Prompt Post Round Nine
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Noctis/Gladio "Hiring an escort for needs"
Date: 2020-05-04 10:55 am (UTC)+sex multiple times before the night is through, different positions and on many different pieces of furniture ;D
+20!Noctis/33!Gladio
+Noctis isn't an escort for any shady reasons, he just likes sex and is good at it so he decided to make money from it
Fill: Noctis/Gladio "Hiring an escort for needs"
Date: 2020-09-05 02:12 pm (UTC)"I've got quite a few meetings to sit through tomorrow." Ignis caught Gladio's broad hand and smiled up at his friend. "I'll be thinking about this all day." Gladio let himself be pulled in for a kiss. No-romo, but kissing was always fun. Ignis let him go after a moment and settled into his sheets.
Gladio rolled to his feet and started pulling on his clothes. He dug his phone out as he settled his shirt. "If you ever feel like returning the favor..."
Ignis's soft laugh was as rich as it was tired. "Unfortunately, no one may be perfect in all things. I chose being able to keep a schedule and being able to drive over being able to top." Gladio paused as his ride-share app loaded. That was a fair point.
“Alright. Are we still on for drinks Friday?” Gladio didn’t look up from his phone. Bea was five minutes away, he’d have to take the stairs to make it in time.
“Hmm... Yes, but the Ulrics will be late...” Ignis’s voice trailed off into a yawn. Gladio bid Ignis good night, locked up the apartment, and hustled down to catch his ride. He made it home with enough time to get a full night’s sleep, but wasted it staring at the ceiling of his room. Why had he bothered to ask? No one ever said yes. He knew his looks attracted a certain type and deterred some others, and it wasn’t like the sex he could get was bad, but…
Gladio turned on his side and shoved the matter from his mind. Nothing good would come from dwelling on it, he resolved.
“...but why’s it so hard to just get fucked?” Gladio whined into his nth beer. He’d lost track when Nyx and his wife had arrived with fanfare and a round of shots. He really knew better. He hadn’t graduated college without learning how to pace himself; it had been the better part of a decade since he'd over done it like this. Lunafreya made soothing noises while Nyx and Ignis were distracted on the dance floor. Luna was a good listener. Luna had thrown her back out at the clinic last week and wasn’t going to peg him until he forgot his name, but she was a good listener. Gladio wished he’d asked Luna a week ago.
“Have you considered engaging the service of a sex worker?” Luna asked with an air of refinement that no alcohol could dent, but she'd given up her pain meds for a night out and was ahead of him in shots. “One of my boyfriends, well two of them, but that’s beside the point. One of our boyfriends fucks on a professional basis. I think...”
“Nah, I mean… how d’you know?” Gladio sloshed his nearly empty beer in a gesture that encompassed all of man’s inhumanity to man as he processed the first half of what Luna said. He distantly knew he’d let himself get out of hand. Saturday was going to hurt. The second part hit him. “Wait, your boyfriends?”
“Yes. Well, Noct still does. Prompto decided that ‘going pro was ruining his hobby’ and just goes to clubs like the rest of us, although he still gets paid at Infernus, but you know what I mean.” Gladio hoped he was sober enough to remember that. Luna looked him blearily in the eye. “Listen. If you want his work number I’m allowed to hand it out, but I think we should…” Luna trailed off as Nyx and Ignis returned smelling of sweat and bearing bottles of water.
Nyx wrapped his arms around Luna and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “You feeling ok, Princess?” Gladio lost the thread of conversation there and didn’t pick it back up until Iggy was helping him order a ride home.
Gladio woke up squinting at the hateful sun as it cut its way into his bed at ten in the morning, but the pain eased as soon as he had extricated himself from the nest of empty water bottles and secured his curtains properly. He staggered to his bathroom, took a few aspirin, and prepared to face the day. He had a light breakfast of toast and milky coffee as he checked his phone. There was a recent text from Luna with a phone number attached:
I shared our conversation with Noctis and he
is interested in taking more clients right now.
Nea, Gen, and Nyx recommend him too.
Sometimes Gladio wondered how Luna kept track of her polycule. He had enough trouble with a rotation of no-strings encounters and Ignis.
The thought of his main fuck buddy had Gladio pulling up a different text thread. He mashed together a sentence and sent it before he considered it too much.
Gladio winced as he read the text after hitting send. He looked away and jumped slightly when his phone buzzed in his hand.
It hadn't occurred to me to ask you myself.
Another two messages popped in.
Also i believe the preferred term is sex worker.
And it's a little early in the day. Shall we talk later?
Gladio read and reread the texts. There was a story there, but for later if Iggy wanted to share. He tapped out a quick affirmative and switched back to the other conversation. He thought for a minute. Luna wouldn’t recommend someone in distress or duress; Gladio could trust this.
Gladio couldn’t believe his eyes as he took in the… the boy who approached him outside the moderately tacky hotel. He looked so scrawny a stiff breeze could knock him to the ground and so lazy he might just stay down for a nap. Gladio privately dismissed the notion that the bed was going to be shaken, much less his world. Still, Luna had never steered him wrong before. Maybe this was someone else, maybe-
"Yo! You Gladio?"
Gladio grunted noncommittally.
"Yeah, Lunafreya has a knack for description. I'm Noct, wanna get out of the cold so we can talk?" Gladio was slightly taken aback when Noct stepped through his space and pulled the door open. More than that, Gladio had taken a half step out of his way. He waited for Noct to head in when he realized that Noct was holding the door. For him.
After a moment Gladio decided the heat of his cheeks was irritation and pressed on into the impersonal space that was more of a vestibule than a lobby. A few jabs at the touch screen built into the wall got a room card from the slot below it. Gladio swiped them through the inner door and led the way to one of the hotel’s basic rooms with an air of determination. He'd see if this 'Noct' lived up to the hype.
Gladio gasped open mouthed into the pillow and shook as Noct pounded into him. He'd started on his hands and knees while Noct fingered him open for what felt like hours, but his arms had declined to hold him up after Noct mounted him and found the perfect angle.
The first few thrusts had been slow and experimental, giving Gladio time to adjust to the sensation of being filled and Noct a chance to negotiate their height difference. Noct had gently pushed Gladio lower, spreading his knees for stability. Gladio was vaguely aware that his inner thighs were going to be sore when the endorphins that flooded him faded, but for the moment everything was just… this.
