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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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Ardyn, Spitefully Good (but still an asshole)

[(Anonymous)]

When the Astrals denounced him and when his own family cast him out as something tainted and cursed, Ardyn stood back up, faced them all, and said Fuck you.

Gimme an AU in which Ardyn refused to become The Accursed out of sheer spite for the Gods. Gimme an asshole, creepy, immortal Ardyn that's still determined to be good

Re: Ardyn, Spitefully Good (but still an asshole)

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded with great might

Ignis/Noctis - Dangerous dating

[(Anonymous)]

In which Noctis is the son of Ignis's boss, and is also a minor but they somehow end up dating. I would like Ignis to be the one to actually initiate the relationship, and he isn't sure why he is pushing towards this type of relationship with Noctis when he is much younger and it can get him in a lot of troubles, but he can't help it and is just very attracted to Noctis.

Noctis is lonely and in need for attention, he doesn't have many friends if any at all and is too shy and awkward to try to start a relationship with anyone, but then Ignis shows up and does everything for him and Noctis just can't say no, even if he isn't sure of his feelings.

+Ignis unconsciously pressures Noctis into having sex even if Noctis is not fully prepared for it.

++Noctis was never in a relationship before this, so he tries to keep Ignis happy even if he feels nervous or is not very comfortable with somethings.

+++Someone finds out what's happening but Noctis begs them not to tell, which leads to blackmail and a potential antagonist for the story.

Re: Ignis/Noctis - Dangerous dating

[(Anonymous)]

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

Gladio/Ignis - no Ardyn you leave him alone

[(Anonymous)]

Ardyn didn't just take away Prompto after he fell off the train. He somehow got his hands on Ignis, too. And he's lording it over Gladio all throughout chapter 13.

The only real request I have for this is please no non-con or dub-con between Ardyn and anyone. It's just not my cup of tea. I really want to see protective Gladio rescuing his better half. Thank you so much for understanding, anons!

Re: Gladio/Ignis - no Ardyn you leave him alone

[(Anonymous)]

whispers softly

i need this

Cor/Regis + Clarus, Lingerie

[(Anonymous)]

Cor comes back from a long mission to see Regis in his bed wearing lingerie and heels to welcome him home.

+ Clarus helped dress him.

Re: Cor/Regis + Clarus, Lingerie

[(Anonymous)]

oh MY GOD I NEED THIS. SECONDED!

Any/Ravus, Non-Con + Prostitution

[(Anonymous)]

The Niflheim army needs funding so Ravus is given to each 'donator' as a thank you.

+ Ardyn made the suggestion in the first place.

Re: Any/Ravus, Non-Con + Prostitution

[(Anonymous)]

H E L L Y E S

Ardyn/Gladio + Gladio/Ignis

[(Anonymous)]

Instead of Prompto, Gladio is kidnapped and experimented on. It involves him discovering a new side of his dick. Thanks, Ardyn, because he's now pissing ramen noodles.

When the bros rescued him, Gladio can't tell the truth to Ignis especially him thinking it'll ruin their relationship

Bonus points for Ignis eating the ramen and creating a new recipe.

Even more bonus points if Gladio gets off on it.

Ifrit/Noct, corruption

[(Anonymous)]

The Chocobros encounter Ifrit way, way too early (thanks to Ardyn maybe?) and the ensuing fight goes very, very badly. Rather than kill Noct outright, Ifrit decides to twist the hesitant, uncertain Chosen King to see things his way.

Up to you how it ends and what methods Ifrit uses!

Re: Ifrit/Noct, corruption

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED. WILL OFFER EVERTHING I HAVE FOR A FILL

Prompto/Noctis, yandere Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis has always loved Prompto, ever since they "met" in high school. But he always figured Prompto never felt the same, what with how desperate he was to get a girlfriend. Sure he'd get jealous, he was in love with the guy, but he never did anything about it—except maybe give an implied (or sometimes very clear, if he's feeling particularly angry) threat to every girl who seemed interested in Prompto back. But he wasn't hurting anyone, really.

Eventually Prompto finds out what Noctis is doing and goes to confront him. That's when Noctis snaps and confesses to Prompto how he feels and why can't Prompto just love him back? Prompto freaks out and tries to leave, because something seems seriously wrong, but Noctis doesn't let him. He takes Prompto, and chains him up in the spare bedroom of his apartment. Prompto lived alone, after all, and now he never would be again. He'd have Noctis to take care of him. Prompto belonged to him now.

