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Re: Noctis/Prompto - Prompto in booty shorts
Date: 2017-02-20 03:06 pm (UTC)Noctis/Prompto, Yandere?
Date: 2017-02-20 03:13 pm (UTC)Whether or not he's concioudly aware and tries to stop these feelings and fails or is completely enamoured by Noctis and is oblivious to how creepy his actions actually are.
+for him taking and keeping like a wall of photos of just Noctis, with or without him noticing
++prompto jerking off to/on said photos
Ardyn/Prompto - A/B/O, chocobros won't knot him during heat
Date: 2017-02-20 03:14 pm (UTC)Cue Ardyn secretly taking full advantage of this. Either in order to get an ally of sorts on the group, or just to fuck with Prompto or the whole group. As an Alpha, Prompto is super drawn to him during heat. And of course, Ardyn has no qualms in stuffing him full of his knot until he's an absolute mess.
Ultra bonus points if Prompto is craving getting knocked up in his heated state, and Ardyn capitalises on this with almost entirely too casual dirty talk. (eg. "There there, it'll be alright. I think you'll find me quite fertile. <3")
Thank god for the internet.
Re: Noctis/Prompto- Go back
Date: 2017-02-20 03:33 pm (UTC)Re: FILL 1/1 Re: Gladio/Ignis, bottom Gladio
Date: 2017-02-20 03:59 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn/Prompto - A/B/O, chocobros won't knot him during heat
Date: 2017-02-20 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-20 04:40 pm (UTC)Fill! Ignis/Noctis (or Gen) Status Effect Mini. (1/???)
Date: 2017-02-20 04:55 pm (UTC)Chapter One: When the Moon Hits Your Eye Like a Big Pizza Pie
"Noctis! Noctis!"
Noctis didn't understand why his head hurt so much; it was like a never-ending thrum of pain that made his eyes water and his throat swell. It was like someone had taken the back of Gladio's sword and thwapped him a few times, then one more for good measure. It was just the Balouve mines; it should have taken a couple hours at most and it was just supposed to be a quick hunt.
There was no reason for him to feel the way he did.
Noctis groaned and opened his eyes, the world coming into focus, though it was still a bit blurry around the edges. It only took a few blinks for the spots to fade from his sight, and Noctis moved gently away from the hard rock next to him.
Wait.
"Ahhhh!"
It wasn't a rock, it was a tooth. A big, big, big tooth. What had happened to the imp? Why was it so big? It wasn't that big when he had fallen on it—had something happened? Had the thing gotten hit with some kind of spell?
Wait.
With dawning realization and equally dawning horror, Noctis looked up to see the red sole of Prompto's boot.
"No! Prompto!" Noctis screamed as he thrust out his arm to warp away from his friend's descending boot. Unfortunately it wasn't far enough, instead causing Noctis to have to warp again to avoid Prompto's other foot as it swung forward.
"Where'd he go? Noctis! Noctis!" Prompto yelled, and it was so loud that Noctis had to drop his Ultima Blade to cover his ears. The ground below him seemed to quake and Noctis shot out his hands to pull out his set of daggers, warping again and again until he fell to his knees in front of another set of boots.
"Ignis! Fuck, Ignis!" Noctis screamed, but looking up at the towering, hulking mass of the mountain above him, Noctis realized too late that it was not his advisor.
Noctis sent a prayer to Etro as he slammed his eyes closed and rolled, hoping that he managed to miss the crunching heel of Gladio's boot. Oh, fuck. What would his ancestors think of this—how embarrassing would it be to show up to wherever souls went when they died to have to listen to them mock him for all eternity about his Shield squishing him like a bug under his Etroboutin boots.
There was a commotion above him and then...
BAM—
The entire planet seemed to be crashing around Noctis's head and though he knew the magic was drained from his body, he still tried to warp away. He could see Gladio coming down, closer and closer as he fell—
"NO!"
And then there was something throwing him up into the air and the world shook and went dark.
Yeah. His ancestors were going to mock him for the rest of eternity.
Noctis shook like a ragdoll and waited for the cold hand of death the claim him. Yet the ground and ceiling above him was warm and dark, dry and…
Wait. Was that leather?