Noct massaged deep inside Gladio. Deeper than fingers, more persistent than a dildo, alive in all the ways a vibrator wasn’t. Gladio moaned deep in his throat as Noct worked him. Pleasure sparked up and down his spine. Heat defined his existence; cool sheets under him, warm hands gripping his hips, and the cock inside him scorching hot despite the condom.
His orgasm gave him less warning than a sneeze; a moment of tightness in his balls and then back-arching pleasure rushed through him as he spilled onto the bedding. His muffled cry had Noct halting mid-thrust. Noct ran his fingers up and down Gladio’s sides as he waited out the aftershocks. Gladio was more aware of the stretch in his ass as his cock relaxed between his legs. He pushed back slightly and panted, "Keep going."
Noctis started rocking in and out shallowly. "That good? It's perfectly normal for your ass to close for business when you come." Gladio rolled his eyes; like he didn’t know that, like they hadn’t discussed this already. Yeah, it didn’t feel amazing anymore, but Gladio was still curious.
“Keep going, I wanna know what it’s like when you come.” Gladio pulled his arms back under himself and pushed back a little. “Go harder.” Noct gave an amused-sounding huff of breath as he complied. Gladio sagged back down with a sigh.
“Y’know, if you’re into feeling used, and might like being tied up? I know a guy at Infernus who’d take a client on my rec?” Noct asked, his voice only slightly strained with exertion. Gladio smiled into the pillow. It wouldn’t be how he wanted to spend every weekend, but variety was the spice of life...
Re: Fill: Noctis/Gladio "Hiring an escort for needs"
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-09-10 02:01 pm (UTC) - ExpandSomnus/Ardyn
Date: 2020-05-07 04:04 am (UTC)Noncon is fine, just not if it involves violence.
Re: Somnus/Ardyn
Date: 2020-07-21 07:00 pm (UTC)Re: Somnus/Ardyn
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-07-24 02:39 am (UTC) - ExpandRe: Somnus/Ardyn
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-09-06 06:02 pm (UTC) - ExpandIgnis/Prompto, Prompto makes Ignis feel like a king
Date: 2020-05-08 05:33 am (UTC)(basically Prompto serving Ignis while calling him "your majesty")
Cor Leonis + Bring Your Kids To Work Day
Date: 2020-05-09 07:46 pm (UTC)So while Regis is doting on Noctis and Clarus thinks he has it bad with just two kids, For needs all the help he can get when he waltzes in with six little brays who are all extremely different from one another
+ It's implied Cor rescued all of them from the hands of the empire and also explains why Kuja and Zidane look the way they do
Ignis/Gladio/Noctis + Dildo Gag, Food Play
Date: 2020-05-11 10:08 pm (UTC)+They have a little bit of a daddy/mommy/baby thing going on so Ignis is the mama, Gladio is daddy and Noctis the baby
++When Ignis outs dinner down on the table, instead of letting Noctis eat, Gladio ties Noctis down to his chair, straps a dildo gag down his throat so he has something to suck on while he watches Gladio spread food all over Ignis and eat it off him
+++Sloppy sexy mouth feeding between Gladio and Ignis, finger sucking, drool everywhere
++++Gladio shoved desserts up Ignis's ass for Noctis to eat him out later if he was good
Gen, Prompto gets platonic Hanahaki for Noct but thinks it's for someone else
Date: 2020-05-17 10:15 pm (UTC)Prompto gets Hanahaki and starts coughing up petals and later flowers - sylleblosoms - but, for whatever reason, misinterprets who he got Hanahaki for and eventually things get so bad he has to get the surgery that will make him forget that person or he'll die.
Whether the focus is on the progression of the sickness or the aftermath of it or a mix of both is up to the filler.
Bonus points for:
+ Noct finding out about the Hanahaki and eventually all but forcing Prompto to take the surgery.
++ Noct (and Prompto) remaining unaware that Noct is the one Prompto got Hanahaki for.
+++ Someone else (likely Ignis, but not necessarily) figuring out who Prompto got Hanahaki for and commanding Noct for his actions because they believe he's aware, too.
+++ At least some Noct PoV for the angst >:3c
Fill: Gen, Prompto gets platonic Hanahaki for Noct but thinks it's for someone else
Date: 2020-06-22 02:51 pm (UTC)The first time it happens, Prompto manages to hide it.
Noctis keeps jabbing his elbow into Prompto’s side, accidentally, and Prompto’s feet are squashed in on top of each other because there is not enough room in the back of the car for both of them and a four-foot-tall ceramic indoor space heater. Prompto doesn’t mind so much, because he is practically glued to Noctis most of the time anyway. Gladio is in the front next to Iggy, because there was no other way they would have got everyone and everything into the car in one go.
“Goddammit,” Noctis grumbles. “You better invite me over every freaking day to reap the benefits of this ancient thing.”
“It was free,” Gladio points out. “How was he gonna turn it away? You know his house gets colder than a snow flan’s rectum in the winter.”
Ignis and Noctis both protest at the same time.
“Gladio, really now.”
“Did you haveta use the word rectum!?” Noctis makes a retching noise. “How the hell do you know how cold a snow flan’s – well – how do you know, anyway?”
Prompto, strangely, doesn’t feel up to contributing. His chest feels all fluttery like when he is having an allergic reaction to a cat. He feels hot and sweaty despite the fact that Insomnia is barrelling towards the coldest winter recorded in half a century. He wonders what is wrong, and hurriedly gulps down air because it feels like his throat is getting smaller and smaller and the air is getting thinner and thinner.
He can’t hold back the sputtering, forceful cough that bursts out of him. Quickly he claps both hands over his mouth. His palms are sweaty.
To his horror, he feels something small bump against the inside of his fingers as the cough expels itself from his mouth. Small, soft. Warm. He doesn’t know why he folds his hands to hide it away from the others. He just does.
“See?” Noctis accuses. “Prompto’s so grossed out by you that he wants to yak!”
Prompto clenches both hands down in his lap and avoids looking up at anybody.
“Yeah,” he chokes hoarsely. “Gross, man.”
Gladio turns around in the front seat and raises his eyebrows at the two teenagers crammed into the back seat. “It’s a totally normal feature of anatomy. For humans and daemons too, generally. Not my fault that his Highness is too immature to understand the basics of nature. ”
Noctis of course can in no way let that comment go unaddressed. “Oi!”
While Noctis and Gladio are heatedly engaged in their verbal smack-down, Prompto sneaks a look into his cupped palm.
