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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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From: (Anonymous)

Glad you liked it :)

From: (Anonymous)

The literal change in the way Ardyn views the world, such as his black-and-white vision going full color upon meeting his soul mate.

In a (lonely) era that has wronged him so, the chancellor is determined to whisk his newly found beloved away. Gladiolus, Ignis, and Noctis are none too pleased with this plan.

No non-con or situations of that nature, but feel free to leave a comment if you’ve any further questions!

From: (Anonymous)

He's about to storm out of the train cart, so melodramatic it sets his teeth on edge, when Noctis' scent goes abruptly headier. Every alpha on the train probably got a whiff of it, so even if Gladio hadn't spent most of his formative years fantasizing about what the prince would smell like in his heat, he would have followed.

He tries not to be too offended at the alarmed look Prompto shoots him as he walks in direction of Noctis' exit, as if he would do anything besides protect his charge.

"Just take care of Ignis," Gladio tells Prompto. "I'll help His Highness through this."

Noctis is almost by the other end of the train when Gladio catches up with him, huddling down in front of an empty private car. His scent, sweet and musky, overwhelms the air around them. Gladio tries to ignore the surge of satisfied pride that overtakes him when Noctis looks up and the scent around him gets thicker. At that moment, Noctis would have the same reaction to any random alpha.

"You forget your damned suppressants?" asks Gladio, walking forward and grabbing Noctis' arm. "Now? Really?"

Despite his harsh tone, Gladio is gentle as he pulls Noctis up, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him from stumbling back down. Post-suppressant heats tend to be more painful and intense than most, and his anger does little to tamper with his concern.

"Well?"

Aside from a trembling breath, Noctis remains silent. He won't even look Gladio in the eye.

With a grunt, Gladio drags him into the nearest empty private cart, heart hammering in his chest. How much he'd guiltily dreamed of Noctis in heat once, and now that it's happening, it's just a reminder of how much of a shit Noctis can be.

"We have to deal with this now," says Gladio, rubbing at the small of Noctis' back. "Try to look a little less like we're going to your execution; it's not exactly a cause for celebration on my end here."

"Fuck you," breathes Noctis. "If you don't want me, I bet there's twenty alphas on this train who'd brawl to the death for the chance."

So much for omegas being docile in the middle of a heat.

"It's not like I'm forcing you," says Gladio, looking Noctis as his slides his hand under Noctis' pants and slips a finger between the cheeks of his ass.

Already, Noctis is slick, and his hole twitches as Gladio teases a finger over it. Though Noctis' eyes are dilated and his breath coming out in low pants, he still looks ready to spit at Gladio at any moment.

Uncertain that he could force himself to listen if Noctis demanded to be left alone, Gladio bends down to kiss him, intending for a deep, seductive kiss. Noctis bite at him, so devolved into a mess of growls and a fight for dominance.

Gladio spares a second to lament that they'll be fucking in a narrow bed as he picks Noctis, pushing a finger into his slick ass. Finally, Noctis lets out a little whimper and spreads his legs, prompting Gladio to be gentle as he lays him down on the shitty train cart bed.

Noctis tries to wrap his legs around Gladio's waist immediately, so Gladio breaks the kiss as he grabs Noctis' knees. "I need to take off your pants, Highness."

"Hurry up, then."

From: (Anonymous)

Mmm, delightful! More please! :D

/interested passerby anon

From: (Anonymous)

I don't know why but I keep picturing this as one of the times where just because someone is your soulmate it doesn't me you're their soulmate. So Ardyn is not Prompto's soulmate and he's not too keen about being whisked away by the chancellor either.

And then Ardyn is trying to go through his evil plans, but there's Prompto looking angry, sad, and pouty and he's rushing to try and fix it. Steals the Regalia? The boys find it outside the caravan they rented freshly polished and the tank full. Something happens to Prompto's camera? A new one is delivered to their hotel room. Because Prompto is not allowed to be upset in Ardyn's world now.

From: (Anonymous)

After Regis' wife dies, a lot of royalty/nobility come out of the woodwork to try and get Regis' hand in marriage. Noctis doesn't approve of this and alongside Cor (and the bros if you'd like) decides to stop them. Whether Regis ends up with anyone is up to the writer.

+1 if Iedolas tries to get Regis. They might be at war but he's not blind after all.

From: (Anonymous)

Gladio is proud that his hands don't shake, and that he doesn't rip Noctis' pants in a hurry to get him naked. Noctis' cock is only half-hard, a stark reminder that no matter how turned on he might smell, he doesn't want to fuck, least of all Gladio. Going down to suck and lick him, get him properly out of his mind with lust, is probably more than he deserves, so Gladio just follows the trail of slick to his and and pushes in two fingers without preamble.

