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 Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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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.

 

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Noctis/Noctis/Ardyn, Doppelganger

[(Anonymous)]

This gif just makes me think of a demon Noct trying to make sense of human things: https://68.media.tumblr.com/18dd0cb5cc25afb71263699f752b3063/tumblr_ognof585vc1sq939xo1_r1_540.gif

What if Ardyn made a daemon!Noct to play with a la Natla and Lara Croft in Tomb Raider?

FILL: What Dreams May Be 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Noct broke into yet another room of the horrifying endless maze that was Zegnautus Keep, wondering what fun surprise Ardyn had left for him in this one.

It wasn't until he got to the very end of the room that he saw it—a body strapped to a steel operating table, which was no longer something unexpected in this hellhole, but the fact that it looked exactly like Noct was. The most glaring difference (other than that it couldn't possibly be Noct) were the patterns of old bruises and new blood on its skin, more scars than Noct could have ever accumulated in his lifetime. Noct really didn't want to think about what Ardyn had been doing to this facsimile of himself.

He had to move on, but he couldn't just leave it there.

Noct involuntarily took a step back when it opened its eyes, all black, just looking at him. It didn't beg for help like a real person would, or even have much of an expression on its face.

The thing sent shivers down Noct's spine.

Biting his lip on indecision, Noct asked. "If I let you out, are you going to try and kill me?"

The thing only blinked its dark eyes at him, as if it didn't understand the question.

-

They made quick work through the halls, Noct with the ring and the...thing tearing through the MT units with what looked like and unlike claws.

"I see you've found one of my toys," Ardyn laughed over the intercom.

One of...? Noct thought with a stomach-dropping horror.

The thing beside him didn't even pause, just tore through another ghastly MT unit wielding an axe as it lumbered slowly towards them.

Gladio/Noctis + that time travel mechanic thing

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis uses the Umbra ability to go back to a time when Gladio didn't seem so sick of him. Bonus if Noctis asks to be held/otherwise comforted and Gladio can't figure out what's up, but is willing to indulge Noctis in some cuddling and petting.

a cookie and nine years 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

The next thing he knows, he drops his wooden sword and takes a step forward. He falls, onto someone much bigger than he remembers for the longest time, his arms barely reaching around his waist. The scent of his cotton drill blazer, the low afternoon soon hitting the training room floor.

The fond, resigned sigh and the hand ruffling his hair.

"Did Ignis tell you to eat your vegetables again?"

He's thirteen again, he could get away with wanting to be spoilt. So he does, nuzzling further into Gladio, burying himself in the warm scent of air-dried shirts.

"No," he mumbles, knowing exactly how petulant he sounds.

Gladio laughs, a pleasant rumble, mussing up his hair even further. Noctis couldn't care less about how it'll look like later when he walks out.

"You're being silly today."

------

He lets Gladio balance his mug on top of his head, doesn't even try to wiggle excessively to either spill the contents or get him to take it off. He watches folds on Ignis' work shirt quietly, makes himself small on sitting on the counter stool.

Gladio takes his mug with him, moves across the kitchen to bother Ignis, snatching a strawberry and popping it in his mouth. He picks up a freshly baked pastry, expertly deflecting a disapproving glare from Ignis and leans across the countertop. He smiles, wide, mischievous.

"Open wide," he offers.

Noctis leans forward, takes a small, shy bite.

-------

"I don't know what I have to say to you anymore."

"You don't have to do anything."

"You are a piece of work."

------

He's fifteen when he gets into a fight with some punks who tried to pick on Prompto. The heir to the throne he may be, but the school still had to follow Certain Procedures and call his guardians to pick him up. He isn't suspended, no. The school wouldn't go that far. But they still thought it would be for the best that he's sent home for today.

Ignis forces a smile when he walks out of the principal's office. He kneels down in front of him, hand on his shoulder like he's a child and smiles sadly.

"You're not in trouble."

"I never am."

"Surprisingly, it's really not your fault," Ignis chuckles. "The teachers agreed that you were rightfully defending your friend. They could do without the violence though."