Crushed into his hand, petal edges turning brown from being handled so carelessly, is a small mauve-coloured petal about half the size of his thumbnail. It looks vaguely familiar. Did that come out of his mouth? Prompto is starting to panic, but he pushes the panic down inside and pretends to scratch his nose so he can covertly sniff whatever it is that has ended up in his hand. Sweet. Nostalgic, somehow, like he knew this scent once upon a time and his body remembers but his brain doesn’t.
How did a flower petal come out of his mouth?
Prompto tries to brush it off. He hasn’t been getting as much sleep as he should have been. He has been playing way too many videogames, even he knows that, and it probably messed with his brain somehow. He knows that it’s impossible for flowers to come out of a person’s mouth.
He won’t freak out. He can’t. He’s already weird enough, and the guys must be just waiting for an excuse to stop hanging out with him. He can’t freak out about this. He shoves the petal into a pocket somewhere, wipes his sweaty hands on the front of his pants, and tries to forget about the fluttering in his throat that seems to be building and building.
By the end of the first day, his pockets are stuffed with tiny, soggy blue flower petals that fill his mouth and nose with sickening sweetness.
Re: Fill: Gen, Prompto gets platonic Hanahaki for Noct but thinks it's for someone else
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-07-15 11:41 am (UTC) - ExpandNoctis/Somnus, anything.
Date: 2020-05-21 10:05 pm (UTC)Maybe Noctis is sent into the past. Maybe Somnus is sent to accompany Noctis on the road trip. Maybe they meet up after the events of the game and hook up in the afterlife. It can even be entirely AU with nothing do with the the game's events.
Re:Fill: Noctis/Somnus, anything.
Date: 2020-07-15 10:48 am (UTC)and also extremely extremely p0rny i'm sorry
not sorry
but well yknow
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Noctis knew he shouldn’t touch the mirror. It was plain to see, the thing was just waiting for somebody stupid to get sucked in by its mysterious, glowing aura. No way was he dumb enough to fall for that. Ignis had always told him to stay away from anything that looked remotely mystical. Especially if that anything was glowing warm and golden, had funny runes scrawled down the sides in intricate but illegible script, and seemed to not show any reflection of where Noctis actually was, but some brighter, fancier future version of where he was that was completely at odds with what he should be seeing.
He squinted at himself reflected in the shining surface. He looked the same, but … was the mirror-Noctis doing exactly what he, Noctis, was doing? Was it a true reflection?
He reached out, hand hovering in front of the glass. He wasn’t going to touch, not really. He wasn’t a fool. He just wanted to check if the glass of the mirror was actually there. He would just check with the very tip of his finger, just for a split second, and make sure that the mirror wasn’t in fact some kind of trick doorway that just looked like a mirror but was actually a portal.
If it did turn out to be a portal, well, then, he would back away quick smart and warp to the other side of the palace quicker than you could say, “You fool!” It would be fine. Noctis knew what he was doing.
He stretched his index finger out and quickly looked behind him just in case Ignis was hanging out behind him like a weirdo just waiting to give him that disapproving look. Coast clear. He wet his lips, shrugged – what was the worst that could possibly happen? – and touched the mirror.
Re: Fill: Noctis/Somnus, anything.
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-08-03 01:11 am (UTC) - ExpandAny/any, Nier:Automata crossover
Date: 2020-05-25 06:48 pm (UTC)Some spitball ideas like:
they just bond over mutual love of fishing (tho Noct stands by trying to reach her how to pole fish instead of using her Pod)
maybe Noct thinks she’s like Gentiana, and shenanigans ensue?
Just some possible ideas, up to filler if they want to use!
+ also up to filler if they want to use pairings, OP just asks they be light focus
Fill: Gen, Nier:Automata crossover
Date: 2020-08-09 03:17 am (UTC)Given how late it was, he figured it was a better idea to leave her to it. He set down his tackle box at the side of the closed supply booth and began attaching his lure and bait. Between the nighttime sounds of chirping cicadas and the howls of voreteeth, he could barely make out the notes of a tune she was humming. It was soft and faintly familiar, but not a song he actively recognized. Maybe he had heard it on the radio before Prompto flicked the station to something more upbeat.
Noctis stepped off the boardwalk, circling around the pond until he found a place that he was confident in. He cast his line and peered back toward the woman, curious if she was having any luck. A look of confusion crossed his face as it registered to him that she seemed to just be... standing there, arms crossed, staring at the pond like a fish might leap out of it if she glared at it hard enough.
Not long after that bizarre sight settled in his mind, a small white rectangle popped out of the water with a splash, startling him. In its claw (hand?) was a decently-sized bass, which it deposited in a bucket at the woman's feet. Noctis reeled his hook back in, no effort lost since he'd only just started, and trudged back over to the boardwalk. "Uh, hey," he said, lamely. "Are you fishing with that... thing?"
"Affirmative. All pod units are equipped with a fishing program." Her voice reverberated strangely, reminding him of an MT. She didn't look like an MT, though. Blindfolds and gothic dresses weren't exactly Niflheim military standard dress.
He let out a thoughtful hum at that, which caused her to turn her head to him in a way his question hadn't. "I guess it's more efficient that way, but it's not exactly fun."
Her lips quirked in the ghost of a frown, though the tone of her response made it clear it was borne of confusion rather than annoyance. "Fun is unnecessary. The point of fishing is acquiring resources."
"Huh." Noctis shook his head lightly in disappointment. "I always thought fishing was more of a hobby these days, considering." Coernix Station was only about a twenty minute drive up the road. He and Iggy had gone by earlier to pick up some staples for the evening's campfire. "I still think you should consider doing it yourself. I've got an extra rod."
His implicit offer was met with silence. The pod flew out of the water again, holding a bluegill. After it dropped the fish into the bucket, the woman didn't send it back in. Noctis' eyes lit up and he headed back to the booth to grab his spare rod. He returned with a counteroffer in mind. "How about a little friendly competition?"
"I accept," she said, holding the pole out in front of her like a sword. Noctis laughed, corrected her posture, and cast his line nearby.
By the time the first rays of light began creeping over the horizon, Noctis had caught 8 fish while his opponent had caught 7. Her first several casts had been complete failures but she was a quick study, only needing to have a technique demonstrated to her once. At one point, she had hooked something that Noctis had been sure was the King Catfish but it had snapped the bait, hook and all, from the rod before she could reel it in close enough for him to be sure.
