Prompt Post Round Six
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Teen Gladio kills kidnapper
Date: 2018-01-16 05:45 pm (UTC)+Gladio no older than 15.
+Kidnapper is nearly successful.
+Noct witnesses the whole thing.
Re: Fill 13/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-16 05:50 pm (UTC)/cheering for this fic
Re: Fill 13/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-16 05:57 pm (UTC)OMG THIS IS SO YESSSSS!
I love Ignis helping to rescue his own damn self. YES SON YOU GOT THIS!
Also Luna you are relatable AF running with your heels off. Preach. Reason #364 why I love her so much in this.
Noctis/Prompto: Noctis is assumed Beta but is an Alpha
Date: 2018-01-16 06:23 pm (UTC)He never once went into rut either so it made it even more evident that yes, he's indeed a beta
Until Prompto goes into heat when they're hanging out alone together
And his heat triggers Noctis’s rut
+Noctis is so confused why he feels so different than normal, more dominant, and oh, does Prompto smell so good
+Prompto still thinks Noctis is a beta so it's not like he'll get bred or anything like, right?
+Noctis is not how he usual is. More forceful, demanding, teasing, and Prompto loves every minute of it
+Noctis’s s knot forms and they both freak out because holy shit only Alphas are suppose to knot but they're both also too far gone to really care and it feels so good
+Accidental breeding. Does not have to include mpreg but maybe a discussion of plan B pills/contraceptive
+Noctis having to embarrassingly telling everyone that he's actually an alpha by telling him that he and Prompto had heat/rut sex
Re: GladNoct, grooming
Date: 2018-01-16 06:24 pm (UTC)Re: GladNoct, grooming
Date: 2018-01-16 06:38 pm (UTC)Re: Teen Gladio kills kidnapper
Date: 2018-01-16 06:58 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 13/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-16 07:10 pm (UTC)Fill 14/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-16 07:11 pm (UTC)They never talked about the bone-deep exhaustion that crashed over one without warning, leading to an unsteady, shuffling parade of yawns and creaking bones.
They never talked about fear.
Ignis stood before the silent, wary crowd gathered in the pavilion, hands clasped together behind his back, too aware of the vague, faraway look on the king of Tenebrae's face. King Regis, holding court in his formal suit, Cor Leonis at his back, looked stony and grim.
Behind him, Noctis gave Ignis a pained grimace.
"We find ourselves in a curious position," King Regis said. "As we have gathered upon investigating the disturbance this evening, it has been found that this young man bears no formal paperwork, no proof of identification or, indeed, homeland. Can anyone here make a claim on the man standing before us now?"
It was not the kindest thing he could have done. Ignis could see it in the way the queen's eyes went wide, in the pallor of her cheeks and the curl of her fingers. She could not claim him as hers in front of a crowd of the Lucian upper-class. But she could, Ignis realized, claim him as one of her staff. All she needed to say was that he was a foundling child, a servant at the manor, the son of a soldier long dead in the endless war. Then Ignis would go back to Tenebrae, where the king's soldiers awaited him, and pray his magic could see him through a second time.
Her gaze met his. She'd always been unreadable, too lofty for Ignis to touch, but now, Ignis could see her mind as easily as though she were speaking in his ear.
This was goodbye. The final farewell to a child she could never truly embrace, never raise, never call to as she had with Ravus and Luna. In her silence, she was finally letting him go.
"I claim him." That was Basil, dressed in his work uniform, stepping out from a line of attendants. "I found him as a child, alone on the steps of the Citadel. I claim him."
There was a long, breathless silence.
"Well," King Regis said. "I suppose that will have to do. Ignis Scientia."
Ignis' breath hitched. If this was how policy was done, with a nod of the head and a word from the king, he had a sudden, pressing desire to flee to the desert. "Y-yes, your majesty?"
King Regis' stone face slipped just a moment, enough for his eyes to crinkle in the soft smile Ignis remembered. "Do you have an objection to this claim?"
"No, your majesty," Ignis said.
King Regis nodded. "Well, then. I see no reason why the child of Basil Scientia should not marry my son. In time," he added, and his smile flickered again. "When you're older."
Ignis bowed. Before he could straighten, Luna skipped up to his side, drawing him upright so she could squash his cheeks together in front of the entire Lucian court. Gladio let out a strangled sort of cough, and Noct squeaked.
"'nk oo," Ignis said, through pursed lips. Luna stood on tiptoe to kiss his forehead.
"There is, however," King Regis said, in a voice so cold that Luna's smile froze on her lips, "the troubling matter of the attempted abduction of my son's fiancé, the future prince-consort of Lucis."
Ignis, Luna, Ravus, and Noctis all looked to the king of Tenebrae, who stood still as a wooden statue, refusing to look in Ignis' direction. The queen caught the heat of their stares, and turned to her husband with a troubled frown.
