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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
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UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
Re: Brot4, Wheelchair AU
Date: 2017-02-03 11:27 pm (UTC)Noctis/bros, Slave!AU
Date: 2017-02-03 11:52 pm (UTC)(PWP or plot or character studies of how the dynamics change as events in the game happen – I'm up for anything.)
Any/Prompto accidentally sends people dick pics
Date: 2017-02-03 11:55 pm (UTC)Re: Noctis/Prompto Phone Call During Sex
Date: 2017-02-04 12:00 am (UTC)And i would totally write this if I wasn't buried in fills i need to get back to.
Re: Slave AU - Promptis
Date: 2017-02-04 12:02 am (UTC)I just imagined Prompto being all cute and awkward, trying to initiate things but Noct is just like "no".
Re: Fill: Pyrefly 1/1
Date: 2017-02-04 12:11 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Pyrefly 1/1
Date: 2017-02-04 12:15 am (UTC)Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-04 01:23 am (UTC)So now here's Prompto, prisoner of war - only he's getting treated about 200x better than he ever has in his life. What do you mean, he gets food that's not strictly-rationed protein bars and vitamin tablets? What do you mean, he gets a bed? What do you mean, there's time when he isn't training, killing things, or undergoing horrifically painful experiments? What do you mean, medical attention for injuries? What do you mean, people talking to him about people things, like he's a person or something?
And now here are Noct and Ignis and Gladio, who are nonplussed to discover that this presumed-to-be-a-robot enemy soldier is actually just an awkward and surprisingly likable young man.
Re: Brot4, Prompto attacked in his home
Date: 2017-02-04 01:29 am (UTC)Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-04 01:31 am (UTC)Always.
Re: Gladio + Noctis, bodyswap, chronic pain, fatigue
Date: 2017-02-04 01:32 am (UTC)Re: Noctis/Prompto + Ardyn Fuck or Die
Date: 2017-02-04 01:36 am (UTC)Re: OT4; Orgasm Denial
Date: 2017-02-04 01:39 am (UTC)Re: Ignis/Prompto - Never been touched, abuse recovery
Date: 2017-02-04 01:42 am (UTC)Re: Any/Prompto accidentally sends people dick pics
Date: 2017-02-04 01:48 am (UTC)Clarus/Regis, Jealously
Date: 2017-02-04 01:53 am (UTC)Or he's just jealous of Cor because of so and so...This was better in my head sadly but yeah.
Bonus points: Regis apologizes to Clarus and they have the most amazing makeup sex
Fill 3/? YandereArdyn/Prompto side Noctis/prompto
Date: 2017-02-04 01:53 am (UTC)He's in a small room with nothing but his pants on lying down on a small bed. It's completely dark and the absence of noise is deafening. Strangely enough it reminds him of his empty home before he had friends, before he had Noctis. He doesn't like this room just he doesn't like the darkness, but it hurts to even lift up his head and really he can't bring himself to move.
He wishes he had a blanket at least then he could hide himself under it and pretend he wasn't in the situation that left him with little to no control over himself. Maybe his past experience was a dream well a nightmare, it surely wasn't pleasant enough to be a dream.
No that did not make any sense because here he was stuck in a room he has never seen before, none of his friends in sight and in so much pain. Pain, it throbs everywhere like if he was one giant bruise, what had he be doing he didn't know, did remember.
It felt like hours but maybe it was minutes then again maybe It was hours Prompto honestly had no clue. It was just him and the bed, lying together in silence. Sometimes silence was bad for Prompto most of the time if he was quiet for too long his brain would wander into weird places. Right now between the haze of pain and just all around confusion Prompto found a sense of clarity in the rooms stillness. It was nice to have no real thought crosses his mind.
He just laid there falling in and out of sleep. Sometimes when he opened his eyes he would see red and sometimes he wouldn't. It was always a frightening guess as to which vision his eyes would go to. Prompto really didn't want to think about the consequences of the whole thing, what it could mean for the future.
Prompto didn't hear when the door opened but he certainly felt when strong hands lifted him up into a sitting position. He felt as Ardyn rearranged the pillows on the small cot so that he was resting comfortably on them as he leaned against the wall.
“There we go now nice and comfy.” Said the strange older man as he leaned away from Prompto so that they were looking face-to-face. Feeling rather dizzy from the pain Prompto let his head slumped to the side. The Chancellor leaned in close to him and helped Prompto to open his mouth so that he could put a small pill on the blonde’s tongue “ I need you to swallow” said Ardyn gently.