"Not bad for your first try," Noctis admitted, thinking back to early fishing trips back when his dad still had time to take him personally. He hadn't caught a thing until his third outing.
"I will practice for our next encounter," she proclaimed, with all the seriousness of someone declaring a duel at dawn. He bent down to put his equipment back in their proper spots in his bag and, when he looked back up, she was gone. When Noctis recovered from his abject shock, he ran a hand through his hair with a laugh
The guys were not going to believe this one.
Re: Fill: Gen, Nier:Automata crossover
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2022-01-09 06:51 am (UTC) - ExpandIgnoct, in love with your destruction
Date: 2020-05-26 12:29 am (UTC)Prompt: Ignis is really, really into watching Noct crush their enemies with all his cool magic powers.
Author's choice as to whether he pounces Noct after a battle or just lusts after him.
Re: Fill: Ignoct, in love with your destruction
Date: 2020-07-15 11:37 am (UTC)-
“Whoa Noct! Calm down!” Prompto laughs a little as he says it. “What’s got into you?”
Noctis seems too busy to answer. Sweat plasters his hair to his face, his chest is heaving furiously with the force of his grunts as he throws himself into warp strike after warp strike, decimating the soldiers around them. An orange flash lights the overcast clouds from below as he summons a flask and tosses it into the front courtyard of the base. The resulting ear-splitting explosion is enough to shake the ground beneath their feet and Ignis has to fight to keep his footing on the uneven rocks beneath him.
No, don’t calm down. Leave nothing standing. Crush them, Ignis thinks. He doesn’t say it aloud. It would be far too unlike him to voice such thoughts. The last thing he wants to do is draw attention to the flush he feels drawing over his cheeks, his face and neck growing warm from the sight of the Prince of Lucis unleashing all holy hell upon the unfortunate MT soldiers who are not able to keep up. Noctis is a force to be reckoned with at this moment. His face is set in a grim, determined scowl that gives him a ferocity that Ignis feels down to his bones.
Ignis feels electrified. Like every crackle of blue that foretells Noctis’ engagement in a warp strike is directly hooked into his veins, sending sharp snaps of energy down his fingers and arms into the hollow of his throat. His fingers twitch. He wants to be a part of that destruction. He wants to rip something apart, wants to watch Noctis ruthlessly rip something apart.
In the dappled sunlight cast on the rocky ground around him, a looming shadow approaches him from behind. He is too fast, running high on adrenaline, just waiting for the chance to fuck something up, and the MT soldiers that are raising weapons to him don’t have a chance. His hands flick in a blur, a quiet “shiing” as sharpened steel issues from his hold.
One dagger dismembers both arms of the first MT, outstretched to wield the heavy titanium baton that clatters to the rocks below them. Another dagger lands in the chest of the second and Ignis rips it out with an upward motion, cleaving the MT’s helmet in two. He twirls it easily in his fingers and throws it to pin the last MT’s foot to the ground. Summoning a quick fire in one palm, he stretches his fingers to cover the entire faceplate of the trapped MT and lets the fire engulf it. It falls to his feet in a hissing, smoking, misshapen mess of molten metal and curling wires. It smells like burnt meat.
His palms are tingling and his heart is racing. He looks up to see Noctis mowing down the last of their problem. Noctis is using the Engine Blade to cut down the granite pillars surrounding what of the compound is still standing, and warps himself away as the entire building begins to shake and crumble on top of the stray MT bodies that have fallen. His eyes are practically glowing, his arms and face streaked with soot and blood. He is beautiful.
Crush them, Ignis thinks to himself. The combination of his own whirlwind volley against the last MTs and the sight of Noctis in all his sweaty, greasy, murderous glory, is convening in his blood and making it sing. He wants to rip something apart.
Noctis has collapsed on the ground now that they are all clear. Prompto is running over to them, stopping occasionally to check that whatever twitching, sparking mess catches his eye is well and truly out of commission. Gladio is shaking his head and frowning. He toes at Noctis’ splayed-out legs and sighs, “You sure got some pent-up frustration there, kid.”
“Mmm,” Noctis groans. “Never – doing – that – again.” He seems half in, half out of stasis and Gladio hefts him up with hardly a pause. “Alright, let’s get out of here.”
Ignis flicks the muck off his daggers and kicks away the melted remains of the MT nearest to him. Their tired, sweaty little party of four slowly makes their way uphill back to the car, straggling one by one. Ignis is limping – he’s landed poorly on his knee at some point – but he hardly cares. He thinks about the way Noctis had blitzed through every group of MT soldiers like it was his personal anathaema. He thinks about the way his dark blue eyes had lit up and how dirt and sweat had shone on his face. Ignis can feel a low, simmering arousal creeping over him. He ruthlessly shoves it down. There will be time enough for that, later.
Re: Fill: Ignoct, in love with your destruction
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-07-18 02:08 pm (UTC) - ExpandIgnis/Glaives, hook-up culture, possible underage
Date: 2020-06-23 06:12 pm (UTC)Optional but appreciated:
+starts when he's in his mid-teens w/ partners late teens to early 20s
+a transition between reserved, straight-laced teen Ignis and confident, flamboyant 20s!Ignis
+all his partners are male
+frot and/or intercrural happen at some point
Gen or OT4, roleswap
Date: 2020-06-24 04:48 am (UTC)Re: Gen or OT4, roleswap
Date: 2020-08-05 07:33 pm (UTC)Gladio=Prince, Prompto=Advisor, Ignis=Shield, Noct=Commoner
Decided to keep this simple and just redo the car breaking down scene. Might consider redoing more scenes with Gladio. I figure Ignis and Gladio would clash a lot in this set up, (Gladio does not like Ignis smothering and being over protective) which could add some good drama. And Noctis would be a huge foody and cat hoarder, probably works at the local shelter even. Prompto, driven by his need to live up to expectations, becomes very good with tech and machinery - to better help and advise his friend (probably hacks the citadel at some point).
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Also posted to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25734085
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“Not exactly a fairy tale beginning, huh Prince Gladiolus?”
Gladio looked up from his book, reluctant to leave the world contained within the brand new Amor Fabula series. He’d packed it specifically for this trip, knowing he soon wouldn’t have the time to indulge in his reading, not once he met his bride-to-be in Altissia at least.
Noct, leaning casually against the burnt out remains of a tree providing Gladio with the only shade to be seen for miles, smiled apologetically down at him.
