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Chocobros, titles

[(Anonymous)]

Just something dealing with the titles the bros have. Noctis is obviously 'prince' (maybe even 'your highness'?) but Gladio, while being a bodyguard, is still connected to the king's line. Is he Lord Gladiolus? Does Ignis have any titles? Does Prompto get a title from becoming part of the quest?

+bonus for happy au ending
++OT4
+++do their titles change once they become romantically entangled with the king?

FILL: Chocobros, titles (1 of 2)

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto wakes in slow stages from a dream of chocobo chicks and behemoths and groggily brushes away at the feathers smothering his face until he figures out it’s just Noctis’ hair. Trying to pull himself up so he can breath again leads to the further realisation that there really isn’t a behemoth trying to brood the chicks after all - it’s just Gladio sprawled out on top of him, all 260lbs of him.

The storm from his dream seems real enough, though. There’s a loud rattle of rain against the windows and the rumble of thunder in the distance. Prompto closes his eyes and tries to sink back to sleep, but Gladio and Noctis just crowd him in closer and there’s a bony lump digging into his back that’s probably Ignis’ knee.

Back before anything had actually happened Prompto used to worry he’d freak the others out when they found out what clingy sleeper he was. It was hard enough to try and keep himself from touching them all the time while he was awake. While he was asleep and at the mercy of his subconscious, well . . .

And then it had turned out he was worried for nothing because they were all embarrassingly clingy sleepers. Whenever the four of them slept together in the same bed it was like it was the gods-damned All-Insomnia Sleep-Cuddler Contest, Gold Medal Round.

Prompto rolls his eyes at his past self as he tries to wiggle free without waking the others. Luckily he can do this mostly by ruthlessly shoving Noctis aside, Noctis just grumbling softly before snuggling into the warm spot Prompto left behind.

Noctis’ battered and much-abused alarm-clock tells Prompto it’s much later in the morning than he thought, nearly 7, the storm’s just making the sky look a lot darker.

He sits at the foot of the bed and considers his options. His morning wood’s feeling pretty insistent and a Noctis getting gently fucked awake is one of the most beautiful sights in Lucis. Then a soft sigh from behind him draws his attention and he turns his head to watch Ignis curl in closer against Noctis, Gladio shifting his arm to cover them both, and suddenly he’s got an even better idea.

Prompto pads into the kitchen and cracks a yawn as he opens the fridge and rummages around. There’s a covered jug full of egg-whites, left-over from Ignis’ baking-spree yesterday, half an onion, a neglected-looking package of spinach and some odds and ends of ham and cheese.

He’s not a fraction of the chef Ignis is but Prompto’s had to learn to cook for himself at home and he thinks he does a decent egg-white omelette. And, hey, it’s pretty much never that Ignis gets to sleep-in.

He hums the Kenny Crow jingle to himself as he gets out the frying-pan.

Prompto cooks for himself first, making his with spinach and enough chili flakes to kill a wyvern, and then starts in on washing last night’s dishes. He’s almost done when Ignis shuffles into the kitchen, just before 8, and Prompto can’t help grinning because half-asleep Ignis, with his soft eyes and his disheveled hair, is a rare and precious sight.

“Morning, Iggy,” Prompto says, drying his hands and putting a clean coffee-cup on the counter, “How do you want your omelette?”

Ignis takes the cup mutely and gives him a kiss on the cheek, then shuffles over to the gleaming silver coffee machine. Prompto waits patiently and goes back to washing the last few plates. It’s only once Ignis is half-way through his second cup that he blinks and looks up, “I’m sorry, Prompto, I believe I may have missed a question?”

“I’m making omelettes, would you like one?” Prompto says and the smile Ignis rewards him with was worth waiting for.

“Ham and cheese would be lovely, thank you,” Ignis says.

“No veg?” Prompto asks, surprised.

“Gods, no, not in an omelette,” Ignis says with a shudder, pouring himself a third cup of coffee, “Besides, I’m sure any evidence against me will be consumed long before Noctis wakes up.”

Prompto laughs and turns the stove back on, “Yeah, good point.”

By the time the omelette is cooked Ignis has already colonised the table with an assortment of files and notepads and one extremely impressive-looking book covered in tooled and gilded leather.

