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 Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here.  (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)

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UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.

 

Comments

"Puny. Just like yours." - stealth Gladio/Noct

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio accidentally spills the beeeeeeeeans about his relationship with Noct when he shit-talks him about the small fish he catches.

Prompto: How do you know that Gladio? ¬_¬

Gladio: ....

Ignis: >_>

Re: "Puny. Just like yours." - stealth Gladio/Noct

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, seconded! I just might have to write this

Ardyn/Noct or Gen, Everyone in the world knows Ardyn AU

[(Anonymous)]

In another world Ardyn Lucis Caelum, The Accursed, was not decried and excluded from Lucis' history, left to spend 2000 years waiting for death in bitter obscurity. Instead he has walked beside the kings of Lucis, honored by the people as the height of loyal service to the kingdom. His relationship with the kings has been variable over the years, but Regis, Aulea, and Noctis are without a doubt his favorites. Which makes his destiny as willing human sacrifice devastating as it is relieving.

+Ardyn as his troublesome self who likes to stir shit.
++Ardyn who spends more family time with Noct than Regis
++Ardyn's probably supposed to be a composed, guardian priest type. He's really really not fitting the image.
+++Ardyn and Luna and Gentiana discussing his tainted situation and Noct getting a look at his 'true face'
+++Ardyn being super overprotective over Noct
+++++++Noct and Ardyn die together and there's so many tears, ya'll.

Gimme this bittersweet AU where everyone tries to hold onto each other and things still hurt, and some people are still going to die.

Re: Ardyn/Noct or Gen, Everyone in the world knows Ardyn AU

[(Anonymous)]

I might as well not be anon for this. I am so weak for AUs

It might take a while, but I'm gonna take a crack at it

[Noctis/any] Prompto raising Noctis child

[(Anonymous)]

I need the line of kings to continue!

So let's say that ten years ago Noctis knocked up someone. (could be Prompto could be someone else, male/female I care not)

What I do care about is that when Noctis wakes up from his ten year hibernation he is greeted too the site of a son he did not know about and the knowledge that the Prompto was the one to raise him.

Ardyn/Ravus, Valentines day

[(Anonymous)]

Ravus recieves tons of chocolate/flowers/cake on Valentines day from girls/boys from everywhere. Ravus is not very interested in strangers giving him candy (but he will still eat it).
Ardyn has made his own chocolate for him. He made little figures that look like things the High Commander likes (like moogles, flowers etc.). They dont look perfect, maybe the box is a bit torn and the card has chocolate stains but he is proud of himself. But when he sees all the expensive chocolate/ amazing cakes he is so discouraged that he does not give him the box and just puts it somewhere. But then Ravus finds it and is touched because it is maybe not perfect but its such a personal gift - something the other gifts are not.
Then he searches for the chancellor to say "thank you"

+ Aranea and Loqi are impressed by the amount of chocolate he gets but they also get a lot of presents
++ Some kissing would be nice

Re: Ardyn/Ravus, Valentines day

[(Anonymous)]

This is such a sweet prompt omg, I want to be a potential filler but if anything, I would have the chance to work on it sometime next week... I do hope someone is able to fill this though besides me so seconded! :'D

How Ignis got the job

[(Anonymous)]

Spoiler: It's because of his cooking skills.

I dunno. I just had this idea of poor university student Ignis seeing a job posting for chamberlain and/or advisor for the crown prince. And Ignis, a culinary student with approximately zero political experience or caretaker experience (or whatever type of experience is required to be a chamberlain), applies anyway. Because it's well-known (from tabloids, at any rate) that the prince is a notoriously picky eater, and he's takes it as a kind of personal challenge.

Kingsglaive/Ardyn, non-con but not really

[(Anonymous)]

After Ardyn gives the terms for the peace treaty, the Kingsglaive grab him in order to try and distrupt the terms from going through, and then start non-con with him, but Ardyn starts to get into it.

Re: Kingsglaive/Ardyn, non-con but not really

[(Anonymous)]

Welcome to the world of dubcon! And seconded, thirded, fourthed because yes please

Regis/Prompto Good ol' fashioned romance in public eye

[(Anonymous)]

King Regis is so terribly tired, burdened with not only the problems of Insomnia and its people, but also the ongoing war and the visions of the wretched future of his son. He goes through motions, waiting for this all to end... and then he meets Prompto, a ray of sunshine who makes him remember that life is beautiful.