"Rest assured, this matter will not be forgotten. But tonight is for my son. For now, it is his wishes that I will honor."
"Then I have one," Noct said, lurching forward to take Ignis' hand. "Now that it's over."
"Anything you like," King Regis said.
Noct smiled.
---
"Well," Ignis said, thirty minutes later. "This is one way to celebrate a birthday."
Noct snorted, and tacked the line of his fishing rod, jiggling a golden lure across the water. He sat on the end of the dock behind the royal gardens, his fine trousers rolled up to the knee, jacket draped over a post a few yards off. There were Crownsguard pacing the border of the garden, little lights bobbing through rose bushes and marsh grass, but the two of them were, for all intents and purposes, alone on the dock.
Tomorrow, there would be inquiries. There would be long discussions with the Crownsguard, questions made, lies told, names rewritten. And then there would be dinner with Basil, and a night in his own bed, in an apartment that was still home after a decade apart.
But now, with Noctis' hands on the reel and Ignis' bare feet making ripples in the pond, there was just this. Just them, watching stars shift and warp over the surface of the water, shoulders pressed together, Ignis' hand kneading through Noct's hair.
Just two boys, and the stars, and the silence of a new world unfolding before them, bright and vast and wonderful.
-----
One more part to go!
Re: Fill 14/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-16 07:22 pm (UTC)Damn. Just damn. Getting me in all of the feels here, nonny.
Noctis; “Blue Blood”
Date: 2018-01-16 07:43 pm (UTC)Scenes which sound lovely:
- Noctis blushing. Ignis and Gladio were always used to the fact he doesn’t blush red, but when Prompto first saw it, he freaked out. “That’s so cool, dude!”
- Feverish flushes, aroused flushes.
+ Not only the Lucian royal family has differently-coloured blood, but the Tenebraean one as well.
+ Ravus became a nearly perfectly meticulous swordsman by the time he joined the Nifflheim army, intent on not allowing any of them to draw blood from him and be reminded of who he is.
Re: Fill 14/? Re: Gladio/Ignis or Ignis/Noctis - Cinderella AU
Date: 2018-01-16 07:56 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Alternate Event... [1a/?]
Date: 2018-01-16 08:21 pm (UTC)Re: AU, MTs look human
Date: 2018-01-16 09:11 pm (UTC)Re: AU, MTs look human
Date: 2018-01-16 09:19 pm (UTC)Noct has a shitty immune system
Date: 2018-01-16 09:57 pm (UTC)Re: Teen Gladio kills kidnapper
Date: 2018-01-16 09:58 pm (UTC)Caligo/Ignis + Car Bondage & Kidnapping
Date: 2018-01-16 10:07 pm (UTC)+The bros catch up and find the car Ignis is in because Ardyn left the window open, so the bros see Ignis
++The car bondage part was inspired by a piece of art kaciart did on tumblr but i can't fid it for reference sorry
Fill: Ignis/Prompto, undercover as owner/slave, 6/?
Date: 2018-01-16 10:24 pm (UTC)Thankfully, after extricating his sagging body from the bondage rack, Ignis had allowed him to kneel against the side of his chair. Prompto pressed into it at an uncomfortable angle, leaning slightly to keep his stinging backside off the ground or the backs of his heels. Unfortunately, they still faced the stage where Ignis had - had spanked him, in front of a ring of onlookers.
And the man whose suggestion it was hadn't been kidding when he said it was only a warm-up. Prompto kept his eyes down, but he could still hear the sounds of whoever took a turn with the scene. He wondered if he had sounded anything like that. He couldn't remember. The party had transformed somehow. The lights no longer seemed as bright as before. Looming on all sides, the fully-dressed men who surrounded him in their expensive suits seemed tall as giants. The other slaves' costumes had seemed at best kind of hot, at worst a weird indulgence, but now Prompto found himself consumed by the knowledge that he couldn't take it off.
Under the skintight fabric, his skin crawled with his own silence. He occasionally caught glimpses of the other activities of the men in the spotlit area. His heart hadn't stopped racing since the moment he dropped that drink.
But Prompto had been sitting at Ignis's side for a long time. The party had gradually but surely died down, and as Prompto shifted slightly in position, wincing as he bumped his ass, another of Ignis's group bid farewell and walked away.
Ignis's touch hadn't left him for more than a moment since the beating. Now as Ignis stood he felt a slight tug against his leash, which had dangled forgotten from his collar all night.
Ignis had whispered something to him when he collected him from the rack, an apology, he assumed, but Prompto had been blinking back tears and dizzy from shock, in pain, half-hard and terrified that he'd be turned around for the crowd and noticed. Then Ignis had made him crawl, not walk, to the chair, just like at dinner. Prompto wasn't positive he'd have been able to stand either way.