Prompto sets the plate down in the one clear spot he can find and then sits down next to him and nudges Ignis’ leg with his foot, “Hey, Iggy, you know it’s okay to take a break once in awhile, right?”

Ignis chuckles and sets aside his notebook, “It’s not actually work, but I suppose I should take a break for breakfast anyway. “

Prompto holds his breath as Ignis takes the first bite of his omelette and the appreciative noise Ignis makes makes something warm blossom in his heart, “It’s okay, right?”

“Prompto, it is absolutely delicious,” Ignis says, taking another bite.

Prompto blushes, flustered, and tries to change the subject, “So, what are you working on that’s not actually work?”

“Family records, mostly,” Ignis says between bites, “My second-cousin-twice-removed has just announced a late-in-life pregnancy and as the Earldom of Scientia descends by agnatic primogeniture and because my third-cousin-once-removed is an absolute idiot it falls to me to explain why this new child would bump him from third to fourth in line.”

“Um,” Prompto says.

“I’d leave my uncle to do it but I’m afraid he just may haul-off and punch the man. Honestly,” Ignis shakes his head, “It’s not that hard to understand the difference between agnatic and absolute primogeniture.”

“Is it?” Prompto blurts out, then coughs, “I mean, yeah, completely agree.”

Ignis glances at him, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, and Prompto gasps and punches him in the shoulder, “You asshole, you totally did that on purpose!”

“Only a little,” Ignis chuckles, “In my defense it is genuinely what I’m working on right now . . . but I will admit it does get a little convoluted.”

“Convoluted?” Prompto huffs, “I didn’t even know you had an Earldom, I thought you family were Counts.”

“We do,” Ignis says, “but the titles are equal in rank and the second holder of the title was female and there’s no such thing as an Earlless. The 2nd Countess of Scientia was succeeded by her daughter and then her granddaughter and when her great-grandson took his position as a mark of respect to his . . . I’ve lost you, haven’t I?”

Prompto shakes his head hurriedly, “No, no, I . . . this is really interesting, the whole nobility thing. I’ve been thinking I should learn more about it!”

Then he replays the words he just said in his head and winces.

“Really now,” Ignis says, mouth twitching again, “Well, luckily for you I’m just the man to help with that. Any pressing questions you have that I might answer?”

Prompto flounders for a few moments before it occurs to him that wait, yes, yes he does have questions. He actually has a lot of questions, “Well, okay, so . . . you’re your uncle’s heir, right?”

“Yes,” Ignis says, between mouthfuls of omelette.

“So why don’t you have a title?” Prompto asks, “Cause I kind of remember back when your grandmother was alive the news used to call your Uncle . . . Baron Stupid? Something like that? I kinda assumed it was just a weird noble thing that’d make more sense in context.”

“Baron Stupio,” Ignis corrects, covering his laugh with a cough, “It’s the courtesy title my family uses for the heir but I’m only what’s called a ‘heir presumptive’, it means I can be displaced from succession. If my uncle were to have a child they’d become what’s called a ‘heir apparent’ and only a heir apparent should use a courtesy title.”

“Ignis,” Prompto says, “Your uncle is 65 and owns seven cats, he’s not going to have any kids.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m worried about my prospects specifically but in theory it could still happen,” Ignis says, taking a sip of coffee, “Though I admit I’m not exactly crushed to not be Baron Stupio.”

Prompto snorts, “Yeah right, I’m sure you’re really secretly heart-broken.”

“Alas, utterly bereft,” Ignis says dryly.

The lapse into silence again, Ignis eating the omelette with every sign of appreciation and Prompto just sitting next to him, quietly thrilled. It’s all so warm and cozy and the wet grey skies outside only make it better.

Ignis picks up his coffee cup to take a sip and looks at him, “Was that your only question?”

“Um, no,” Prompto says, blushing again, “I . . . I may have a few more.”

“Then ask away,” Ignis smiles.

Prompto ducks his head down and tries to get his thoughts in order, “Yeah, actually, so . . . Gladio?”

Ignis swallows another forkful of egg and ham before he answers, “You’re going to have to be somewhat more specific, I’m afraid.”

“I mean,” Prompto waves his hand about as he tries to figure out how to phrase this, “Glaido’s actually, like, SUPER-noble, right?”