Noctis opened his eyes as he grabbed at the ground, noticing that it seemed to feel so familiar. It was leather, wasn't it?
Just what was happening?
There was a peak of light from above, like little cracks in the ceiling shattering the illusion of death. He tried to stand, but the ground still shook and whenever he moved it seemed that whatever was around him moved, too.
"Your highness… Noctis?" There was a whisper so faint that Noctis laid his head against the ground to try and head it.
"Iggy?"
The sky opened and Noctis screamed, because above him was a big, perfectly green eye.
At a later date, Prompto would manage to get Noctis to admit that Ignis almost got an Armiger to the eye. The only thing that stopped him was he was pretty sure that he had a bit of a heart attack. It took six shots of the Wiz's best whiskey, but the truth always comes out.
He'd take the fact that he damn near pissed himself to the grave, though.
Or... Maybe he kinda did. Just a bit.
Even best friends had their limits.
Re: Ardyn/Prompto - A/B/O, chocobros won't knot him during heat
Date: 2017-02-20 05:04 pm (UTC)Re: Noctis/Prompto- Go back
Date: 2017-02-20 05:06 pm (UTC)Prompto pointing the gun at Noctis.
Re: Fill! Ignis/Noctis (or Gen) Status Effect Mini. (1/???)
Date: 2017-02-20 05:12 pm (UTC)<3 Sai
Re: OT4 "I OBJECT!"
Date: 2017-02-20 05:14 pm (UTC)Gladio/Noctis - Lacy Panties
Date: 2017-02-20 05:17 pm (UTC)Bonus:
+ Gladio wrecks Noctis while the prince wears the panties
++ Perhaps Prompto and Ignis are nearby, so Gladio and Noctis have to be quiet
+++ Praise kink, Noctis is getting off from how Gladio whispers compliments against his ear about how great he looks in the lingerie
please and thank you!
Gladio/Noctis - Gladio confessing to Iris
Date: 2017-02-20 06:22 pm (UTC)That awkward moment when you have to tell your sister that you're seeing the prince she's had a crush on since she first met him. Yikes.
FILL 1/? Re: Omega Gladio, mpreg, maybe Gladio/Ignis?
Date: 2017-02-20 06:26 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“It’s gonna be rough,” Gladio tells his friends, as he gathers up his camping gear under one arm. He can feel it, an itching in his skin, the weight of years of suppressed heats bearing down at last. “Don’t wanna expose you to it.”
“Perhaps that’s wise,” Ignis says, looking at Prompto. Prompto is new to being an alpha, too sensitive. Even with Noct to temper him, and Ignis as the senior alpha of the group, it would probably end in hurt feelings at best, an irreparable accident at worst. Besides, Gladio doesn’t want his friends to see him desperate and weak, wrecked by his baser instincts. Isolation is better.
Not easier, but better.
“Still,” Ignis says. “I’m not sure I like the thought of you being out there alone. If someone happens upon you…”
“Think I can’t fight them off?” Gladio asks, baring his teeth. “I’d like to see them try, Iggy.”
Famous last words. Gladio wishes he hadn’t said them. Wishes Ignis were here. Ignis would know what Gladio needs, as he lies back in the wreck of the tent he swore he put up properly an hour ago, half naked and gone, gone.
There’s a sound in the undergrowth. Footsteps. A hiss of breath. Gladio can smell an alpha, and he’s going mad with desire, opens his eyes, tries to find the breath to beg.
It’s Cor Leonis, the immortal marshal of Insomnia, who meets Gladio’s lust-fogged gaze with his own sharp one.
“Damn,” Cor says. “If someone saw you right now…” Gladio moans, and the older man steps forward. Cor stops, his jaw clenched. “It isn’t safe for you out here.”
“Please,” Gladio says, too lost to care. “Please, help me. I need…” He thrusts his fingers in his slick hole, but it’s not enough to sate him. He hates this, he just needs it gone, needs something to fill him, needs…
“I know what you need,” Cor says. He kneels at Gladio’s side. “I’ll protect you until it’s over. It’s the least I can do.”