“Nah,” Gladio snorted. “Prompto will have it fixed in no time.”
“Hmm.” Noctis hummed skeptically, looking over to where the Regalia was parked on the side of the road, its hood up.
Gladio followed his friend's gaze, watching as Prompto leaned awkwardly over the engine, checking something deep in the hood while Ignis stood guard next to him. As they watched, one of Prompto’s hands waved in the space between the two men and Ignis reached down to grab a tool and pass it to him.
“Not your fault.” Gladio assured Noct.
“You say that but…” Noct rubbed the back of his neck in a familiar nervous gesture.
“If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine for forcing Ignis to let someone else drive.”
“I have the worst luck,” Noct groaned. “I don’t even know how it happened!”
“Hey, you wanted a chance to drive the royal car and the beginning of the trip seemed like the safest time.” Gladio assured him easily. “If anything, Prompto is blaming himself more than you for not checking the car over properly first.”
“Yeah… guess you’re right.” Noct sighed.
“Of course I am.” Gladio smirked. “That’s why I’m the prince.”
“The prince of romance, more like.” Noctis nudged him with his foot. “How many of those did you bring anyway?”
“Hey!” Gladio protested in mock offence, “this is the only new one! I promised Prompto and Ignis I’d only bring the one.”
“Hmm.” Noctis smirked knowingly. "Really?"
Gladio debated if it was worth it to play innocent, but knew if he did so Noct would probably bring it up with the group at the worst possible moment.
He sighed in defeat, “please don’t tell them.”
“Maybe…” Noctis tapped his lip, pretending to deliberate. “But only if you let me read Beyond The Blue Mountain.”
“But that’s my fav- fine.” Gladio quickly conceded at Noct's raised eyebrow. “But you better not crease the spine this time.”
“Sheesh, a guy makes a mistake one time-”
“Prince Gladiolus! Noctis!” Ignis called. They both looked up to see the shield waving them over.
Prompto was now wiping his hands on a rag and looked very self-satisfied. Gladio smiled in relief, he knew Prompto would be able to do it, even if Prompto had cautioned him against expecting results. The blonde was a whiz with anything mechanical or electronic. In fact, ever since the day he’d become Gladio’s advisor he’d made a point of covering for Gladio’s own disastrous record with technology.
“Break times over.” Gladio sent the book back into his armiger with a flick of his wrist and stood up.
He glanced over at Noct, who was straightening from his slouch and casually said, “by the way, you know burnt trees are covered in soot, right?”
“What?!” Noctis looked down at his shoulder and gaped at the black stuff now coating his shirt. He started to swipe frantically at his ruined shirt, spreading it all over his hands. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier!?”
“You were already feeling sorry for yourself, didn’t want to make it worse. And then you blackmailed the Prince of Lucis...” Gladio teased.
“Ugh, screw you man.” Noct grumbled, accepting the cloth Gladio magnanimously summoned from the armiger.
The prince just laughed, happy once again that his best friend had been allowed to join him on the trip to Altissia. No one else, besides his shield and advisor, dared to speak so casually to him.
He hadn’t asked Noctis to join the crownsguard. In fact his friend hadn’t even told him that he’d joined until he’d just shown up one day at Gladio’s apartment in full uniform.
Gladio had been so touched. He’d spent many evenings hanging out and voicing his worries for the future to his commoner friend. Noctis had been sympathetic, but hadn’t really been able to offer any advice, the situation so far outside of his experience. Gladio had been content to just have a sympathetic ear to vent to.
So it was just like his friend, who sometimes had trouble articulating his own feelings, to go and show his support for Gladio in a meaningful and physical gesture.
By the time the two of them reached the car, Prompto was putting the tools away in the trunk while Ignis watched yet another vehicle drive by them without stopping to help. Gladio instantly relaxed when he heard the car’s engine idling.
“So what’s the story?” Gladio asked Prompto and Ignis.
“Well, I’ll spare you the details,” Prompto began, well aware by now that Gladio zoned out if he gave him more than a summary, “but she should be good to go.” Prompto closed the trunk gently and continued, “my patch job should hold until we get her into a proper shop at Hammerhead.”
“Good job.” Gladio praised, “for a minute there I thought we’d have to push her the whole way.”
“That would surely have been an undignified beginning to our journey, your highness.” Ignis smiled.
“Can’t believe no one stopped to even ask if we needed help.” Noct, who gave up trying to get the last of the soot off his grey t-shirt, chimed in.
“Perhaps it’s for the best,” Ignis said before Gladio could agree with Noct, “the less people who know the prince is out of the city the better.”
“But what about the cease-fire?” Noct asked. “Shouldn’t it be safe?”
“With the Empire, you can never be too careful. And not every Lucian is happy with the terms of the peace treaty.” Ignis answered seriously. “In fact,” Ignis adjusted his glasses, “when we arrive in Hammerhead we should look into acquiring clothes in the local fashion. I fear our city attire will just make us stand out even more outside the capital city.”
Gladio sighed and nodded, “yeah yeah.” Ignis, as his shield, was sometimes a bit overzealous when it came to the prince’s security. It grated on his nerves sometimes, making him feel smothered. He was a grown man and could take care of himself! It was the source of many arguments in the past.
“We’re keeping the Regalia.” Gladio stated, reiterating that he was not budging on this point. Ignis had wanted to change cars once they reached Hammerhead, but Gladio just didn’t see the point. Plus he really liked the car, it held many good memories with his father.
“Of course, your highness.”
“Can we go now? I’m dying in this heat.” Noct asked, tossing Gladio the dirty rag back. Gladio caught it, barely avoided getting ash on his hand. He gave Noct and unimpressed look and dismissed it into the armiger. Noct's lips twitched.
“Alright!” Prompto jumped into the driver's seat without opening the door. Ignis winced but said nothing.
“You’re driving?” Gladio asked, opening the door to the passenger seat and getting in.
“Yeah,” Prompto said from beside him, while Ignis slid into the seat behind Prompto, “we agreed this way I can better listen to the engine and quickly adjust. Don’t want to push the girl too hard or we may end up pushing after all.”
"Gotcha." Gladio looked back at Ignis. “They still not answering?”
“No,” Ignis shook his head, “only a busy signal.”
The garage at Hammerhead had to be a popular place for the phone to always be busy.
“It’s really close though, right? Why’s pushing such a big deal?” Noct asked.