Prompto is plagued by the feelings of inadequacy and fears for the future. He changed his entire life to befriend Noctis, and now has no idea what to do with himself, and peple around Noctis purposely or not make him feel small and inferior. All but King Regis, who makes him see that the future is not a sentence, it's a mass of possibilities, and that Prompto is worth attention and love.

They fall for each other. Helplessly. And have a beautiful romance, full of swift kisses, late night phonecalls, love letters carefully delivered in secret by the most trusted friends, hand-holding and midnight walks. It's improper and scandalous, but they keep it secret.

And then the public finds out. What happens, Anon?

Bonus : Noctis is absolutely jealous, but tries his best to be supportive and helpful.

Re: Regis/Prompto Good ol' fashioned romance in public eye

[(Anonymous)]

i love this idea

Cor is Time Lord -and Noct's ancestor several times over

[(Anonymous)]

That's why they call him the immortal.

-The crystal is his Tardis? Or part of one? Heck, maybe all the astral shards are. Ifrit could be a Tardis who Saw Some Shit in the Time in the Time War? Or at least some kind of Time Lord tech.

-Cor falling in love with various Caellums in various genders. If you make it so Noct has enough Time Lord blood to regenerate so instead of getting married in the afterlife he's stumbling around around the land of the living licking random things and exclaiming that he taste things. In four dimensions and passing out randomly and whatnot. Or the ritual can use up all his Atron energy or whatever its called and he can't.

-Cor not being able to save Noct because he already knows how it ends and you can't cross your own timeline or Bad Things happen.

The Doctor/Ardyn, Terrible Immortal romance

[(Anonymous)]

Ardyn at various points in his long, long life Ardyn runs into terrible ancient being who calls himself a word that means Healer and they terrible bad idea affair across the centuries.

- The Doctor contantly trying to save Ardyn from himself. Sometimes he even suceeds, but only for a short while. Ardyn is far to broken, and his inner daemons far to literal for any good intentions.

- Sometimes the Doctor saves someone. Not necesarily everyone, but someone.

-Just one time where the Doctor does something clever and everyone lives - for now, at least.

Cor + Regis, Bladder Control/Watersports(?)

[(Anonymous)]

What's worse - the fact that I had a dream about this scenario or the fact that I'm requesting a fill about it now?

Cor being made to hold it as some kind of punishment.

+ consensual / both are down with this
++ Regis is comforting/nice about the whole thing instead of doing it as any actual punishment
+++ Spanking is in here somehow

Gladio/Chocobros

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio has the most perfect ass and it's becoming a problem. They can't stop staring. Gladio bends over to pick something up and they lose their balance/walk into things. The only one doing okay is Ignis and even then it's just barely

I don't care if Gladio knows the effect he has or not. OT4 preferred

FILL, "Bend and Snap" Re: Gladio/Chocobros

[(Anonymous)]

Two things: one, I'm tipsy. Two, I get wordy when I'm tipsy. Totally unedited. Power through, I believe in y'all.

*******

Ignis thought he was doing alright. It helped that he was getting up-close encounters with the object of his distraction on a somewhat regular basis. It hadn’t always been the case, but at least he was fairly sure that even when he and Gladio were seventeen-year-olds fumbling around in semi-public briefing rooms, desperate to touch as much of each other as possible in the time it took the coffee for a meeting to brew, he’d never been quite as obviously thirsty as Prompto and the prince.

Maybe inwardly.

The fact of the matter was that Gladio had been focusing on leg strength with his workouts lately, because in his estimation, “All this cardio from the cross-country sprints we’ve been doing is gonna shrivel me up until I look like a dry old piece of jerky. Or Noct’s biceps.” So his solution was what it usually was with Gladio: more muscle, fewer problems. And consequently, more squats in camp. And lunges. And those twisted side-curls where he hiked his knee all the way up to his elbows. And glorious, glorious mountain-climbers, not to mention all of the delightful core routines that twisted his tight little waist off to maximum effect. Not for nothing was Ignis a morning person these days as his cup of tea before breakfast happened to coincide with his lover’s morning workout, but evidently the pleasant, ever-swelling curve of Gladio’s ass was worth rising early for (as it were). In fact, it was apparently drawing attention like flies to firm, lappable honey.

