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Ardyn/Prompto (Eventual Noctic/Prompto) - MT Prompto was made to be a gift/reward for Ardyn
Date: 2017-01-09 05:15 am (UTC)- +1000 Ardyn is explicit with what he plans to do to Prompto once he gets him back.
-Noctis and the rest of the bros are not happy with this.
-It's up to the filler in regards to how far Ardyn goes (whether it's just threats, actual harassment or leads up to actual or attempted noncon, etc).
Oracle!Noctis and Royal!Lunafreya
Date: 2017-01-09 05:17 am (UTC)+Ignis is still Noct's retainer (because the damn oracle needs to eat his veges after healing so much people)
++Nyx, Gladiolus, and Prompto is Lunafreya's bros/retainers
+++Nyx/Lunafreya + Ignis/Noctis
Re: Ardyn/Ravus, Lunafreya, Victorian London!AU, prostitution
Date: 2017-01-09 05:26 am (UTC)Re: Ardyn/Ravus Feathers
Date: 2017-01-09 05:34 am (UTC)OP
Date: 2017-01-09 05:41 am (UTC)Why hello there, what is this lovely plot doing in this lovely story, aaaah things just keep getting better! xD Just what did happen during that takeover, and what is Ardyn's sneaky self up to? And of course, most importantly of all, phrased eloquently by you at the end here, just when will Nyx and Noct get to doing the horizontal tango?! Lol, I don't think we have to worry about this last one too much, though. Nyx's sly dog self upgraded a coffee date into an actual dinner date. Nice to see that he's such a charmer. That dimpled smile did my heart in, just a little ;m; <3
He’s leaning against a wall, lurking like a particularly well-dressed delinquent, but straightens up when he sees Nyx. <-- Also, I do have to quote this because this is the kind of stuff I'm talking about, THESE AWESOME LITTLE DETAILS JUST guuuh suffice to say your descriptions are so perfect. As other anon above said, I want to roll around in this fill because of how perfect it is. ;___; Nyx being blown-away by Noct's smile, Noct flushing at Nyx's smile, these two are just *flails and fails for the right words*
Also, “Stay safe,” Noct says, raising a hand in farewell.
“I will.” Nyx winks at him. “With dinner to look forward to, I have to.” THIS IS JUST MORE PERFECTION I CAN'T EVEN
And Nyx not knowing who Noct is (yet) is the cherry on top of this deliciousness. I purposely left that vague in the prompt but I was secretly hoping Nyx would be kept in the dark so cookies for you, you amazing person you. ;w; Writer!anon, I look forward to more! Please stay safe like Nyx!
Fashion Master Ardyn
Date: 2017-01-09 05:50 am (UTC)+ Lots of loving clothing descriptions
++ The chocobros mainly being confused by his fashion choices (but what do they know about haute couture anyway?)
+++ Increasingly outrageous hats
Re: Fashion Master Ardyn
Date: 2017-01-09 06:00 am (UTC)Re: OP
Date: 2017-01-09 06:09 am (UTC)Re: Noctis/Ardyn - Savior!Ardyn
Date: 2017-01-09 06:23 am (UTC)[FILL] Re: Prompto, crying, hurt/comfort
Date: 2017-01-09 07:20 am (UTC)-
Two days after the fall of Insomnia, Prompto woke up crying.
He was aware of it immediately, lurching into consciousness with a hand over his eyes, before awareness of anything else filtered in. Then he felt the cold beneath him and heard quiet breathing in the dark, and remembered they were camping in a Haven, on the way to a royal tomb.
A tent barely counted as a room, but they were still all in the same one, and Prompto had never been a quiet crier. He tried taking deep breaths for a minute or two to get his breathing under control, but he couldn’t regulate his sobs at all. Finally he crawled over Noctis’ legs and out the main flap to sit on the hard ground outside. The air was cold enough that the tear tracks on his face stung, and he shut his eyes for a moment, focusing on the feeling.
Then the tent flap rustled again behind him. “Prompto?” Gladio asked.
Prompto buried his head in his arms, trying furiously to wipe his eyes on them. Unfortunately, skin didn’t make for the best tissue, and Prompto could feel how red and puffy his eyes were anyway. At least it was dark. In the bare glow of the Haven lights, it was hard to see anything at all. “I’m okay,” he called back softly, not wanting to wake the others. “Sorry I woke you up. I’ll be in in a minute.”