He stands back up, straightens his jacket. "I need to tend to this matter further. Gladio is waiting for you outside to take you home."

-----

"Where's your bike?"

"It's illegal to let someone ride on the back of your bike."

"You expect me to walk home?"

Gladio laughs and crouches down, positioning his hands behind his back. "Come on, you hurt your leg right?"

Noctis falls asleep half the distance home, nose nuzzling the fine hairs on the back of Gladio's neck, lulled by the quiet city murmurs.

------

"So tell me you actually beat them up," Gladio says as he dressed Noctis' wounds.

"We are not encouraging this behaviour." Ignis says, holding the first aid kit for him.

"I'm not, I just want to know if what I taught him came in handy." Noctis winces, when Gladio pulls the bandages a litte too tight.

"I squirmed out of a headlock?"

"Ah, the only thing you could do properly. I'm proud." Gladio pats his knee, then stands up to run his hand through Noctis' hair. "Prompto must be really upset though. Whaddya say to me sneaking you out with Ignis' danishes to visit him later?"

"I am not part of this," or he says, because he's reaching for the apron on the hook by the door.

"Sure you ain't, Iggy."

------

"If you stopped to think for once--"

"I swear you're just annoyed if I so much breathedyour way--"

-------

A blur of shoved shoulders, fists balled tight. Tugged collars and a snarl by his cheeks. His toes are barely on the ground, dangling mere millimetres above. It hurts to look at him.

It's clear he doesn't want to look at him.

--------

He wakes up, in the car this time, curled far against the glass. They're not touching. He tries to, as much as he can, melt into the seats, away from him.

Gladio is asleep too, he thinks. In attempt to cool himself down after all they've been through today.

He remembers when he was eleven-- a crossfire with Iris caught in the middle. The biggest fight they had before now. Training was tense. Gladio channeling all his anger into his shinai.

They come out of it with bruises, stuck in seiza at the same low table with Iris glaring at them, her arms crossed.

"Now share a cookie and make up," she had said.

If only that could work now.

"She also said to talk, Highness," Ignis says cooly, their eyes meeting through the front mirror. "Just a little hint, if I may."

------

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Noctis says, holding half of a cookie.

"It was over the line for me to say that to you too," Gladio's half of the cookie is visibly smaller than his, but he doesn't say anything.

"We really need to work on this talking thing," Noctis laughs, looking at the broken edge of the cookie fondly. "We always end up fighting."

"Yeah," Gladio replies behind a mouthful. "But that's why we learn, right?"

Cor Leonis/Ardyn Izunia Coffee Shop AU! /domestic smut

[(Anonymous)]

Basing this idea loosely on this awesome modern AU fic - http://archiveofourown.org/works/8818879/chapters/20220766

I would love to see Cor and Ardyn be intimate but with Cor definitely asserting dominance over the bastard weasel.

Re: Cor Leonis/Ardyn Izunia Coffee Shop AU! /domestic smut

[(Anonymous)]

coffeeshop op here:
ok first: im fucking losing it that you all like this dumb fic so much omg im dying,
second: i am actually working on something for this that pretty much hits exactly what youve asked for so um. ill bump that up the docket in the to do list for you anon ;)

Ignis/Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

I just want more Ignis/Noctis, things I'd love to see: themes of duty & honor, guilt & shame. Weird religious and/or literary allusions are a plus for me, and smut is always a plus when it comes to these types of stories!

Re: Ignis/Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

I understand that mighty need for ignoct...Perhaps I shall write a thing!

Cor/Regis Any/Regis, Cuckolding

[(Anonymous)]

Cor fucking Regis in front of his partner/wife/lover/whatever.

+1 if Regis says (screams?) Cor is a better lover.

Re: Cor/Regis Any/Regis, Cuckolding

[(Anonymous)]

/eyebrow waggle

Bumping this for sweet justice!

The Bros/Noctis A/B/O

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis is an Omega and forgets his suppressants and goes into heat or whenever he unlocks a new weapons it triggers a heat

Re: The Bros/Noctis A/B/O

[(Anonymous)]

I'm no good a group sex, but I'd be willing to write A/B/O for Noctis/one of the bros? Cool? If so, which bro would you want?