Ignis actually does laugh this time, “If you mean to say he’s high-ranked, yes. As heir to the King’s Shield only his father and the royal family themselves out-rank him.”

“But . . . he doesn’t have a title either?”

Ignis’ smile takes on an edge, “Well, formally he’s addressed as Lord Gladiolus . . . but I don’t recommend doing on a regular basis unless you to want be bench-pressed.”

“Er, yeah, I’ll keep that in mind,” Prompto says, filing it away for reference while trying not to blush even more. He actually kind of likes getting manhandled by Gladio, “How come he’s not called Prince’s Shield or something like that?”

“Technically Gladio protects Noctis as an expression of his loyalty to the King, not to Noct.” Ignis says, “Or at least, that’s how it’s supposed to work.”

“Huh,” Prompto says, turning it over in his head. He’s never really worried about where Gladio’s loyalties lay but now that he tries to think it through all he’s getting is the mental image of Gladio running out of a burning building with Noctis tucked under one arm and Ignis slung over his shoulder. Then he imagines the indignant look that Ignis would have on his face and he bursts out laughing.

“What?” Ignis asks, but it’s not really a question. He’s too used to Prompto by now.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s nothing,” Prompto says, “Man, look at me. I make you food then I keep interrupting you while you’re trying to eat it.”

“Not at all,” Ignis says, “it tastes all the better for your company.”

Prompto grins and slumps a little in his chair, enough so that he has the excuse to nudge his leg against Ignis’, and watches the storm pour down outside as Ignis finishes off the last of the omelette.

Weather this violent is rare in Insomnia, the New Wall dampens all but the strongest storms. It brings Prompto back to fuzzy, half-forgotten memories of when he was very small, staring out of a window at a world of bitter white cold. It’s not a happy memory and he tries to jolt it out of his mind, casting about for a distraction, “So, um. Gladio’s title?”

“Yes?” Ignis says, putting his fork down on an empty plate.

Prompto tries to get the thought in order, “Actually, I guess I mean his dad’s title? It’s not Baron Clarus or Earl Clarus or anything, it’s just ‘King’s Shield’, right? Or is he a Grand Duke or something like that and I missed it?”

“No,” Ignis shakes his head, “by tradition the King’s Shield may never hold a fiefdom. A fief is something you have responsibilities to, something you have to protect, and that would only conflict with their responsibilities to protect the King.”

“Kind of sensing a theme here.” Prompto says, frowning, but this isn’t a conversation he wants Gladio to walk in on so he quickly changes the subject, “Well, at least Noct’s simple. It’s just Your Highness, right?”

“Actually,” Ignis says and Prompto groans theatrically because he knows that smirk, “Noct’s full title is His Royal Highness The Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, Star of Lucis, Duke of Cauthess, Duke of Alstor, Marquess of Ravatogh, Earl of Kelbass, Baron Caem, Baron Galdin, Lord of Angelgard, Most Royal Knight of the Noble Order of the Crownsguard.”

Prompto stares at him for a second and then says, flatly, “You’re shitting me.”

“Absolutely not,” Ignis says, picking up his coffee mug to take the smuggest sip Prompto’s ever seen.

“How does he even remember that all?” Prompto asks, “Wait, does he remember that all?”

“Amazingly, yes, he does.” Ignis says, “he told me once it was like memorising a street address. And before you ask, no, it’s too early in the morning for me to remember what his full title will be when he’s King.”

“Hah! For once, I’ll believe that,” Prompto laughs, “Wait, so what’s Luna’s?”

Ignis pauses with his cup halfway to his lips, then gives a soft sigh, “ . . . of the top of my head? I believe her full title is Her Most Royal Highness, The Royal Lady Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Lady of the Sacred Grove of Fenestala, Princess of Tenebrae, Daughter of Eos, Servant of the Trident, Voice of the Hexatheon, by the Blessings of the Six, Oracle. In a better world she’d be addressed as Her Most Gracious Majesty but the Crown of Tenebrae’s somewhat in abeyance right now.”

Prompto winces at himself as the mood turns dour again, way to go, self! But before he can latch onto another topic Ignis beats him there.

“You could be Sir Prompto, you know, if you joined the Crownsguard.”

“Hah, seriously?” Prompto laughs, “You know that’s never going to happen, Iggy, you’ve seen me fight.”