Of course Gladio didn’t listen, and within seconds Prompto had a big, warm shadow squatting down next to him in the dark as the tears kept leaking down his face. Just great. “Ugh, Gladdy,” Prompto complained. “Don’t you have a prince to guard?”
“He’s snoring. You’re crying.”
“Well, yeah, but you’re not supposed to bring it up. That’s not in the bro code, dude,” Prompto said, hunching down lower in the cradle of his arms.
Next to him, Gladio sighed. “It’s late, and we need to be rested for tomorrow. Just tell me what’s wrong so you can get over it and we can go back in.”
“Thanks, Gladdy. You’re so supportive.” But Gladio didn’t budge from beside him. He just kept waiting in the dark, a presence that was loud and pointed just by being there. Prompto sighed, knowing he couldn’t win, and tried to word it as simply as he could. “I think my parents are dead,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“My parents. They haven’t called me since everything…happened. In Insomnia.” Not that they had called him before that. But they would have called him to let him know they were safe, right? They wouldn’t have left him guessing, unless they couldn’t. Or at least Prompto thought. Was he hoping that his parents weren’t calling him because they were dead, and not because they had forgotten about him? Self-loathing strangled him again, and his next breath came out as a sob. He scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, wishing he could stop the tears just by pressing hard enough. “Sorry, sorry.”
Gladio shifted beside him. To his knees, probably, but Prompto didn’t open his eyes to try and see for sure. “Prompto,” Gladio said.
“Yeah,” Prompto mumbled.
“Prompto, my dad died too.”
And – of course he had. The Shield to the King. If Regis had died, Clarus must’ve as well, right? Prompto thought it might even have been mentioned on the news. “Shit,” he said, feeling twice as bad. Crying his eyes out because his parents were maybe dead, while Gladio’s dad was definitely dead. “I’m so sorry, shit, Gladio.” His voice cracked on Gladio’s name because he was still crying, making it about him even when Gladio was telling him something like this. He turned his face away, ashamed.
He felt a warm hand on his shoulder, tugging him to face Gladio. He tried resisting first, but Gladio was stronger, so then he leaned into the tug, tipping forward until his face was smashed against Gladio’s bare shoulder. Awkward, maybe, but at least he didn’t have to look at him. “My dad died too,” Gladio said again, “but I always knew he probably would. That’s what it means to be a Shield.” His voice sounded thick too – for his dad, probably, but maybe for himself too. “But Iris made it out. And we made it out.” His arm came up around Prompto’s shoulders, tugging him in closer to Gladio’s neck. “I’m glad you made it out. And I’m sure your parents would be too.”
And Prompto – what could he say to that? He wasn’t going to say but I’m not sure, not to Gladio, not when he could never explain what he meant. Even if he could explain somehow that his parents weren’t actually his parents, he couldn’t explain that he was never really sure if they saw him as a real kid, much less their real kid. He couldn’t tell Gladio how he couldn’t be sure they weren’t right, not when he wasn’t sure if he ever really loved him. Not when he had checked his phone again and again the last couple of days in hopes that they would call him, sometimes because he was worried about them, but more because he hoped they were worried about him.
He couldn’t explain any of that to anyone, least of all to Gladio, who had always been someone, who had had a destiny from the day he was born. So instead he shoved his face deeper against Gladio’s chest, and wound an arm around his neck, and sobbed selfishly against Gladio for as long as he let him.
Re: Oracle!Noctis and Royal!Lunafreya
Date: 2017-01-09 07:23 am (UTC)Re: Ardyn/Prompto (Eventual Noctic/Prompto) - MT Prompto was made to be a gift/reward for Ardyn
Date: 2017-01-09 07:25 am (UTC)Re: Ignis/Any Chocobro, glasses kink
Date: 2017-01-09 08:12 am (UTC)OP
Date: 2017-01-09 08:20 am (UTC)whatever floats your boat my dude!
Re: Chrome Bits and Rare Coins 5/?