“Don’t want… protection,” Gladio hisses. He reaches for Cor, and the other man sighs, kisses him slowly on the lips. Gladio doesn’t know how he can control himself, doesn’t understand why.
Cor doesn’t do anything to him until after Gladio comes, crying with want and breathing hard, over his own stomach. He is lucid enough after to be embarrassed, but Cor explains that it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, and Cor’s someone trusted, someone safe. He asks, while Gladio has the mind to choose, and Gladio says yes.
The next few days are a blur. Gladio knows he isn’t being filled the way he should be, knows that Cor is taking it slow, being too careful when all he wants is what Cor wants, what he can feel him wanting. When at last it happens, they give themselves to each other, to the heat and the mess and the friction of skin on skin.
“Do it,” he says, when he feels the swell against his rim for what feels like the first time (but it isn’t. He doesn’t know how many times it’s been, but it’s not enough. Not enough). “Do it. Gods.” He holds the man by the neck and pulls him down, bucks his hips up to take more of him, and in the fog of desperation and need and burning nerves the voice of warning in the back of his mind gives way.
The man leaning over him cleans him up after. Calls him Gladio. Says he’s sorry. Don’t be, Gladio says. I wanted this. There’s a hand on his cheek, a face peering into his. Cor. Right, he remembers now. He’s glad it’s Cor. Cor knows him, knows not to hurt him. Cor sits with him until he’s ready to stand, and the two of them part ways with only a little awkwardness. It doesn’t matter. It’s over, and they both have their duties.
An early morning dip in the river isn’t enough to wash the smell of sex from his pores, and when Gladio walks back into camp, the others look up at him with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t fucking ask,” he says, and collapses on Prompto’s recently vacated bedroll.
“Dude, I’ll have to wash that,” the blond alpha says. Noct laughs. Gladio flips them off and kicks the tent flap closed.
Ignis ducks in thirty minutes later with what looks like the best breakfast Gladio’s ever been presented with in his miserable life. He rolls his eyes when the advisor tries to lift him into a sitting position, but he’s too exhausted to care, really.
“When was the last time you ate?” Ignis asks.
“I’m not a delicate maiden, Iggy.”
“Answer my question.” There’s a hint of an order there, a lower tone to his voice. Gladio reacts instinctively to it, then bristles. He knows Iggy doesn’t mean to influence him. It’s just post-heat bullshit making him susceptible to any alpha who looks him in the eye.
“Can’t remember. Thanks, Ignis.” He tries not to inhale the food, and raises his eyebrows when Ignis sits next to him, a shoulder pressed to his.
“What?”
“Someone helped you through it,” Ignis says. It isn’t a question. “Would you care to tell me who?”
“Not really your business,” Gladio says, and quirks his lips at Ignis’ wince. “Sorry, Specs. I ain’t good company right now. Like you before your second cup of coffee.”
Ignis smirks and runs a hand up Gladio’s back. It feels like an unconscious thing, even though Gladio could count on one hand the number of times they touched outside of combat in the past year. He can’t bring himself to be properly pissed about it, either. Cor was… polite… but when Gladio thinks back on it, the man was almost clinical. Like he was fighting to stay in control the whole time, even when he was balls-deep and filling him with his—
Gladio shifts, and Ignis pulls away.
“Fucking suppressants,” Gladio grumbles.
“You were putting it off for too long,” Ignis says. “Trust me. It happened to me with my ruts, when I was twenty—“
“No shit.” Gladio remembers the way Ignis had staggered into the Crownsguard training yards after a week locked in his rooms, looking like he’d been run over by a behemoth. “I guess it was my time.”
“You should give it two weeks before you start going back on them,” Ignis says. “You know how it goes. We’ll keep to ourselves until then.”
“Not gonna drag us down, Specs,” Gladio says. He sets down the plate and stretches out his legs, groaning. Gods, he feels awful. Three days on his back at a stone haven is hell on the joints.
Ignis’ eyes, when he turns to them, are bright. “No one would say that,” he says. “None of us.” He picks up the plate and crouches out of the tent. Gladio wonders why the spot on his back where Ignis had touched him feels so warm, and why the loss of it stings, somehow.