Cor/Regis angst

[(Anonymous)]

I just want all the angst because Cor can't stay and die by he king's side, and instead has been entrusted with the task to help Noctis

Cor/Regis - Bridal Carry

[(Anonymous)]

Regis gets injured somehow or that bad knee gives out and Cor decides to sweep his king off his feet.

+1 If Regis is completely flustered being held so intimately by the Marshal.

+2 If Cor secretly always wanted an excuse to do this.

Fill:As You Wish, Cor/Regis, Bridal Carry

[(Anonymous)]

Forgive me anon, I haven't written in YEARS.
-----
This meeting had been running for far too long was his only thought. Cor shifted in his chair, trying to alleviate the numbness in his thighs.

This meeting was only supposed to be a cursory update for King Regis and instead had dissolved into a bunch of nonsense. Cor slid his eyes to the right to see why the king had not put a stop to all this and saw Regis...napping.

He had tilted his head down so it was not so obvious for the advisors but for Cor, who had been around him for a long time, had recognised it immediately.

'I can't believe he's doing this in a middle of a meeting!' Cor thought, annoyed with himself for not noticing earlier. 'I have to wake him up and end this'.

The problem, however, was that Cor had never been able to wake up Regis without making a scene. There was only one person who could and Cor stealthily flicked up a couple of hand signals to get the mans attention.

Clarus' caught some rapid movement from the corner of his eyes and turned his head slightly to see Cor trying to get his attention.

Cor grinned softly as Clarus quickly noticed him and signed for him to discreetly wake up Regis before any of the other advisors noticed that Regis had been napping for most of this meeting.

Clarus looked disbelievingly at Cor, as if he was refusing to believe that Regis had actually fallen asleep in a meeting. Something Regis had only done when he was younger.

Clarus shifted slightly to get a look at Regis and his face drew into an annoyed expression as he realised that Cor was right.

Clarus slowly slipped his hand behind Regis' back and ran his hands down his back, poking him randomly in the spine. Whenever Cor had tried to wake Regis up like that, he had normally been hit with a dose of powerful magic but Clarus had always been able to wake him without any issues. Probably because they had practically grown up together.

Regis' eyes shot open immediately and Cor could see the second he realised he had fallen asleep. Regis nodded gratefully at Clarus for waking him up but Clarus just jerked his head to where Cor was sitting to show who he should really thank. Regis looked at Cor and gave him a soft smile. All Cor could do was bow his head slightly so Regis would not see the soft blush dusted across his cheeks. After all, Regis' smiles were known to make anyone's heart skip a beat.

Regis sat up straight and cleared his throat loudly to gather everyone's attention.

"I believe this is something that can be discussed at the next meeting. Don't you agree?"

The razor sharp tone and his smile showed that he was not asking them and was effectively ending this meeting.

His advisors nodded quickly, bowing and quickly retreating from the room as fast as they could.

Clarus clapped a hand on Regis' shoulder, "Fall asleep in a meeting again and I'll spank you next time."

Regis grinned cheekily as he waved Clarus away, "Yes yes, whatever you say."

Cor had already risen up as Regis slowly pulled himself up out of his chair and grabbed his walking stick. He had only taken one step when he suddenly stumbled, shock written all over his face. Before he could hit the ground however, Cor managed to catch Regis in his arms.

"Your Majesty! Are you okay?"

Cor's worry was written all over his face. Regis softly patted the arm wrapped around him.

"I'm fine Cor. I think one of my legs is just asleep."

Cor suddenly straightened up, scooping Regis into his arms.

"Cor! Stop! What are you doing?!"

Regis' face flushed pink.

"Why I'm taking you back to your chambers, your majesty. We couldn't possibly let anyone see you like this."

Regis spluttered angrily for a few seconds before giving up, pouting while being held in Cor's arms. Cor held Regis closely to his chest, and pressed his face against the top of Regis' hair breathing him in softly. Regis slowly relaxed in his arms and wrapped his arms around Cor's neck.

"Well then General. You better get to it."