Ignis left the tent one morning to find Prompto and Noct catching flies as well, both of their mouths slightly agape as they stared after the form of Gladio, lit up by the morning sun, doing burpees in the sloping field just near camp. He tapped Noct’s chin shut, more because it was in his job description than from any sort of jealousy. “Gentlemen. I assume you’re not up early to assist with breakfast.”

“Unh,” Prompto responded. Noct, who had been shocked somewhat back to this world and out of his reveries, had enough energy to at least feign disinterest. “Iggy, I...um. It just....uh...morning.” He elbowed Prompto. “We couldn’t sleep.”

“How peculiar,” Iggy demurred, playing along because he wasn’t a total monster, and Gladio was certainly a hell of a view at any time. “I have some herbal remedies for that on hand. It’s rather unlike you. Let me know if it keeps up.”

“Y-yeah.” Noct was fully blushing, and Ignis left them to their bird-watching as the eagle across Gladio’s shoulders sprang from the tall grasses only to crouch back down into push-ups over and over again.

As he prepped the small burners for breakfast, he heard Prompto whisper from across the camp, “Dude. Just think. If you hadn’t cheated with the warping? You could be down there with him right now!”

“What, you want to see me do that? I could do that, easy,” Noct mumbled bashfully. Ignis indulged himself in a grin, as his back was turned. Ah, to be young and constantly defensive when impressing one’s boyfriend was on the line.

“No way, man! Then you could invite me too, and we could both get a closer look!”

Deviants, the both of them. Bless their thirsty little hearts.

***

Gladio was happy with how his thighs and ass were coming along and was consequently showing off: as the days passed, he’d shoved his dark button-down in the trunk and taken to wearing around his tight, black tank top of which Ignis was seriously, deeply enamoured of, not the least because nothing whatsoever was covering his ass. And Gladio had always been gifted in that department: he’d confessed to Ignis once, as mere children, over shared insecurities and a chalky protein shake, that the one part of his body he’d never really had to try to improve was his ass. It was a truly amazing work of nature, looked even better molded in leather, and as disturbing as it was that Gladio bragged about having inherited the gorgeous thing from his mother, even more disturbing was the fact that it instantly conjured to the mind unbidden thoughts of Clarus Amicitia’s ass and if he’d ever seen it close enough to judge. There were some things one just didn’t need to know about the King’s Shield’s attributes, especially if one was banging his only son like a kitchen drawer (and against some kitchen drawers) on the regular.

But that was just Gladio: so self-assured through years and decades of being hyper-aware of his external condition to manifest the confidence of a god, the heady physicality to back his ego up, and the off-the-wall, random declarations that was just Gladio being himself, as if he’d ever wanted to be anyone or anything else. And Ignis had been reaping the sole rewards of all of him for years. He honestly didn’t think he’d ever tire of the fantastically desirable man who held his heart in his hands like a miniature kettle bell. But, upon reflection, the fact that he was able to first-hand appreciate Gladio’s…’enhanced’ attributes and the rewards of the man’s own physical self-discipline probably made it easier for him than for others to control themselves around the stunning physical specimen that was Gladio’s entire ass wiggled tactically into some leather trousers.

He was speaking specifically of their two companions and dearest friends in the world, who were increasingly losing ever more of their combined chill on a daily basis, despite their own awkward fumblings through the fledgling stages of their relationship.

For example, the Wednesday after the untimely-early burpees showcase, something began hissing steam from under the hood of the Regalia and they were forced to get it towed to Hammerhead for Cindy’s gentle ministrations. The Regalia practically purred under the hand she laid on its hood, but Cindy eyes the car carefully as if it were a hissing coeurl she had to circle with a net. And then the hood refused to open, and she actually retreated to the depths of the garage for a full-body jumpsuit (to the despair of the twelve-year-old kids trying not to look utterly obvious as they spied on her from the gas station magazine racks, and also Prompto. But then, it *was* a Wednesday...)

“I’m about to need a second pair of hands on this gal,” Cindy announced. Noct grabbed Prompto’s hand and knit their fingers together dourly before the blond could surge forward to volunteer, and Gladio ended up as their mechanic’s lovely assistant. “Sorry, big guy. You just been voluntold. Grab a rag and jump in here, this hood ain’t comin’ up without some serious leverage.”

