ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post Round Six

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From: (Anonymous)

I CANNOT SECOND THIS FAST ENOUGH!

So here for witch!Noctis. I've always kind of headcanon'd that's how the Nifs view him/his family & their connection to the Astrals.

From: (Anonymous)

D: This sounds like it would be an amazing read and dark!

From: (Anonymous)

When one of five year old Noct's regular bodyguards takes ill, Cor steps in and accompanies Noct for a couple of days. One thing that becomes glaringly obvious to Cor is the fact that his little charge is very generous. Whenever Noctis eats something, he makes sure his bodyguards do as well. And when Nocts gets something, he insists to buy something for his companions as well.

When Cor tries to discourage Noct from this ("They pay for my job, your Highness. There's no need to feed me."), Noctis is surprised and Ignis is relieved. Later on Ignis tells Cor how some members of Noct's regular security detail have startd to make the kid buy expensive items or food for them recently.

Cor is royally pissed off, so he takes matters into his own hands (and only ever thinks to inform Regis after he's done).

From: (Anonymous)

Soooo...

Two questions for you OP:

Would you be okay with Noctis/Luna/Nyx?

And would you be okay with a bunch of little ficlets as the fill? I need something to get back in the writing groove because I've been having a hell of a time getting back to some of my fics and I really want to do this one, but the parts will probably be short...

From: (Anonymous)

look I don't know what the scenario is here but someone refers to Noct as "the whore king of Lucis." (or it can be genderbend with girl Noct as the whore queen)

up to you whether it's just an insult, it's said in the heat of the moment by his sex partner, it's deserved, he's forced into prostitution by Niflheim, seriously anything

From: (Anonymous)

I kind of want this as a sacred temple prostitute thing where he symbolically serves his people by taking a new citizen partner every night.

From: (Anonymous)

I feel like I've been waiting forever for someone to call that boy "the whore of Lucis" in a fic ahaha. SECONDED! +1'd etc

From: (Anonymous)

(OP) ooh that hadn't occurred to me but YES (see this is why I made the prompt so vague lol)

From: (Anonymous)

Shit, I love this. Ritualized sex for the win.

From: (Anonymous)

But Gladio's the one giving it! Cause dat ass is like "whoa"! ;D Can be comical or serious, I don't mind either. Would more like it to not be one of the other bros(but am not wholeheartedly against them) and instead someone rarer. Nyx or maybe Cor for the lulz. Ravus? Ardyn!? Luna!!?? Gentiana!!!??? :D Can be canon verse or Au.

From: (Anonymous)

AU where Gladiolus Amicitia has been primed since the Prince's birth for his role as Advisor to Noctis and responsible for the guy's overall wellbeing, while Ignis Scientia is Prince's Shield, tasked with his protection and self-defense training.

Also they're head over heels for each other.

From: (Anonymous)

yes please!!

+100

From: (Anonymous)

Noctis goes in to Pitioss and comes out a completely new person. Every time he falls/dies, he loses a bit of himself. Be it a small memory like what his favorite pastry is or what he had for lunch, to bigger memories like meeting Ignis or remembering he is the Lucian King. Surprise, surprise, when he meets the bros outside he doesn't recognize them or trust them.

I'll leave it to you how much he still remembers when/if he comes out of Pitioss. It's also up to you if he gets his memories back.

+++Technically, if he can't remember anything, the hell that is Pitioss is all he ever knew. Noctis exhibits trauma from this.

From: (Anonymous)

Hells yes this my kind of whump!

From: (Anonymous)

I would absolutely be ok with that! :)

Thank you!

From: (Anonymous)

I wish I could insert gifs on here, because this deserves a Chris Prat on The Office excited face.

I want this so badly. Especially for that bonus.

From: (Anonymous)

I would love to read this!

From: (Anonymous)

Returning from an afternoon overseeing some of the rebuilding in the east of the city, Prompto let himself into the Royal Family’s appartments (he still couldn’t quite get his head around the fact that he lived there, let alone that he was now King Consort of Lucis and father of two) to be greeted by the sound of his youngest toddler’s sobs.

That was cause for concern immediately. Ever since Ignis and Gladio had been hit with some unbreakable spell during their final showdown with Ardyn a year ago and reduced to infants, neither of them had been inclined to cry very often. Gladio was cheerfulness personified and Ignis was so placid and shy that it was a rarity to find them in anything other than good moods. Ignis had recently had a bad cold, but even that he’d born contentedly enough.

Worriedly, Prompto hurried towards the small kitchenette. He and Noctis were attended to by the palace staff and ate in the formal dining room often, but sometimes it was nice to be able to take care of things themselves and that was what the kitchenette was for. There, he found a stressed looking Noctis kneeing beside the washing machine and trying to comfort Ignis, who was three now and had fat tears running down his chubby little cheeks.

“I promise, baby, he’ll be ok…” Noctis was saying gently, swiping a tear away with his thumb. He caught sight of Prompto and looked heartily relieved by the distraction. “Look, Daddy’s home!”

“Hey munchkin,” Prompto said, lifting Ignis into his arms for a hug. “What’s got you so upset, huh?”

“Dragon!” Ignis wailed unhappily, and buried his face in Prompto’s shoulder as his little frame shook with the force of his crying.

“Aw, sweetheart,” Prompto said sympathetically, cradling him close and rubbing his back. “Have you lost him?” Dragon – a black, stuffed cuddly dragon to be precise – was Ignis’s favourite toy and went everywhere with him day and night.

