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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!
UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.
UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
Re: Fill: The Wrong Kind of Family (2/?)
Date: 2017-01-19 04:58 pm (UTC)“Knock it off,” he says, fingers tangling once again in the shield’s hair. “Or Kidman’s going to take his time breaking Goggles, there.”
He’s not stupid; he knows better than to break down and show any kind of affection towards any of their crew in particular, but he goes completely still at the words, biting back a growl. Goddammit, how did they get overwhelmed like this? Prompto’s out for the count, Noct is straining against three sets of hands like it’s killing him, Ignis can’t even so much as flinch without risking a fatal cut to his throat, and Gladio’s trussed like a bird ready to go into the oven. He grits his teeth against the curse that threatens to bubble out. Their jobs are to protect Noctis, and they’ve colossally blown that.
Ghiranze is a dead man if he has anything to say about it.
Leland – a man with blond and wiry hair but bulk to rival Gladio’s – is the one who throws Prompto over his shoulder to carry him to the cell. At least the kid’s breathing and seems to be safe, Gladio thinks. He keeps his expression impassive as Kidman roughly shoves Ignis to another passing crony, but he feels the knot in his stomach beginning to loosen now that the pink-haired clown has his nasty hands off of the adviser. He doesn’t have the time to focus on it now, as he’s nudged towards the mansion over the hill.
Once inside, they’re led down a myriad of hallways that wind and twist. It occurs to Gladio that they’re being carted through the house with no attempt to hide their location, which isn’t a good sign for being let go. They’re going to have to plan some sort of escape, but if their captor is as much for showmanship as he’s demonstrated so far, there’s a potential for it. One thing he’s always noticed about actors is that the bigger they play, the harder they fail.
He and Ignis are quiet, each assessing the situation in their own unique ways. Ignis’ eyes occasionally flicker to Prompto, and Gladio can tell he’s concerned for the younger man; Gladio is concerned for sure as well. He hasn’t woken up yet, and the longer it goes the worse the potential damage is.
A few moments later, they’re both guided into a concrete room about as wide as two adjacent broom closets. It’s cold, and the door is barred with barely enough room for an arm to fit through. Gladio tempers his frustration and looks around to see if there’s anything they can use.
“Home sweet home,” Leland says dryly as he unceremoniously dumps Prompto onto the floor. Ignis holds back a flinch as his wrists are freed with the swipe of a knife, and the door is quickly shut behind them. “You can untie the others if you want,” Leland says through the bars, almost as an afterthought as he starts to walk away. “But you’ll all do as you’re told, if you want to keep the prince alive.”
Ignis clenches his molars together, though he keeps his face carefully blank. “And what guarantee do we have that Noct is alive and well?” He already knows the answer that is coming; he just wants to confirm it before he attempts to formulate any further.
Leland shrugs. “None, I guess.” He doesn’t offer much more than that as he ambles away.
As soon as the door down the hall slams shut, Ignis is on his knees and checking on Prompto. The younger man’s brow is furrowed in pain, and Ignis quickly works at the ropes binding him. Gladio stands, waiting for Ignis to finish caring for Prompto. He’s impatient to be freed and regain some sort of control over the situation, but he knows that Prompto needs the attention first and bides his time. The adviser frowns and strips his jacket, folding it into a makeshift pillow and tucking it beneath the blond’s head. He’ll have to try to rouse him in a bit, but he needs to help Gladio now.
“Turn ‘round,” he murmurs as he stands up. “I’ll get you out of those.” He makes quick work of the ropes and his hand pauses briefly as it passes down Gladio’s wrist. His wrists are chafed from struggling and Ignis wishes that he could do something for it. His hand draws away; he’s afraid to linger too long and potentially reveal any depth of feeling for the other man.
He doesn’t want to give them anything to use against any of them.
“You good?” Gladio asks as the ropes fall away and he turns back to face Ignis. This isn’t the time or the place for tender concern, but he can’t shake the image of Ignis unable to move with a blade pressed against his throat and he needs to be sure.
“No worse for the wear,” Ignis confirms. He pauses as he considers the best way to fill the tense silence. “Though our friend needs to wash his hands. His fingers were disgusting.” A less polished man would probably wipe his mouth with the back of his hand at this point. He debates whether or not he’s refined enough to fight the impulse, because he isn’t lying when he says that Kidman has nasty fingers. It makes him feel filthy just remembering.