+ Prompto lets Noctis have sex with him because he's scared what will happen if he doesn't
++ Prompto eventually gets Stockholm Syndrome

(Feel free to switch things up! Just as long as Noctis flips and kidnaps Prompto, I'm happy)

Re: Prompto/Noctis, yandere Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't know how much I needed this! Someone, please fill this!

Ignis/Noctis - Cock cages and milking

[(Anonymous)]

I just want Ignis taking his prince's chastity into his own hands. I'd love this to be set in brotherhood.

!Fill Ignis/Noctis - Cock cages and milking 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hope this is okay!

***************************

If Noctis thought he was good at hiding his pornographic magazines, Ignis had an unfortunate revelation for him. Since the young prince had started living alone - if it could be called that with how little he took care of his own business - Ignis had gone over to clean and cook for him. So he was the first to know it when Noctis had started sneaking in those magazines. He could only imagine that he took such a rudimentary approach to acquiring his pornography because he didn't trust his phone to be untapped.

At first he had cleaned them up with the rest of Noctis' mess without saying a word, but as time went on it was clear that his teenage urges were only picking up in steam. More would always pop up, and he tried to hide them in better places. If it kept up, Ignis worried that Noctis was going to lose his virginity far before he should, outside of wedlock.

He knew it would be awkward, but it was his duty to protect the future king from such follies. And that was why he finally came up with a plan.

Noctis wasn't home yet. He set his bag down on the counter and began cleaning, as usual. When he found another magazine stashed behind his dresser it strengthened his resolve. He needed to protect Noctis from his own youthful urges. By the time Noctis came home Ignis was engrossed in cooking dinner. Noctis stumbled in, took a look around, and dropped his bag lazily on a random spot on the floor before going to collapse on the couch. Same as usual.

"What's for dinner?" he asked with mild interest.

"Chicken parmigiana," he answered simply.

"Ah."

The prince sounded more bored than anything, even if he liked Ignis' cooking. He was used to coming home to his apartment looking completely different, and used to the smell of something in the oven. The only thing that seemed out of place was an unopened white bag sitting on the counter. In the tedium of everything else, it caught his attention. Ignis didn't usually leave stuff lying around.

"What's in the bag?" he asked.

Pushing his glasses up, Ignis glanced back at him and answered in a calm voice, "It's for you."

His faint curiosity was spiked.

"For me?" He quirked an eyebrow and found the energy to push himself off the couch. Ignis did a lot around the house, but he didn't drop a lot of presents off. He wondered what Iggy even considered a good present. Textbooks? Nah, it didn't look like that. Some sort of study aid? He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up for anything fun.

He glanced inside the bag and furrowed his brows at the shiny metal.

"What... is it?" he asked after a few moments of staring.

"A chastity belt," he explained shortly.

Noctis nearly choked and he hadn't even been drinking anything.

"What the hell, Specs?"

Ignis swiveled on his heel to face him, expression stern but caring. "It's for your own good. You will be the king, and you can't be involved in any unfortunate... incidents before you're married."

"No way in hell am I putting that on." Noctis backed away. He couldn't believe Iggy was bringing up something like this. Sure, he'd suspected that he probably noticed that some of the stuff he was throwing away was porn - especially when his hidden reserves disappeared - but this was way further than he expected him to go. Ignis didn't say a thing. Noctis didn't say a thing. He expected it to stay like that and they would just pretend nothing ever happened.

Ignis grabbed the bag and stepped around the counter aggressively towards him. Noctis warped back across the room. He had that advantage. But Ignis brushed it aside. This wasn't a real fight. Noctis wouldn't hurt him any more than he would hurt Noctis. This would simply be a game of cat and mouse around the apartment, and he was far more resilient than the young prince.

Ignis never fully ran, following Noctis about as he continuously warped away, complaining and throwing a tantrum about the device. But Ignis was right. He didn't tire, and Noctis did. He attempted to flee into the bathroom and close the door, but Ignis caught it with his foot and held it open. And with that, Noctis was out of energy, unable to warp anymore and trapped in the small room.