Date: 2017-01-09 09:04 am (UTC)pitiablewonderful start. Anyhow, like the brief, little “hot potato” moment and worries of a venomous taint being merrily pushed aside after Prompto took that first morsel an unleashed praise instead of pain. Though, Ignis wasn’t too happy with Noctis’ reaction. He surely didn’t want to be second best in the kitchen. The prince did what he could, but there was no way Gladiolus was not going to exploit that poorly worded loophole. At the very least, he projected some hope in Luna‘s “skills”… XD!Ardyn satisfied his end of the bargain. Ravus’ mission just got a whole lot easier, while Noctis and co’s just got a whole lot crappier. I don’t have one myself, but if you do have an AO3 account, I hope you will add Chrome Bits and Rare Coins to it as soon as possible, so a wider audience can appreciate it. Only do so if you feel comfortable with the move. I do NOT want to pressure you in any way.
Fill: Noctis/Prompto - in somnis veritas (In sleep there is truth) 1/?
Date: 2017-01-09 10:33 am (UTC)As I mentioned earlier, each part focuses on each of the chocobros and their relationship to Prompto but I am a poly-whore, so I hope you don't mind. I assure you that I adore Promptis and it will be in Noctis's part very strongly.
First up is Iggy, because of course it is Iggy.
--
Ignis was the first to notice.
It was somewhere between Duscae and the Disc when the Imperials dropped out of the sky like birds slamming against a wind turbine. They would hit the ground on their feet, but there was a sound, the same sound that Ignis knew was human flesh on the hot, hard concrete.
There were a few dozen Magitek troops and he knew which ones to take down first by their armor. The Troopers and Snipers were always the ones that caused more of a headache than the others--while most were weak to lightning, these ones were more vulnerable to fire.
It didn't make sense, but neither did the squelch of bone and muscle hitting into a hard surface.
At first, he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him; sleeping on the rough ground was doing nothing for his back or his senses. The weary days and early mornings was wearing on his already razor-thin focus. His eyes were seeing blond hair where there was only armor. He had been taught since childhood what was under the Magitek armor--nothing but the mechanical whir of engines and the hiss of electricity.
But that thud, that sickening thud.
It made some part of Ignis, the visceral and animalistic part of him that he considered human instinct, notice.
And then he couldn't forget.
It wasn't all of the troopers. He could pick them in a lineup of their armor, the way it wasn't as bulky as the others. The way it seemed there were straps from the helmet to the breastplate, holding it in place. Why would it matter if the helmet stayed on when the core of the Magitek forces wiring was in the area which should have encased a heart?
Ignis prepared the fire spell in his palm, feeling the heat of Noctis’s burning magic against the flask and his skin, and he lobbed it toward the Troopers and Snipers. He could smell it before he could hear it. The smell made him pause and immediately search out for Noctis, then Gladio and Prompto. It smelled like meat left on the stove for too long or the one time he had grabbed a pot without realizing the handle had been over the open flame. It was that bubbling smell of cooking and burning flesh.
The Magitek were burning, and they should not have been burning. They were metal, they were nothing but cool metal.
Or, at least, they should have.
Ignis did not want to get close, but it was something that was so wrong, so against logic. Ignis knew like anyone who had dealings with Niflheim. There was nothing inside of those metal shells-- nothing but more metal and plastic and engine grease, slick and hot and black.
Yet that smell, that god-awful smell permeating the air like a nightmare, made the hairs on his arms stand up. Nothing but metal, he repeated to himself like a prayer.
Nothing.
But.
Metal.
Yet, as he got closer to the burning Magitek corpse, he could see it.
Metal should not have had blond hair. It shouldn’t have. It made no sense, none at all. Yet, there it was, poking out of the corner of the helmet that shouldn’t have been locked --because why should it have been locked when there was no reason for it to have a head in the first place?
Blond hair burning.
Ignis looked to Noctis and Prompto who were laying the finishing touches on two Troopers and then to Gladiolus, who was entrenched in ripping the limbs off of an Assassin. They were busy, they couldn’t see what he saw… the way the helmet seemed to be barely hanging on. If he just nudged it with his boot--
Ignis shouldn’t have. He knew that the moment he saw the half-charred face staring back at his, black liquid oozing from its wounds. That smattering of freckles, though… He would have known them even if he were blind. They were just… they were so much like Prompto that his stomach churned and he found himself vomiting up his lunch next to the burning corpse. It wasn’t just the smattering of freckles--no, it was the curve of his lips, the half-burned away nose, and those eyes.
