[personal profile] ffxv_kinkmod posting in [community profile] ffxv_kinkmeme
 
 
Welcome to Round Six of the FFXV Kink Meme!

CLOSED for prompts | OPEN for fills

Please have a look at the extended rules here.

The important rules in short:
  • Post anonymously.
  • Negative comments on other people's prompts (kink-shaming, pairing-bashing etc.) and personal attacks of any kind will not be tolerated.
  • Don't be an asshole.
  • One prompt per comment. Warnings for common triggers and squicks are encouraged, but not required.
  • Prompts should follow the format: Character/character, prompt.
  • Keep prompts to a reasonable length; prompts should not be detailed story outlines.
  • Fills should have the word "Fill:" at the start of the subject line.
  • Otherwise please avoid changing the subject line.
  • No reposting of prompts from previous rounds, please.
  • No Meme-Police. Only [personal profile] ffxv_kinkbuddy[personal profile] ffxv_kinkhelper  [personal profile] ffxv_kinkbuddy  and [personal profile] ffxv_kinkmod are allowed to mod the meme. If you spot a rules violation, don't comment in the thread, report it on the Ask a mod post.

Please direct any questions or report any problems to the Ask a mod post.

Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!

(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)

If you'd like to advertise a fill, head on over to the fills post! This is, of course, entirely optional. 
From: (Anonymous)
They’re coming.

The garden they had just walked through was quickly turning into ashes, those purple flowers Luna loved writhing in heat, until they no longer resembled plants. They shriveled black, into twigs, then snapped into two, then nothing.

Everyone’s screaming, and Noctis doesn’t know which voice to focus on, so he focuses on Luna. She seems so small in the midst of this catastrophe, and she’s reaching out to him. He can’t hear what she’s saying, but his body forces himself towards her like instinct before he can think.

He doesn’t want to think.

He wants to go home.

Suddenly, there’s firm hands on him, lifting him up at the sides almost reverently. It’s just the way Father picks him up, come to fulfill his unspoken wish.

“Dad,” Noctis cries. There’s not telling if the word was audible through the explosions. “Dad!!” He screams again, when he realizes they’re running away from Luna. “Dad, Luna is—“

Noctis’ words die at his lips when he turns his head. It’s not his father.

The man carrying him is not his father.

It’s a soldier, whose armour was silver and a sickly green. It’s so different from the black that he was expecting that Noctis was rendered speechless. It’s not one of Father’s soldiers. It’s a stranger carrying him. A stranger from the people who started the fire, the people who--

“NOCTIS!” A powerful voice cut through the haze of panic.

He snaps his attention to his name, and nearly breaks down into tears when he sees: “DAD!”

The King draws his sword from a distance, and just as quickly as the sword was raised another bomb crashes between them, dangerously close and singing the tips of his hair. Noctis tries to curl inward towards the soldier’s arms, hoping to slip and squirm out of them. Those metallic hands take hold of his wrist, forcing him still.

“Let go of me!!” Noctis screams, kicking his feet and letting it clang against the soldier’s sides. He swears the armour is hollow. The hand was hot, quickly drawing in the heat of the flames. He hopes the man inside roasts alive. “You stupid oven!”

A particularly strong kick finally gets the soldier to face him.

Noctis could hardly even call it a face—it was a mask. Its eyes are red; familiar in a way LCD lights were. The same kind of light that appears when he turns his game system off. It feels wrong to see it on anyone’s face. Why would anyone have light-up eyes on an armoured mask? How could they see?

In the time it takes Noctis’ hands to furrow, the soldier holds him out one-handed, crucified in air and legs dangling. The other hand pulled back; not just at the man’s sides but inward, steel collapsing in on itself to reveal a mess of wire and gears.

It’s not a soldier, Noctis realizes. His eyes are transfixed at the spark that flared from the mechanical hand. This is a machi--

Something silver darted out at him. It’s all he can do to scream before the world turned black.
From: (Anonymous)
OP -

oooooooh my god someone’s filling it ahhhhhhh!!!!!

And it’s so good!!!!!!! *screeching and flailing* !!!!

Profile

FFXV Kinkmeme

May 2020

S M T W T F S
     12
3 456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Aug. 1st, 2025 01:08 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios