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Gladio/Ignis + Ignis Refuses A Proposal
Date: 2017-02-21 03:52 am (UTC)+Visitor tries to win Ignis over with gifts. This just makes Ignis more uncomfortable, as it's an excuse to touch Ignis
++Visitor is like "If you don't want to be my husband than at leaat be my concubine" which Gladio geta offended for Ignis because at this point Ignis is like "I daresay, I'd rather not be likened to a cheap whore."
+++Visitor pushes Ignis in the pond after cornering him and Ignis says no yet again. Gladio teaches him a lesson because no one hurts his boyfriend ever
trans Noctis/any or trans Prompto/any -- very detailed fingering
Date: 2017-02-21 04:03 am (UTC)++ abusing his clit
+++Improper Use Of Detachable Showerheads
Re: trans Noctis/any or trans Prompto/any -- very detailed fingering
Date: 2017-02-21 09:04 am (UTC)Re: trans Noctis/any or trans Prompto/any -- very detailed fingering
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-02-21 09:45 pm (UTC) - ExpandFILL - Gladio/Prompto - Those fingers play me well
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-02-22 07:09 am (UTC) - ExpandOT4 - Fever
Date: 2017-02-21 04:07 am (UTC)Re: OT4 - Fever
Date: 2017-02-24 08:04 am (UTC)Re: OT4 - Fever
From:De-aged Noctis
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Date: 2017-02-21 04:35 am (UTC)Re: OT4 - Fem!Noct
Date: 2017-02-21 05:07 am (UTC)Fem!Noct/Lunafreya/Ravus
Date: 2017-02-21 05:00 am (UTC)Ardyn/Ignis - Noncon and Torture
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-02-22 05:22 pm (UTC) - ExpandGen - AU where Regis gives Noctis is retirement luxury RV instead of his old cool car
Date: 2017-02-21 06:12 am (UTC)It uses so much gas, it's hard to drive and they don't realise it's had the regalia in it's weird storage bay until they're about to set up camp in a shitty area for the night - because the behemoth idiot rv is out of gas again - and they're crawling all through the storage to try and find where Noct through the tent-bag last time.
http://i.imgur.com/X9Rn2gc.png
they probably only find out that the huge door on the back is not to the secret inner workings of the bathroom, because Prompto just pushes every button in the damn thing. Every. Single. Button.
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Date: 2017-02-21 06:13 am (UTC)Hunters. The gunman didn't know what they thought of him these days; an Imperial deserter who once traveled with the prince of Lucis. He didn't speak much and he hardly ate, but he could fix and upgrade their weapons and vehicles with the expertise expected of a Niff.
Prompto's shoulders slumped, but he stepped down from the stairs and took the weapon from the hunter, not missing the way the kid stared at his wrist, eyeing the barcode with some morbid fascination. The soldier didn't keep it covered anymore, but he'd learned that it made people uneasy. Maybe a part of him liked that, however. Maybe a part of him wanted others to be wary. All these years and Prompto hadn't come closer to knowing himself, to knowing how to keep the animal at bay.
“Keep your rice,” he grunted, inspecting the weapon. He passed it between his scarred palms, the burns of the crystal never really healing. “I'll... have this back to you in a few hours.”
“Th-thanks!”
Prompto watched the hunter hurry off and he slung the rifle over his shoulder before heading inside.
He let the screen door shut behind him and set the weapon down to attend to later. First, he helped himself to a shower so that he might wash off the grease and let the warm spray of water ease his ever-weary muscles. Once he was clean, he pulled on some pants and didn't bother much with his hair aside from rubbing it down with a towel. He'd learned not to look in the mirror, unable to come to terms with his own exhausted expression, the red and black circles beneath his eyes. He couldn't stand how sick he looked, how much muscle he seemed to lose every time he got out of bed. As a result, he was growing a little bit of a beard-- Cindy had said it made him look older, more mature.
Prompto flopped down onto the bed, sitting on the edge and looking to the map and scraps of paper he'd tacked up to the wall. He'd been documenting his coverage of the country, of where he might still find supplies for himself, and for the hunters. Maybe... Maybe if he searched every square inch, he'd even find--
The gunman frowned, pressing a hand to his chest as if to ease an ache, fingers brushing up against the painful scar of his heart.
He was fine with dying, he just wished that it didn't have to be alone.