Time seemed to blur. He grabbed Noctis from behind and held him firmly around the torso with one arm to hold him in place.

"Come on, Ignis!" Noctis pleaded through gritted teeth, struggling against him.

"If you had trained more you wouldn't be trapped right now," Ignis scolded him softly, holding in his exasperation for the prince's continued shirking of his duties. As the prince squirmed in his arm he set the bag down on the edge of the tub beside them and fiddled with Noctis' pants to get them down. It was easy enough, letting them slide off his hips under their own wait. Noctis jerking about certainly didn't help keep them up. They were hanging around his thighs in no time, and Ignis dug a hand into the bag.

He heard a small gasp from Noctis as the cool metal touched his exposed skin. He pressed the open ring under his sack and closed it, snapping it into place. A suppressed hiss came out of Noctis, and he waited a moment to be assured that it was the right size. He had estimated as best he could, and it seemed like it would be secured in its spot without hurting him.

Somehow Noctis discovered more energy and wrestled against him even harder, but he didn't have the strength to break free. Ignis ignored how soft the exposed skin was and reached into the bag again.

Noctis felt like his face was turning completely red and was silently grateful that he wasn't facing Ignis. No one had ever even touched him there before, and now his rear was fully exposed and his caregiver had him in a death grip and was clamping a ring around him. He hated to admit it even mentally, but feeling Ignis' fingers brush against him as he struggled felt far too good.

Which made what he was doing even worse. How the hell was he supposed to keep it locked away in a cage? He grunted and clenched his teeth as cold metal rings slipped on him. Were they... lubricated? Leave it to Iggy to think everything through. Before he knew it his tip was touching the end of a cage and Ignis had managed to lock it in place. How the hell was he so nimble with his fingers, anyway?

As soon as it was secure he was instantly released. Noctis stumbled forward with a gasp, then whirled about to face him with a flushed but angry face. Before he even got to say anything he noticed a key in Ignis' hand.

"Give me that!" he shouted as he reached out to snatch it, but in an instant it disappeared inside of Ignis' fist.

"It's for your own good," Ignis repeated firmly. He glared up at him with a tightened jaw. He would fight for the key, but he knew that it would be no easy task getting it away from Ignis. The man could fight and he was stubborn. Noctis already felt like his energy had been drained, and too much of his blood was currently rushing to his face to power anything else.

Through narrowed eyes he realized he would have to give up now and try to get it later.

Any/Noctis Rough sex

[(Anonymous)]

Ok so, they changed the walking/running/sprinting animations between 20!Noctis and 30!Noctis, and ever since beginning the game I'd always though younger Noctis ran like he'd had a good, hard dicking, so it only makes sense that he'd stop running so strangely after being alone for 10 years.

Tl;dr: I want younger Noctis having his ass tapped so hard he can't walk straight.

Re: Any/Noctis Rough sex

[(Anonymous)]

Ohhh man, yes!

Alpha!Aranea/omega!Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto runs out of suppressants or his heat comes off-schedule because of the stress of having the empire on their tail, and Aranea offers to help him through his heat.

Bonus points if one or more of the other boys are alphas and jealous that Prompto would rather get help from Aranea than them. (Maybe he's afraid it'll affect their friendship or that they'll see his barcode tattoo?)

please I just need more female alpha/male omega in my life

Re: Alpha!Aranea/omega!Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

Do you want Aranea to have a cock or something else?

Prompto/[Noctis or Regis], abo/mpreg, miscarriage

[(Anonymous)]

SPOILERS

I want Prompto carrying the next in the royal line, whether he's Regis' royal consort or Noctis' mate or FWB. Either way. I'm not picky. Far enough along that the father knows he's pregnant but he's not showing yet. Until he falls off the train and Ardyn catches him and forces Prompto to abort because he can't have another royal whelp running around, he's decided this line ends with Noctis long ago.

Prompto can tell the guys when they rescue him or not. Maybe Noctis never knows what happens to his baby. Lots of HC, though Gladio and Ignis don't really know how.

Can be OT4 if author anon prefers but baby *must* be from the the Lucis Caelm line. 😎

Re: Prompto/[Noctis or Regis], abo/mpreg, miscarriage

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please someone do this. I can't write stories for sh*t but this would be so good.