“Gladio says you’re getting better,” Ignis says softly, almost cautiously, “he’s got faith in you.”

It’s a long-running discussion, not quite an argument, not yet. Prompto doesn’t want to join the Crownsguard, he’s not a good fighter and he hates killing anything, even just bugs. He wants his future to be behind his camera, he wants to be a photojournalist and travel the world.

But Prompto’s the only one who’s got the freedom to make a choice. Noctis and Gladio and Ignis, they’ve all had their lives planned for them since they were born, and if Prompto leaves Insomnia it’ll be without them.

He knows, already, what choice he’s going to make, it’s just that he’s not ready to make it yet.

“Oh hey, you’re out of coffee. Let me get that,” he says brightly, trying to change the subject again as he snags the empty cup from Ignis.

It’s only when he gets to the coffee machine that Prompto remembers, oh yeah, Ignis is the only one who knows how to use the damn thing. It’s the only machine Prompto’s never really gotten along with and he’s actually a little terrified of it.

His finger hovers over a button he thinks might be the one that makes the coffee happen and then there’s a solid warmth at his back as Ignis reaches past him to press a completely different button.

“That was the buttom for the steamer, by the way,” Ignis says, breath stirring the hairs on the back of Prompto’s neck. The hand currently not punching in a complicated sequence into the machine curls around Prompto’s middle, pulling him tight against Ignis’ chest.

“Can’t I just be, I don’t know, Noct’s Royal Mistress? Is there a title for that?” Prompto says with a sigh, leaning back against Ignis.

Ignis huffs a laugh, “Mistress is the female title. You’d be the Royal Favourite.”

“Wait, really?” Prompto twists around to look up at him, “. . . because I think I like the sound of that.”

“Personally I’d find it bloody inconvenient,” Ignis says, leaning down to briefly kiss him before pulling away, “trifling with the Royal Favourite is considered an act of treason, you see.”

“Okay, I can see how that might be slight a problem,” Prompto says as he tucks his hands in the waistband of Ignis’ pajama-pants.

There’s a clinking sound behind Prompto as Ignis sets the coffee-cup down and then a warm hand is running up his side, rucking up his t-shirt.

“Besides,” Ignis says softly, “the title’s been out of use for more than a century.”

“We’ll get Noct to make a new title,” Prompto says, a little breathlessly, “I can be Royal Companion or Crownsguard Groupie or His Majesty’s Complication or . . .”

Ignis closes his eyes, as if in pain, and Prompto stretches up to kiss him until he’s smiling again.

Big chocobro Gladio being a little shit

[(Anonymous)]

Exactly what it says. Does he tease the other three about how much younger they are? (even though it's only by a couple of years) Does he call them all shorties even though they're normal human proportions and he's a giant? I just need Gladio being a teasing big bro to the other chocobros

+even though they can defend themselves, he's also a protective big bro

Noctis/Ignis- Starting life over + rebirth

[(Anonymous)]

After Noctis sacrifices his life for the world of Eos he is given a second chance to do everything over again with all of his memories in tact due to the intervention of Carbuncle, Shiva and Bahamut. There is only one contention though he is reborn as a girl.

+Long fic/slow burn preferred starting from birth to the end of the game. Noctis is the only one who has memories of the events prior.

+Noctis has to adjust to the change and finds he doesn't actually mind being a girl

+Noctis actually uses his/her memories to change stuff and have better relationships with people such as becoming friends with Prompto earlier and managing to bring Luna with him/her to Lucis when Tenebrae gets invaded

+Major stuff stays the same such as Noctis accident, Tenebrae and Lucis invasions but with personal changes

+Who lives and dies is up to author anon

+Side pairings are up to anon as well

+In the previous life Noctis never told Ignis his feelings for him and is now trying to win him. Ignis loved him the same way in the previous life and loves this Noctis just as much as well

Re: Noctis/Ignis- Starting life over + rebirth

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!!

Ardyn/Noctis - A/B/O

[(Anonymous)]

I'm going to be straight up with this because we're all on this sin train together tbh.

Ardyn as the Alpha older brother (19+), Noctis as the omega younger brother (maybe like 14/15).
They live apart and haven't seen each other for a few years; cue a family reunion where poor little Noct gets his first heat right after seeing Ardyn again AND the whole family notices (this is supposed to mean that Ardyn is his genetic true love, so to say speak, idk they need to bang ASAP).