“If the two of you join me in retrieving the produce from the trunk, we can run this delivery to Takka and make ourselves useful in the interim,” Ignis suggested. Noct practically dragged Prompto along after them, and everyone ended up reeking faintly of garlic as they handed over their goods to their patron diner chef.

Not a minute later, however, a loud hiss and a cry from Gladio had them all stumbling out the door of the diner, Ignis nearly tripping over Noct and Prompto because they led the charge due to being slippery little shits. Three (well, maybe four) pairs of eyes sought out the Regalis far and away across the parking lot, with a cloud of steam diffusing from under his hood and a puddle of shimmering oil glinting rainbow as it spread out from underneath the Regalia and across the parking lot. Cindy was fussing over Gladio a good four feet away from the car and dabbing firmly at the front of his pants and across his thighs with a greasy rag.

“I’m dead,” Prompto sighed to himself. “This is it. This is the afterlife. I really was good, after all, because this is heaven.” He turned to look at Noct. “And you’re here too-”

Noct shoved Prompto, who shoved him back half-heartedly, neither of them able to look away from Cindy dabbing at the tight, now-oil-soaked groin of Gladio’s favorite black trousers. Ignis shoved his way through them both and hurried to make sure both the mechanic and her would-be assistant fared well, but before he could get halfway there Cindy saw him and waved.

“It’s all good, guys! Just gonna take Gladio here in to change, had a right geyser go off when he ripped that hood up. Nothing I can’t fix - well, ‘cepting maybe these pants. Get a move on, hon, we’re wasting daylight!” Gladio grinned weakly at Ignis as Cindy dragged him into the garage.

“Sorry, Iggy!”

“So long as neither of you are hurt…!” But they were gone.

It was a long seven minutes (not that anyone was counting) before either of them emerged. For all that he knew of cars, and the Regalia in particular, Ignis was somewhat shamed: he had no idea what had gone wrong with the vehicle, and YouStream videos weren’t doing him much good without any practical knowledge regarding machines. Prompto was a hand with gears and machinery, but he had on a faraway, remniscient smile and Ignis wasn’t sure how much use he would be at the moment. When Cindy finally emerged from the garage, she had the devil of a grin on her face. “Gladio’ll be out in a jiff.” She lightly hip-checked Ignis, and as he stumbled a little, she chuckled at him.

At him…!

“Aww, don’t look all scandalized, sugar. I’m just sayin’, nice work. Talk about some customization. Anyway, the pants were a lost cause, so I modded a couple things on ‘em and- hey, here he comes!”

Gladio strode out of the garage with the saunter of the truly physically immaculate, and for the first time in his life, Ignis’ brain stopped.

Fully, jarringly halted.

Period.

Because Cindy’s solution to Gladio’s soiled trousers that already hadn’t left much to the imagination had been to *hack the legs off entirely*, leaving him swaying his firm hips in a pair of tight, black cutoff jeans with the pockets hanging loose at the frayed edges. Gladio’s thighs gleamed in the blazing sunset around the dusting of dark hair down his thickly curved legs, melting into his thigh-high steel-toed leather all-terrain work boots. He let his hips roll like Cindy as he strode slowly towards the group, and his smile was seriously sinful. It was the first thought to reenter Ignis’ mind as it reset itself, and he had a feeling that smile and the adjacent available caravan would set the theme for the remainder of the evening.

Whether Prompto and Noct would survive an invitation to join them was another question entirely, as Noct seemed mere seconds from sliding down the side of the Regalia as Gladio strode ever steadily towards them, and when Ignis glanced at Prompto, his shaking knees were as obvious as his sudden prevailing hard-on.

Ah, to be young…

“What do you guys think?” Gladio said around a sexy, relaxed grin. His strides seemed almost exaggerated suddenly, and he approached Cindy to sling an arm around her comparatively slight shoulders. “Workout’s really showing results, right? And hey, check it out. Twins!”

“Go on, tell us apart. I dare ya,” Cindy said with a straight face.

Prompto croaked.

Seemingly oblivious, though Ignis had been sharing a bedroll with him and his self-esteem long enough to know better, something caught Gladio’s eye off to his left and he strode after it purposely. “Oh, hey,” he murmured as he went for when Ignis identified as the little round flashlight he kept clipped to his belt. “I wondered where this went. Good, doesn’t look like it got any grease on it.” And in one fluid, blessed motion, Gladio bent from the waist in his new ripped cutoffs.

