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Do you want them romantic/sexual too, or just a platonic guard dog dynamic?

(OP) I'm fine either way!

Noctis had no idea what he was in for when he found the overly large brown fluff ball of a cat limping down the sidewalk by his apartment, looking so helpless and pitiful as it stared up at him with big amber eyes that had a scar running down one. It began to purr and rub up against his pant leg before stopping and pawing at him, letting out a deep meow that demanded attention. So Noctis had given in and petted the cat while also seeing if it had a collar and feeling for a microchip. It had neither, just a strange necklace. The cat flopped into his lap and began purring even louder, it’s huge paws kneading the fabric of his pants. Noct’s heart melted and he decided to bring the cat home with him. He had attempted to feed the cat some canned tuna but found he instead chose to beg for pieces of shrimp and noodles from Noct’s Ramen Cup. He would also eat the pieces of carrots offered to him, much to Noctis’ joy. Once the cat seemed like it was settled in, cleaning itself on Noct’s coffee table unabashedly and revealing that it was male, the new owner made a quick run down to a convenience store to pick up necessities that could at least get him through the night until he could go to a pet store. He did manage to get litter, a bag of treats, and a couple dangly toys but had no luck with a litter pan. So he did the next best thing and got an aluminum turkey pan. Upon returning home he was greeted by the mewling fluff ball, sharking his legs and demanding attention. It was nice. For the next couple of days, things have gone quite well despite the cat seemingly not using his litterbox yet Noct doesn’t find nor smell any evidence of his waste. Plus there have been times where Noctis would wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of the cat plodding around his house, it being so loud and heavy he thought a person had broken in. But other than that Noct was greatly enjoying his new companion; with his rumbling purrs, huge cat beans that Noct likes to poke at when the cat is lazing, and how he likes to lovingly bump his head against his owner’s before giving him a tickling tongue bath. But then as Noctis awoke that fateful morning, he immediately knew something was off, way off. The cat, after tearing through his house at light speed chasing something Noct couldn’t see, had nestled himself up against his owner and fallen asleep. Now though, it wasn’t a big ball of brown fur cuddled up against him, but a very large and very naked man. Noctis still denies he screams like a girl.

“Dude, chill out, it’s me.” the large naked man says with a grin.

Noctis narrows his eyes at the intruder and holds his bat tighter. Although he does take notice of the scar across the man’s eye and the color of said eye. “There is no way you’re my cat. So you better explain yourself before my bat meets your skull.”

“Geez, hold on a minute.” the man grunts out.

He stretches himself before taking hold of the necklace, it shimmering brightly and engulfing him. Once the light fades, there sits the large fluffy brown cat. Noct stares in bewilderment, brain trying to compute what he has just witnessed. His cat, was actually a man, a cat-man.

“Well, shit.” Noct says and drops the bat, scratching at the back of his head. “This is uhh, something.”

The man changes back, sprawling out without a care that his privates are out in full view. “So, should probably introduce myself so you don’t just keep referring to me as ‘Big Boy’, names Gladio and as you just saw, I’m a Ailuranthrope.”

“Uh?” Noctis mumbles out, eyebrow raised and mouth agape.

“It’s a long boring ass story, but basically, it’s a family curse. I’ll explain more later, but for now,” Gladio says, lips curling into a grin as he pats the bed. “your hair’s a mess, let me fix it.”

“What!? Hell no!”

“What’s the problem, you let me do it before, you even laughed and enjoyed it.” he says, slowly slinking off the bed.

“That was when you were a cute fluffy cat, not a giant naked man.” Noct snaps, face turning a deep red after he unintentionally looked the man up and down, seeing how built he is and that he has a tattoo. “No! Bad cat, man, thing!” he says and moves away as the man tries to snatch him up.

“Aww, come on, just let me groom you.” the man purrs lowly and backs the smaller man up against the wall.

“Damnit! I said NO! Listen to your owner!”

“Phst, silly human, don’t you know” Gladio says, grinning broadly as he closes in. “I’m a cat, so I own you.”

Noct attempts to jump away but is snatched up by strong arms and dragged back to the bed. He continues to fight to get free, more so when the man sits down and pulls him onto his bare lap.