Prompto as a Super MT (optional Noctis/Prompto)

[(Anonymous)]

So, we know that Prompto was earmarked as an MT from an early age, despite (or because of?) being the son of the head of the program. But what if Verstael wanted his son to be more than just another nameless soldier in the infantry? What if he wanted him to become the greatest MT weapon ever created?

For this prompt, Prompto was never rescued from the MT program, and ended up becoming one of the Empire's most powerful and feared assets. Inevitably, he comes into contact with Noct and his two allies. Somewhere along the way, Noct figures out that there's a person kicking around inside him somewhere, and he tries to liberate him from the Empire's control. It works.

tl;dr Verstael is the Hojo to Prompto's Sephiroth; Noctis and co. fight him and then save him.

Re: Prompto as a Super MT (optional Noctis/Prompto)

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED HARDCORE

Man, I could not do a plot like this justice. But I need it.

teenage!Ignis/any of the chocobros, abused/bullied growing up

[(Anonymous)]

This meme simply doesn't have enough Ignis hurt/comfort.

Growing up as Noct's advisor/chamberlain means that Ignis doesn't really have a childhood of his own. But it also means special education and priviledge to be an elite among the Crownsguard and the royals. Some members of the council or nobles might not like that.

Between taking care of Noct and regular meetings with Regis and Gladio, young Ignis is bullied/abused in the castle. Yet young Ignis being Ignis and being hard on himself, he hides it from Noct and the others. Cue someone to find out when it gets really bad and save this precious soul.

+ bonus point if it's Noctis, and he feels damn bad for being a brat that makes Ignis' life harder from time to time because teenagers' rebel phase.

Re: teenage!Ignis/any of the chocobros, abused/bullied growing up

[(Anonymous)]

Yesss, I looove emotional torture.
Seconded
As a potential anon.

Noctis/Promto, Mafia AU, Body in the trunk of the Regalia

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis is Mob boss's son and Prompto is his innocent cinnamon roll of a boyfriend who has no idea what Noctis does for a living, and would like to keep it that way. Unfoutunately, right before leaving on a cross-coutry trip with his friends-in-the-Family Ignis and Gladiolus, they realise that a rather lage piece of Noct's secret life has been left in the trunk. They no time to deal with it properly, so they decide to shove it back into trunk, pile their gear on top of it, and try to dump it without Prompto ever finding out. Easy, right?

Optional:
+Noctis still has his powers so we can get shit blatant abuse of Blizzard and serious discission of whether or not a corpse can go in the Arsenal.
++fuckng on the backseat mere inches from the body.
+++Noct &co end having to kill someone else now they have two bodies to deal with.
++++Canibalism jokes.

Yes I relize I'm a terrible with even worse taste.

....too much?

Re: Noctis/Promto, Mafia AU, Body in the trunk of the Regalia

[(Anonymous)]

"a serious discussion of whether or not a corpse can go in the arsenal"

I would read a 10k story just on this nl omg

Gladio/Ignis, Against a Door + Noctis and Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

I just really need them gettin' it on against a door and Noctis and/or Prompto trying to figure out why the hell this door is shaking so hard.

Pretty please♡~

Re: Gladio/Ignis, Against a Door + Noctis and Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

YOoooo seconded!

Gladio/Noctis - gladio wearing a cock cage for his prince

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio really gets off on denying himself and getting Noctis to act like a king and taking control of something. Even if it's Gladio's dick.

+ Noctis making Gladio fuck him with a strap on
++ Noctis telling Gladio he's too lazy to do it so Gladio better milk himself
+++ Noctis sucking Gladio while he's still wearing the cage

FILL: hold the key (1/2), gladio/noctis, cock cage

[(Anonymous)]

He shouldn’t have worn it to sparring practice. Gladio knows he shouldn’t have done it -- Noctis has been steadily improving, reliably getting in at least one good hit each session for the past couple of weeks -- but Gladio wakes up late that morning, half-hard, and barely has time to piss let alone deal with what would become a full erection if he takes off the cage.

Shouldn’t have done it, he thinks repeatedly in the back of his mind, in the one part that’s not overtaken by stupefied horror. Shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have done it…

“Why?” Noctis says, sounding genuinely confused: only confused, not horrified or repulsed. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Only if you do it wrong,” Gladio snaps on autopilot. Shouldn’t have done that, either, you idiot. “Look, it’s none of your business. Just forget about it. Get back in your stance.”