Cor smiled softly.

"As you wish, your majesty."

Gladio/Noctis, Princess

[(Anonymous)]

Pillow princess Noctis! Gladio is the gentlest lover with a teasing edge. He calls Noctis little pet names and Noctis loves it. He loves the attention too. Pure fluffy sex please! Bonus points if Noctis teased Gladio into frustration in the beginning

Re: Gladio/Noctis, Princess

[(Anonymous)]

YES PLEASE

Regis/Ardyn, hatesex

[(Anonymous)]

Because Ardyn's hate of Lucis kings probably doesn't stop at just Noctis.

Re: Regis/Ardyn, hatesex

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED

Gladio/Noctis, size differences

[(Anonymous)]

Where all my size kink buddies at 🌚🌝

FILL: Delicacy

[(Anonymous)]

Kinda short? Someone better than me give it another shot!

Objectively, Gladio knows that Noctis is powerful than he seem - more powerful than Gladio himself, actually. Even before starting to gather the Royal Arms, Noctis with unmatched grace and speed in battle. With adrenaline and determination on his side, Noctis is a force to be reckoned with even if he never warps away from enemies.

Which is why it burns so badly when Noctis refuses to take their sparring sections seriously.

"This carelessness will get you killed one day!" Gladio complains, grabbing Nocti's arm and picking him off the ground. His muscle definition is so pitiful that Gladio can almost wrap his whole hand around Noctis' bicep.

"Not carelessness," says Noctis, swaying close and laying his head on Gladio's chest. "Just tired. Besides, you won't hurt me."

That isn't the point. Gladio doesn't bother to say so, but it isn't the point. He almost prefers it when Noctis gets passive-aggressive and snitty, because at least then there's a better chance that he'll get a decent sparring partner.

But he's too much of a professional to goad Noctis into an argument, so he just sighs and turns around so Noctis can climb onto his back. Once, Gladio had worried that Noctis would outgrow his fondness for piggy-back rides, but now he suspects that Noctis might one day ask to ride Gladio to the throne room.

"Y'know," Noctis mumbles, in a tone that makes it obvious that he's much more tired than he's been complaining. "Sometimes I'm glad I never got as tall as you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," sighs Noctis. "You can carry me everywhere, and people are too afraid to fuck with me when you're around. And it's hot."

"Hot?" Gladio's starting to get worried. Noctis only ever gets so mouthy when he's ill, or under the effects of some toxin or other.

"Yeah, like you could break me in half if you wanted," says Noctis. "But you don't 'cause you're careful no matter how mad I make you. You love me."

". . . Yeah, I do."

It only scares Gladio when he thinks he might love Noctis even if it wasn't his duty.

Lol idk what this is or if it's IC, but someone filled one of my prompts and I wanted to pay it forward.

Ardyn/Noctis and The Bros -- vampire au

[(Anonymous)]

Yep, I'm going to be that anon. Ardyn is a vampire with a possible obsession with the Lucis royal family. At first, his interest is mostly in Noct, but it soon extends to include the prince's traveling companions as well. What self-respecting vampire doesn't love a harem, after all?

Bonus points if the group's reactions to Ardyn are the same as in the game. (Anon is okay with dub- or non-con for this prompt.)

Re: Ardyn/Noctis and The Bros -- vampire au

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't realize that I've wanted this kind of fic until I stumbled in this prompt. Can't wait for this to be filled!

Noctis/Ignas, Depressing love making

[(Anonymous)]

***KINDA SPOILERISH. END GAME STUFFS.*** So I was thinking that maybe while in the crystal, It becomes clear to Noct that he is in love with Ignas. I'd like to see him make sweet melancholy love to Ignas at the reunion in Hammerhead. Bonus: I keep having this vision of Noct pulling off Ignas' glasses and lightly kissing his scarred eye, making Ignas gasp and tremble. Not necessary, but would love it if stuck in. Bonus2: Ignas has not been intimately touched in 10 years or is straight up a virgin.

Re: Noctis/Ignas, Depressing love making

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh, I'll take a crack at this one in the coming days

Cor/Prompto, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto has such low self esteem that when an Immortal praises him it's like the best thing in the world.