They can be step-brothers,full-blooded or half-siblings if you like, I just want it to have an emphasis on breaching the forbidden before the inevitable happens. It's up to you how the family deals with this (turn a blind-eye, suddenly leaves them the house for a weekend, makes them feel ashamed even though it's something they can't control, etc).

¡¡No non-con please!!

·Bonus!For lolita-esque shenanigans going down.
·Bonus!For the fic being a slow-burner, gimme dat tension.
·Extra Bonus! For the both of them seeing how much teasing they can get away with in front of others.

Re: Ardyn/Noctis - A/B/O

[(Anonymous)]

Well....I like this~

I'm thinking of filling this Prompt, but I have three questions (so far) so that I can write a good story for you. :) They might sound stupid to ask, but I just want to make sure that I have your kinks in mind when writing.

1) By Lolita, you don't mind Noctis wearing a dress and all the other stuff that is Lolita, right?
2) Are you looking for a Moe-like Noctis in this story?
3) Do you have a preference on how the sex will go down? For example: Rough, soft, bondage, some bondage, food play, lots of foreplay, little foreplay, virgin, semi-virgin (meaning possibly looked at porn or masturbated, but that as far as the person's gone), experienced, etc etc.

If you want my story to be a surprise and you don't want to answer one or any of my questions, then you don't have to. :D

Ardyn/Gladio Time Travel

[(Anonymous)]

After the events in Altissia, Gladio is conflicted and angry. He sees that Noct keeps talking to Umbra, which seems... a bit strange, so he decides to figure out what's going on with the pup. He's petting Umbra and maybe says something thoughtless like "If I could go back in time and punch Ardyn in his stupid face before this starts..."

And BAM

He's back in time.

Facing a young, 20-something Ardyn, new to his powers and to the knowledge that he is the chosen savior.

Gladio sees the future engineer of all of Eos' suffering. Ardyn sees a man in emotional pain.

Bonus + if Ardyn is still a wit
+++ if he falls for Gladio first
++++++++ if what it takes for Gladio to come back to the future is to punch Ardyn in his stupid face, but WHAT IF HE DOESN'T WANT TO ANYMORE

Re: Ardyn/Gladio Time Travel

[(Anonymous)]

Holy hell do I ever want this.

Noct & that cat from Galdin Quay

[(Anonymous)]

I just want Noct to get all the nice kitty snuggles, okay? Maybe it stows away in the Regalia or something after deciding that Noct is its human.

Re: Noct & that cat from Galdin Quay

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please! That quest line was so cute.

Gen Noctis and Prompto first birthday together

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto dose not know what to get Noctis for the first birthday that they get to share as friends. At the last minute and out of panic of not having a gift to give Prompto gets Noctis a giant plushy fish.

++++++Noctis thinks it's the best gift ever!

Fill: When all else fails... 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

The age old question: what do you get for the guy who has everything?

Seriously, it wasn't as if Noct really wanted for anything. He offered to get Prompto a camera once, because he expressed mild interest in getting a better one, like it was nothing. He could probably afford anything Prompto might get him with his pocket change.

"You do know he doesn't actually care, right?" Ignis pointed out, after the eighteenth bout of Prompto spilling his shopping woes to the advisor. "He'll be happy with anything you decide to give him."

"That's not the point!" Prompto wailed, throwing his hands up before he dramatically toppled over onto the couch. Ignis cleared his throat sharply, and Prompto shifted his overwrought swoon enough that his boots were hanging off the edge of the couch, rather than on the cushion. "The first birthday between friends is supposed to be special."

"You could try asking him what he wants," Ignis pointed out, with all the enthusiasm of a man who had made the same suggestion half a dozen times over the course of the last three days.

"He doesn't want anything!" Prompto lamented, lifting his forearms to cover his eyes.

"Then just tell him 'happy birthday,'" Ignis sighed. Prompto scowled at him over the edge of his arm with one eye. Ignoring the baleful glare, Ignis asked, "If I feed you, will you let me get some actual work done?"

There was a beat of silence, and then Prompto heaved himself upright and sulked, "Yeah, alright." Ignis shoved a plate into his hands.

