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Prompt Post Round Six

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A!An: Because there's a sad lack of them so far this round, I gave this prompt a whack. ;D

Noctis lets out a frustrated whine when he looks at the name coming across his phone, knowing he has to answer it or else in five minutes a dozen guards will be knocking down his front door to assure he is all right. But at the moment he doesn’t want to talk, nor stop what it is he’s doing. And what he is doing is getting smashed by his large lover for the first time in a week due to their busy schedules.

“You gonna answer, uh, that?” Gladio grunts out, rolling his hips in a way that makes his Prince gasp sharply.

“I, I guess.” Noctis whimpers out and grabs his phone.

“Should I stop?” his Shield asks as he slows his movements.

“Don’t you dare.” he hisses through his teeth and slams his hips back against the other.

“All right, but if we get caught, it’s all on you.” Gladio snorts and takes hold of Noctis’ hips, keeping his pace going as the younger man answers his phone.

“Hey Ignis, what’s up.” he says, keeping his composure up despite still being fucked from behind.

“Took you long enough to answer, I was growing concerned.”

Noct rolls his eyes and goes to respond but stops as he clasps a hand over his mouth, almost letting a soft moan escape his lips as Gladio runs a hand up his back and slowly rakes his nails back down as he continues rocking his hips.

“So what do you w, want?”

”There's a meeting coming up that you are expected to attend. You and I will need to set up a mock meeting so that you may practice how to act and what to say.”

“Ah,” Noct gasps out but quickly regains himself again. “I see. Yeah, that uh sounds like a good ide-ah.”

“Noct, are you alright? You don’t sound well. Shall I come over to check on you?”

“No, no no. I’m fine. Just getting some light cl, cleaning done.” he says and bites his lip, tears welling in his eyes as Gladio picks up his pace.

He presses his face into the mattress and softly pants as Ignis continues explaining the upcoming events, until Gladio drags him halfway off the bed and pounds into him. Noct lets out a sharp gasp, immediately regretting it for it sends the man on the phone into a tizzy.

“Why did you just gasp? Are you sure you are all right? I can help you clean if you need me too.”

“I stubbed my toe. So please, please don’t worry.” he grunts out and again covers his mouth, only to get the hand yanked back by Gladio and used as leverage in his thrusting. “Keep going.”

“Noct, I’m serious. I know I got on you about doing your own chores, but I don’t want you to get hurt in the process.”

“I’m fine.” Noctis manages out before letting out a soft cry that causes the man on the other end to start having a mini panic attack. “Gods, I’m fine, don’t worry.” he says and then softly pants as Gladio stops momentarily, carefully flipping Noct onto his back and lifting his hips off the bed before resuming his act. The Prince throws his head back in a silent scream, tears streaming down his face from feeling so much pleasure. “Ah, ah, anything else?”

The man on the other end goes quite briefly, but then resumes speaking. “Would you like me to bring you over anything to eat later?”

“Nnh, no I’m good. T, thanks Iggy.” he says and lets out a soft pant.

“Very well, good day Noct.”

“Bye Igs.” Noctis says and ends the call, tossing the phone aside and allowing himself to be vocal again.

But the buzzing of another phone stops them, this time being Gladio’s and making the man groan.

“I’m not answering it.” he says and takes a cheeky look. “Unlike you, I don’t have a kink about being potentially caught having sex.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.” Noctis commands and moans deeply as he grabs his cock, stroking it and letting out a deep cry.

But the phone continues to buzz obnoxiously, finally getting on the large man’s nerves to where he stops momentarily to retrieve it, eliciting a whine from his lover. Gladio looks down at the screen and purses his lips before looking slightly mortified and getting a concerned look from Noct.

“What’s it say?”

“Enjoy yourself while you can, bastard, you will be losing it later.” Gladio reads and winces. “Shit, he knows.”

“Well,” Noctis says, smiling coyly and rubbing his foot against his lover’s abdomen. “at least we can finish up now without being bothered.”

Gladio glowers at him. "This was your idea and you will fix this when he tries to assault me."

Noctis chuckles and leans forward to grab his lover's face, pulling him into a deep kiss. Both of their phones begin to ring this time, them looking in horror when they see their Father’s names flash across the screen, knowing it's futile to continue now.

Maybe when they’re teenagers they’re sent out on a camping/survival trip, to test Gladio’s ability to protect Noct and just as a general ~bonding~ experience (and by “out” I mean one of the forests in Insomnia).

Anyway. It ends up being really crappy weather/cold, and maybe they’re having a terrible time of it and got drenched from rain or falling in a river and they lost their gear. Don’t care. Point is, they gotta cuddle to preserve body heat.

Bonus points for nearly-naked cuddling.

Double bonus points for boners (and warming up with hand jobs? y/y?)

Agreed- this is one I'm definitely looking forward to.

I'd kill for a fic wherein Prompto gets infected by the starscourge but is too far gone to heal. Noctis, however, is too attached to Prompto to kill his friend-shaped daemon, and instead continues to try and romance him as if nothing's changed.