Can go anywhere from there. One-sided, actual ship, platonic. Would only prefer non-established relationship.

Re: Cor/Prompto, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded! If this isn't filled before long, I'll take a crack at it myself.

Gladio/Aranea, playful sex

[(Anonymous)]

Cocky, teasing, playful sex. They're both interested in each other's combat skills and that gets channeled into challenging each other during foreplay and stuff. A lot of dirty talking would be gr8 too.

Re: Gladio/Aranea, playful sex

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded so hard.

Noctis/Ardyn - Savior!Ardyn

[(Anonymous)]

Take some creative license and write something up about Noct meeting Ardyn as he was a 1000 years or so ago.

1+ If Noct unwilling falls for the alleged savior of the people.

Re: Noctis/Ardyn - Savior!Ardyn

[(Anonymous)]

What an interesting prompt! I really hope someone fills this.

Gladio/Noctis, reunion

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see Gladio and Noctis get a proper reunion in the World of Ruin. Really angsty and emotional sexytimes please.

Redux part 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Time stopped, and yet, it continued to flow only to push forward the birth of a cruel world. Days became a never-ending nightmare of darkness and monsters. The roads that once thrived with cars of travelers that would drive through the countryside was now empty. Only the occasional car of hunters would dare plow through a land infested with daemons, and even then, most did not make the trip.

After Noctis was taken into the Crystal, the world had come to an erupt end. For Gladio, the darkness was a constant reminder of his failure as the Shield, the sworn protector of the King, and a friend. If only he had been stronger or faster, Noctis would be there with them fighting the Imperials, ridding the world of Ardyn.

Patience was virtue, or so his father had often repeated the mantra whenever Gladio grew exasperated with his daily training sessions with Noctis. Teaching a bratty prince how to fight had been hell, but on nights like this where the darkness consumed even the stars in the sky, Gladio fondly reflected on the memories. Noctis would be back. He had to. Too many people were holding onto fragile hope their King would return with godly powers to save the world from Ardyn’s plague of darkness.

He drew a deep breath before he exhaled. The fire from his camp would drive weak daemons away, but it attracted the fiercest ones knowing prey awaited them at the end of the dim light. Either way, Gladio itched for a fight. Fighting is what he did best, it made him feel alive, gave him a purpose and reason to continue a hopeless battle against time.

How long had it been? Ten years? Or more? Gladio had stopped counting after the first year, but that hardly stopped him from visiting Hammerhead on a particular night, remembering how it was the mark of the anniversary the Regalia had broken down. The start of their adventure that turned from a harmless road trip between friends to marry off Noctis, to a world cast into ruin.

Too many lost their lives. Too many sacrifices were made. The gods must have abandoned them, Gladio thought bitterly, but he quickly replaced his thinking knowing he had to have unwavering faith in Noctis. He touched the cross of his necklace, fingers tracing the texture of the skulls connecting the chain. A valuable gift from Noctis, if not, an emblem that marked the pact of brotherhood he made for King. The Shield, the left hand of the King. A position of the highest of honors aside from that of Ignis’. Between the two, they were to guide Noctis and fill in where the King faltered.

Gladio shook his head. No, he had no right calling himself the Shield. The title was now sullied if not null when he gave in to his heart’s desires. A flash of soft skin against followed by desperate kisses weighed heavily on his conscious. Boundaries existed for a reason to separate the right from wrong. Noctis belonged to Lunefreya, and Gladio belonged Noctis as the role of the protector. There was a fine line between the two that got muddled along the way.

Therein lied another issue. Duty or his personal feelings. Gladio took a drag of his canteen before closing his eyes. Duty came first above all. The tryst would end as simply as it started. He let out an exasperated sigh then a weak chuckle. “Pathetic.”