Prompto must have fallen asleep while he worked on the rifle-- it seemed that he spent more time asleep than awake these days. He woke up to the curtain drawn on the bunk, a dull yellow light casting shadows on the fabric. The sound of hushed voices confirmed his sleepy suspicions that he wasn't alone in the caravan.
“...Be sure too--”
“I've got you, babe.”
There was no mistaking who those voices belonged to, but Prompto couldn't piece together why he was hearing them here. With a grunt, the gunman drew back the curtain and slid out of bed. The scene before him was just as bizarre as it was endearing and... right.
Ignis sat up on the counter beside the sink while Gladio, holding his chin with carefulness one might have not expected from someone such as he. His other hand pulled a razor across the smooth skin of the seated man's jaw, shaving off the fine hair that had grown in.
“Uh. Heya,” Prompto greeted weakly, rubbing at his eyes to make sure they weren't still laden with sleep.
“Good morning, Prompto.” Ignis opened his good eye, the clouded iris unseeing and certainly not focused on anything in particular. “I hope you don't mind... this.”
“Iggy couldn't stand not looking his best for his Majesty,” Gladio grunted, laughing as he wet a towel with warm water from the sink. After wringing it out, he gently dabbed Ignis' freshly-shaved face and throat.
“Gladio!” The adviser hissed at the mention of Noctis and the Shield immediately realized his error and pulled away, tossing the towel aside and glancing to Prompto.
Prompto might have laughed had he not been more focused on the words. On Gladio's regrettable expression and Ignis' sharp features. His Majesty? The King? Noctis? Where? He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. He stared at his former companions, mouth agape.
Sensing the silence had gone on too long, Ignis spoke up as he slid from the counter and back onto his feet. “We've received word from Talcott,” he explained, fixing the sleeves on his dress shirt and then smoothing out the soft material. “There is a chance that it isn't him, Prompto. So please, do not get yourself too excited. We didn't want to disappoint you should the information be inaccurate.”
“My bad,” Gladio said with a shrug. “But you're the one who decided to make the trek here, Iggy so it's gotta be good intel. We came down as soon as we heard, after saying good-bye to Cid and Iris, of course.”
“Yes, well there was still no cause to be brash, darling.”
Gladio and Ignis' bickering faded into the background while Prompto stood there, useless and half-dressed. Noctis. Noctis... The name almost sounded foreign as it rang through the confines of his skull, rattled in his chest and kicking his heart back into a reluctant, but steady rhythm.
Please... Please let this be real.
“...a little skinnier.”
“Huh?”
Gladio was holding Prompto's wrist, lifting his arm slightly. His touch was again, surprisingly gentle and his lips were pursed tight with concern. He and Ignis swam back into existence and both of them regarded him with unbridled worry.
“Have you been keeping track of your injections,” Ignis asked. After all, he was the one who first suggested Prompto keep a schedule. Each time he took a dose, Prompto had been trying to extend the time between the next. He needed what little he had left to last.
“Y-yeah,” Prompto breathed, feeling a little invaded, but knowing he couldn't blame the two of them. They were the parents he never had, and now he had left them without even saying a word. His cheeks burned, and Gladio released him, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder instead. “Get dressed, kid. We've got a potential meeting with the king.”
“Yeah,” he repeated, dazed.
Ignis and Gladio left the trailer so that Prompto could dress and clean himself up. Unlike Ignis, he didn't bother shaving, but he did pull on a shirt and jacket before pausing to comb his fingers through his hair. Before he stepped outside, Prompto reached for his pistols and holster, bringing them outside with him along with the rifle he'd finished up for the hunter.
“Ready,” he called, setting the rifle down against the side of the caravan for the kid to pick up and nodding to his friends. The three of them together was just as surreal as the idea of seeing Noctis again after ten long, dark years that he really didn't feel much of anything. Still, something warm fluttered inside the cavity of his chest when Gladio slung an arm around him and Ignis offered a friendly pat to his shoulder.
“It's good to have you with us,” he said quietly.
The three walked across the asphalt as the distant sound of an engine cut through the dark. The two hunters guarding the gate both exchanged looks as one referred to his buzzing radio. As it pulled into view, Prompto recognized it as Talcott's truck. Watching the vehicle enter the station and the gate clamour closed behind it was agonizing. He needed to know, right now who – if anyone – Talcott had found alone in the dark.
The passenger door flung open and Umbra hopped out first, turning tail and barking at the passenger, tail wagging happily.
A figure dressed in black followed, and Prompto's heart was in his throat.
“Guys...”
Noctis' voice sounded gravelly and different, but there was no mistaking it. Ten years had made his fatigues look out of place on his body, too immature for his now rugged features and unruly midnight hair.
Soon, they were all pressed impossibly close, the three of them all somehow managing to get their arms around the king in a very unceremonious embrace that was ten years too late.
“Took you long enough,” Gladio teased, while Ignis hid tears behind one hand.
“Ignis. Gladio. Talcott told me all about what you guys have been up to. I... I'm grateful.” Noctis knew he shouldn't have expected anything less from his retainers. Even while he was gone they'd put their talents towards serving their country and its people.
“Of course, Majesty,” Ignis spoke, though his words were stunted; embarrassed to cry.
By now, Prompto had stepped back, comfortable in his silence and suddenly mortified by the sight of Noctis, here in the flesh. Unlike Ignis and Gladio, he'd done nothing. He'd holed up at the garage and pretended to be okay, he'd wanted to, Gods he did, but all he could manage was to barely scrape by-- to stay alive. He couldn't tell Noctis that, not without divulging his secret. If Noctis knew he was sick, he wouldn't concentrate on his duties as King, as the one who would bring the light. It was the reason he hadn't told them all those years ago in the barracks at the keep. Now Ignis and Gladio knew, but they wouldn't dare let it slip.
“Prompto.”
Everything had sped up when Noctis said his name. Gladio and Ignis looked on as the prince approached the former soldier. He took Prompto's slender wrist in one hand and tugged him close. The gunman looked up, blue eyes wide and searching Noctis' steely gaze while the king held his chin between his fingers and thumb.
“Noct,” he choked. There was so much he wanted to say, but it came out in a mess of tears. He cried the same way he had on the night the crystal had swallowed up the King. He dragged ten years of agonizing waiting to the surface, letting it bubble and boil over. He held Noctis' face in his shaking hands and focused on the King's misty eyes, the slight quiver in his lip.
“Please don't leave me again,” he begged between tears. It hurt to draw breath, but he didn't care anymore. He could die right here and be perfectly fine with it. Let the scourge take him, let him drop dead, become a daemon, lose his mind. It was selfish, but for once Prompto wanted to be. Did he not deserve something for himself?
“I love you, so... I'll follow you a-anywhere, okay? Noct, I'm yours. Don't leave again.” He sniffed, then mashed their lips together in a desperate kiss. He fit himself easily against Noctis just as he was supposed to. He shook with fear, excitement, sorrow, joy, and need as Noct's hands slid to the small of his back.
While Noctis didn't promise anything, he did break their kiss with a sad sort of smile, only to lean back in and offer a much more tender, loving gesture. They kissed again and then Noctis' wiped at Prompto's tears, one arm still around his waist and his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I'm here right now,” he promised.
Once they had all calmed down, they headed back to the garage. The hunters, Takka, and Cindy all welcomed back the King and insisted that the four of them eat. The entire time, Prompto's leg jiggled beneath the table with obvious anxiousness. He hardly ate, and the only thing keeping him from floating away was Noctis' hand settled on the curve of his hip.
It was decided then that they'd rest before heading out. The four of them knew what needed to be done. It would take a few hours for them to make it to Insomnia from here and the daemons they'd encounter on the way would not make the trek easy. The plan was to set up camp somewhere near the city before heading in, to make sure that they were all fully prepared for whatever Ardyn had waiting in the darkness.
Ignis and Gladio had taken Prompto's caravan and Cindy had offered the room she used at the back of the garage to he and Noctis.
“Now that the King's here, I think I can take the trip up to Lestallum and see Paw Paw,” she said. “Talcott's bright enough to hold down the fort an' you... yer gonna be just fine, sweetheart.”
She'd leaned in then, kissing Prompto on the cheek. Before she could turn away, Prompto grabbed her hand and smiled, honestly. “Cindy. Thank you. I would've given up a long time ago if you hadn't stuck around.”
Shaking her head, the mechanic simply tipped her cap before climbing up into the truck, it's bright yellow paint job a beacon in the dark. From inside the great contraption, Prompto couldn't see the glimmer of tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. “You take care now,” she said, revving the engine and leaning out the open window. “Bring back the sun, y'hear?”