Gladio wants to laugh. He thinks about it for a moment, but even Ignis’ jokes about his predicament remind him that it was close today – too close.
Ignis startles when Gladio’s hand closes briefly around his wrist, fingers brushing against the chafing on his own wrist; during the commotion Ignis hadn’t even realized it was there. “You tried to break loose, too,” he realizes. “At least until that coward started throwin’ threats like you throw spices.”
The adviser’s lips draw together in a wan smile. “As did you,” he reminds Gladio. There’s time to discuss all this later, however. “We’re going to have to find a way out of here and rescue Noct.” He glances around the room as Gladio had done earlier, looking at the room with an analytical gaze. “Did you see anything we could use?”
Gladio frowns as he drops Ignis’ wrist and gives the room another sweep. “There’s a few loose stones we might be able to work with, but I don’t think there’s anything besides that.”
Ignis sucks his teeth as he finds the aforementioned loose stones. Likely pulling them away wouldn’t lead to the outside if the room is as far situated in the house as he suspects, and trying to fashion them into weapons would be useless. They all still technically have access to their weapons; it’s just that pulling them out would spell death for each of them.
A chill seizes him as he realizes that if they cannot summon their weapons, then it means Noctis is dead. He tamps down on the impulse to call his daggers and ensure that he’s still alive, concerned that the sudden summoning of weapons would alert their captors.
“Any ideas?” Gladio’s voice pulls him back to the present and he’s grateful for something else to focus on.
Ignis gives him a brief rundown of the original plan he had formulated when things started to go south earlier. “So if we can coerce them to bring us all together again, I think that would be plausible. There are far too many variables for me to be comfortable with,” he admits, “but I fear that if we wait we will lose our chance.”
Gladio nods shortly. It’s the best option that he can see right now, though he’s just as unnerved by the number of variables that could rear up and bite them in the ass. “Where do you think they’re keeping Noct?”
The adviser kneels next to Prompto, placing a hand on his chest to check that his breathing is still even. “Not far. From what I remember, the Kidman family doesn’t often take prisoners unless there’s some benefit to them. They’ll only have one or two cells.”
The larger man seats himself on the floor, frowning as he looks at the bruise on Prompto’s temple. That’s going to be a hell of a headache when he finally wakes. “You know these guys?” he asks, glancing back up at Ignis.
He shakes his head. “Not personally. But I recall reading an article recently about them.” His lips twist wryly. “Written by our own Dino Ghiranze, in fact; I wish I had put two and two together sooner. The Kidman family is known for their wealth…not to mention the deposit of ore that they live on top of.” Ignis frowns. “I have to wonder now if Dino knew that he was sending us into the heart of their territory.”
The shield growls lowly, thinking of the reporter’s smug face. “You hear what they said out there, about him keepin’ his nose out of their business? He knew damn well what he was doing. It’s why the Hunters wouldn’t help him. They know the land and they know that the Kidmans are out here.”
Ignis sighs as he settles in and briefly lays a hand over Prompto’s forehead. He’s not convinced that Dino is entirely malicious so much as the kind of man who plays his hand close to the chest and only reveals his cards when it’s prudent to do so. Likely he had known that they wouldn’t go if they’d known there was a dangerous crime family nearby, and had tacitly withheld the information. “It would seem that he held more facts than we did. We’ll need to count it as a lesson in handling Dino moving forward.”
The dark-haired man will admit that he relaxes slightly at the words. Ignis knows they’re getting out of this, at least. Gladio knows that they have to, but Ignis’ confidence that they will is reassuring.
“For now,” Gladio offers, “seems like we’ll just have to wait and do what they want, until we can get Noct in the same room.” Saying the words aloud boosts his own assurance in the plan and he sets himself a little straighter.
He doesn’t realize he’s instinctively placed himself between the door and the other men, ready to shield them from whatever tries to enter.