They were wrong. They should not have been in Prompto’s face.
No.
Prompto’s face never should have been on an Magitek trooper.
It… there was no logical explanation, and all Ignis could do was vomit brown sludge as he watched those burned eyes go lifeless.
Ignis burned the Magitek trooper until the meat was nothing but charred bone and melting metal, because the last thing he wanted was for someone-- Prompto-- to find it.
After, had asked Prompto if the man had managed to get in touch with his mother, and Prompto’s blond hair seemed to deflate as he put one hand in the crook of his elbow. It was something Prompto did, a way to fold in on himself. He mustered a, “No… I hope she got out of Insomnia okay…” before unwinding his hands, noticing the way Ignis stared at him.
Ignis, for all of the time he had spent with Prompto when he became friends with Noctis in high school, never met Prompto’s mother. He knew who she was from the paperwork on the deed of Prompto’s apartment and from his own background checks into who Prompto was when Noctis had dragged him to the Citadel. It was his job to find out who the prince spent his times around, as well as all of their outside connections. It was the only way to keep the prince safe.
Prompto had been adopted at a young age from a rather impoverish orphanage by the Argentum family; his father had passed away when Prompto was still young and so Prompto’s mother took on two job as a secretary by day, maid by night, to make ends meet. She was a proud woman who raised an independent man. Prompto went to public school for the first few years of his life, but was luckily accepted into Insomnia Prep on a lottery scholarship where he met Noctis as a shy, round about the waist boy at the age of twelve. They stayed classmates but didn’t speak until moving into high school.
Ignis had a folder prepared before the boy even left after dinner on his first trip.
Ignis was nothing if not diligent.
Yet that face, those eyes staring up at him as vacant as death…
Ignis found himself staring at Prompto that night, as the other man laughed and joked with Noctis or when Gladio threw him a dummy sword for them to spar with. He watch how Prompto’s face contorted in the blue lights of the havan and the roaring fire.
Fire.
When the night came and they were squished inside of the tent, Ignis took a place between Noctis and Prompto (getting a confused shrug from Prompto, who could only roll over and throw his arm over Gladio’s stomach) and he spent the night staring up at the roof of the tent. He couldn’t sleep, because every time he closed his eyes all he could see was the black blood and those red eyes.
Daemon eyes.
Ignis didn’t fight himself as he slowly disengaged Prompto from Gladio, turning the other man over. He looked so peaceful, his face a connect-the-dots of freckles, and Ignis felt the pull of magic against his hand and he felt the sickening coldness of metal. He felt Prompto breathing and the light movement of stirring.
Ignis could only bury his nose in Prompto’s hair and take in the smell of Prompto’s sweat and shampoo as the blond reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck.
His dagger disappeared back into the ether of Noctis’s magic and he leaned down, letting his lips rest against Prompto’s.
This is Prompto, his mind reminded him. The same Prompto who asked him for dark chocolate chip cake on his birthday, only wanting to lick the batter off the spoon as he sat on Noctis’s kitchen counter, letting the heel of his feet tap in rhythm to his swinging legs. It was the same Prompto who got drunk when he was seventeen and threw his arms around Ignis-- so much like he was positioned right them, and asked if Ignis was willing to share Noctis. The same man who leaned up and kissed him, because he “had always wanted to see what it was like,” and Ignis had to admit he wanted to know, too.
There was nothing evil about Prompto. It was Prompto--the same man who was bright and cheerful and so human, made of skin and bone and lightness.
And Ignis felt his shame clawing its way up his stomach as Prompto yawned and pulled him down, sleepily blinking at Ignis.
“Sleep,” Prompto murmured.
Ignis wished he could.
Ardyn/Noctis - Alpha/Omega possessiveness
Date: 2017-01-09 11:08 am (UTC)+ if Ardyn mates with him and becomes obsessive and controlling because he's head over heels for Noctis but he doesn't know how/want to express it healthily. And he definitely doesn't want to give him back to his friends.
++ if Noctis becomes needy towards him too. He's really docile to Ardyn's influence as his alpha. He's scared Gladiolus, Ignis and Prompto will try to take him away from his mate.
(I'm happy for this to be mpreg but equally happy for it to be without. I can just imagine Ardyn would be even more possessive if he knew his mate was having his child)
+++ Bro's reactions would be interesting to see but only if a writer wants to include them!
I'd love for this to take place after the mating. As much as I love smut, I'm just here for some angst and twisted fluff.
Seriously this would make my life! :,)
Re: Fill: Noctis/Prompto - in somnis veritas (In sleep there is truth) 2/?
Date: 2017-01-09 12:13 pm (UTC)Gladio found out next, because Gladio could read Ignis like his favorite harlequin romance novel, the pages worn from how many times he had turned them. It only took the announcement of the Imperial forces above them for Ignis to flinch, and that was more telling than if Ignis had said something out loud.
Ignis didn't flinch.
When he sliced into one of the Troopers, he noticed the way Ignis seemed to avoid some of the troops, and that was the second red flag.
“You hurt, Iggy?” Gladio asked as he sliced through the mechanical shell of the enemy, wincing as hot black grease hit his face. Those bastards always left so much of a goddamn mess on his blade, and Gladio loved that wherever Noctis’s magic came from seemed to clean the slick fluid right off. Still, that never helped with rubbing it off his skin.
Ignis darted his eyes towards Noctis and Prompto. They were just a little ways away, easily barreling through a few stragglers of the snipers. The enemies weren't even able to hold their weapons up at that point, so Gladio wasn't too worried. Noctis had easily handled worse, and at this point so had Prompto.
“Gladio, I need you to do something,” Ignis said, standing closer to Gladio’s side, his back to the Prince. There was something pinching at his cheeks, a sallow color that made Gladio worried Ignis was coming down with something. “And please… don't call attention to it.”
Gladio furrowed his eyebrows but nodded to Ignis. “Sure, what is it?”
Ignis looked down at the ground, his green eyes staring at the decimated trooper at their feet. It was still twitching; the electricity hadn't been gorked yet. That was weird-- usually when he cut them in half it killed their electrical current. Huh. Weird.
“Sure, what is it Specs?”
“Gladio…”
Gladio didn’t like where this was going. Ignis’s mouth was drawn down in a frown and he was holding his daggers in front of him like a safety blanket. It was almost like he expected the trooper Gladio had cut in half would rise like a zombie from one of Noct’s games.
That was making him more nervous than he cared to admit. Ignis didn’t worry. Ignis didn’t run his sentences off, because that was so unlike Ignis. The guy knew every word he wanted to say and already had the perfect reply to answer with. Yet in the field of broken machinery, surrounded by black engine fuel spit out across the grass, Ignis was… well, Ignis looked nervous.
“Iggy, what’s going on? What do you need?”
Ignis looked up at him and then back down to the cut down trooper. “Take off its helmet. And… Don’t make any noise. I need to see if it is the same, that I’m not going mad.”
Iggy, going mad? What the hell was going on?
Gladio put his hand out and pulled his clean sword from the ether, taking comfort in its weight and perfection in his hand. “Is it gunna come back to life?”
Ignis shook his head. “I rather doubt it. But… you may not like what is underneath.”
Well, if that wasn’t cryptic as fuck. After spending so many years listening to Ignis talk, cryptic Iggy was the worst Iggy. It made him nervous, like someone was walking over his damn grave.
“Okay, Iggy. If you say so.” He hoped the other man would understand his seriousness, and Gladio leaned down and ran his fingers over the crack in the helmet. When he had fought with the trooper he had taken the heavy, dull side to the back of its head, causing the metal to crack like an eggshell. Sometimes it helped him short-circuit them, just like cutting them in half did the trick, and he should have known there was something not so right with that. MTs had their core in their chests. The only reason they even had heads was so that it looked vaguely human, or at least that was what he was taught in the Academy. People were more willing to follow orders and obey the MTs when they looked like people.
Fucking people.
Of course it shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did-- because that thing looked like--
“What the fuck is this--some kind of joke?” Gladio couldn’t look at it because its lips were trembling and that black sludge, the warm black sludge he had called engine grease and oil, it had never been that at all. It wasn’t the right color for humans and yet now that he could see it sliding out of that fucking face, dripping down its nose and ears and holy shit, was it crying black blood?
And Gladio could only stare back at Ignis, who only raised his hand over his mouth as explanation, holding out his own dagger.
“Is it-- fuck.”
The thing drew a jagged breath, and Gladio looked away from Ignis and back down to Prompto, because it was fucking Prompto, wasn’t it?
But Prompto was on the other side of the field with Noctis, and the two were busy laughing and shooting off a few rounds as target practice. The MTs were all dead now, and that was what they were…. Weren’t they? They were fucking dead, because at one point they were alive and they had the same fucking face as Prompto and Prompto was alive and breathing and laughing as he wrapped one hand around Noctis’s waist to pull him close while the other showed the prince how to best aim and fuck.
“I..is that…?”
Ignis shook his head. Not even Iggy had any idea what the answer for this could possibly be.
The thing, that poor, fucking pitiful thing, hacked and cried silently as black bubbled out of its mouth. Gladio couldn’t look away-- he had seen Prompto’s entire body over the years and knew it like he knew his own. And seeing it laid out in MT armor at his feet, cut in half and gasping for air as its skin began to burn and then crack in the sunlight...
Gladio needed to put it out of its misery. He couldn’t watch--he just couldn’t fucking do it.
He looked up to Prompto, at the way his hand was slowly snaking into the hem of Noctis’s cargo pants and the way Noct could only laugh in response as his shot took a curve unexpectedly. That was Prompto, snorting and laughing when Noctis tried to punch him with one hand, his other making the gun disappear into the void.
That was Prompto.
This thing, this fucking thing wearing Prom’s face… this thing with its red eyes, gurgling on black daemon blood…
Gladio needed it to stop. He needed it like he needed air in his lungs or a sword in his hands.
He could feel it, now. When he slid the sword down to the junction where that thing’s neck met its head. It was the snapping of bones and the squirt of blood. After having spent years knowing the feel of killing monsters, animals, daemons and machinery…
He had never killed a person.
(Except he had, hadn't he? And each one of them wore the smattering of freckles on their nose that Prompto did.)
“We say nothing. Not now. Not like this.”
And Gladio agreed, because Ignis knew just as well as Gladio did that something like this would destroy Prompto. The man was strong, had become so much stronger in their journey together, but Gladio could see the cracks in his mask, just like he could see the cracks in the MT’s helmet.
That night they stayed in Old Lestallum in a motel with two beds to a room, and Gladio fucked Prompto harder than he usually did. He was a soft lover, a tender lover, a big fucking teddy bear of a lover who was gentle and delicate with his too big hands… yet that night he bit Prompto on the shoulder until he bled, only feeling a sinking in his gut when he saw the red blood pooling in his teeth marks.
“What’s gotten into you, big guy?” Prompto hissed, though it wasn't accusatory. Part of Gladio wished it was, that way he could think something different, to come up with some kind of blame.
“Sorry. Just,” Gladio grunted as he withdrew, making sure to be more gentle. Prompto wasn't at fault, this had nothing (everything) to do with him. “Just a long day.”
Prompto rubbed at the indents on his shoulder and swore, but he turned to Gladio and swung his leg over Gladio’s calf. “It’s ‘kay. I can handle it.” The blond man nuzzled his forehead against Gladio’s shoulder and whispered, “I’ll be fine.”
Could he? Could Prompto handle that black blood and those red eyes?
So, Gladio held the blond in his arms, running the tips of his fingers across his developing muscles and up to Prom’s neck, all the while the remembering the way the MT’s skin parted under his sword.
(He held Prompto’s neck like one would a new sylleblossom, trying to protect it from himself.)
Re: Gladio/Ignis Rival Coffeeshop AU
Date: 2017-01-09 12:38 pm (UTC)Re: Noctis/Noctis, selfcest
Date: 2017-01-09 01:00 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Noctis/Prompto - in somnis veritas (In sleep there is truth) 2/?
Date: 2017-01-09 01:09 pm (UTC)This is terrible and wonderful. Can't wait for Noct's chapter.
Re: Mirror Worlds collide: Noctis (genfic pls)
Date: 2017-01-09 01:09 pm (UTC)Now I just gotta prove you guys wrong
(´ヮ`) after I'm done writing a chapter for another fill I got going on.
Re: Ardyn/Noctis, sex slave Noctis Underage, Non-Con
Date: 2017-01-09 01:38 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn, Phone Sex
Date: 2017-01-09 01:38 pm (UTC)Ardyn/Chocobros - Ardyn fucks his way around the group
Date: 2017-01-09 02:06 pm (UTC)