Having no fight left in him Prompto simply whined his objection as he was coaxed to swallow down the pill dry. Lucky whatever Ardyn had given he was almost as fast acting as a high grade hp-potion. Instantly the pain and the ache went away and in its place an almost euphoric like feeling. It felt like he was floating which was weird because he had just felt like rocks were holding down his body.
Prompto looked up at the Chancellor who was holding his head and smiled at the funny looking man, with his weird hair, and ridiculous looking hat. “Ah there we go, there is my happy boy.” Said Ardyn as he helped Prompto back into a lying down position on the bed. “It's sad that I can't keep you like this for long.” The older man said with a sigh. “But we’ll have all the time in the world once your old king is asleep.”
Prompto just hummed at the words flowing in one ear and out the other as he was arranged on the bed and finally given a blanket. A big baby blue fluffy blanket outlined in bright yellow ribbon. Prompto stayed perfectly still on the bed staring off into space in a drug filled hayes, not noticing when one man left the room and not noticing one another entered.
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Well that's all I got for now hope ya'll like it
Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-04 02:08 am (UTC)(also, seconded liek woah)
Re: Gladio + Noctis, bodyswap, chronic pain, fatigue
Date: 2017-02-04 02:09 am (UTC)Ignis/Noctis; Rimming
Date: 2017-02-04 02:14 am (UTC)Noct/Gladio - secret relationship
Date: 2017-02-04 02:16 am (UTC)Prompto/Noctis- Camboy Noctis
Date: 2017-02-04 02:18 am (UTC)And well, college starts up again, and to Prompto's surprise, the center of his fantasies over the past two months is enrolled in the same Physics course as him. Oh and, Noctis wants to be his study partner. Needless to say, Prompto's fucked.
(I'm not too picky except I don't want bottom Prompto. I would love if Noctis is a biter though. As for kinks anything goes. I've love something public like Noctis wearing a buttplug to class and masturbating in the college bathroom for a video to post on his camboy account. And Prompto watching it and being like "holy fucking shit." But that's just a suggestion! Whoever decides to fill this has free reign! Oh and bonuses if:
++++Noctis wears eyeliner.
+++Noctis is a giant tease when him and Prompto do eventually get together.
++++++Prompto's a nervous fucking wreck upon discovering Noctis is in his class because "holy shit that's the guy i jack off to"
++++++++++++++Noctis has a tongue piercing.
+++Prompto's actually good at dirty talk.)
Re: FILL 1/? Re: Noctis, gen, Endless Corridor Horror a la P.T.
Date: 2017-02-04 02:19 am (UTC)Re: Fill (3/4): Noctis/any or OT4- Carnival date
Date: 2017-02-04 02:31 am (UTC)Ignis pulls out his phone, “Well, you said that Carbuncle could text you. Have you tried texting anyone else?”
Noctis feels like slapping himself, the solution was so obvious, “Good idea. I’ll text Prompto and you text Gladio?”
Gladio texts Ignis back almost instantly. By the time he arrives on a gondola Ignis has tried texting Prompto three times and Noctis four, plus one phone-call which got them nothing but a windy noise that wasn’t quite static.
“Hey,” Gladio says, looking around as he steps out of the boat, “No Prompto yet?”
“No,” Noctis says, “He hasn’t even answered his phone.”
“He’s probably just racing chocobos. He wouldn’t be able to answer mid-race,” Ignis says calmly, “We’ll give him 15 more minutes, then if he hasn’t gotten in touch yet we should split-up and search for him.”
If Noctis hadn’t known him since forever he might have missed the faintest line of worry Ignis' eyes.
“Sounds like a plan,” Gladio says, looking at Ignis too, and then he's dipping down and pressing a kiss against Ignis’ forehead. None of them were ever that demonstrative in public before, especially the older two, but there’s no consequences left to worry about now.
Gladio turns to Noctis and Noctis tilts his head up for his kiss. He scowls at Gladio when he gets his hair ruffled instead.
“. . . Your text said Kenny Crow’d been hassling you again?” Gladio asks, “‘Cause he hasn’t stopped messing with me, either.”
“Shit,” Noctis hisses out.
“Stick to the plan, there’s no need to panic yet,” Ignis says, sitting back down at the table he and Noctis had eaten their late lunch at, “Prompto’s an experienced fighter now, he’s not helpless.”