Ardyn/Prompto (eventual Noctis/Prompto) Sexual Harassment/Non-con

[(Anonymous)]

So this idea really just built up after the caravan scene with Ardyn, where it almost looks like Ardyn was reaching out to grab Promptos face before Prompto pulled away. Cue Ardyn being the creep he's been labelled as by the group and sexually harassing Prompto any chance he gets and eventually building up to Ardyn forcing himself on Prompto (during the time he's separated from the group or whenever). I can definitely see Ardyn doing something horrible to Prompto knowing it would hurt Noctis (especially with how much he hates Noctis). Would love to see some overprotective Noctis (and the others of course) and H/C in the aftermath.

Re: Ardyn/Prompto (eventual Noctis/Prompto) Sexual Harassment/Non-con

[(Anonymous)]

+1 Ardyn probably had Prompto for a few days before the others were able to reach the capital, plus there was short conversation on the train where the 3 worry about what Ardyn is doing to/with Prompto.

Gladio/Noctis - Gladio defending Noctis in FF high school

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio is as concerned with Noctis' reputation as he is with Noctis' safety, so he gets into a fight with some randos saying nasty things about prince Noctis. Bonus if Noctis overhears/sees and is surprised that Gladio doesn't agree with the people shit-talking him, never mind actually defending him.

Chapter 13 mindfuck - Ardyn/Noctis(sort of)

[(Anonymous)]

I thought Chapter 13 was too nice to Noctis so this time I'd like for Ardyn to:

- Use his magic tricks or whatever to make him think he's getting torn to shreds by one of the broken MTs. Gory details are welcome but doesn't have to be too explicit, I just want to know Noctis is terrified and thinks he's actually dying.
- Make it seem like Gladio is there and trying to kill him while blaming him for Ignis' blindness and pushing Prompto off the train.

Bonus for Ardyn's disembodied voice being creepy (maybe it turns him on a little and feels like sharing, let's go wild)

If that's too much only the first part really matters to me

Re: Chapter 13 mindfuck - Ardyn/Noctis(sort of)

[(Anonymous)]

Damn, I'm taking on waaay too many prompts from this meme:|.But I really wanna fill this one too!

Gladio/Noctis, double amnesia, travelling together

[(Anonymous)]

I want a fic where both Gladio and Noctis both lose their memeries because Reasons (Ardyn trolling them?) and they travel the land together with them being super protective of each other.

Bonus points if they fall into bed instinctively, assuming that they must be lovers because it *feels* right, then it turns out they were just USTing all over each other prior to that and then it's a little awkward after they recover their memories.

Feel free to add any other tropes and cliches that strike your fancy. Most kinks welcomed. I only ask that you avoid my squicks: children, scat, golden showers, and body modifications.

FILL: In a Sea of Fog, Gladio/Noctis 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

AN: I have a vague idea for a beginning, middle, and end, but I have no idea how long it's going to be because I tend to get sidetracked a lot. Wish me luck.

He wakes up sluggish, on a Safe Heaven in some anonymous field, a weak sun peaking out from the horizon. The first thing that crosses his mind is that he can't figure out if it's sunset or sunrise.

A shrill demonic shriek helps him figure it out.

He struggles upward, expecting to see one or two goblins circling the Safe Heaven, then his stomach lurches. Dozens and dozens of beasts circle the Heaven, swinging their scythe-like tails around and making glowing, red arches in the darkness. He's never seen so many demons at the same time, especially not surrounding the neon-blue glow warding a Safe Heaven.

"I guess we wait for morning," a deep voice says.

He follows the voice, heart thumping in his chest, and narrows his eyes. A mountain of man sits about a foot away from him, dark brown hair loose and wild, a vertical scar running over his left eye. Elaborate tattoos and sculpted muscle adorn both his arms all the way to his massive shoulders.

"Who're you?"

The man looks to him, opens his mouth, closes it, swallows thickly, and looks around. "Who are you?"

"I'm - "

Who is he? The answer is a breadth away from his grasp, clouded in a sea of fog. Closing his eyes and trying to run into the fog makes him dizzy and nauseous, so he opens his eyes for something concrete to focus on. The demon's glistening, charcoal-black skin does little to calm his nerves, so he searches for the muscular guy.

"Hey," says the man, sliding a little closer.