“Not that close.” Prompto answered, pulling out onto the road. Once he did, he kept the car at a slow crawl. Just enough to keep them moving but not enough to stress his patch job.
“But don’t worry, we still have plenty of time to make it to the wedding.” Prompto reached over and lightly punched Gladio’s shoulder.
“Eh, take your time.” Gladio slouched further down in the seat, stretching out his legs. “I’m in no rush.”
The prince summoned his book back into his hands and got himself comfortable. As much as his impending marriage looked like something right out of a romance novel or fairy tale, the reality was far more complicated.
But, for just a few more days, he could settle in with a good story and hope that his future marriage ended half as well as the ones in the stories.
Re: Gen or OT4, roleswap
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-09-25 11:48 pm (UTC) - ExpandIgnis/Gladio - life after dawn
Date: 2020-06-25 05:35 am (UTC)Re: Ignis/Gladio - life after dawn
Date: 2020-06-26 08:04 pm (UTC)Totally happy to write bottom Gladio and more than happy to do forms of angst/fluff - just want to make sure there's no preference of mood/plot.
Thanks :)
Re: Ignis/Gladio - life after dawn
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-06-27 03:52 am (UTC) - ExpandGen or Noct/Cloud FFXV + FF7/FF7R crossover. The Crystal in XV is actually Bahamut Summon Materia
Date: 2020-06-26 07:59 am (UTC)What if the crystal that Noct got sucked into was actually the Bahamut summoning material, and instead of Noct spending 10 years conversing with Bahamut, he actually got sucked into the crystal the same time Cloud and the FF7 gang were summoning Bahamut in a battle, resulting in Noctis getting spewed out in Gaia / Midgar and spending 10 years trying to find a way to get back?
How would Noctis deal with life the different world and how would the FF7 characters react to him?
+ Noctis keeps mistaking Cloud for Prompto even though their personalities are totally opposite.
++ Noct can still access the armiger but only because the party still have Bahamut's materia assigned to their weapons (since that's the crystal that gives the Lucian royalty their power.)
+++ One of the FF7 party is convinced through the whole thing that Noct is a ShinRa spy.
I've had this idea about the crystal being Materia in my head since I completed 7 but I haven't really had the time to flesh any solid idea out but I'd love to see someone else's take on it.
Gladio/Ignis + Iris Teases Gladio
Date: 2020-06-28 10:44 pm (UTC)Regis/Ignis, CW: age difference, power imbalance
Date: 2020-07-21 03:23 am (UTC)Fine with canon compliant, canon divergent, or AU, it's all good.
(Anon ships these two hard, I don't even know why)
Deflowering Noctis *realistically*
Date: 2020-07-21 07:11 pm (UTC)Instead of making it even more awkward Ardyn decides to make his first time a good experience. Since he's well-versed in the arts he succeeds too.
I'd like it to not be the average porn where sex is always mind-blowingly fantastic! Noct's first time is - well - his first time! He wants it but it's awkward. He's kind of upset and a dead fish until Ardyn tells him what to do with his hands and gosh, it feels actually more weird than good at first, but he totally comes back for more!
I imagine a virgin Noct to be kind if cute.
Angst, Prompto gets arrested by the crownsguard
Date: 2020-07-22 01:50 am (UTC)Prompto/Noctis preferably, but Gen is fine.
+Noct is involved with deciding what the "criminals" punishment will be as part of king training, without knowing it's Prompto.
+++Only Noct believes Prom didn't do it
++++++Prom had been homeless for a while, and kept it from the bros, and was distancing himself from them as he juggled multiple jobs and school.
Re: Fill: Angst, Prompto gets arrested by the crownsguard
Date: 2020-07-25 10:52 am (UTC)The weak, sickly light of day breaks over his tired eyes. Thinking back on it now, Prompto really wishes that he’d just told the truth.
Re: Fill: Angst, Prompto gets arrested by the crownsguard
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-09-04 10:30 pm (UTC) - ExpandPromto/Noctis, princess of Niffliheim disguised as a boy
Date: 2020-08-01 11:47 am (UTC)So Prompto is the Princess of Nifleheim, she's been promised to Prince Noctis of Lucius as a part of the peace treaty. But on her way her transport is attacked and she is presumed dead.
Of course it was all a rouse to start a war with Lucius. But no one knows that Prompto actually survived, she disguises herself as a man, She's found by Ignis, Gladio and Noct, who were on route to meet the transport when all this went down, unsure of who to trust she pretends to be a soldier or an aide or something, she can't hides she's from Niflehiem but she can hide she's a princess.
So somehow they ends up trying to investigate what happened, discover that it was all a ploy by Niflehiem and by the time alls said and done Prompto doesn't feel she can reveal that she's the Princess.
The boys are suspisious of Prompto when they find out the truth of the attack, especially after Insomnia falls, but believe that Prompto is truely earnest about finding some way to stop the Niffs from taking over (they believe Prompto was a servant or solider who was in love with his princess, and therefore determined on revenge for her).
Eventually of course everything comes out, Luna survives because I need a scene where she gives Prom a makeover. Prompto is afraid things will change if they find out she's who she is, while Noct, when he finds out, is all "OMG! I can't believe I thought I wouldn't like you, you are so awesome!"
Yeeeeeeah... anyone?
Fill Drabble: Promto/Noctis, princess of Niffliheim disguised as a boy
Date: 2020-09-19 05:42 pm (UTC)"Sta- Stay back!" His high, shaking voice belied the steadiness of his hands. It had only been a few days since their world had gone up in flames and Noctis had decided to investigate the crash site that had caused it on their way to Lestallum. It had been a mess. Gladio had found the single set of tracks leading away from the carnage and led the other two men to a nearby hunter’s shack. There was a bit of dried blood on the door and scraps of burned fabric that might have been white in the outdoor fire pit. The nif had been hunkered down in the corner of the shack.
The colorful bruises spreading across his face from a broken nose made it hard to place his age, but he seemed young. His short hair stuck out in all directions and he was swamped in ill-fitting hunter’s clothes, probably stolen. Gladio kept his shield up covering his vitals, but stayed by the door. At least Iggy and Noct had the sense to hang back and let him handle it.
"Lower your weapon." Gladio ordered. "We just want to talk."
The boy just stared at him. This was getting them nowhere. Gladio shifted his feet, preparing to charge the nif and disarm him by force when Noctis shoved past Gladio’s shoulder into the room.