Gladio grumbles and sits down opposite him, “Yeah, you’re right.”
Noctis, after some hesitation, takes the third chair. It makes the fourth feel conspicuously empty. There’s four crystal bowls and and a layered dessert waiting ready on the table, Ignis looks at them but makes no move to serve them out.
“What is that, anyway?” Gladio asks.
“It's called tiramisu, it’s a local favourite,” Ignis says.
Gladio leans forward to study it, “It smells like coffee.”
“That would be because it’s coffee-flavoured,” Ignis says in a tone of infinite patience. Noctis bites back a laugh.
“You’re getting pretty debauched, ain’t ya, Ignis?” Gladio grins, “I mean, wow, coffee-based desserts before dinner, you’re really letting your hair down here.”
“Actually, Noctis and I just finished lunch,” Ignis says, leaning back and looking at Gladio over his glasses, “It was nice. It was romantic. Noctis ate a carrot and absolutely no one complained that it wasn’t Cup Noodles.”
“Hey, I like food other than Cup Noodles!”
“I also wanted to cook something more challenging than meat-on-a-stick.”
“I thought you liked where I stuck my meat.” Gladio leered.
Ignis visibly struggles between wanting to retort and not wanting to descend to Gladio’s level. He's saved from having to chose when Noctis’ phone suddenly buzzes. Prompto’s name is flashing on screen and Noctis nearly drops his phone in his hurry to answer.
He opens the text and reads it, then sucks in a breath and tries to stop the shaking of his hands, “Guys, it’s from Prompto’s phone but it’s NOT from Prompto.”
“What do you mean?” Ignis asks. Noctis passes his phone over in response.
“Kaw Kaw, Kids,” Ignis reads out reluctantly, mouth twisting, “If you ever want to see your friend again, you’d better find him fast. Or maybe you’re okay with him giving his life for art. Kaw. Kaw . . Kaw . . . etc.”
Ignis hands Noctis back his phone, almost absently, and gets up to pace the floor.
“There’s a clue in that somewhere,” Ignis mutters, “Giving his life for art? It couldn’t be that demonic painting, could it? That’s far too easy . . . “
“Specs, he attacked us with stale fries this afternoon,” Noctis says, getting up too, “I don’t think we’re dealing with a mastermind here.”
“The sun’s starting to set.” Gladio says, also standing, hands flexing at his side subconsciously as if he’s about to draw a sword.
“We’re less than ten minutes away,” Ignis says, “Sunset’s not for another hour, we can make it.”
“If I warp I can be there in under minute,” Noctis says.
Gladio clasps him on the shoulder, firmly, and says, “Go.”
Noctis is warping across the canal before Ignis can even tell him to be careful.
A second warp takes him to the top of the stairs and a third across the bridge and then he’s there, staring at the stacks of armored crates now blocking the archway leading down to the storage area. Noctis switches on his flashlight and tries to get a look through the railings lining the staircase.
There’s a huddled form, slumped against the stacks of crates, that’s all too familiar.
“Prompto!” he whispers and then yells, much louder, “PROMPTO!”
It’s a long, long, horrible moment before Prompto stirs and looks up around groggily, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“Oh thank fuck,” Noctis says, breathing it out like a prayer, “Prompto, over here!”
“Noct?” Prompto looks up. His eyes widen when he sees Noctis and he scrambles to his feet, “Noct!”
“Are you hurt?” Noctis asks, his eyes scanning Prompto anxiously.
“Only my pride, really,” Prompto chuckles nervously, rubbing at the back of his head. He smiles at Noctis, a little shyly, “I feel better now you’re here, though.”
Noctis stretches a hand out through the railings. Prompto reaches back and they tangle their fingers together.
“It’s going to be okay,” Noctis promises him, “Gladio and Ignis are on their way.”
“I know,” Prompto’s smile grows a little brighter, “I know that now, you guys will always come to bail me out. I . . . “
There’s a rustling noise and Prompto looks down, talking to something in the shadow of the stairs, “No, it’s okay, he’s cool, don’t worry.”
“There’s someone else in there with you?” Noctis asked, brow furrowing, “Who else has that asshole been kidnapping?”
“What, wait, no?” Prompto lets go of his hand and ducks out of sight, remerging with his arms full of golden fluff. “Not people. Chocobo chicks.”
The chick warks at Noctis indignantly, bristling its feathers. “Oh hey if you’re just going to be rude to Noct I’m going to put you down again,” Prompto scolds it. The chick just chirrups grumpily so Prompto laughs and sets it down.
