. When I'm seventeen, the king has the right to draft me into the army on the border, and I, well. The enrollment fees are substantial."

"But you'd have a student visa while you study there," Basil said. "You'd be exempt from the draft."

"In a perfect world," Ignis said, with a rueful smile. The train burst into the starlit woods of eastern Tenebrae, and Basil glanced out the window, tracking the blur of the canopy rising and falling alongside them.

"You're too young to be so fatalistic, Ignis," Basil said, and pulled out a much-folded square of paper. He smoothed it out and passed it to Ignis, who scanned the words, blinked hard, and tried again.

His Majesty's Insomnian University confirms the appointment of Ignis X, of Fen. Tenebrae, to take the freshman entrance exams for the school year of spring--

"Basil," he said.

"You don't have to," Basil said. "The gods alone know that your life has been a long string of others arranging your life for you, and I wouldn't want to--I simply wanted to give you the opportunity, if you desired--"

"But the application fees," Ignis said. His fingers shook as he picked up the paper.

"Don't think about those," Basil said. "Think about what you want."

Ignis' voice was as quavery as his hands. "But even if I do get in, I can't..."

"I have enough set aside," Basil said, "to see you through comfortably enough."

"Your retirement," Ignis said. The lump in his throat was back. "You said you wanted to go back to Tenebrae. Find a house."

"I did go back to Tenebrae," Basil said. He placed his hands over Ignis', stilling them. He looked to the distant trees, the stars winking through them light the countless windows of the Insomnian skyline. "It's nice enough, I suppose, but a little cold for my liking."

"You can't," Ignis said.

"What a thought," Basil said. He squeezed Ignis' fingers. "It's the least anyone would do for someone they love."

Ignis pulled his hands away and covered his face, focusing only on breathing through his fingers. Basil sighed, and the cups clattered as the booth table tilted. He kissed Ignis' forehead, as he'd done every night before bed during the brief, perfect months of Ignis' early life, while Ignis sobbed into his hands.

From: (Anonymous)
Hey it's ok, I didn't need my heart anyway! 💔

Author!anon, I want to construct an altar for this fic so I may worship it! It is perfection!

Dad-fic is always amazing and Basil is an A++ dad.
From: (Anonymous)
Wait did Basil get the car off Ardyn?!
From: (Anonymous)
Instead of evacuating Altissia like any rational person would do, someone stayed behind (handwave as necessary) and ended up capturing the main event of Ep. Ignis on their phone. It goes viral, and when Noct wakes up, Gladio and Prompto have something important to show him.
From: (Anonymous)
OP.has just died of pure joy.

Like ok I know I was all *Give me Gladnis or Ignoct or whatever you call Ignis and Cor!" But damn. Full steam ahead for the good ship Ignis/Basil. In a totally adorable platonic way, of course.

Like seriously. Can Basil just be canon please? Or at least widely-accepted fanon? I love him so much. My friggin' dude wants to give up everything he saved and dreamt about just so he can keep helping this precious cinnamon roll.

This is amazing and I cannot tell you how much I love this fic and you.
From: (Anonymous)
OP again. In my excitement I forgot to flail about shady used car salesman Ardyn!!!!

And ooooh a masquerade ball! Oooh I hope Ignis and Noct have a happy reunion! I'm so excited to see teenaged!Noct here. He was SUCH a precious bebe as a kid. I'm so excited to see how you write him older!

Ardyn/Prompto, AU Sleazy used car salesman

Date: 2018-01-14 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Ardyn as a sleazy used car salesman. Prompto is the pretty boy who's trying to buy a car, dude.

Your call on whether Prom reciprocates or not.

Ignoct - Xenogears Reincarnation AU

Date: 2018-01-14 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Spoilers for Xenogears obviously, but I couldn't help but be reminded of this because of Noctis's fate and Ignis's endless devotion and that we had the Xenogears composer on Ignis's DLC lol.

So like, I'm thinking about Ignis and Noctis having some kind of Fei and Elly deal. Soulmates across time, since the beginning. Maybe they were of different nations, stations, and genders in previous lives. But the same thing would always happen. The Astrals have other plans in mind, since Noctis is just a pawn to them, to be killed off cruelly once no longer of use. Maybe there were others who also loved Noctis in these lives. But the one constant across all these lives is Ignis, who always loved and was loved back, but was never able to save Noctis from this fate, to free themselves from the cycle of death and the gods' tyranny. Until now.

Litttle Iris beating up a bully with a plushie

Date: 2018-01-14 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Clarus and Gladio couldn't be prouder.
From: (Anonymous)
A!A here!

I am so glad you're still enjoying this! Basil was initially going to be a minor fairy godfather type of character, and then my brain went, "No, he must be a Dad," and here we are.

I am SO EXCITED about writing the ball scene, you have no idea. And admittedly, ever since I saw Ever After as a kid, I've been unable to shake the idea that Cinderella stories should always involve masquerades at some point.

AU, The thousand of deaths of Ardyn

Date: 2018-01-14 09:13 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Ardyn a thousand daemons in a meatsuit. The reason he can't be killed is because evety time he would die it only kills one daemon and the rest revive. Hypothetically, if killed enough times he'd run out of daemons and stay dead.

Noctis decides to put this to test.

Gladnis + Blind Dates

Date: 2018-01-14 09:52 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Gladio goes on a blind date, but the person he was set up with is an absolute tool. Gladio's only saving grace is that the dude at the next table is cute

Ignis is on a blind date as well (not with Gladio, someone else) and it's awful. Thank god the dude at the table next to his is cute (and it seems like he's on an awful date too)

+Gladio and Ignis ditching their respective/awful dates to go on their own date
From: (Anonymous)
A!A: It's Ardyn's one and only cameo! :D
From: (Anonymous)
A!A: Thank you! I'm glad you like it so far!

I can't keep away from the dad-fics. I just can't.

Re: Femme Fatale Ardyn

Date: 2018-01-14 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Do you have a preference for ships?

AU, Noctis goes to Garden to become SeeD

Date: 2018-01-15 12:18 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Regis dies and whoever's regent in his place decides the best the best way to raise the chosen one for his destiny is to have him be raised as a soldier so they send him the best military academy in the world - Balamb Garden.

Noctis adapts to the millitary mentality surprisingly well.

Basicly I want Noctis with a "Well a jobs a job and orders are orders even they are fucking moronic" mentality to his destiny as Chosen One.

Noctis joins the Lucian military

Date: 2018-01-15 12:37 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Noctis is eighteen and the old fogies in the Council are grumbling about how he needs to grow up and start taking his duties to his people more seriously. Noctis decides the best the way to do this, obviously, is to join the army and fight off the Nifleheim invaders.

And of course he drags his bros along with him.

Basicly I want FFXV war stories. All the bonus points if Noctis pulls crazy one man army shenanigans like that one versus trailer.

Also DNW Noctis as any sort of commander or officer. Make him work his way up the chain of command.
From: (Anonymous)
At a Citadel party, Clarus notices someone getting a bit too handsy/forward with the prince's new advisor.

He knew Ignis didn't really know many people, and the young man was obviously finding it hard to get the guy to go away, so Clarus, being 100% Dad, steps in and helps by directing Ignis towards Gladio while he shares some stern words with the other guy to keep his hands to himself or face the wrath of Regis himself

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