No. He isn’t going to think about that. It’s just more alpha bullshit, fucking up a perfectly good thing. He doesn’t need it. Doesn’t need any of it. In a few weeks, when the remnants of this unnatural heat has left his system completely, he’s going to go right back on the suppressants and to hell with all of this.
Except it doesn’t go away. A week and a half later, Gladio still feels warm, on edge. He snaps at Noctis when the prince wastes their time trying to catch trout in a fished-out pond, has ingested what feels like a metric ton of water, and wakes up in the early morning to find that he’s curled up in a tangle of blankets and sleeping bag again. It’s humiliating, and he hates it, and if it weren’t for the fact that fucking Ignis has the suppressants in his bag just in case, Gladio would risk the dangerous side effects and down half of them now.
“Dude, I don’t know what you’re freaking out about,” Prompto says one night. “You don’t even smell like you’re in heat. I mean, something’s different, yeah. But that’s probably ‘cause you’re not taking your meds, right?”
“I am so glad I don’t have to deal with that,” Noct says, half asleep against the side of his chocobo.
At Gladio’s right, Ignis is uncharacteristically silent.
Re: Luna/Gentiana - Saving her
Date: 2017-02-20 06:38 pm (UTC)Re: OT4 "I OBJECT!"
Date: 2017-02-20 06:49 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn/Noctis and OT4, A/B/O, MPreg, Dub-con/Non-con
Date: 2017-02-20 06:52 pm (UTC)Re: Gladio/Noctis - Gladio confessing to Iris
Date: 2017-02-20 06:56 pm (UTC)Re: Noctis/Niflheim - Prostitution, Angst
Date: 2017-02-20 06:58 pm (UTC)Luna/Ardyn - healing, passionate sex
Date: 2017-02-20 07:01 pm (UTC)Bonus points for Ardyn gradually reverting more towards how he used to be, getting kinder and more touchy feely as the healing/banging progresses. Ardyn being totally overwhelmed by how wonderful it all feels would be ace!
Re: Luna/Ardyn - healing, passionate sex
Date: 2017-02-20 07:06 pm (UTC)Gladio/Noctis - Gladio has a crush on Noct
Date: 2017-02-20 07:14 pm (UTC)FILL 2/? Re: Omega Gladio, mpreg, maybe Gladio/Ignis?
Date: 2017-02-20 07:18 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When enough time has passed, Gladio is digging in Ignis’ bag in their hotel room when the advisor walks in, a plastic bag in hand. Gladio can see the outline of a cup noodles box, and figures he’s about to be bribed for something. He probably wants Gladio to take the others out, give Ignis some time alone.
“Gladio,” Ignis says.
“I’ll take ‘em running tomorrow,” Gladio says. “They can use the muscle.”
Ignis stops, stares. “No. No, that’s not what I… Gladio.” He coughs. “Don’t take the suppressants yet.”
Gladio gives him a sarcastic look. “You want me to lose my shit in the middle of battle in a few weeks?” he asks.
“You won’t,” Ignis says. “At least, I don’t think so. I… I want you to humor me.”
“I have plenty of humor,” Gladio says, deadpan. Ignis groans and sets down the bag. He pulls a plastic box out of it and runs it over his hands, twirling it in his long fingers.
“I’ve seen what you’re going through… what I think you’re going through before,” he says. “I can’t be sure, but…” He sighs, and Gladio stands up, lifting Ignis’ glasses a fraction with one finger before letting them drop down. It’s a move that always makes Ignis roll his eyes in good humor, but he looks at Gladio with a stern, firm gaze. Hell. He’s serious.
“Alright, Specs,” Gladio says. “I’ll bite.” Ignis drops the box in his hands, and he looks down. “Or not. No, on second thought, this is the opposite of funny. The fuck, Ignis?”
“Try it,” Ignis says, closing Gladio’s fingers over the pregnancy test. “For my sake.”
“Fine,” Gladio growls. “But it ain’t gonna show anything.” He storms off into the bathroom and slams the door behind him, making the paintings on the walls rattle.
Forty-five minutes later, Ignis lifts the door from its hinges.