“Sorry about that, Noct.” Prompto says reaching back out to twine their hands together again, “Yeah that’s . . . kind of how I got into this mess, heh. I heard it and it sounded upset and when I came down here I found some bastard had trapped it in a box . . . and then the next thing I know I’m getting hit with a stop spell by . . . er, don’t laugh at this next bit . . . “
"Let me guess, Kenny Crow?” Noctis says, huffing despite himself, “It’s not just you, he’s been fucking with all of us.”
“Oh! Oh, good! . . . I mean, no, wait, that’s bad,” Prompto says, wincing, “Just . . . not as embarrassing as I was afraid of?”
Noctis gives his fingers a squeeze, “Hey, you were protecting something helpless, there’s nothing embarrassing about that.”
Prompto bites his lip, “Thanks, Noct.”
Noctis rubs his thumb over Prompto's knuckles, "Always."
"So, um, think Gladio's going to be able to move those crates?" Prompto asks. Noctis looks over at them. They look solid and very very heavy.
“Maybe, but I think I can,” Noctis says, letting go of his hand, “I’ve got an idea.”
He mentally rummages through the Armiger, then reaches out to Prompto again, “Here, put this on.”
Prompto takes the little metal trinket and stares at it, “Um, Noct . . . isn’t this a Fire Crest?”
“Yeah,” Noctis says, searching through the Armiger again, “also you might want to stand back, just in case.”
Even through the railings and the gloom, Noctis can see Prompto’s eyes go wide, and then there’s more tiny, annoyed warking as he ushers the chick down the stairs. Noctis is about to step back himself but then Prompto appears again and says, a little breathlessly, “Also, in case this doesn’t work, I need you to know that I love you and that your hat is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
And then Prompto’s ducking back out of sight again. Noctis listens until he's sure he can no longer hear his footsteps ringing against the stone stairs.
Noctis moves back, gauging the weight and heft of the Quadcast Firaga in his hand. “Well,” he says to himself, “The sun’s not setting any slower.”
Then he lobs it.
A minute later, surveying the wreckage, he thinks he may have overdone it. Just a little. The flames burned in colours not seen in nature and while there’s no crates left there’s also not much of a railing, just molten puddles of metal hissing on the floor, and the bricks are still glowing with heat.
“ . . . If Ifrit had seen that he’d have felt inadequate.” Prompto’s voice drifts up from the darkness.
Noctis forgets all about the damage as he leaps down, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Prompto steps closer, into the light, “I knew my prince was going to come for me.”
They grin at each other and then Noctis is pulling him close, running his hands over Prompto’s sides and kissing his mouth, his jaw, his cheek, his neck, any part of him that’s convenient. Prompto’s kissing back just as enthusiastically and it’s messy and uncoordinated and Prompto’s nose pokes Noctis in the eye at least once but they can’t seem to stop.
Noctis is sneaking a hand under Prompto’s shirt when Prompto yelps and pushes him away. Noctis stares at him in confusion but Prompto’s looking down and asking “Why’d you peck me, buddy?”
It takes a moment for Noctis to realise Prompto’s talking to the chocobo chick.
The next thing he knows he's toppling backwards as Prompto throws them both to the ground, the brickwork behind their heads exploding into a shower of dust and shards.
When Noctis’ eyes clear from the debris he sees a red dot dancing across Prompto’s side. He swears and rolls them out of the way a second before the floor shatters exactly where they had been laying.
They look up to see the familiar figure of Kenny Crow standing in the ruined archway at the top of the staircase, aiming a sniper rifle down at them. Noctis tenses, trying to make the mental calculations. Can we warp-strike faster than Kenny can shoot?
“Get ready to run into the store-room,” he whispers to Prompto.
“What? No!” Prompto hisses back, "I'm not leaving you!"
“Caw Caw Kids,” Kenny Crow calls down as he takes aim, “Are you ready for Kenny’s Special Surprise?”
There’s a blur of movement behind Kenny and the next moments happen to Noctis in a jumble of sensations. The crack of the rifle discharging at the ceiling. The white of the plaster raining down. The dull thumping noise of Kenny Crow falling down the stairs. Finally, the light dimming as the familiar silhouettes of Gladio and Ignis crowd the archway.
Re: Noct/Gladio - secret relationship
Date: 2017-02-04 02:59 am (UTC)SECONDED!