Noctis accepts the intrusion readily, eyes closing and his back arching. He squirms and bites his lips when Gladio adds a third finger, and his ass tightens around Gladio's knuckle. Three fingers are hardly as thick as Gladio's dick, but they'll have to do.

He's had omegas before, even a couple of memorable ones in heat, and they'd help take off his pants, buried their faces in his groin to familiarize themselves with his scent, but Noctis won's even open his eyes. His hands are fisted by his sides, like he's bracing himself for something terrible. Gladio hesitates as he lines his cock to Noctis' entrance.

"Shit, just hurry up," hisses Noctis, glaring at the wall.

Romantic as Gladio always dreamed. He pushes his cock inside, focusing on the way the slick, tight muscle swallows him; on the sheer eroticism of it regardless of the circumstances. He needs to get more into this, or he might not be able to get a knot going, and would that be the most humiliating and depressing experience of the whole trip? For both of them.

Thankfully, Noctis lets out a thin moan when Gladio is seated in him, a noise that settles deep in Gladio's belly and makes him groan. Noctis' omega nature is finally taking over and though he'll never be docile and pleading, he can get lost in pleasure. He stares up at nothing, icy blue eyes darker than usual, mouth slightly open. His cock is filling up and blushing a deep pink, a white pearl of fluid at the tip. Gladio pulls out a little, and immediately slams back in as Noctis whines and clenches his ass.

Gladio loves him so fucking much. He bites his lips to keep it inside, squeezes his eyes shut, and starts fucking him hard and rough, the way an alpha is supposed to give it to an omega in some cheap porno. Noctis goes wild for it, squirming, moaning, and biting the back of his hand to stifle screams. He perfumes the cart with more slick, a powerful drug that makes Gladio's cock ache.

"Highness, I'm close," gasps Gladio, reaching for Nocti's dick. He's supposed to ask if Noctis wants a knot soon, but he honestly, doubts he'll be able to listen if Noctis denies him.

Noctis reaches for his dick, urging Gladio to squeeze and tug as he grinds back on Gladio's dick.

AN: ok, I lied it's three parts

From: (Anonymous)

Wait, so Prompto feels the same, am I getting that right, OP? Ardyn regains his heart?

From: (Anonymous)

Noctis tries to squeeze too hard, so Gladio takes his hand aside and goes for firm, but gentle pulls, passing his thumb over the head of Noctis' dick with each stroke. Noctis squirms harder, making Gladio hold his breath as he he grinds his hips into Noctis' ass. He needs Noctis to come, and come now, so he'll be relaxed enough for the massive knot Gladio feels coming.

"Come on," Gladio gasps, working Noctis' dick a little harder. "Come on, Noctis, come for me."

Their eyes meet when Gladio says Noctis' name, and he wants to bend down to kiss him. He starts leaning an instant before Noctis spasms, his ass clenching tight around Gladio's cock, and comes between their bellies with helpless groan. It drags a violent orgasm out of Gladio, a knot exploding out of him before he can even think of pulling out of Noctis' ass.

Gladio's dizzy for a few moments, enjoying the tightness surrounding the swollen base of his cock, milking come out of him with short, tight squeezes. It's not the most comfortable of positions for a knotting, but he's frankly too high on Noctis' scent to much care.

At least until Noctis' breath shifts from long, slow breaths to short, angry puffs. Gladio thinks that maybe it's not enough, that Noctis' heat after years on suppressants is too much to be assuage with a single orgasm, but Noctis doesn't smell aroused anymore.

"Get off me," says Noctis, pushing at Gladio's chest and trying to pull away. The movement pulls at Gladio's dick painfully, and this is certainly the worst moment of Gladio's entire fucking life. "Get off."

"Noct, I can't!"

Despite the alarm bells going off, Gladio has to bear down and use his weight and size to hold Noctis down. He wonders if Noctis can just warp away, and how damaging it would be for both of them.

"Highness, please."

Much to Gladio's horror, Noctis starts crying. At least, he stops struggling as well, but that hardly does anything to make the situation any less awful. With any luck, the tears and reprimands should get Gladio's knot to come down in record time. He's supposed to protect Noctis, and he doesn't know what he can kill that will prove he can ever handle something like this.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I should have asked before. . ."

"I'm sorry," says Noctis, burying his face in Gladio's chest. "I'm not strong enough for what my father and Luna wanted. I'm not strong enough for Ignis, and I'm not strong enough for you."

"Noct. . ."

"And don't bullshit me either," says Noctis, suddenly angry. "You've been a shit to me for weeks."

"I've been a shit?" demands Gladio. "I've. . . never mind, okay? Now's not a good time for us to be at each other's throats."

"And whose fault is that?" Noctis grunts in disgust. "You should've asked before locking us together like this, you big asshole."