He scooped up the little light, ass high in the air and half-exposed.

And he snapped upright, a little quirk in his back and a flirt in his smile as he looked back at his friends.

Ignis, who had just run his hands all over the splendor of Gladio’s overall firmness not four hours prior, decided enough was too much and leaned over to tap Noct’s mouth again. Around the prince’s startled noise of protest, he leaned around Noct, grabbed a fistful of Prompto’s shirt, and kissed the young marksman softly. Prompto gasped under his mouth, and Ignis made a point of locking eyes with him as he withdrew - and then with Noct - smirking meaningfully in a general sort of way.

“Any time, gentlemen.” And with that, he turned his attention to rounding the car in three strides and planting a firm spank directly on the juicy curve of Gladio’s ass. From over his shoulder came a sound like someone swallowing their entire tongue. “And as for you,” he growled as Cindy whooped in approval. “You utter showboat. Not happy unless anyone could be potentially admiring you? Not a bit hungry for attention, eh?”

Instead of a sharp comeback the likes of which he was a true master, Gladio ducked his head and attempted to bat his eyelashes *up* at Ignis despite having a full six inches over him. And then that was its own sort of message, wasn’t it?

“Come along then,” Ignis insisted, looping his fingers through one of Gladio’s belt loops and towing his lovely ass (by the entire seven inches of pants he had left) towards the caravan. “Cindy, if the two you have left don’t care to join us, feel free to put them to work. I hear it builds character.” And he dragged Gladio - and all his delightful curves - ever on towards the trailer.

Ardyn/Ravus - blowjob in Regalia

[(Anonymous)]

Ravus hates Ardyn's trashmobile, thx to chocobros for providing something much better.

Re: Ardyn/Ravus - blowjob in Regalia

[(Anonymous)]

Omg, yes!

Nyx/Promto, Dating

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto has a new boyfriend. Cue overprotective chocobros making sure that their sunshine is taken care of. Bonus for jealous Noctis.

Re: Nyx/Promto, Dating

[(Anonymous)]

YeSSS SOMEONE PLS.
Seconded so baddddd
I'm thirsty for both Nyx/Prompto and jealous!Noct (screeching intensifies)

Just imagine the chocobros stalking the two in their dates. www

Ignis is date raped

[(Anonymous)]

Well, not really on a "date," but he goes out for drinks (or maybe he's chaperoning Noctis' first time at a bar and decides to have one drink, just for the taste), and then wakes up in some strange place with no memory of how he got there, in pain and with his pants and underwear down around his knees.

He proceeds to pretend that he's fine and that nothing happened, and ends up pushing himself to exhaustion/mental breakdown.

Re: Ignis is date raped

[(Anonymous)]

.... I'm going to hell.

Seconded. ^^;

Prompto/Any or Gen, 213 things Prompto is not allowed to do in the Crownsguard

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by this: http://skippyslist.com/list/

Before letting Prompto, Clarus makes sure a few additional rules are laid down first.

Prompto of course makes it mission to break all of them before their journey is over.

Re: Prompto/Any or Gen, 213 things Prompto is not allowed to do in the Crownsguard

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, Skippy's List! I had forgotten about that. /goes to reread it for the nostalgia factor

Noct/Chocobros - Accidental kisses

[(Anonymous)]

That awkward and embarrassing moment when you kind of forget who you're talking to and you absentmindedly kiss your friend and/or say "I love you."

(Like... OP is imagining a moment where Noct hugs either Gladio or Ignis, and Noct kind of gives them a peck on the cheek, because they're like family, and it's what he used to do whenever he hugged his mom or dad. And then he realizes a second later what he did, and oops)

(OP also kind of headcanons Noct as being kind of touch-starved/affection-starved in that way wealthy kids are when they're basically raised by their minders rather than their busy parents)

[(Anonymous)]

There's a lot of sad headcanons floating around about Ignis's childhood, now that the Ultimania translations are out and we've learnt he got picked as Noct's future Steward when he was 6.

But the thing is 6-year-old Ignis probably wasn't expected to do much - Noctis had a nanny who probably took care of *both* of them. Or at least she did until the day she got killed by the Marilith.