Despite his size, scars, and tattoos, something about the man sets him at ease, so he (what's my name?) huddles closer as well.

"I don't remember my name," admits the guy.

"Me neither." The man admitted it first, so it's okay to say it out loud. "I don't even know what I look like."

"You look. . . pretty."

That fully distracts him from the demons' chorus of shrieks for the first time. "Well, you look like some kind of criminal."

"I do?" The big guy's face falls, instantly making him feel like an eel.

"Uh. . ." He gestures at the man's eye, noting his thick eyebrows and then looking a little lower to admire the thick beard protecting a sharp jawline. Instinctively, he knows his own face is smooth as a baby's. "You have a scar, so. . ."

The guy reaches up and runs a pair of long fingers over the scar. "That doesn't mean anything! Besides, we're together. If I'm a criminal, then you probably are too."

"Or maybe you kidnapped me." It's probably the dumbest thing he could be doing under the circumstances, but he feels like he can't back down from this giant of a man.

An enterprising demon tries to breach the Safe Heaven's protective barrier. The sharp, loud sting of its skin frying against the holy interrupts their stupid fight. The muscular guy immediately shields him. He needs a nickname for the man, even if he keeps it private.

Though a part of him is surprised, he automatically allows the man to angle his muscular body to completely shield him.

"We shouldn't fight," says the muscular man.

Jack, he thinks as he stands up. He looks like a Jack.

Jack is head taller than him. He tries to take comfort in that.

"Yeah, we should stick close until morning at least."

"Hopefully we'll get our memories back in the morning," says Jack. "Maybe these demons took our memories."

"Yeah." He breathes, surprised by a sudden surge of hope. "I've never seen so many of them. Who knows what they can all do when there's so many."

"I knows there's not supposed to be so many too," says Jack, a frown evident in his tone. "But I don't know how I know that. It's hard to explain."

"No, I get it." It's like having facts without context. Facts without memories.

Like the fact that he can trust Jack.

Cor/Regis, somnophilia

[(Anonymous)]

Cor comes back from a mission and goes to report to Regis, he finds him sleeping.

It can be consensual or non-con, I'm not too bothered.

Re: Cor/Regis, somnophilia

[(Anonymous)]

Nngh! S-Stop pinging my kinks!

I bet Regis would sleep like a log anyway. He wouldn't even realize...

Nyx/Noctis, car sex

[(Anonymous)]

Has everyone read the drama CD booklet? If you haven't, apparently, the Kingsglaive canonically don't know what Noctis looks like, just that he exists. Nyx, however, drives Noctis home the day before the game starts. So I'd like Noctis, who's emotionally off balance from the events of the day and his upcoming wedding, wanting to revel in anonymity and pretend for just one hour that he's not the decorative prince of Lucis, that his relationships haven't been practically charted out for him his entire life, and that he can have meaningless sex with some stranger without any reprisal.

So he propositions this handsome Glaive for some car sex.

Up to you if Nyx does, in fact, know his passenger is the prince, or if he just thinks Noct's some other politician or their relative. Just let him be a considerate - casual kisses, coaxing Noct to relax. Sex isn't much fun of both parties aren't enjoying themselves, right?

Re: Nyx/Noctis, car sex

[(Anonymous)]

Awwww, I second this!!

Cor/Iris - badass daemon hunters together

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah I just want Cor and Iris in the ten years of darkness, fighting daemons together, maybe some hot, close-up training times leading to hot and bothered fucking the possibilities are endless!!

Fill: Cor/Iris - Together (warning: mild underage)

[(Anonymous)]

XV

She's fifteen and scrawny as a twig when she first approaches him. He's running through a series of drills with his own weapon, enjoying the sun and the Caem surf against his skin, just on the edge of the little garden she enjoys tending.

"Will you teach me?" She asks. "Dad never said, not really, but it's going to get worse before it gets better, isn't it?"

She has courage, he'll give her that, and she doesn't give up when he pushes her through drills until her body screams in protest and she can barely stand.