"It's ok, we're here to help." The prince’s voice was confident and compassionate; a far cry from the way he'd shouted himself horse two days ago.
For one horrible second Gladio thought he was about to see his charge go down in a hail of bullets, but the nif just blinked and lowered the pistol. "N- Prince Noctis." The boy stammered. "I…" he squinted back up at Gladio. "Sir… Amicita?"
"Gladio’s fine."
The boy’s trembling seemed to double. He took one hand off the pistol and gestured to his face. "I… my glasses… I didn't recognize you. I thought… The MTs turned on us, I think it's a coup… did… did anyone warn the Emperor?"
Gladio blinked in disbelief. How deluded could you be? Thankfully talking wasn’t his job.
"All our information indicates that the Emperor is alive and in control of your Empire and Military." Ignis wasn’t the type to dither over pulling off a bandaid. The boy’s hands fell to the ground and he slumped lower against the corner. Ignis continued ruthlessly, "Niflheim claimed that we had murdered the princess to justify the attack on the signing ceremony. We came looking for answers and found you. What happened, are there any other survivors?"
The boy hung his head and shook it. "No, it all happened so fast. We were passing over the Slough when the MTs went mad..." He trailed off, seemingly lost in grim memories.
"We need to know the truth." Noctis pressed. "We'll protect you; help you hide with the refugees if you want, but we need to know what happened." The nif seemed to gather himself and nodded.
"The MTs just turned on us and started shooting. The ship crashed, I don't know if it was an accident when they killed the pilot or if the MTs did it when we started fighting back. I blacked out, everything was on fire… I… no one else was alive when I dragged myself out." Tears started running down the nif's cheeks. Gladio shifted his weight slightly. If it had been him waking up to find Noct like that… The boy kept talking. "I left everything at the crash, made it here, stole some clothes and a gun, and I made sure there weren't any trackers on me." He gestured vaguely towards the fire pit outside. "I thought I'd missed one when you showed up." He huffed a humourless laugh and spread his hands to finish his story.
"So, Niflheim kills their own princess; then uses the excuse to turn the peace talks into a blood-bath and take the Crystal in one move.” Ignis mused. The boy started in his corner, eyes up and wide; Gladio understood, knowing something and hearing someone say it were two different things. Ignis nodded to himself and then knelt down and addressed the nif directly. “Forgive us, we clearly weren’t briefed about your mistress’s retinue as well as you were on us; your name, sir?” Ignis held out a gloved hand, offering to help the boy up.
The nif looked down at the gun he was still holding, and nodded for some reason. He set the gun on the cement floor of the shack and extended a bruised hand. The dried blood around the nail beds stood out around what must have been a nice, understated Accordan-style manicure. The boy let Ignis pull him to his feet. “I’m… Prompto. Prompto Argentum. I… am sure you don’t need a social-secretary… but I’ll help however I can.” He nodded decisively.
Gladio looked at the arms sticking out from the hunter’s shirt. The boy, Prompto, probably had some weapons training to serve his princess so closely, but didn’t look like he'd had much hand-to-hand training. Gladio wasn’t completely on board with trusting a nif, but they'd give him a chance.
****
Eh, maybe not what your looking for? Cue Gladio trying to big-bro the new guy, Ignis finding an optometrist in Lestallum, and demi!Noct having feels he Is Not prepared for.
Re: Fill Drabble: Promto/Noctis, princess of Niffliheim disguised as a boy
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-11-20 12:21 am (UTC) - ExpandRe: Fill Drabble: Promto/Noctis, princess of Niffliheim disguised as a boy
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-11-28 02:15 pm (UTC) - ExpandPrompto/Ignis
Date: 2020-08-02 05:27 am (UTC)Basically, I was thinking of similar scenarios, where Prompto says increasingly dumb things to make Ignis laugh/sigh/groan, etc, in a thinly veiled attempt to rile him up. Whether they're in an established relationship or not doesn't matter, but it would be great for Ignis to get "annoyed" to the point of just kissing Prompto to get him to /stop/. Which given his patience, would probably take a lot!! Pushing it beyond kissing is acceptable should you want to write that!
(It would be greatly appreciated if any fills were on AO3 as I'm not very adept with deamwidth!)
OT4, chastity device, submissive prompto, milking, dub connish, humiliation, emotional/sexual manip
Date: 2020-08-02 04:59 pm (UTC)But long term chastity means he needs to be milked, so I want Noct, Ignis and Gladio to milk him, seperately or together. Sometimes its an humiliatingly buisnesslike thing, where he's just bent over a table and his prostate massaged while the others talk as if he isn't even there.
Sometimes they'll take it in turns until he's wrung out and exhausted, and then fuck him when he's all pliant.
He's never given a choice about when a milking is to be done.
+ as a treat, after an intense milking session the chastity device is removed, and his lovers will play with his senstive, limp cock for hours until he begs them to lock him back up.
++ Prompto was unsure about the device when it was first brought up, but the other three remained a united front making sure he knew all the reasons why he would need to be locked in one before he could enter into any relationship with them, and did not give any ground until he agreed.
+++ for it to have been initally agreed that it would only be for a few months at the start, but for the boys to keep coming up with excuses when Prompto needs to wear it for just a few more days/weeks/months. Things like the way he touched himself when it was removed for routine cleaning, or the way he flirted with someone who wasn't them. I want them slowly manipulating Prompto into agreeing to wear the device full time because they make him feel like he can't trust himself without it.
++++ for the use of other toys or restraints as you see fit.
Can be during the game, pre game, AU where game never happened and they're in the coty, or Au where they're on a more sedate roadtrip.
Luna & Prompto, an Alternate adventure Noctis/Prompto endgame
Date: 2020-08-02 06:23 pm (UTC)They would meet not long after Tenebrae is overtaken. But prolonged contact with the Oracle clenses Prompto somewhat of the things done to him and in secret the two become true friends, Luna teaches Prompto to be more human, and Prompto swears to keep her safe.
Then the events of the game roll around, Prompto travels with Luna to Insomnia, and then accompanies her on her jounrey to wake the Astrals for Noct. Altissa happens, that part ends as it does in the game, leaving Prompto without his friend, but determined he forces himself into Noct's three man team, determined to get vengence for Luna, caring for Ignis (as Luna taught him to care).
I'd love for it to go waaay off script after this, where they find some other way to save the day, and Prompto and Noctis fall in love as the rest of the story progresses. Of course there's always some Prompto whump, maybe the train thing still happens, and Noct decides to save him because he;s the last thing he has left of Luna.