So, still Ignis sadfic, but more about how that attack hurt him almost as much as it did Noctis, because lively happy Noctis went away and came back sad tired Noctis and the woman he loved like a mother was never coming back ever. So he just sort of starts to mother Noctis in her place as a way to deal with his own grief?

[(Anonymous)]

Fam, I got you. I'm working on a fill right now and hoping to post within the week. I dunno how often you check this though, since you posted this prompt like a month ago, but I'll post it on AO3 too and link it here.

Prompto/Other(s) + Jealous!Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

Seen this in a few prompts, but I'm going to post it separately. Just give me Noct getting obscenely jealous of each and every one of the people Prompto dates.

I don't care who Prompto's dates are--they can be anyone from OCs to Cindy to Regis, anyone you want. Just as long as they make Noct jealous, we're covered.

Re: Prompto/Other(s) + Jealous!Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

Hey! Potential author!non here. c:

I was wondering if I could make a few adjustments to the request? Like, rather than Prompto dating others, it'd be something along the lines of: Prompto accidentally kissing other characters? So something like: 5 times Prompto kissed someone that's not Nocts and +1 time Prompto finally kissed Noctis.

Also, is it okay if it's set during their time in Insomnia? And the end game being Promptis?

If this is fine with you, I'll try getting the prompt done before tomorrow!

Rule 63 Noctis/Prompto, shared motel room

[(Anonymous)]

First off, the chocobros are ladies (chocosisters? chocochicks?) Just because.

More importantly, Noctis and Prompto are trying to get each other off as quietly as possible while the other two are supposedly asleep in the next bed over.

++ Supposedly asleep. Not actually asleep.

Noctis/Prompto, Noctis/Ignis, exhibitionism/voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

Noct is a bit of an exhibitionist, and Ignis is a bit of voyeurist. They both get off on Ignis listening to/seeing the evidence of Noct having sex with Prompto. It's the perfect set-up, except when it's not.

(interpret the last line how you wish)

Noctis / Kenny Crow

[(Anonymous)]

Seeing Kenny Crow shove something into Noctis' throat made me feel something.

+ for Noct knowing it's a costume but not caring

Re: Noctis / Kenny Crow

[(Anonymous)]

"Thanks for the nouthful!"

Noctis / Ramuh

[(Anonymous)]

Body worship from the gods please. Have you seen the way they hold each other so tenderly?

Re: Noctis / Ramuh

[(Anonymous)]

OP again: +1000 for size kink

Noctis/Ignis/Gladio - Angsty Love Triangle

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio has feelings for Ignis, but doesn't realize Ignis has always been deeply in love with Noctis, who also has feelings for Ignis but isn't comfortable with acting on them due to his position.
Things get super sticky for the three of them when Noctis disappears into the crystal for 10 years and comes out finding Ignis settled for Gladio in his absence, not knowing if he'd ever come back.

So pile on all the angsty feels. Smut is totally optional, but anon prefers it not to go for poly.

Noct/that attendant at the festival race track, Noct gets wrecked

[(Anonymous)]

blame the chocobo moogle festival photo challenge and how fucking long it took me to nail this particular one. i'm talking about that attendant at the chocobo race track.

maybe he and noct flirt a bit. and then he takes noct behind the counter and bangs him hard out in the open until he's a drooling incoherent mess and everyone just passes by without really noticing what's going on.

please just give me noct getting wrecked by this particular guy

Re: Noct/that attendant at the festival race track, Noct gets wrecked

[(Anonymous)]

at first i thought "why this guy in particular" but then you know what, i want it. seconded.

Noctis/Prompto - A way to live

[(Anonymous)]

There is a way to stop Noctis from dying according to Gentiana. The Six Astrals need to aid the king. That wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for Ifrit's betrayal?

Prompto, desperate to help his lover (I really want them to be in a relationship), does his best to learn the language of the gods and convince Ifrit to help Noctis, all of this while Noctis is inside of the crystal.

Prompto will do ANYTHING to accomplish his goal. He just wants Noctis to live by his side.

This could go down an angsty route like for example, maybe Prompto can trade his life or someting? Or this could go the smutty route where Prompto can offer his body to Ifrit? I don't really mind what Prompto does or offer to convince him.

Re: Noctis/Prompto - A way to live

[(Anonymous)]

This could probably work really well if combined slightly with the earlier prompt about Prompto being Ifrit's priest