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Date: 2017-02-21 06:14 am (UTC)When Prompto opened the door to Cindy's room, Noctis was already there. He'd made use of the shower and scrubbed away the grime from his aged features. His long hair was still a damp, touching his bare shoulders and parted in the middle so that it framed his face. Prompto still couldn't believe it was him. Noctis. The King in the flesh.
“Hey,” he said, reaching out. His voice was deeper, but still laced with the same easiness he'd always carried himself with. “C'mere.”
Prompto obeyed, closing the door behind him and standing in front of Noctis. The king let his knees fall apart and he tugged the gunman between them; closer.
“You look different,” the King continued, steely gaze doing an obvious up and down. Whether he liked what he saw or not, Prompto didn't know.
“Ten years will do that to you.”
Prompto felt weak. He sank to the floor in front of Noctis and shamelessly rest his head on the King's thigh, cheek nuzzling into his bare skin. “I might cry again,” he admitted, closing his eyes.
“Don't,” Noctis said like it was nothing, but his tone was soothing and he ran his fingers through Prompto's soft, obviously washed hair. “Ignis and Gladio are worried about you. They told me you left them back in Lestallum and...” Noctis let his hand slide down. He touched a finger to the little scruff of blond goatee on Prompto's chin. “In ten years this is the best you can do.”
The soldier's weariness faded and he swatted Noctis' hand away, frowning as the king began to laugh. “You're... still such an asshole and now I can't even do anything about it because you're the king.” He sighed, opening his wide blue eyes and pinning Noctis under a pleading gaze. “Oh, your most gracious majesty, please don't have me executed for inadequate facial hair.”
The two of them shared a laugh and the sound rang out warm. There was hardly reason to laugh anymore, but now that they were together, there was a chance that things could go back to how they were. Dawn was within their grasp... The hope inspired by Noctis' presence wore off some of the fatigue, and Prompto managed to clamber up his body, settling in his lap and taking in the scent of his freshly washed skin.
“But really,” Noctis breathed, cupping the back of Prompto's head to keep him close as their lips brushed together. “I'm worried.”
“Everyone's tired,” Prompto deflected, closing the distance between them. There was a rumble in his throat as he nipped at Noctis' lip. He wanted, once more to leave a mark, a lasting impression that he had once been here and he had once betrayed his homeland to serve the King of Lucis.
The King could have pressed on, but instead he let his hands fall to Prompto's hips, unable to ignore the stirring in his guts. Ten years he'd gone without so much as the presence of another human being. He'd been alone inside the crystal as he recounted the events of his life; all of his choices, losses, and gains. Noctis had learned what it'd meant to be The King, and after wanting so desperately to fight the destiny he'd been given, he'd come to accept it sometime during his ten year reflection.
Everyone had given up everything for him. The crownsguard, his father, Gladio and his family, Ignis, Luna... Prompto.
He was at peace with the notion of repaying them. His life for the lives of many. Noctis was content to let fate take him, but that didn't mean he still couldn't indulge what was still being given.
Huffing as Prompto's teeth sank into his lip, Noctis pushed back by squeezing his hips, arranging the boy's lithe body so that he could carefully unclip the holsters from his belt. “Won't need these,” he chuckled as he set the weapons on the ground. Then, he worked on Prompto's belt.
“Take your shirt off,” Noctis exhaled, pushing the offending fabric up his midriff and then backing off so that Prompto could comply. He smiled at the sight, but something had his pause. Nestled beneath the curve of his pelvis, a little crescent moon stood out in stark black ink.
“You got a tattoo.”
“Oh. Uh. Yeah.” Prompto replied, flustered. His freckled cheeks grew warm and pink, as he watched Noctis thumb the ink skin.
“The hunters are really into tattoos. I... I didn't want to forget what you and Luna have done for me. I wanted...” He paused, humming as if he wasn't sure how to continue, or perhaps embarrassed to. Noctis watched his expression with the patience of a saint, thumb tracing over the lines on Prompto's skin.
“I chose it,” he said quietly, a twitch in his features as he resisted the urge to worry at his wrist. It meant something to him, making the conscious decision to mark himself, to claim some sort of stake on a body that was never truly his own.