Noctis ran a weary hand through his hair and met Prompto’s eyes ruefully. “I put him in for a wash,” he said, nodding to the washing machine where Prompto could now spot the toy. “Now that Iggy’s better, I thought we’d better disinfect everything and he’d snuffled over Dragon a fair bit!”

“See, Iggy, he’ll soon be out,” said Prompto, relieved; bouncing Ignis gently in his arms. He wasn't sure how Ignis would have coped sleeping without the toy.

“But…he…can’t…breathe…in water!” Ignis sobbed in despair, at the point now where his tears were so violent he couldn’t speak fluently. “He’s not…a…fishy!”

“Baby, Dragon will be ok,” Noctis assured him desperately, coming over to kiss the top of Ignis’s head. “By the time Gladio gets home with Aunt Iris he’ll be out.”

“And remember, Iggy, dragons are magical,” Prompto hurriedly added. “Dragon’s not like any other creature, he’ll be able to breathe no problem.”

“But he’ll be dizzy!” wept Ignis plaintively, looking at the spinning washing machine where the toy was going around and around.

Prompto’s heart melted at the heartbroken tone. Bless him, Iggy was a sensitive little soul, considerate of the feelings of everything down to the bugs in the gardens – and that included his stuffed animals. Plus, he was only three. A ridiculously smart and articulate three year old, but three none the less.

“I tell you what, if he’s feeling sick, Papa will make him a potion, won’t you?” Prompto looked over to Noctis with his eyebrows raised significantly.

“Absolutely,” Noctis nodded emphatically.

“Papa! Daddy! We’re back!” Gladio’s little voice sounded in the hall and the Kings of Lucis left the kitchen to greet their eldest.

The four year old was bouncing excitedly in place while Lady Iris, Shield of the king, unzipped his thick winter coat. They’d evidently had fun at the park; Gladio’s cheeks were flushed like little red apples.

Iris usually took both kids to the park at least once a week but given Ignis’s recent illness, he’d been kept at home today. It also gave her one on one time with Gladio; she’d taken the loss of her big brother very hard indeed, struggling with the knowledge that all Gladio's memories of Clarus were gone. She doted on him all the same.

Gladio’s face fell when he saw that Ignis was crying. The kids were genuinely devoted to each other; Gladio protective and gentle with his little brother, who in turn idolised him and mimicked him in everything. “Why is Iggy crying?” he asked with a frown. “Is he sick again?”

“No, buddy,” Prompto promised, bouncing Ignis in his arms again while Noctis gave Gladio a hug and ruffled his hair. “Dragon had to go for a little swim to get him nice and clean again and Iggy was worried he’d get hurt. But he’ll be out in just a few minutes and right as rain.”

“Hey Iggy, remember, dragons are tough creatures!” Iris said comfortingly. “I’m sure your pal is having a grand old splash around, just like you when you get a bath. Gladio, why don’t you tell Ignis what we did at the park today and by the time you’ve told him, I bet Dragon will be out.”

“Come on, Iggy,” Gladio reached up to pluck at the younger boy’s foot. “You won’t believe what we found!”

“Iris, you’re a life saver!” said Noctis fervently as Prompto put Ignis down to let him trail after Gladio into the living room. “I thought he was going to make himself sick crying!”

“Well, saving your life is literally my job description!” said Iris good-humouredly. “But maybe wait till he’s out before you put that plushie in the wash in future! Poor kid looked like the world had ended.”

By the time Gladio had excitedly finished telling Ignis that not only had he and Aunt Iris watched a squirrel scurry up a tree, they’d also seen fish in the pond and Gladio had gone down the slide six times; Ignis, hanging on his every word, had calmed down and stopped crying. Noctis didn’t think he’d felt so relieved since Ardyn had died!

While his youngest was distracted, he hurriedly fetched the sodden dragon – thankfully none the worse for wear and now squeaky clean – from the washing machine and popped him beside a radiator to dry.

Not for all the fish in the ocean would he have put the plushie in the dryer!

From: (Anonymous)

a!a: YES
WHO INDEED

On a totally unrelated note that definitely has noooothing to do with "the boss'" visit, OP, how do you feel about some badwrong Ardyn and Noctis content?

From: (Anonymous)

I'm LIVING for this. So good. Noct's fear of the consequences of attempting to cry out for help, whether they succeed or not, is a detail that feels very real in the irrational/illogical logic of someone living in an abusive situation.

And I love that Gladio went back for a second round without Ignis, while Noctis thinks Gladio doesn't recognize him so he would assume the same of Ignis even though Ignis figured it out pretty quickly... Like the best chance he'd ever had at getting out came through, probably something he would have wished for too, and know he "knows" from experience that he didn't seize it so he might have no hope left to get out. Ugh. Good shit. Thank you OP.

(Also ready to feel even dirtier inside when pimp!Ardyn ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

From: (Anonymous)

OP - I would say, talk dirty to me moar hahaha badwrong ardynoct is my otp ;-)

From: (Anonymous)

sjurcjfxeth this is so sad but so hot at the same time! I'm crying over Noct convincing himself it's better if no one finds him, and also believing that Gladio and Ignis didn't recognize him.
And I'll be stoked if there's some dirtybadwrong Ardnoct! I already imagined him as the troll boss who ruined Noct's life.