Their target didn't touch him again, didn't even stick around to see him brought down; he'd vanished somewhere between the fifth and eighth blows and didn't reappear until Ignis had both started and ended several sensitive conversations at the armchairs. The guy had been milking his cohort of Niff bigshots for gossip all night with no contact, so when Besithia seemed to spring up out of nowhere, Prompto witnessed just an instant of hesitation in Ignis's next step, before he flicked his wrist and jerked Prompto's leash roughly without warning.
Prompto choked and stumbled forward. Then he caught himself, and bowed at the waist to Besithia, hoping that would seem sufficiently deferent. Their target spoke to Ignis.
"I was just looking for you," Besithia said. Somehow his voice sounded even more nasally than before. Prompto tried to think of what he'd say about it if they ran into this guy on the battlefield. Like nails on a chalkboard. Prompto could feel the man's eyes on him even as he addressed Ignis. The leather band around his neck felt tighter and tighter as he struggled to squeeze out slow, even breaths. Oh, gods. He'd forgotten the reason they were at the party in the first place.
"Research Chief," Ignis said. "Thank you for your earlier demonstration. I apologize for this one's behavior."
"No trouble," Besithia said. His beard stuck out every which way in dry white tufts against the midnight blue of his formal robe and suit. "I have come now to collect the boy."
"I rather assumed you had lost interest," Ignis replied, keeping the leash tight in his hand. Prompto allowed himself the slimmest stirring of hope.
"Nonsense. Did you think so little of my enthusiasm last night?"
"I can arrange for more orderly entertainment, just as well-suited to your tastes."
Besithia's slimy tone turned brittle. "What are you insinuating, Tenebraean?"
"Only my own embarassment, I'm afraid." Ignis's voice rumbled down Prompto's spine. His fist remained resolutely shut. Prompto wanted to shake the leash, tug his sleeve, something, but remained impassive as a potted plant. His ass still throbbed against the tugging material of his shorts. Iggy, back off. He was going to blow their cover if he kept this up.
Besithia held out his hand imperiously.
Ignis stared at it, almost incredulously, but handed Prompto's leash over. He pressed the slender strap of leather into Besithia's outstretched palm, and with careful deliberation, retracted his hand and bowed.
Witnessing this brattish exchange from the eye of the storm, Besithia seemed nothing more than any of the impotent, middle-aged, nasty customers to which Prompto had ever sold a burger. This tantrum was already a far cry from the chatty, sadistic showman of just hours before. But of course, that had been in front of a crowd. Now, they stood alone before him.
Prompto wondered which Besithia he'd be expected to kneel for shortly, behind closed doors. And whether Ignis was considering the same thing.
"Off you go, then," Ignis said. He pressed his fingers into the small of Prompto's back, pushing him forward. Prompto stood before Besithia, who had snatched up the leash as soon as Ignis released his grip.
"Thank you, young man," Besithia said. "I'll have him returned to your door when time's up."
"Enjoy your evening, with my compliments." Ignis spoke in a low voice. "Should you need anything, remember that I am only a phone call away."
Besithia seemed to drag out each interaction as the man said his goodbyes, pulling the leash without a thought. More than a few guests commented on his new attachment.
Prompto found his head turned this way and that for the amusement of Besithia's companions, his teeth and lips poked and prodded at. They spoke to the only woman in real clothes Prompto had seen all night, who waved aside Besithia's invitation to touch and said she "didn't care for them so old," her mouth pursed in sour disapproval. One man even gave his still-tender butt a smack, which surprised from him a sharp yelp. Prompto practically shook in relief when at last, Besithia waved his personal slave over from the wall and announced his retirement.
A few of the guests raised their drinks to the host. When they passed the group closest to the door, Prompto caught a glimpse of a familiar pair of shoes. He knew without looking that Ignis's eyes had followed them every step of the way.
(Spoilers) Cor takes a hit for Noctis because they're lovers
Date: 2018-01-16 10:24 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Ignis/Prompto, undercover as owner/slave, 5/?
Date: 2018-01-16 10:28 pm (UTC)I really appreciate the thoughtfulness of your comment. Yes, looks like our guys are in for a bit of trouble. ( >:) ) And that's how it often is, isn't it? The idea of something is a lot less complicated than in reality. Even when it's in fanfiction for pure fantasy purposes.
Thanks for reading!
Re: Fill: Ignis/Prompto, undercover as owner/slave, 1a/?
Date: 2018-01-16 10:34 pm (UTC)I totally missed this comment! Thank you. Objectification is one of my personal favorites, too, so we should definitely be seeing more of that. Thanks for reading.
Re: Fill: Ignis/Prompto, undercover as owner/slave, 6/?
Date: 2018-01-16 10:40 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Ignis/Prompto, undercover as owner/slave, 6/?
Date: 2018-01-16 10:44 pm (UTC)>:)
Re: Fill: Post-Game Suicidal Ignis and Recovery
Date: 2018-01-16 10:48 pm (UTC)