Re: Ignis wears lingerie
Date: 2017-01-19 05:32 pm (UTC)Re: Alpha!Aranea/omega!Prompto
Date: 2017-01-19 05:32 pm (UTC)Aranea + Prompto - technically siblings bc Magitek experiments
Date: 2017-01-19 05:44 pm (UTC)I want all the shenanigans
Promptis, not the intended use
Date: 2017-01-19 06:03 pm (UTC)Can Noct put anything in the Armiger?
What can he do with them if he does?
+ Awkward fails while they're figuring this out, because this is a serious prompt and accidentally pelting someone with spectral dildos is serious business.
++ Noctis isn't the first of the royal line to try this stunt.
Fill: Stockholm's Puppy 1/?
Date: 2017-01-19 06:22 pm (UTC)“How long do you reckon it's been, Prompto? Days? Weeks?” Ardyn said, his voice echoing in the dimly lit chamber. He turned to the blond chained to the bed in the corner. Prompto sat on the floor, staring at nothing at all, looking a bit catatonic. Oh my. He'd better breathe some life into his guest. Ardyn couldn't fathom the boredom of fucking a zombie. Not when just a few days ago Prompto had been feisty enough to spit in his face. Ardyn had to wrestle him onto the bed and tie him up with one of his scarves, but not before receiving a nasty kick to his face. In the end, though...Prompto’s screams had been delicious. He was growing excited just remembering it.
Ardyn walked over to his motionless captive. “No response?” He said, lifting Prompto's chin up with his fingertips. He rubbed a bruise on the corner of the pretty mouth he'd had fun abusing yesterday. “Perhaps it has already been a month and still your king has not come for you.”
Silence. Prompto refused to meet his gaze. He jerked his chin out of Ardyn’s grasp, and a fresh pair of tears fell from his eyes. The little blond still had some fight in him, it seemed. Well, no matter. Ardyn had a feeling he was close to breaking him. How beautiful would he be then…?
“How long did you say you had been a friend to him? Five years? Maybe it was only you who felt the warmth of friendship. After all, your precious Noct is royalty and you are but a plebeian, a peasant. Even Gladio and Ignis are of noble stock. In fact, if it weren't for you working oh so hard to be accepted by the prince, I doubt they would have even given you the time of day. I'm afraid that's how it is with the highborn.”
More silence.
Ardyn lifted Prompto’s chin once more, this time making sure to have a firm enough grip so he wouldn't be able to move away. Prompto still diligently avoided looking at him, instead staring at the wall behind him. “Perhaps they saw fit to finally be rid of you. I must say, they seem better as a trio, considering Noct’s royal power, Gladio's strength and Ignis's intelligence. You've always been the odd one out, my dear.”
“N-no...N-Noct said…” Prompto finally spoke up, his voice trembling. More tears trailed down his face. He just looked so cute like this. Ardyn wanted to him cry more.
“Hmm…? Noct said what, darling?”
“...I-I’m...I’m not…”
“Go on, you can tell me.”
“He said…I’m not...u-useless…!”
“Ohhh….did he really? And you believed him? He could have saved you after pushing you off the train, couldn't he have? Yet he chose not to. Maybe he caught wind of your dirty little secret.”
Prompto let out a small cry of despair. More tears fell as he began to cry, hanging his head. It was so beautiful, finally getting him to crack. It had been a long road, but Ardyn was starting to see the end of it...and he was very excited to reach it.
“Oh my, touchy subject? His reaction is only natural, you know. Not many people would want anything to do with a MT. Only other forsaken ones would understand you. Which means you are very lucky to have me.” Ardyn knelt down and wrapped his arms around Prompto's shaking body, rubbing his back reassuringly. He felt the primal rise of his arousal and briefly wondered if Prompto could feel how hard he was. Not that it mattered for one, he was getting it one way or another.
“Oh no, sweetheart, save those lovely tears.” Ardyn cooed with a voice dripping in honey. “I was only trying to get you to open your eyes. Noct, Ignis, Gladio...They were never your friends. You will never be able to fit in with them, understand? You'll simply get in the way.” He rubbed the back of Prompto's head slowly, in what was supposed to be a soothing manner but he ended up grabbing the boy by his hair and pulling his head back. “But...I don't think you're useless at all. I saved you from the train...And subsequently, from your king all because I could see that you had a gift.”