Noctis ignores him as usual, the fucking brat, and even creeps closer. “Let me see.”

Gladio, like an idiot, lies sprawled out on the ground and lets him.

The thing is, though, the thing is: Gladio has always been fascinated by service, and by denial; his father often talked about how Gladio would give up everything for his future king as he did for Regis. And Regis was handsome, charismatic, just familiar enough to be human instead of godlike -- to a young teen, he was irresistible. Gladio nursed a secret, impossible crush for nearly two years, thinking about how he might be directed, taught, ordered to receive pleasure; he woke gasping from half-remembered dreams with the king’s title on his lips. When that finally faded and he’d been dating for a while, he met an older woman who introduced him to cock cages. And now here he is.

“It’s pretty.” Noctis sounds so surprised, it’s almost funny.

Gladio’s brain finally comes back online. “Okay.” He pulls his pants up sharply, holding them up with a hand clenched tight at his waist. “Show’s over. Get back into your stance and start your drills.”

Noctis narrows his eyes. Gladio braces for a fight, but Noctis doesn’t say anything; he goes back to the center of the room and calls his sword. After he makes it through three reps, Gladio retreats to the locker room to find another pair of pants.




Nothing happens for a week. Gladio hopes that’s it: a training accident, weird and potentially embarrassing, never to be talked about again.

He really should have known better.

“Who keeps the key?” Noctis corners Gladio in the gardens, a thunderous scowl on his face.

“Huh?” Gladio says. He’s in the middle of a particularly good scene in his latest ten-gil paperback, where the heroine has revealed a plot against her romantic interest and is about to ride to his rescue. He looks up with a frown.

“Who keeps your key?” Noctis repeats, impatient. He’s actually angry, Gladio realizes, the deeply offended type of anger that only smoulders to life when he’s had time to brood over some steep injustice. This is rare; for all that Noct is a sullen little brat, he’s generally forgiving.

“What key?” Gladio says, except then he remembers what happened in training last week. “No--I know. It’s none of your business, that’s who.”

“You’re mine,” Noctis says, eyes narrow slits in his face. He’s practically snarling. “You’re my Shield. Nobody else should be able to control you like that.”

“What?” Gladio closes his book. He’s too offended to take notice of the ‘else’ in Noctis’ accusation. “You don’t own me, you little--”

“I do!” Noctis bursts out, face red. His face twists up even as his shoulders hunch. “I do, just like I own every citizen of Lucis -- you’re my responsibility -- your life--”

Gladio realizes abruptly that Noctis is on the verge of crying. This is new territory. While Ignis might have seen this side of the prince, Gladio tends to get bursts of violence or general slice-of-life type of stuff. Noctis has never expressed fear or doubt to Gladio, not really. He hovers awkwardly before he thinks: what would he do if Iris were frustrated to tears? and takes a step forward. Noctis leans into him without protest when Gladio presses his palm to the back of his neck, and Gladio wraps his other arm loosely around Noctis’ shoulders.

“Hey,” he says, soothing. “Breathe.”

“Shut up,” Noctis says, muffled, but his hands come up to grip tight in Gladio’s jacket.

“What brought this on?” Gladio says after they stand that way for a while, listening to the birds chirp distantly in the trees. He rubs slow circles on Noctis’ back. “Did something happen?”

“No.” Noctis pulls away. Gladio lets him go, searching his face for clues, but Noctis’ eyes are dry and he looks like he usually does, except maybe with a deeper than usual furrow in his brow. “Nothing happened.”

He’s definitely lying, but pushing him now won’t do any good. Gladio is too pissed to be careful. “Okay,” he says instead. “Then I’m going to go back to my book.”

“Yeah,” Noct says. He won’t meet Gladio’s eyes. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Gladio echoes. He hits back down on the bench and picks up his book, pretending to read. By the time he looks again Noctis is gone.




“I looked it up,” Noctis says the next morning. They’re taking a two minute break in between spars, Gladio standing with his bokken over his shoulder, Noctis sitting on the ground. “It’s supposed to stop you from, you know. Right?”