“I like it,” Noctis supplied, nodding. The two of them shared another kiss, and then he was back at working on getting Prompto out of his clothes. Once they were both naked, he pulled Prompto back into his lap and deepened their kisses, hands seeking out every inch of warm, freckled skin, its smoothness occasionally disrupted by old wounds and fresh scars. Eventually, he came up for air and replaced his lips with his fingers, groaning in approval as Prompto pushed them past his lips with one hand clutching his wrist.
“Gods,” he breathed, not above using the Six's names in vain if it mean complimenting Prompto. “Look at you.”
Eyes half-lidded and hazy blue, Prompto kept his gaze on Noctis the almost the entire time he sucked and licked at his probing fingers, but the part that got to the king the most was when the gunman closed his eyes and moaned, body shuddering atop of Noctis as if tasting his fingers was the most exceptional feeling in the world.
Arousal pooled inside of him, and the King had to pull his fingers away, especially when Prompto leaned in to make chase, licking at the calloused pads like a starving animal, chin slicked with drool.
“Noct.” His name sighed out so desperately was lyrical, ethereal. He might have been the king, but he'd bend his iron will to anything for Prompto in this moment. Perhaps a little too enthusiastically, he let his hand slide down, massaging the soft flesh of the gunman's backside, warming him up before sliding one finger inside. “I hear you,” he agreed, huffing out a breath in attempt to blow some of his hair from his face, but sweat and heat has stuck the insufferable strands to his skin.
The rock of Prompto's hips was sinful, he gripped Noctis' shoulders and touched their foreheads together, breath hot against Noct's skin. It wasn't long before he'd added a second finger, feeling the stretch, and then a third. Once or twice he curled his fingers, delighting in the way the gunman shuddered, steady pace becoming unsure as he swooned. They went on like this until Prompto was keening, whimpering and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Noctis' earlobe in a last, desperate attempt for more.
“I... Ahh... A-as if ten years wasn't lo...long enough,” Prompto complained, gathering enough composure to slap Noctis' arm. “Fffuck me, Noct.”
“Bossy,” Noctis growled, but the boy had a point, and the King was definitely having a hard time keeping it together with the way Prompto was writhing atop him, all tight and hot. Still, he had to remind himself that this was it, this here was all they had. The darkness wasn't going anywhere, so the King would take his time, he would etch this memory so deeply into his skin that even his death couldn't take it.
Prompto's weight loss became even more apparent as Noctis lift him off his lap and eased him down onto the bed. He crawled over him, pinning his arms to the pillow above his head by his wrists, cool gaze narrowed at the sight of his scarred palms. He wouldn't ruin the moment by asking, but the flames licking in his gut at the idea of something marking Prompto like that were difficult to push aside. Instead, he used it as fuel. One hand moved to his cock, grunting as he pumped himself and slicked the length of it with precome.
At the blond's behest, he pushed inside, easing in until he was completely sheathed. Prompto was still so tight, so hot and familiar that Noctis fell forward. Palm pressed to the pillow, he shook as he leaned down to capture the boy's lips in another bruising kiss. Their tongues twined and Prompto met him with a growl, teeth gnashing at his lip before he could pull away.
With a grunt, Noctis grabbed Prompto's hip and pulled back, thrusting in hard and then repeating the action. At first, he worried about being too rough, but he could hardly contain what had piled up these ten long years, and Prompto... Prompto took it without complaint, mewling and writhing like a contented animal, an appeased deity that demanded everything of Noctis.
Prompto still groaned, even after he was spent. Noctis had pulled out and was smoothing down his hair, touching his feverish cheeks and kissing the creases away from his brow. If the king didn't know better, he would think the boy was in pain, what with the way his chest was heaving, rising and falling with short, greedy breaths.
“Prompto,” he called softly, the worry creeping up his spine. “Prompto, talk to me.”
The soldier snarled, body twitching once before his hands shot up and grabbed Noctis by the hair. His eyes flew open, black bleeding from the iris and obscuring the whites. He captured the King in a bruising kiss, moaning out like a man starved, one leg wrapping around his waist to keep him there.
He kissed Noctis heatedly, all teeth and tongue as he drank from the king; sated some unholy hunger that had taken hold of him. Noct could scarcely breathe, but he tangled his fingers ruthlessly in Prompto's hair and tugged, yanking his head back and forcing them apart. He let Prompto writhe and snap, his spine arching while Noctis sank his teeth into his neck. He bit down for as long as he needed to, feeling fingernails claw at his back, letting his own panic subside until he felt the corded muscle in Prompto's throat go slack.
A whimper, and the gunman lay still, save for his quiet breathing.
Noctis frowned, took a minute to gather himself and pressed an apologetic kiss to the teeth marks on Prompto's throat.
“Noct,” he wailed weakly. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm... not good anymore. I'm-- It's the night, it's the scourge. It hurts so much. Ardyn did something to me back then.”
“Shh,” the king soothed, shaking his head and moving up to kiss Prompto's lips. Something there tasted strange, almost acidic, but Noctis didn't let it show. “You're fine. You're perfect...”
Guilt tore at Noctis now as he smoothed Prompto's damp hair and moved to lie beside him; what would happen to Prompto once he was gone? Would the scourge take him...? would he become whatever they'd both just witnessed, or would his body give out trying to sustain it? Either way, Noctis wasn't going to be able to be here for him.
But maybe... Maybe the day would cure him. Maybe Noct's sacrifice was just what Prompto needed?
“Once I bring back the sun,” he assured, moving closer and tangling himself up with Prompto. He kissed him slowly, tasting all the good and the bad. “It'll go away. The Scourge, the dark.”
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-02-21 02:20 pm (UTC) - ExpandOT4, Any Chocobro/Any Chocobro, Card Game (Optional voyeurism?)
Date: 2017-02-21 09:29 am (UTC)+ Prompto wins for the first time ever, but realizes he didn't actually pick somebody to sleep with and agonizes over the decision.
+ Optional rule: winner always tops (or tops from the bottom).
+ Ignis wins and uses it as an opportunity to be a little selfish and indulge himself with one of the others.
+ The two who lose the card game get off on watching the winners.
Promptis Body Worship - Prompto is still fat
Date: 2017-02-21 09:34 am (UTC)Re: Promptis Body Worship - Prompto is still fat
Date: 2017-02-22 11:35 pm (UTC)Second
GladNoct - Size Kink
Date: 2017-02-21 10:45 am (UTC)Re: GladNoct - Size Kink
Date: 2017-02-27 04:35 pm (UTC)Luna/Nyx + Noctis, Noctis is an uncle
Date: 2017-02-21 11:28 am (UTC)i just. want. more lunyx. and more interactions with noct. please oh please.
i'm also open to promtis and gladnis. give me hope in a time of darkness. and a reason for noct to survive so he can help raise this little ray of sunlight.
Ravus/Iris - a pure and gentle re-branding of a handsome trashboy.
Date: 2017-02-21 11:40 am (UTC)100% totally in love, 100% totally pure and lovely loveboirds. Au where like only 30% of the dumb shit happens and I don't care I just want Iris and her big grumpy bf that her brother only doesn't hit because Luna made him promise not to.
Let's Just Pretend that Iris is at least 18 bc I'm just, that's how it's gotta be if they bone, buds.
+ Handholding.
+ Oh no! They've both gotten each other the same bouquet flowers.
+ She Encourages him (and holds his hand) while he apologizes to Regis and gets a Dad Hug.
+ Ravus' mom fuckin' loves her so much. (everyone's happy no one dies ever and destiny is my fucking bitch au)
nfsw encouraged, tbh.
Prompto/Any - PTSD
Date: 2017-02-21 12:32 pm (UTC)With his best friend out of the picture and the world gone to shit, he feels like he has no one to turn to. Cue any of the remaining Chocobros (could be one of them, could be both- I leave that up to the filler) noticing and comforting him. Maybe even sleeping next to him and holding him to try and help him with his nightmares.
Re: Prompto/Any - PTSD
Date: 2017-02-21 02:59 pm (UTC)Re: Prompto/Any - PTSD
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-02-21 03:14 pm (UTC) - ExpandIgnis + Noctis Platonic Cuddling
Date: 2017-02-21 12:43 pm (UTC)Can take place any time during canon. Bonus points if Ignis/Gladio and Noctis/Prompto are in romantic relationships and somehow have to fit the cuddling in around them.
Would prefer this not edge into romantic IgNoct territory, though gen is fine!