+ half-daemonified Prompto's feelings towards Noct becoming corrupted and magnified ten fold, making him desperate and possessive towards Noct
++ Ignis and Gladio being...rather put off by the circumstances, and constantly trying to convince Noct to stop acting as if it's still Prompto
+++++++ weird daemon sex

OP - Ooohhhhh I love this!!! That ending was so sweet!! :3

Thank you so much, A!A!!

*I will take this moment to mention that I don't care who's the alpha and who's the omega*

Noctis lives/comes back and he and Iggy decide they want to have a kid together.

They get right to work on that.

It can go anywhere from there: the actual babymaking, the pregnancy itself, the kid already having been born, all of the above, etc.

Gladio and Ignis have been together for months and are very much in love. However, they are keeping their relationship secret because they are convinced everyone won't be happy about it.

Gladio is convinced his father will not approve as he's supposed to produce the next Amicitia heir. Ignis is sure he'll be ordered to leave Noctis's side if he's viewed as an unsuitable influence with other priorities. Happy as they are together, the certainty of their friends and families' disapproval is a source of some pain.

...Except absolutely everyone who knows them think they would be great together. Regis, Clarus and Cor are running a betting pool on when they'll finally get their acts together and kiss, and Noctis and Prompto are only just restraining themselves from finding a scheme to get them together.

When someone eventually loses patience and hollers "Will you two just KISS already?", a very emotional Gladio/Iggy reveals they've been together all this time but were afraid of making it public because they thought they'd be separated.

Lots of comfort ensues.

that's it that's the prompt

+100

Noctis loves having things in his mouth. Any is being driven slowly mad watching him sucking on pens, lollipops, his own fingers, etc.

+eventually Any gets a blowjob out of the deal (can be multiple Anys)

OP: up to the writer! I'd assumed he'd be regent to the Lucian king, so in Lucis, and the Emperor would be cool with that because who wouldn't want a puppet state? But YMMV.

Am I the only Supernatural fan who instantly thought of Crowley?

I really hope someone does this.

In his early twenties, Cor falls victim to a really severe bug, leaving him bedridden and miserable. Regis and Clarus take good care of him.

+ Fluff, fluff, fluff
++ Cor's defences being broken down enough by the illness that he's a bit of an emotional cuddle bug.

This would be a major everyone lives AU! Just because Luna's the Oracle and the Princess of Tenebrea doesn't mean Libertus would let her get away with breaking his baby sisters heart, and he's not afraid to tell her so!

Bonus points for a second shovel talk from Noctis to Crowe, another "don't you dare hurt my sister."

"Sir," Prompto said, bracing his hands and feet in the doorway of the Tenebraean family receiving room. "It's only a check-up."

Ardyn placed his hands on Prompto's arms, forcing them down an inch. "It's torture," he hissed. Black ichor ran from his eyes, dribbling down his chin, but Prompto didn't seem to care. "Her magic--"

"Can fix you," Prompto said. "You should've been doing this two thousand years ago."

"I didn't have a--surprisingly--strong--" Ardyn pushed an arm free, but Prompto just slapped it back again. "Personal assistant."

"Maybe you should've," Prompto said. "Then you wouldn't be here."

Ardyn went quiet, gazing down at him, which gave Prompto enough time to unlatch from the door and cling to Ardyn instead. "Now talk. To. The Oracle."

"I can come back later," said Luna, sitting in dazed confusion on a dark blue couch.

"No," Prompto snapped.

"Yes," said Ardyn.

In the end, Prompto got his way. He had to practically drape himself over Ardyn's lap to keep him still, his chin on his shoulder, legs straddling his thighs, which meant that Luna had to lean around him to place a hand on Ardyn's cheek.

When light began to glow from Luna's fingertips, it was Prompto who screamed.

Shadows appeared on his freckled face, writhing around the light the Oracle had made. Prompto bit down on Ardyn's shoulder, muffling a shout, which Ardyn supposed could be forgiven. It distracted him from the pain of Luna's magic sinking into him, seeking out the dormant oracular power of his mortal body, wrapping tendrils around it as one would protect a seed in unwelcoming soil. He held the back of Prompto's head, more as something to do than as comfort, and felt a tremor under his palm. He scratched Prompto's scalp, and Prompto's face contorted at his shoulder, his whole body tightening like a wire about to snap.

"Enough," Ardyn said, but Luna was already sitting back, looking ashen and worn.

Slowly, Prompto allowed Ardyn to peel him from his shoulder. He looked back at Luna with glowing eyes shot through with blue, as though the light were draining out of them line by line. "The fuck was that?"

"Just a check up," Ardyn said, and Prompto raised a hand to smack him. His hand flopped uselessly on Ardyn's cheek and slid down.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do more," Luna said. "But I don't know how long we can continue. If I am to be the last of my line--"

"Wait," Prompto said. "You are?" Luna nodded. Prompto swung a leg around so he could sit comfortably in Ardyn's lap, and used Ardyn's forearm as an armrest. "Why?"

Luna blinked. "Well, the prophecy."

"I'm gonna need an answer that isn't godly bullshit, your holiness," Prompto said. "No offense. I mean, you never thought about delegating?"