“Eww, oh gods stop.” Noctis retches out as a sandpapery tongue licks up the side of his face into his hairline.

The man doesn’t relent and persists with his imposed cleaning of his human, licking trails across his black locks a few times before smoothing it with his hand. Noct continues to grimace and groan with displeasure at what feels like a hard bristled brush is being dragged against his flesh, but then notices something odd, and kind of endearing. The cat-man thing, Gladio, was purring loudly. So he decides to push back his displeasure and allows him to continue, knowing that if he doesn’t put up a fight it will be over quicker. Gladio drags his barbed tongue across the man’s hair a few more times before cupping his chin and turning his face so he can have access to his other side. He licks quick patches across Noct’s cheek, the smaller man slightly snickering at the feeling and the rumbling coming from the loud purring, before moving up his forehead and into his hair. But for whatever reason, Gladio moves down Noctis’ sideburns towards his ear and gives it a quick nip.

“Hey hey! Bad!” Noct snaps and shoves him away finally. He rubs at his throbbing ear and glares at the naked man whose amber eyes are blown out. “You do not bite, that hurt.”

Gladio looks down in shame and rubs the side of his face. “Sorry, I uh, got a little too into it.”

Noctis huffs and folds his arms, looking away from him before glancing back and seeing big amber eyes staring at him sadly. He grunts annoyedly and turns away, but slowly looks back and sighs while reaching out to give a stroke to the man’s long thick hair. Gladio nuzzles into the touch, eyes half lidding and him kneading into his legs as his loud purring starts up again. Things settle down a bit after a while, with Gladio explaining more about himself and the two making agreements on how things will proceed from now on since Noct couldn’t heart tossing the cat-man out. So now whenever the large man is in his human form, he is expected to wear clothing and not parade around naked, but half-asses this by just wearing pants. In exchange for this, Noct permits Gladio to groom him twice a day, once in the morning and the other before bed and it’s to never go below the neck. Noctis was still a bit perturbed by this but slowly began to accept the act especially after he learns it’s one of the ways cats show affection. Plus he finds it oddly cute for a six foot six muscled man to act so docile and purr as he nuzzles him.

“Hey, hurry up.” Gladio huffs from where he sits on the couch.

“Give me a second, geez.”

Noct walks over slowly, tapping away at his phone and smirking slightly at the annoyed growl the man lets out. As soon as he gets into range, Gladio snatches him around the waist and pulls the younger man onto his lap, rubbing his face into soft black locks. Noctis just relaxes himself into the large and warm mass, continuing to play on his phone as Gladio gets to work. He slowly glides his tongue from the base of Noct’s jawline, up to mid cheek then moving back to his jaw and licking another patch. The loud purring starts as Gladio continues to lap at his human, turning his head slightly so he can lick his chin. He places his hand under Noctis’ jaw, tilting it back so he has access to his neck and begins to drag his tongue against the soft skin. A soft giggle escapes from the younger man’s lips at the sensation, but then he bites his lip and blushes as a more sensitive spot is touched. It would seem Gladio took notice of this since he licks across the same spot again, this time slower and making Noct’s breath hitch. But the older man then moves on to another spot, knowing better than to push his luck by teasing the younger man.

“All right, I’m finished with your left side.”

Noctis shifts himself to face the other way and Gladio gets immediately back to work giving him a tongue bath. The smaller man decides to put his phone down finally, closing his eyes and letting himself be swathed in the warmth of the others vibrating body, along with the sensation of the rough tongue against his flesh. Then one of Noct’s favorite parts of the ordeal starts up, with Gladio gently kneading his large hands against the other’s thigh and back. The purring grows even louder as the brunette licks quick strips across Noctis’ cheek, who lets out a contented sigh from the strangely soothing gesture of affection from the large cat-man. But the older man becomes too enthralled again with his grooming and licks across the other’s lips, him recoiling back in surprise. Gladio’s eyes go wide, pink tongue partially peeking out from between his lips, and waits for the coming reprimand. But Noct just snorts before chuckling bemusedly, then pokes at the protruding organ that quickly disappears.

“Your little tongue was poking out, that’s so cute.”