Prompto tried to pout through the meal, but it was surprisingly hard to pout through good food. And afterwards Ignis flapped a dishtowel at him until he carted his butt back out the door.

He supposed there really was no sense in worrying over it anymore, he reflected glumly, considering Noct's birthday was tomorrow. If he hadn't found anything yet, it probably wasn't going to happen in the next twelve hours.

And then he paused mid-step and backed up a few paces, staring into the brightly lit window display of a toy store. There were all kinds of under the sea decorations, and in the middle of the display, there was something like a plush goldfish. It was shimmering gold and white, with red glass eyes and a red horn poking from its head. Its body alone was as big as Prompto's torso, and its tail and fins, made of elaborate, white and gold, handkerchief-like cloth, doubled its length.

This was, without a doubt, probably the stupidest idea ever. And yet Prompto found himself walking into the store, picking up the oversized fish, and carrying it up to the cashier. He even got it gift wrapped (well, gift bagged).

*

It was a stupid idea, Prompto told himself, as he knocked on Noct's door the next afternoon. He reminded himself, yet again, that it was the stupidest idea as he shoved the large, overly colorful bag into Noct's arms.

"Hey, uh…Happy birthday!"

Noct stared at it for a moment, puzzled, before he unceremoniously plopped down onto his knees on the floor. He pulled the bundle of tissue paper out from the top of the bag, and then blinked down at the plush fish.

Prompto wrung his hands together and shifted on his feet and put some very real thought into fleeing back out the door as quickly as his legs would carry him as Noct pulled the fish from the bag.

And then…Noct laughed. Not in an 'oh you're such an idiot way,' but more like a kid being handed cotton candy when he least expected it. He squished his face against the fish's for half a second, before he tucked it under his arm and stood back up. He flung an arm around Prompto's neck, hooking him into an awkward, one-armed headlock-and-noogie combo.

"Thanks, Prom."

Laughing, Prompto swatted Noct away ineffectually before ducking out of his hold. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Now are we gonna play or not?" he asked, pointing one imperious finger at the television. "I still need to reclaim my dignity."

With another snort of laughter, Noct bopped him over the head with the fish. "Good luck with that."

*

The door opened without so much as knock as Gladio invited himself inside, holding the door open so Ignis could follow him in, arms laden with what he needed to make dinner and dessert.

The game had turned into a movie at some point, and Prompto was upside down on the couch, his legs thrown over the back of it. Noct was slumped down low, his feet on the couch, his shoulders propped up against the fish.

"Noct. Prom. Fish," Gladio greeted in order. Ignis paused on his trek to the kitchen to double-take at the plush.

"Her name is Lyre," Noct informed them blandly, not even bothering to take his eyes off the screen.

Prompto shot them both a double thumbs up.

(AN: I guess in fairness, it's a very pretty fish plushie. And forever more, or at least until Insomnia is blown to pieces (unless Noct put her in the armiger or whatever), she has a place of honor on Noct's couch so she can stare judgmentally at guests.)

Noctis/Any Peggy Sue

[(Anonymous)]

When Noctis climbs the throne and allows all the past kings of Lucis to run him through, Bahamut gives him a choice: he can go back in time and try for a better ending, but he can't tell anyone that he's been sent back or that he knows anything about what's going to happen.

The thing is, no one told him there was any other way to stop the starscrouge. What does he try to do? What does he do differently? (It would be kind of cool to see Noctis do the time travel thing where whenever he dies, he starts back over.)

What time period Noct travels to is up to the author!

Bonus for Noct being like "THIS IS A DYING DREAM LMAO" and just fucking... doing something that he's always wanted to do.

Gladio/Prompto, Showing off

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio shows off to impress Prompto. He doesn't realize that the boy has always admired him and doesn't need to do much to impress him at all.

Any/Any Soulmate AU

[(Anonymous)]

I'm incredibly weak for soulmate au's. Bonus for unlikely soulmates, like Ardyn and Noctis?? or Luna and Cindy???? or Gentiana and Prompto??? or something like that??

JUST FUCK ME UP TBH.

Re: Any/Any Soulmate AU

[(Anonymous)]

Gentiana x Prompto eh? I could really get behind that. Elegant goddess and cheery human Chocobo would be adorable.

Gladio/Ignis + Attempted Non-Con

[(Anonymous)]

So everyone in the castle knows that Ignis and Gladio are together. One of the guards decides they want Ignis for themselves, and attacks Ignis in the kitchen

+Ignis is suddenly picked up and made to sit on the counter, effectively being trapped between the guard and the wall.

++Guard uses his weapons to keep Ignis's legs spread and keep him sitting on the counter, manages to undo Ignis's shirt, gets his hand down Ignis's pants for some cock and ball torture/teasing

++Some food-play please, guard is just smearing food all over Ignis and licking it off

+++Gladio and Regis were discussing some new training regime in the hall when they hear Ignis yelling, as well as a crash

Gen, Prompto doesn’t survive

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto doesn’t survive falling off the train.

+the bros reactions

Re: Gen, Prompto doesn’t survive

[(Anonymous)]

That is really sad and I really want T-T

Gen Chocobros, Gladio Hits Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

When they're arguing on the train, I noticed Gladio pushes Prompto aside rather roughly. I'd like to see Gladio get so pissed off that he slaps Prompto and he does it so hard Prompto falls to the floor and has brusies/handprint on his cheek for weeks afterward and Gladio is super guilty every time he sees it

Re: Gen Chocobros, Gladio Hits Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh, yass! Maybe they've run out of potions and Ignis yells at him that they have more than enough to worry about (re: getting hurt my monsters/daemons) without having to worry about Gladio hurting one of them too.

Glaive/Noctis + King Regis watching

[(Anonymous)]

The Glaive win some important battle or other so Regis lets them have Noctis for a night. For sex, obviously. He has to watch to make sure they don't get carried away. I'm cool with Noctis in his teens but extreme underage is my squick.

Bonus: Noctis really, really likes it and wants to make his dad proud.

Prompto/Ardyn, Fucking Machines + Electrostimulation

[(Anonymous)]

While keeping Prompto captive, Ardyn does the following to Prompto:

+Keeps him on a machine- milking machine on his nipples

++MT's are also used as sex toys, Prompto has to ride one the entire time, and if he stops he gets shocked

+++Finger fucking his mouth

Re: Prompto/Ardyn, Fucking Machines + Electrostimulation

[(Anonymous)]

Kind of ashamed to say I want this. But I want this

Gen or Noctis/Ignis, Hurt/Comfort, Protective

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis and Noctis get separated from Prompto and Gladio, and cornered by some serious baddies. During the fight, Noctis gets trapped, whether by magic or something else- can't warp, can't summon a weapon, can't defend himself.

Ignis plants himself between the enemies and Noctis and fights a losing battle. He gets knocked down a couple of times, but gets back up and keeps fighting, even though he's not in great shape and he's outnumbered and outmatched. The enemies find his protectiveness hilarious- they tell him that they won't touch Noctis as long as Ignis can keep standing up.

The fight is brutal, and Ignis gets knocked down repeatedly, with increasingly worsening wounds. Every time, he forces himself back to his feet to protect Noctis, despite Noctis' protests. The enemies aren't finding it so funny anymore, just annoying, and one decides to end the irritation by running Ignis through on a sword.

And Ignis, despite being literally impaled on a blade, stands the fuck up for his king.

Cue Gladio and Prompto arriving and saving the day (as Ignis has worn the enemies down more than seems possible) and then a race to save Ignis before he bleeds out. Would love loads of hurt/comfort for our spectacled advisor, no character death but a very close call would be great. Can be Noctis/Ignis or just Gen, but if it's shippy, I'd prefer it not to be an established relationship until this happens. <3

(Side note, I'm currently in the beginning of Chapter Six of the game and have managed to avoid most major spoilers, so if this could be done without story spoilers past that point, that would be FANTASTIC.)

Re: Gen or Noctis/Ignis, Hurt/Comfort, Protective

[(Anonymous)]

Please! Vulnerable Ignis is my fave.

Noctis/Prompto, Noctis survives Prmpto doesn't

[(Anonymous)]

AU where Noctis survives the ritual, but the destruction of daemons from Eos ends up killing Prompto.