Re: Ignis + Noctis Platonic Cuddling
Date: 2017-02-21 05:21 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis + Noctis Platonic Cuddling
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-02-21 09:02 pm (UTC) - ExpandNoctis (or Ignis)/Prompto Choco-play
Date: 2017-02-21 03:13 pm (UTC)Ignis - Dimplomatic Incident
Date: 2017-02-21 03:33 pm (UTC)Teen-Ignis met an older (mid-30's) ambassador from Tenebrae or Accordo and they hit it off (platonically) and decide to become pen-pals. They have a great time, getting to know each other, use each other as sounding boards for personal issues and policies they're thinking of introducing, etc.
Except Ignis never told anyone he was having prolonged contact with a foreign power, and when the ambassador's letters are found there's a massive backlash. The ambassador's people think he's being manipulated by the Lucian government, and his wife thinks he's having an affair with 'some Lucian twink'
Re: Ignis - Dimplomatic Incident
Date: 2017-02-21 03:34 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis - Dimplomatic Incident
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-02-21 09:09 pm (UTC) - ExpandRe: Ignis - Dimplomatic Incident
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-02-23 12:06 am (UTC) - ExpandLuna/Noct - wedding goes forward as planned
Date: 2017-02-21 03:46 pm (UTC)Sort of a subversion of some stuff I've read in fics where they get married where Noct is naive-hopeful about the marriage but Luna is super cold toward him.
(imo, Luna's all about going quietly into the night towards her duty, but to me Noctis didn't seem enthused about the marriage. At all).
Re: Luna/Noct - wedding goes forward as planned
Date: 2017-02-21 04:21 pm (UTC)Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/Ignis - Cock worship
Date: 2017-02-21 04:31 pm (UTC)You own my entire ass if you get Ardyn's face messy and make him swallow. <3
Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/Ignis - Cock worship
Date: 2017-02-22 01:03 am (UTC)Hmmmmm......I've never owned an ass before, I suppose there's a first for everything.
Chocobros OT4 - Cuddling anxious Noct
Date: 2017-02-21 06:05 pm (UTC)Each of the bros have their own way of cuddling with him & making him feel better. ie: Prompto tells him funny stories, Ignis lets him lay on him while he pets his hair, Gladio is a big stuffed animal & lets Noct squeeze him etc...
they can all do the cuddlin' at once or they can do it separately. Just want some fluff of them being nice to each other ;v;
Gladio/Ignis + Ignis Refusing Gifts/Being Harassed
Date: 2017-02-21 07:10 pm (UTC)+One in particular is extremely touchy. He gives Ignis gifts that he puts on Ignis himself, in extremely intimate ways
++Gladio notices Ignis always throws away the gifts and the suitor gets mad when Ignis does this
+++No one believes Ignis when he says he doesn't like this man, or that he touches him inappropriately until Noctis and Prompto point it out to Gladio while they're training and they see Ignis from across the grounds
Re: Gladio/Ignis + Ignis Refusing Gifts/Being Harassed
Date: 2017-02-27 04:38 am (UTC)Noctis/Prompto - Tickling, Watersports
Date: 2017-02-21 07:46 pm (UTC)I'm into Prompto being really embarrassed by it, but Noct is a loving (and horny? XD) caretaker and soothes him afterward.
Any/Any or Gen Role Swap AU
Date: 2017-02-21 07:49 pm (UTC)In the hopes of encouraging multiple fills here are some ideas:
Prompto is the prince, not Noctis (and Noctis is the MT from Nifleheim)
Gladio and Iris switch places with Luna and Ravus
Noctis takes Ardyn's place and Ardyn is the chosen king
Stuff like that! I have no pairing preferences, and if you want to include smut I don't mind at all, but I'm more looking for story differences here. Have fun! (I would be happy with short or lengthy fills!)
Re: Any/Any or Gen Role Swap AU
Date: 2017-02-22 12:21 am (UTC)Gladio/Ignis, Modern Waiter/Diner AU
Date: 2017-02-21 07:57 pm (UTC)Cindy, one of the waitresses, likes to hang out at their table during her break and tells the boys that the hot waiter Gladio is crushing on is the new guy, Ignis
Gladio is amused then totally embarassed when Noctis and Prompto decide to tell the guy that Gladio may or may not like him, and we all know that Prompto is totally not subtle
Everyone who works at the diner has a bet going on about when the two will just ask each other out already!