I don't know, just Luna & Prompto's Alternate Adventure, followed by the greatest love story ever told and a happy ending. Sorry... maybe someone will like the idea...
Any/Prompto, corset, AU
Date: 2020-08-03 12:05 am (UTC)Prompto in a corset, like wearing one under a baggy t-shirt while out for the day with Any. Or Any lacing him into it, pulling it a little tighter each time, listening to Prompto's small, quick breaths. Any being very attentive when they're out and about, or doing anything strenous because they don't want Prompto to overexert himself while wearing it.
Fully consenual, Prompto loves wearing the corset, just the feel of it around him makes him feel so good, and knowing that Any was the one who laced him into it makes him feel evern better.
Re: Fill: Any/Prompto, corset, AU
Date: 2020-08-27 12:20 pm (UTC)It was hardly visible under the shirt. Unless you happened to know exactly what you were looking for, it was invisible.
Unless you knew exactly what to listen for. Noctis knew to listen for those sweet, short breaths. He knew to look for the tell-tale gauntness about Prompto’s waist that made him even slimmer than usual.
It was all he could do, really, to keep his eyes off Prompto and act like everything was normal. He tried his best to play it cool and act like everything was totally normal.
Noctis shoved his hands into his pockets and looked sideways at Prompto. Casually, like he was just looking around like everything was normal. Like he wasn’t looking at Prompto and thinking about the way that the corset pinched his waist in and clung to his hips and how Prompto would make these breathy little noises as Noctis tested how tight, exactly, the corset was. Like he definitely wasn’t thinking about the surprised squeaks and sighs that Prompto made when Noctis was tugging the corset ribbons as tight as he could get them.
Noctis looked at Prompto, sparring with Gladio like everything was normal. He looked at how Prompto moved just a little stiffly. He looked at Prompto and imagined wrapping the corset ribbons around his fist, and using the leverage to force Prompto to bend over in front of him. He let out a little noise that he hadn’t even realised he was capable of making. Luckily there was nobody around to hear it.
Prompto looked like he was pretty out of breath. It was hardly surprising, considering how tightly Noctis had strapped him into that thing. Noctis started to worry. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea for Prompto to be training right now. Considering that he probably couldn’t even breathe properly let alone hold himself upright, maybe Noctis should call everything off and just … tend to Prompto himself. Yeah. That sounded good. Noctis could rub Prompto’s shoulders and tell him to take deep breaths, and check if the corset was fastened securely around Prompto’s trim, toned waist … and then he could see how much Prompto could move around, and see how far he was able to bend … in fact, the more Noctis thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea to call off training and look after Prompto by himself.
Just at that moment, Gladio managed to land a glancing blow off Prompto’s shoulder. Prompto raised an arm, slightly too late, to block the hit and his baggy oversized shirt hiked up just a tiny bit over his stomach. Noctis watched with morbid, hawklike fascination as Prompto’s worn white t-shirt jerked upwards with the motion and exposed the lower fishbone contour of the corset where it clung to the curve of Prompto’s hipbone. His mouth felt dry. He hoped like hell that nobody else had seen it. But considering that it was just him, Gladio and Prompto in the room, that was unlikely.
Prompto’s breathing sounded even more laboured at this point. Luckily it seemed like Gladio had picked up on it and decided that was enough, as he declared, “Alright, I’mma call it. You ain’t half bad, kid. Go get some rest.”
Noctis felt relieved. He wanted to get Prompto the hell out of there, and preferably back to his apartment and into bed (if they made it that far). He was still trying his best to play it cool and pretend everything was normal, so he grunted and didn’t make any eye contact when Prompto came over to him with a big damn smile on his flushed face like he was waiting for Noctis to tell him it was all okay or something.
“Come on, Noct, I’m sore all over,” Prompto teased. “Gladio just doesn’t know when to let up. I need a back rub after all that, aren’t you supposed to be my friend?”
Noctis imagined running his hands over the tiny rings and laces that held the corset together along Prompto’s back. He imagined jamming his fingers in under the laces to pull them even tighter so that Prompto made all those little breathy noises. Some of what he was thinking must have shown on his face, because Prompto was looking at him with a little smile and a faint dusting of pink along his cheeks.
“Cause, y’know, I sure would love it if I could just get a breather,” and he had to be playing with Noctis, now, because he was deliberately breathing heavier now. There was no way that Noctis could not notice something like that.
Whatever he was playing at, it was phrased cleverly enough that it went straight over Gladio’s head. Thank heavens for small favours. “You giant sap,” Gladio grumbled. “Go on, go relax with Prince Charmless and undo all the hard work that you just did.”
Re: Fill: Any/Prompto, corset, AU
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2020-08-27 12:22 pm (UTC) - ExpandRe: Any/Prompto, corset, AU
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2022-10-31 07:31 am (UTC) - ExpandGen or Any/Ignis, Ignis's mood and the weather
Date: 2020-08-10 01:00 pm (UTC)(several possible pairings) - Mutual non-con, non-con voyeurism, potentially (slight) underage
Date: 2020-08-12 11:23 am (UTC)Someone makes Noctis watch as two of his friends have sex. Preferably rough and at first glance willingly but actually neither of them is (maybe they were coerced through blackmail, drugs, magic... but rather not actual sex pollen, please). Why? Up to you but it should aim at something (a punishment? a bizarre lesson for Noct?).
Bonus points if Noctis figures it out at some point during or after.
Concerning the potential slight underage that might happen depending on when you set the story: I'd be ok if they are in their late teens but please not much younger.
OT4 Noctis leaves
Date: 2020-08-18 03:42 am (UTC)Just want the the bros left behind to be worried and sad and everything else.
Bonus - insight into Noctis grief and desperation to protect what he has left.
How the bros find him again and if they manage to get it through his thick skull that it's them against the world together.
Mega points bonus - Noctis is in a right state when they find him because he has never actually functioned without the chocobros before.
Re: OT4 Noctis leaves
Date: 2020-08-31 10:08 am (UTC)I would be interested in filling your prompt. However, I'm more of a Gen writer, so I wanted to ask if you would be ok if it was more Gen/platonic OT4, rather than a romantic one? The best I could try to do is an 'OT4 if you squint' kind of thing, up to a reader's interpretation, but even then it's likely it'd turn out more gen than anything. Would that be fine with you?