Gladio smiles as his eyes half-lids, starting up his purring again as he nuzzles his face up against his owner’s. He then resumes licking across Noctis’ forehead and up into his hairline, being careful to not get the man’s eyes when he laps across his brows. While the situation is still extremely weird and the two still have some minor issues, Noct is glad he stumbled across the large cat-man and greatly enjoys these moments of affection.

not even my ship but this was adorable as all hell. also: “Phst, silly human, don’t you know” Gladio says, grinning broadly as he closes in. “I’m a cat, so I own you.” truer words were never fucking spoken lmao

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*raises hand tentatively* Op, do you have any preferences or squicks for how the deed goes down? Stabbed to death, bludgeoned, strangled, snapped neck, etc.

Hell yes! Love VI! And I'm glad someone else noticed the Bio-Blaster comparisons.

that was cute :D

I’ve read fics where people taunt Noct with the idea of the guys hearing him while he’s being raped (and getting turned on by it).

So I’d like to see a fic from the guys POV, separated by Noct but still able to hear everything going on.

My preferences is a scenario where Noct does NOT “enjoy” what’s happening and they’re hearing him crying and screaming etc.

But, I am not opposed to the more embarrassing scenario where he’s experiencing fixed pleasure and the guys are mortified on his behalf (and maybe guiltily turned on, a little bit).

*forced pleasure

Oh someone please please fill this

OP, you can't say that and then NOT post links to aforementioned fics. :P

So gladio has great stamina. Stupid stamina. God like stamina even. So when he’s in the right mood, he can fuck prom right through his orgasms, holding out until prom is limp and drooling after having come so many times.

And because prom is so much smaller gladio has no problem grabbing the limp boy and bouncing him in his lap to chase his own orgasm.

No edging, just gladio holding out and making prom come on his cock as many times as possible.

I vote for gladio being bro B, maybe established relationship but gladio is HELLA UNCOMFY BOTTOMING. Maybe noct comes but gladio can’t because none of this was good for him, so ardyn takes over nocts place?

OP - These are more Ardyn trying to get into Noct’s head by insinuating that his friends are attracted to him and secretly want to bang him, but...

The Price by ivorydice

and think of Lucis by introductory

Basically I’m looking for the other side of the “if they could see/hear you now...” badwrong coin ;-)

Cor fucking Regis full of cum and then Clarus eating it out of him. Bonus if Regis is in Cor's lap, and Cor has his legs spread for Clarus.

I'm fine with them being in any age range as long as (if they're younger) Cor is over 18. ~~if it helps, I imagined them when Regis and Clarus were in their 30's, but seriously go for anything.~~

angst please +100000

OP: Any of those sound good to me!

Oooohhhh, I would love to see a Noctis willing to do this.

Seconded!

Fair warning: this is heavy on the hurt and light on the comfort. Iggy and Prom are here but most of the action is inside Gladio's head, which is not a fun place to be.

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He waited until well after the funeral, at least. There was no reason to make everyone worry by sneaking away.

If he did it right, no one would know. People would figure that he was ashamed of the tattoo now, when he started wearing long-sleeved shirts all the time, and they’d be mostly right.

He packed simply for the trip. None of the fluff that Noctis had demanded to keep them comfortable on the road. A bedroll, enough energy bars for a week, some flint and steel, a well-stocked first-aid kid.

And an iron brand.

—

Some traditions belonged to the Lucis Caelums. Having Shields, for example.

Some traditions were part of both families. The tattoo itself was one of those. Gladio and Noctis, together, had decided how large it would be. Noctis wanted people to see it. Gladio wanted to prove just how much he was willing to give for his king.

Some traditions were just for the Amicitias. This one hadn’t been invoked for a good three hundred years.

Twelve generations of Gladio’s ancestors, and seven before that, and almost twenty before that hadn’t needed to participate.

Just him, here at the end of the line.

—

The first hiss of hot steel against flesh felt cold. Gladio had been hit by enough fire spells to know that it would. Cold was good; it meant the nerves had died off, and maybe the rest would hurt less.

It stopped feeling cold very quickly. Gladio barely had the brand pressed to his skin for a second before the heat started to sink in. He ripped it away, taking skin with it, and shoved it back in the fire to glow red again.

His arm fucking hurt, but he ignored it. If he was going to start whining now, he’d never get through any of this, and that was a shame that he could not bear.

—

All through the long night, he told himself it was okay that he was still here, because his King still had a world to come back to. He couldn’t protect Noctis where he had gone, but he would come back. Gladio would be ready to step right in and be used again.

When the sun rose, he knew he’d failed at even that simple task.

—

The first night was hard. He couldn’t sleep, between the fresh burns and the old thoughts. He hadn’t mourned yet. That first night, he did.

There were birds in the trees as the sun went down, but by the time it rose again, they’d all flown away in the face of Gladio’s unrestrained sobs.

It exhausted him so much that he didn’t even think that morning. There was wood to be chopped, and a fire to be stoked, and food and water to choke down so he didn’t succumb to shock. He did it all mechanically, and the first real thought he had came as he reached out to lift the brand to his back.

It was, I’m glad Noct isn’t around to see me like this.

And then he had to laugh for a while, before he could get back to his work.

—

You couldn’t treat a shield like a sword.

A sword had to go out into the world to be of use. If the pointy end never hit anybody else, why even bother to carry it? If you didn’t keep it clean and sharp, how was it going to do its job?

A shield could be one giant dent and it could still protect you. It didn’t have to go anywhere. Just had to stay between you and your enemies, until they gave or it did.

Noctis never really got the hang of using his tools as intended.

—

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Prompto told him.

Gladio shrugged. It was a bad move. The new scabs on his right shoulder, the easiest place for him to reach with the brand, cracked and split as he did it. He tried not to wince.

Prompto stood, hands outstretched, not quite touching. “What do you need?”

“Not potions,” Gladio told him. “Water. Antiseptic. More firewood.”

Prompto’s face twisted but he obeyed. Firewood first, building up the base of the fire, with all the biggest logs. Gladio couldn’t move those anymore. He should’ve chopped them down more before he started, but he didn’t realize how bad it was going to be.

Prompto took the brand and shoved it in the bucket, hissing and spitting steam, before he went off for more water. Gladio hoped it wasn’t going to crack now. Coming out here once was bad enough. Coming here twice might require more willpower than he had left.

Prompto came back and immediately knelt down next to Gladio, pulling out antiseptic wipes, exclaiming over some of the deeper burns. Gladio rested his hands on his knees and left him to it. The antiseptic stung, but it hurt less than new wounds. And he really didn’t want this to get infected.

“Are you gonna explain any of this?” Prompto asked, somewhere around Gladio’s lower back. “Because from where I’m sitting it looks like you’re doing some kind of fucked-up penance, and I’m not super into letting my friends self-harm. Especially all on their own a full day’s walk out of town. I almost didn’t find you.”

Gladio just grunted. Talking was a distraction he didn’t have strength for.

“It wasn’t your fault, Gladio. It wasn’t any of our faults. Noct got caught up in something way bigger than any of us, okay? There was nothing you could’ve done.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Gladio hissed through clenched teeth. “Doesn’t matter what I could’ve done.”

“Noct went willingly, remember? Because he wanted the world to carry on. Noct wanted us to carry on. This isn’t… he wouldn’t have wanted you to hurt yourself.”

Gladio heaved air through lungs that didn’t want to fill. “Not Noct’s call anymore.”

—

Gladio used to look up at the empty endless night sky and dream of being with his king again. He’d do better. He must have sworn it a thousand, five thousand times. Any more sacrifices that had to be made, Gladio would make them.

His king would never hurt again. None of the rest of them would either.

Gladio had to face a lot of things about himself, after the dawn, and one was that he couldn’t keep an oath to save someone else’s life.

—

Ignis didn’t say anything at all.

He showed up not long after Prompto, with his own first aid kit and a few precious potions. He almost tried to break one of those over Gladio’s back, but Gladio talked him out of it in time.

“Don’t bother. It would be a waste.” His back, his chest, his ribs all the way around were all a mess of open, oozing wounds, his skin crackling when he twisted.

“I shan’t.” Ignis was all business. Triage. That was what he was good at, making sure that what had to be done, was done, and what didn’t, was left for later. Triage and planning and knowing a hundred thousand things. And taking care of his king.