Gladio has to admit, through the endless screaming that is his mind at present, that he’s impressed. He didn’t know that Ignis had it in him, but here he is, grunting as he opens the door the wrong way round, the lock screeching as it is nearly pried off the doorjamb. The advisor sits next to Gladio and holds out a hand, looks down at the test Gladio places in his fingers.
“Ah,” Ignis says.
“Ah?” Gladio whips around to face him. “Ah? This isn’t just ah, Ignis, this is a fucking disaster.”
“Because you’re Noct’s shield.”
“You fucking think? I can’t… I can’t let this get in the way, Iggy. I mean, sure, okay, maybe I wanted this one day, but… whoever heard of a pregnant Shield?”
Ignis’ stare goes right through him. “Your dad, for one.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“That was…” Gladio raises his hands, trying to find the right words. “Him. Dad could do anything. Did do anything. Maybe if he was here, he could… tell me what to do, or…” He stops. This is dangerous territory. This is the place Gladio can’t go, the door he’s kept locked ever since Insomnia fell. He grinds his teeth together and drags his fingers through his hair.
Ignis wraps an arm around his shoulder and pulls him close. Gladio knows he should feel off about this, but a comforting hand is arguably the nicest thing to happen to him in this weird shitshow of a month. He lets Ignis hold the side of his head, a hand in his hair, and closes his eyes to it all. He pretends he’s in Insomnia, living down the hall from his dad, with a peace treaty securing the border and all the time in the world to think of anything as chancy as the future.
“You don’t have to decide right away,” Ignis says. “We’ll talk to the others. But whatever you choose, you know I’ll support you.”
“I know,” Gladio says, lost in the memory of a home no longer waiting for him. “I know.”
Noct takes it better than Gladio thought he would. Prompto goes quiet for an entire half hour before he explodes, and Ignis has to shoo him away to explain that No, we aren’t throwing him a party, Prompto, No, stop. Stop right there, Prompto, don’t you dare go near that convenience store…
“So,” Noct says, as Ignis tries to forcibly drag the gunner away from a selection of balloons. “What are you gonna do?”
“Hell if I know,” Gladio says. It’s nice, being alone with Noctis. He and Noct have an uneasy relationship in public, when Gladio’s role as the future king’s shield takes front and center, but when they’re on their own, Gladio can be as open with him as he would with a brother. He needs that, right now. “You can’t let your guard down right now, and I’m your guard.”
“Yeah, but if you didn’t have to worry about that, what would you do?”
Gladio glares at him. “You wouldn’t retire me?”
“Hell, no.”
“I guess I’d keep it,” Gladio says. “You know it’s… with Dad gone, and since I’m the one who’s gonna have to carry on the main line of the family…”
Noct shakes his head. “It’s not all that. I’ve seen you with kids. You want to be a dad. You’d be a good one. For what it’s worth.”
“Thanks,” Gladio says. “But like this?”
They sit there a while, and Noct rolls his fingers along the tabletop, drumming out an erratic rhythm.
“You know,” he says. “We can take our time with the covenants. And Jared and Talcott are in Lestallum. Jared basically raised you when you were little, and your dad was fighting the Nifs…”
Gladio braces his arms on the table and leans towards the prince. “You think that’s possible?” he asks. Noct huffs.
“Of course. Jared would cry for days, you know him. Anyways.” He turns bright blue eyes to Gladio’s amber ones. “You’ve had my back most of my life. What kind of king will I be if I don’t have yours once in a while?”
Gladio doesn’t know what to say to this. He swallows hard and looks away, and Noct ducks his head down with only the barest hint of a smile. By the time Ignis brings a sullen and disheartened Prompto back to the group, the two of them have regained their composure and are playing Kings Knight on their phones.
“He’s keeping it,” Noct announces, as the other two sit down. “And he’s keeping his job. Royal decree.”
“Don’t get emotional on me, Iggy,” Gladio says, when Ignis turns to him. But when Ignis places a hand on his knee, Gladio doesn’t move away.
Re: Luna/Ardyn - healing, passionate sex
Date: 2017-02-20 07:18 pm (UTC)