“If you can’t even say it, I’m definitely not talking about it with you,” Gladio says. He considers cutting the break short, but Noctis has it in his head now, he’s not going to let go. Might as well get it over with.

“It stops you from jerking off,” Noctis mutters. He glares at Gladio through his bangs. “Right?”

Gladio heaves a sigh. He really, really wants to call off this break and whack Noctis with a wooden sword some more. Instead he folds his legs under him and sits down.

“Yeah,” he says. “Not that it’s any of your business. Still,” he adds pointedly.

“You don’t have anybody to hold your key.” Noctis ignores him. “You don’t have time.”

Which is true, damnit. Glaldio spends every waking hour either training or following Noct around, or else being pulled into political lessons with Ignis. He doesn’t have time for, well. For anyone other than the future king.

“Why do you even care?” It’s not the real question Gladio wants to ask, but it’s close enough. He wants to know.

Noctis stays silent for a long moment. Then, “Don’t hit me,” he says abruptly, and crawls into Gladio’s lap.

It’s… bad. Noctis’ weight puts painful pressure on his crossed ankles, and they’re both sweaty and kind of gross. Gladio’s so surprised that Noctis has to bite him to get him to respond, and Gladio’s sudden jerk has them both falling over onto the mats.

“What the hell?” Gladio sputters from underneath Noctis, still vaguely stunned.

Instead of answering Noctis squirms up to straddle him, hands on either side of head. Noctis’ eyes are vividly blue in contrast to the redness of his face.

“My dad’s dying,” he says. His voice is flat, just stating the facts: the king is dying. “The Crystal is eating him up. When he’s gone, it’s going to eat me.”

Noctis says the last part like he doesn’t care; all his despair is saved for his father. It makes Gladio’s heart pound. He wants to shake Noctis, rattle some sense into him: he can’t die. Gladio is supposed to protect him.

“I don’t have time either,” Noctis says. “I want--”

This is where he stops, where his voice fails him. His jaw clenches hard enough that Gladio can see the tendon there tick.

“Noctis,” Gladio says, helplessly.

“Sorry.” Noctis shakes his head, and starts to push off him. “You don’t--”

“Hey.” Gladio catches his arm and pulls him down again, oof-ing a little at the impact. “Noct, hey, slow down. How about you give me a little time to catch up, huh?”

“This is stupid,” Noctis says into Gladio’s shirt. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“You’re not stupid,” Gladio says. He locks an arm around Noctis’ waist. It won’t stop him if he’s really determined, but it’ll give Gladio some time. “Look. You’re right. In pretty much all the ways that matter, I’m yours. You’re not alone, okay?”

Gladio wishes he could see Noctis’ face, but it’s still buried in his chest. Noctis doesn’t make an effort to raise it.

“I just wanted one thing,” Noctis says. His breath is starting to come faster, hitching. Gladio squeezes him closer. “I’m supposed to, to be king, and the Chosen, and I will, but I want one thing that’s mine. Because I decided I wanted it, not because I’m supposed to.”

Suddenly Noctis lifts his chin to look at Gladio; his lower lashes are wet. “I’m sorry,” he says, low and fierce, raw, “I shouldn’t have decided it was you.”

Gladio is reminded, in a flash of sense memory, of waking sweaty and tangled in his bedsheets, begging silently for permission to come, an imaginary voice purring no and you belong to me--

“Yes,” he says, a total surprise to both of them. “You should have. Look, Noct. Maybe you didn’t do it in the best way. But.”

He stops. Noct just found out about his dad. Gladio just found out about the king. This could all be an artificial construction of stress and upheaval, Noctis reaching for a stable constant in his life.

Fuck. He can see Noctis withdrawing again in the face of his hesitation, and he knows with utter certainty that if he misses this chance, any sort of rapport with Noctis about this will be gone forever.

He tugs Noctis up and kisses him.

It’s not much better than the first attempt, honestly. The angle is still awkward, Noctis’ arms trapped low between them so he doesn’t have leverage, and their lips too tense. After a moment Gladio lets him go.

“Okay?” he says.

Noctis blinks at him, twice, in rapid succession.

“Okay.”

After a moment Noctis rolls off him and grabs his bokken again. “I’m going to hit you this time,” he says, voice full of false bravado. Gladio allows him the facade.