Gladio wasn’t good at any of that stuff. He had one job to Ignis’s hundred. Maybe he should have branched out more.

Ignis touched his skin, briefly and politely. Gladio hurt too much to even wince. Ignis was kind enough not to mention his pained whine.

“I apologize for intruding on this,” he said.

“Don’t. Jus’ don’t tell Iris. I don’t mind you knowing, but her…”

“She will never know from me.”

Prompto came back from getting more water and did the antiseptic wipes again. Then Ignis helped him stoke the fire. The two of them sat at either side of Gladio and held silent vigil while he did his final duty.

Gladio wouldn’t let them heat the brand, though, or touch it to his skin. Some things a man had to do for himself.

—

They taught Shields - Gladio’s dad taught him - that you couldn’t do it for them. The King had a weight to carry; the Shield could clear the way, but the King had to carry that weight on his own. And you had to remember: a shield was a burden, in and of itself.

Gladio should have taught his King to trust his shield. He spent so damn long teaching him how to use every other weapon under the sun. But Noctis couldn’t ever get the balance of his weight in his hand.

Noctis was dead. At the last, he hadn’t raised his shield.

Gladio would probably always wonder if he had tried.

—

When he reached the eagle’s face, curled over his chest, he wavered. Could remember, years and years ago, Noct’s long fingers not quite touching the ink that would soon set Gladio apart from the rest of the Guard. He rolled the brand in his fingers, its tip in the coals of the fire, postponing the last few burns.

He cleared his throat. “You two leave.”

Prompto stopped pacing back and forth across the campsite. He hadn’t spoken for the last few hours, but instantly, he cried out. “We’re not leaving you here!”

“It would be unwise,” Ignis added.

Gladio shook his head. “Not what I meant. Give me ten minutes. I gotta finish it on my own.”

They hesitated, but melted away into the trees, Ignis saying, “Ten minutes exactly.”

The memory of Noct reached out to him again, adolescent awkwardness overlaid with a man’s grace in Gladio’s jumbled head.

The iron touched down. Noctis’s fingers finally met the ink.

The tears running down Gladio’s face weren’t from the pain.

—

Later, Prompto would tell Gladio he envied him. How he had a way to show his grief. His ugly scars, the remnants of the symbol of his pride and duty, were an obvious marker of what he’d survived.

Gladio didn’t have the heart to tell him that a Shield always died with his king.

That bonus is the best!

Seconded!

Ooooh, it's been awhile since I was on kinkmeme, but I can't believe I missed this!!

+10000

OUCH this is gorgeous and so beautifully painful!

oh man oh golly jeez louise i said i was done wanting bad things to happen to noct but here i am seconding this to infinity (well mainly the forced enjoyment version because shame and denial and humiliation ohhhh mannnn)

+10000000000000000

OP - omg Me too honestly, except I get such bad second-hand embarrassment I don't know if I'd be able to read that from outside POV haha (but otherwise, yasss)

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Prompt Post Round Six

Re: Noctis/Gladio, not quite puppy play but dog stuff?

Re: Noctis/Gladio, not quite puppy play but dog stuff?

Fill GladNoct, grooming

Re: Fill GladNoct, grooming

Re: Fill: Ignis/Prompto, undercover as owner/slave, 10/?

Re: Teen Gladio kills kidnapper

Re: Any, A different Prince!Prompto (FFVI cross)

Re: Fill GladNoct, grooming

The guys have to listen to Noct getting raped

Re: The guys have to listen to Noct getting raped

Re: Clarus/Gladio incest

Re: The guys have to listen to Noct getting raped

Gladio/Prompto - Oversensitivity

Re: Noct/any, forced non-con

Re: The guys have to listen to Noct getting raped

Cor/Regis/Clarus, barebacking and cum eating

Re: Gladio self harms

Re: Teen Gladio kills kidnapper

Re: AU, The thousand of deaths of Ardyn

FILL: Gladio - Duty and sacrifice

Re: Ardyn building Pitioss

Re: Waiting for Noctis outside Pitioss

Re: FILL: Gladio - Duty and sacrifice

Re: The guys have to listen to Noct getting raped

Re: The guys have to listen to Noct getting raped