"I know," says Gladio, looking away. He can't even pretend his knot took him by surprise because he didn't, not really. "You're just so. . ."

"Yeah, yeah. Everything's on me."

Well, technically none of it would have happened if Noct hadn't forgotten his suppressants in the first place.

"You're so beautiful," says Gladio, wishing he could hold Noctis' hand. "And I wanted to make you feel good."

Noctis makes an impatient noise, but he forces himself to relax. Gladio does the same and resolves to wait until his knot goes down in peace.

AN: A/B/O is not usually my thing and I sorta feel like I missed 80% of the point of a heat fic, but I hope OP likes this a bit anyway.

From: (Anonymous)

I honestly would like for a FFXV Alternate Universe fanfic/rewrite, where it’s a bit more like the speculated story of Versus XIII.

Something like Noctis and his friends being an active part of the Insomnia takeover/the events that transpired in Kingsglaive (with no Nyx to be seen), and Lunafreya/Stella (yes I know technically they're two different characters, shut up) having a more active role in the story and facing off against Noct (I had the idea of Lunafreya/Stella being revealed to be Iedolas’ daughter – hence her reluctant loyalty to Niflheim, despite her feelings towards Noct and her disgust towards her father’s actions – but I'm pretty sure someone could come up w/ a better reason as to why they’re fighting each other).

Noctis and his friends would escape their besieged home and, as a 4-man team, would try to actively take down Niflheim singlehandedly by themselves. Et cetera. It doesn't have to be, like, a full story rewrite ofc; it can be a small/short dabble or scene. (And, of course, Ardyn would turn out to be the big bad all along, as with final!FFXV.)

One other note is that while I'd like for smaller details regarding VsXIII – such as William Shakesphere allusions, and for Lucis being reaper-worshipers/lovers of death (and maybe for the kingdom to be more "Mafia-like" as well) – I don't really want any elements directly tying into the Fabula Nova Crystallis mythology in this AU, such as Etro – though it's okay if you ignore that & do what you wish with this prompt.

...I just really liked the story concepts Versus XIII was going for more.

From: (Anonymous)

I would be amused as hell to see Iedolas try to romance Regis. The poor King would hate every second of it...lol

Oh god, imagine Camilla Claustra trying her hand at seducing Regis too. This would end hilariously!

Regis wouldn't want any of it ~~since he's secretly fond of Cor or Clarus~~

From: (Anonymous)

Preferably pre-game so teen Noctis can wank over Gladio's muscles while in Gladio's body.

From: (Anonymous)

This is exactly what I was hoping for when I requested the prompt, one the best A/B/O fics I've ever read!

From: (Anonymous)

Prompto is confident in his subby self, and though Ignis isn't naturally drawn to D/s dynamics, his ability to deduce exactly what Prompto craves is extremely satisfying.

Plenty of dirty talk would be wonderful, as would two contented boys having fun with Ignis' clever mind and fingers.

From: (Anonymous)

Sometimes the prince needs to not be treated as such. Call it stress relief, call it a fetish, call it what you want - nothing feels better than being humiliated and begging for release. (Super bonus points if Ignis hooks a finger into Noct's mouth at some point. <3)

From: (Anonymous)

Be as innocent or dirty as you want, dear filler. Prompto loves flirting and having everyone swoon over him.

From: (Anonymous)

ahhh yes I need this!

From: (Anonymous)

A mini-fill! :)
Ardyn, he is utterly committed to his devotion - I love it! I would be delighted if you wished to make it longer. Extra questions are fine. I've quite a bit of time on my hands, so I can respond rather quickly. ~~Hope I'm not being too greedy.~~ Either way, thank you for taking the time to leave a comment!

From: (Anonymous)

Hi!
I didn’t want to stray too far from the rules. I decided to keep my prompt (to) a reasonable length, so I was intentionally vague with what, if any, affection Prompto could develop/display toward Ardyn. If you wish to fill it, please choose whichever route works best. Extra questions are fine. I've quite a bit of time on my hands, so I can respond rather quickly.

From: (Anonymous)

Thanks for the generous compliment, anon. Glad you liked it :)

From: (Anonymous)

Hello! Confused!non from earlier here. Very well. I like the other anon's idea too. I'll get crackin on this!

From: (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.

From: (Anonymous)

Noct learning to take both his retainers at the same time. Bonus points for body worship / Iggy and Gladio doting on Noct and being gentle and careful with him. Even more bonus points for a bit of praise kink too.

From: (Anonymous)

Ignis very happily cleans up the mess he's made of Noct post fuck, with his mouth.

(Extra points for an over-sensitive Noct who comes again from the ass eating alone!)

From: (Anonymous)

Prompto on his knees, eight his hands tied behind his back sucking his bros' dicks. Bonus points for deep-throating and dirty talking about how all Prompto's good for is face fucking.