Luna looked to Ardyn, who shrugged. "How," she said, in a slow, uncertain tone, "would you propose we delegate the power of the gods?"

"Easy," Prompto said, and gestured to himself. "Make more Oracles."

----

Six years later, the man who was slowly starting to resemble Ardyn Lucis Caelum stepped out into the blazing sunlight of an Altissian summer. The water off the canals sparkled, glass windows gleamed, and at the edge of the dock, surrounded by a crowd of festival-goers, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret raised her hand.

"How many of you have weekend Oracle duty?" she asked.

Before her, a row of fifteen year old girls dressed like a rainbow had barged through a glitter factory looked to each other. A few hands shot up. They all had Luna's face, but a little rounder and pimplier, and a few sported thick metal braces with rubber bands.

"Okay," Luna said. "You four get half days off so you can heal. Don't forget, you're getting paid for this, so go to the A2 clerk in the embassy for your paycheck when you're done. Yes, Buttercup."

She turned to the clone wearing all black, holding a hand straight in the air with another to hold her arm up. Buttercup stood, useless chains dripping from her baggy jeans.

"I couldn't find any daemons last time," she said. "Do I still get paid?"

Luna glanced over the crowd, towards Ardyn. At Ardyn's side, Prompto lifted his threadbare knit cap and winked a perfectly clear blue eye.

"Of course you will," Luna said. She clapped her hands. "It simply means that we're doing our jobs. Alright, girls, thank you for coming. I'll see you in a month!"

The girls shot up, dozens of tiny Lunas darting into the crowd to heal, quell daemons, and eat enough fried steak to make themselves sick. A few ran past Ardyn, waving as they went, some holding hands, some laughing. Prompto leaned against Ardyn's shoulder and sighed.

"So," he said, as Luna stepped down off the dock into a gondola where the prince and his men were waiting. "What do you think? Better than being dead?"

Ardyn rolled his eyes, and Prompto wove an arm in his, dragging him along the boardwalk. "Marginally, I'll admit," he said. "It was a treat to hear Bahamut's reaction to your plan."

"His fault for not thinking of clones in the first place," Prompto said. He didn't say sir. He hadn't in years, not since the first Oracle clone had stepped out of the tube, lost and bewildered, and Prompto leaned down and asked her, What do you want to be called? "Last of the line. Really. The gods have no imagination."

"They could certainly use a guiding hand," Ardyn said. "What do you think? A personal assistant each?"

Prompto shuddered. "No, thanks. I wouldn't subject anyone to that." He stopped as the shadow of a bird crossed them, and raised his eyes to the cloudless sky.

"Well," Ardyn said, as Prompto watched a gull wheel on a high wind. "What's on the agenda today, my dear Prompto?"

Prompto grinned, and reached down to take his hand. "Nothing," he said at last, and laughed.

"Everything."

I love how Prompto solved the "end of my line" bullshit quite handily <3

oooh, nice

+100

yes! Especially for a happy family reunion at the end

+100000

A!A

Sometimes it takes a cloned personal assistant made partly of daemon goo and their daily planner to provide the answer! XD

+++++++ seconded so hard

I don't think we see Ravus so much as smile the entire game. I mean it's understandable, the poor guy got forcibly conscripted into the military that killed his parents and now rules with an iron fist over the country Ravus is rightfully King if, his sisters been under house arrest for 12 years and resents him and then she dies for some bratty prince...

BUT you're a fan fic writer with the power to change all that! Make it either a fluffy kid fix or an everyone lives AU, but I want someone to make Ravus laugh. Not grin, not chuckle, not cackle maniacally. I want genuine full-belly laughter to the point he's gasping and red and tearing up. Give him happiness. Give him joy. Give him better than what he got because he DESERVED better!

This was absolutely adorable :3

Clone oracles, that's brilliant! And naturally Prompto would be the one to come up with it. This whole story has been delightful.

+1000

Ravus needs happiness like whoa

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Prompt Post Round Six

Fill Gladio/Noctis talking on the phone in the middle of sex

Gladio/Noct - Cuddlong for body heat trope

Re: Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Noct/Prom, Daemon!Prompto

Re: Fill: Gladnoct, ABO

Older!Ignis/Older!Noctis, omegaverse having an heir

Gladnis; everyone ships them but they are unaware

Ignis/Prompto, Ignis fingerfucks Prompto while wearing his gloves

Re: Gladio/Noct - Cuddlong for body heat trope

Noctis/any, oral fixation

Re: Any, Ardyn is Noctis' regent

Re: Ardyn/Any, love potion

Re: Ardyn/Prompto non-con ritual tattoo

Brotherly or shippy; Regis and Clarus look after a sick Cor

Crowe/Luna +Libertus, shovel talk

Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU

Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU

Re: Older!Ignis/Older!Noctis, omegaverse having an heir

Re: Weird Cult tries to sacrifice Noctis

Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU

Re: Promptis - Prompto gets turned on by Noctis wetting himself

Gen or Ravus/Any, make him laugh

Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU

Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU

Re: Gen or Ravus/Any, make him laugh