Re: Noctis/Prompto, Noctis survives Prmpto doesn't

[(Anonymous)]

we are all terrible people...please Yes

Gen/OT4 - Infection

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis hates worrying the other three, so after a particularly rough hunting expedition he doesn't tell them about a gash in his side. Later it becomes infected and the boys don't find out about it until Noctis collapses in the middle of a dungeon. Then it's a race to try and keep the wound from going septic and killing him.

Re: Gen/OT4 - Infection

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Noctis + Bros + the Dream Egg - Questionably Oviposition

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis wakes up after having had a strange dream he was at a carnival.
There is an egg lying next to him.
He doesn't know how it got there.
He thinks he might know how it got there.
He hopes that isn't how it got there.

Re: Noctis + Bros + the Dream Egg - Questionably Oviposition

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto screams "Noctis did you lay this egg?"

Cor/Any, Overstimulation

[(Anonymous)]

someone ruin cor leonis
this is all i ask

Re: Cor/Any, Overstimulation

[(Anonymous)]

That sexy ass man covered in his own cum and shaking. Yes. This must be a thing.

Gladiolus/Noctis/Ravus - dp, dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

I am very thirsty for moping prince banged by two big brothers. I need Noctis being insulted for his poor perfomance as King and in bed. I need him choking under grip of Ravus' magitek arm and his lazy ass slapped by Gladio's hands.

Re: Gladiolus/Noctis/Ravus - dp, dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

Ohhhh yes, seconding!

Gladio/Prompto + one sided Noctis/Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis watches as Gladio and Prompto fall more and more in love, keeping his feelings for Prompto a secret.

A Prince can't have everything.

Give me affectionate and in love Promptio with Noctis watching heartbroken. If you want Noctis to confess that's fine but please don't have Prompto leave Gladio for him. Whether Ignis knows what's going on is up to you.

Re: Gladio/Prompto + one sided Noctis/Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED OH DEAR

Kara no Kyoukai AU

[(Anonymous)]

There's this really pretty anime series out there called Kara no Kyoukai, and if you've already seen it maybe you know where I'm going with this.

For those of you haven't (which is probably most of you) it's about a girl who's the heir to a wealthy family of yakuza/demon hunters with special powers (magic multiple personalities) that tend to cause them to go crazy or die young from the stress. So she's a death-obsessed weirdo who's fussy and keeps to herself and kind of a slob, but her glasses wearing male friend fusses over her and is always coming over to make sure she has something decent to eat.
Stuff happens, she ends up in a coma, and when she wakes up her eyes can turn blue/purple and see the end of all objects (kinda like how VsXIII Noct could see the looming deaths of people) and also destroy them by cutting them just right. The main villain is an old immortal guy who sets up opponents for her and traps her inside a magical dimension in order to awaken her full potential, so he can use that power for his own goals.
Oh and Prompto's VA is in the fifth chapter as this guy with a pretty messed up home life who falls in love with her, and the full reveal of what his deal is is heartbreaking.

Anyway back on topic, part of me really wants a full on AU of this with Noctis and Ignis in the main characters' places. If anyone could deliver on this though I'd love them forever! But it's not the most well known series out there so I'm going to post a similar prompt right after this.

AU - Noctis is the Heir to a Daemon Hunter Family

[(Anonymous)]

Alternate prompt from the Kara no Kyoukai prompt above, an AU where the Lucis Caelum family still has magic and things like the Ring of the Lucii, and Noctis is still the Chosen One prophecied to destroy the daemons for good. But instead of kings they're a well respected noble family of professional daemon hunters. Regis doesn't have bodyguards and Noctis doesn't have Ignis taking care of him, he's just kind of a recluse until one of the Chocobros makes the first move and breaks him out of his shell.

Most of the political stuff is still happening offscreen, so other people are getting engaged to Luna and assassinated during the destruction of Insomnia. And Noctis is fighting the daemons on the front lines, fulfilling his destiny a different way instead of being inside the Crystal. Can be either genfic or shippy (prefer Ignoct followed by Promptis), and can have a happy end or a bittersweet one.

Mobs/Noctis, Non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Because who wouldn't want to have a go at a royalty? ლ(◉◞౪◟◉ )ლ Some suicidal mobs, that's who.

It can be a sole person or a whole group having their way with Noctis as he trashes against them but ultimately unable to stop them (restrained or blackmailed?). But other than that, go wild, anon!

Re: Mobs/Noctis, Non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!!