XVI

She's sixteen when true night falls, when the permanent twilight gives way to full night and the moon is snuffed out in the sky. She doesn't cry or complain or rage that it is unfair as others do; she simply demands he and her brother stop coddling her, and despite his own fears and reservations he gifts her a sword that befits her in body and soul: lean and wicked and forged in the hottest of flames.

XVII

At seventeen, she loses five men and two women under her command, her first. It's the first time he sees her cry since night fell, but he never deludes himself that she hasn't cried before. She chases the ephemeral comfort of a messy release with his body, and he allows it even though he calls himself a fool for it, and he pretends not to notice her awkward glances for the next few days before they return to the ease they had before.

XVIII

She breaks her leg in a fight with an Iron Giant.

He calls her a fool and an idiot, and safe within Lestallum she can laugh and agree. She pulls him in, kisses him on the temple and he finally realizes why his heart hammers so hard in his chest when she walks away from the city lights and into the dark.

XIX

They never fight alongside each other after that, his insistence; she never argues, not once. When Gladiolas comes to ask him why, for a brief moment he thinks he's there to be judged and found wanting...

Instead he says: "Because I can't fight two enemies at once."

Gladiolas thinks they had fought, that much is clear, and he tells him that Iris is not his enemy.

"No, but my feelings for her are."

Iris doesn't laugh when she presses a cold compress to his jaw where Gladiolas hit him. "I'll talk to him."

XX

He comes home alive, barely. She tends to his wounds in silence, and for long hours he wonders if she's regretting tying herself to a man rapidly cresting the hill of his prime.

"I'd ask you to stop doing this...," she finally says, voice soft. "But it'd be pretty hypocritical, wouldn't it?"

"Yes," he agreed. "But I'd still be tempted to do as you asked."

She's surprised by the admission. "I won't ask."

All he can do for her in return is swallow down his own desire to ask her to stop.

XXI

She brings home barely palatable moonshine for her birthday. They lay on their backs at the old overlook, pretending they can see the stars.

XXII

She loses more blood than he knew a body could hold to a demon attack, her face holds the memory of the three deep gouges that first felled her, and her chest is marred by teeth from when she was picked up like a rag doll.

Weakness be damned, he doesn't leave her side for the three weeks it takes her to wake.

When Gladiolas asks if he's going to stop fucking his sister now that she's not cute, he feels no regret when he returns the punch he'd been given so long ago.

He's there when she wakes, and he calls her an idiot, and she just smiles at him and says: "I love you, too."

XXIII

They fight side by side to extract Talcott from Mynbrum Haven after his truck breaks down, the first time in years, and he's shocked at how ferocious she's become. She tears through daemons like a woman possessed, and tender thoughts of love are shattered in that moment, replaced with a hot rush of arousal.

Everyone politely pretends they didn't hear the two of them rutting like animals against the hard rocks of the Haven walls, barely within the safety of the Oracle's protections.

XIV

He's given up pretending she's going to change her mind about him.

Neither of them wears a ring - it would disturb their well-practiced grips on their weapons - but their hunter dog tags each have a metal ring on them next to the tags.

XV

They're together when dawn breaks. At first he thinks it's old eyes playing tricks on him... he's into his fifties and he has a lover... wife?... less than half his age, but he touches her shoulder anyway, and she stirs in their bed, and it's clear she sees it too.

She climbs out of bed, and he follows after her, circling his arms at her waist when she looks out the windows, and there's no mistaking the subtle change in the darkness when dawn is about to break...

The moon hangs low, as though waking up as well, and the stars glimmer faintly but they are there...

"Wow..."

He hums his agreement into her shoulder, waiting for her to say something else. She doesn't, just turns in his grasp to press herself to his front and runs her hands down his chests, tiny fingers hooking at the waistband of his boxers.

"Let's celebrate."

They make love on top of rumpled sheets with the curtains thrown wide, and he falls in love with the way the sunrise shows bronze against her skin.

Cor/Regis, Butt Plug

[(Anonymous)]

Cor fucking Regis before an important meeting with his advisors and making him wear a plug to keep him full of his cum.

Re: Cor/Regis, Butt Plug

[(Anonymous)]

Ugh, I wish someone would write this...! ;-;