“Sure, princess,” he says, gripping his own wooden sword. “Just try it.”




Somehow, dating the Crown Prince isn’t a total disaster. In fact things work out pretty well, all things considered, except for one point of tension: what started everything in the first place.

“I want to help you,” Noct says one night. They’re lying on the couch ostensibly to watch a movie, but in reality the movie is terrible so they’ve moved on to making out instead.

“With what?” Gladio says, and when Noct nudges his knee high into Gladio’s thigh he sighs heavily. “Noct.”

“I’m not going to make you.” Noct sounds offended that Gladio would even think so. Which is patently untrue, given how they got together.

“Good,” Gladio says, and kisses Noct so he doesn’t say anything else. They don’t talk much after that.

But Gladio can’t get it out of his head. Isn’t this what he’s wanted? For years? And the more the wonders, the more possibilities come bubbling up: wouldn’t it be a responsibility that would prepare Noctis to take the throne? A chance for Gladio -- for both of them -- to finally see Noctis take some control?

He thinks about it for nearly two weeks, although after the first he pretty much knows what he’s going to decide. The second is just to work up his courage.

“Come over tonight,” he says to Noct after their training session. He sneaks a glance at the door; safe, so he steals a kiss.

“Sure.” Noct grins at him, silly, and Gladio’s belly flips a little. He’s acting ridiculous.

That night he cooks them dinner. Nothing as fancy as Ignis can make, but it’s good enough, stir fry with eggs and leek and some leftover ribs.

“I thought about what you said,” Gladio murmurs into Noct’s ear, and kisses it gently to hear his little gasp.

“Yeah?” Noct is already breathless, hips twisting to press closer to Gladio.

“Yeah,” Gladio says. He backs off. “But we should start slow. You want to see?”

Noctis bites his bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth. He nods.

“Come on.” Gladio moves to the living room. It’d be easier in the bedroom, really, but that’s too suggestive for what he’s trying to do tonight. Noctis follows him like he’s tied on a string, nearly stepping on Gladio’s heels, and his eagerness is a sweet burning pleasure deep in Gladio’s gut like a low banked fire.

He wore the cage tonight in prep. It’s tight already, which maybe isn’t the best, but then again maybe it is. Noctis seemed to like the idea of it, anyway, and he probably saw some pictures when he ‘looked it up’ -- Gladio will have to debunk all the wrong things he learned from random leather sites. That’s fine.

Noct kisses him again after he unbuckles his belt. He does it deep and hungry, sucking on Gladio’s tongue, and ends it with a vicious nip, hard enough for Gladio to taste copper. Gladio’s fingers fumble a little on the zipper.

“Oh,” Noct says when he pulls his underwear down; his eyes are wide. “It’s really pretty.”

Gladio’s cock is red and plump, swollen against the slender titanium of the cage; it surrounds him perfectly, delicate swirls all around with cross-sections in the vague shape of a sword, or a curled feather, ending in a ring that frames the head. He had it custom made to fit.

“Can I…?” Noctis reaches out a hand. Gladio works hard not to flinch as he touches him, skin hot between the metal. He’s hard enough for it to start hurting. When Noct touches the pad of his finger to the tip, delicately rubbing, he steps back.

“Enough,” he says hoarsely. He’s sweating.

Noctis looks up at him. His pupils are wide and dark, lips parted; he looks like a wet dream come to life. Gladio clenches his hands into fists behind his back and stands firm.

“Not yet,” he grits out, and isn’t sure if he’s saying it to Noct or himself. “Not yet.”

Noctis/Ignis Sharing the burden

[(Anonymous)]

After Altissia, Noctis is able to get the blessings of the Six and defeat Ardyn. He takes the throne of Lucis and the burden of the Crystal like he was born to.
After 114 Lucian kings, there a fairly well understood pattern to how the Crystal will drain the life of the king. (For example, after 5 years of being tied to the Crystal a king will being to go gray, after 7 years he'll become more easily fatigued and will experience regular joint pain.)

For some reason, Noctis isn't weakening at the expected rate, it's barely draining him at all.
Ignis, his Advisor and Consort, on the other hand isn't doing as well. His eyesight hasn't returned, and his health has been in a very slow decline. (Most attribute this to long lasting effects of the wounds he sustained in Altissia)

Eventually it's discovered that the Crystal identifies Ignis as an intrinsic part of Noctis and is drawing from both of them. So Noctis will live longer than he otherwise would have, but Ignis will probably die younger.

-Noctis is horrifie when he finds out, Ignis is relieved.

Re: Noctis/Ignis Sharing the burden

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, it's okay OP. I didn't need my heart anyways.

Seconded :'(

Ardyn/Noctis, Falling for him

[(Anonymous)]

Ardyn massively fucking up his plans by actually falling in love with Noctis. He doesn't have to be redeemed but maybe becomes less of a murdery asshole?

+ Ardyn is really pissed off about the whole thing at first.
+ When he comes to terms with it theres some really awkward flirting.
+ Noct is totally clueless for the longest time.

OR If the filler were so inclined they could make it full on angst filled tragedy and that would be cool too.

Re: Ardyn/Noctis, Falling for him

[(Anonymous)]

god i fucking need this

Gen Chocobros + 10 Year Gap/Ignis + Gladiolus having to find/rescue Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

During the 10 year gap, Gladio and Ignis manage to keep in touch and go on hunts and generally just have each other's backs. News goes around that Ardyn is back and they find a poster with Prompto's face on it and go to find him

+10 it takes a while to find him, every MT lair they find is a dead end

+100 once they find him, Prompto is a mess- blank eyes, chained/tied/gagged. Kinda babbling to himself, covered in blood, sweat, his own filth, MT blood

+1000 Ignis and Gladio come across Ardyn hosing Prompto down- there are too many MT's to risk immediate rescue so they sneak in constantly to try and figure out what they can do and Prompto just gets worse and worse

Btw I'd prefer if Noct was still in the crystal and that it be from either Gladio or Ignis's point of view.

I know it's a lot, and it's all up to the filler how it goes down!

Ignis/Noctis cross dressing

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis sees the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, a woman who steals his breath away--which is surprising because he has faithfully been in love with his charge since he was a child. He decides to take the jump and approach her, because her silky black hair and red dress that glitters under the lights. She looks so much like his prince....

Noctis needs a night out at the club with Prompto without anyone needing to know who he is... and definitely doesn't expect for Ignis to wrap his arms around his waist and then nuzzle against him.

"You are utterly ravishing, my dear."

--

Gimme sexy and sultry Noctis in a red dress absolutely charming the shit out of Ignis, Ignis realizing only when Noctis whispers his name ("I never told you my name...") who it is.

Bonus points if you have Ignis fuck Noctis against a wall outside, with his dress riding up against the bricks.

Bonus points if Gladio's with Ignis and realizes immediately who it is and doesn't tell him for shits and giggles.

Infinity points if Noctis talks about how long he's waited for Ignis to do that.

Re: Ignis/Noctis cross dressing

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded so hard I might have to do this one myself♡♡

Any Two Chocobros - Our Get Along shirt.

[(Anonymous)]

Exactly what it says on the tin. Two bros start arguing, and the other two force them into a Get Along shirt for the afternoon. Op is partial to Ignis and Prompto or Noctis and Gladio, but just run with it.

Re: Any Two Chocobros - Our Get Along shirt.

[(Anonymous)]

This would have made a great ending to ch10 ;)

Ignis wears lingerie

[(Anonymous)]

I'm talking garter, lace, the works. Just because.

Re: Ignis wears lingerie

[(Anonymous)]

Did you have any pairing preference or no pairing or just masturbating because yes.

Aranea + Prompto - technically siblings bc Magitek experiments

[(Anonymous)]

As Verstael used his own DNA as a base for his earlier MT experiments, both Aranea and Prompto are his biological children. Along with a good majority of the Niff Military but thats beside the point. This is about two people learning to be siblings.

I want all the shenanigans

Promptis, not the intended use

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto has two very important questions:
Can Noct put anything in the Armiger?
What can he do with them if he does?

+ Awkward fails while they're figuring this out, because this is a serious prompt and accidentally pelting someone with spectral dildos is serious business.
++ Noctis isn't the first of the royal line to try this stunt.

Re: Promptis, not the intended use

[(Anonymous)]

considering im pretty sure ardyn keeps his hat, wing, and umbrella in there, noctis should ABSOLUTELY do this