Prompto raised his pretty blue eyes to meet Ardyn’s. There was a smaller glimmer of hope shining in their depths, as opposed to their lifeless state over the past couple of days. It had only been a week since he'd kidnapped Prompto but there was absolutely no sense of time here in the Keep, a fact Ardyn could abuse quite thoroughly with a bit of magick.
“Gift…?” Prompto's voice held hope like that of a child's on Christmas morning.
“Oh yes, my dear. You are exceedingly talented. Traveling with the baby king, you weren't allowed to use your skills to their full potential. A shame, really. However, with me...I will see to it that they become well developed.” Ardyn's smiled, letting go of his cute little blond who stared at him as if witnessing a miracle in that very moment. It almost broke his heart... now that was a funny thought. He tenderly rubbed one of Prompto's wet cheeks with the back of his hand. “The only question is, are you ready? Are you done thinking of yourself as useless? Are you prepared to show the monarch who abandoned you how worthy you are?”
“Y-yes…!” Prompto's answer was the most enthusiastic thing out of his mouth since being held prisoner, besides those beautiful screams.
“That’s a good boy.”Ardyn stood and sat on the edge of the bed behind them. The edge might have been the cleanest part of it, now that he thought about it. He tugged on the chain leading to the shackle around Prompto's neck. “I'll unchain you once you've earned it. Now… something tells me you would be very good at sucking. Care to prove me right and use that mouth on my lonely cock?”
Prompto moved so he was sitting between Ardyn’s legs, face to the apparent bulge in his pants. He tugged on the zipper slowly at first, like he was expecting a beast to pop out. An amusing sight, truly.
“It won't bite, I promise.” Ardyn said with a chuckle.
Swallowing, Prompto quickly finished with the zipper. He hesitated for a moment, looking up at the other man questionably.
“Oh, did I forget to mention? I don't particularly care for undergarments, I find they get in the way.”
“Okay...here I go.” Prompto took the head into his mouth, gingerly like he was still afraid of it. He started off slowly again so Ardyn decided to be a good sport and help him. He grabbed a handful of golden hair and began to thrust into the welcoming, moist cavern that was Prompto's mouth.
“Swallow it and keep it down this time, darling. I'm afraid these sheets can't take much more of me.” Ardyn was a bit surprised at how breathy his voice was already. He'd been more excited than he'd thought. Well...this was surprising...he was going to come soon and Prompto was trying so hard for his approval. He would have wanted to enjoy this moment more.
“...Ah...Yes, you're doing so well…mmm…” Ardyn tightened his hold on the soft blond locks in his hand. Prompto seemed to grow a lot more enthusiastic after being praised. He even began to massage Ardyn’s balls with one of his hands. So, he got off on that kind of thing…
Ardyn only lasted about a minute after that. He decided to let Prompto know he did well by letting out a low moan when he came. He flopped backwards on the bed. After catching his breath, he sat up. “Did you swallow it all? Let’s see.”
Prompto opened his mouth, showing that he'd indeed done as Ardyn had asked of him. “...how’d I do…?” He waited for an answer with bated breath, as if he'd never been praised before.
“You'll receive no complaints from me, my dear. Now...” Ardyn ruffled Prompto's hair as if he were a puppy. He smiled and patted his lap expectantly. “Allow me to reward you for your excellent work.”
Re: Ignis wears lingerie
Date: 2017-01-19 06:35 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis/Noctis cross dressing
Date: 2017-01-19 06:38 pm (UTC)Re: Any Two Chocobros - Our Get Along shirt.
Date: 2017-01-19 06:40 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn/anyone, healing!sex
Date: 2017-01-19 06:54 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: The Wrong Kind of Family (2/?)
Date: 2017-01-19 07:08 pm (UTC)*chinhands* This is the literal best... <3 They're in such an awful situation and I looooove it hehehe
Re: Fill: The Wrong Kind of Family (2/?)
Date: 2017-01-19 07:16 pm (UTC)Re: Minifill
Date: 2017-01-19 07:17 pm (UTC)Re: Promptis, not the intended use
Date: 2017-01-19 07:18 pm (UTC)Re: Promptis, not the intended use
Date: 2017-01-19 08:01 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis wears lingerie
Date: 2017-01-19 08:05 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis wears lingerie
Date: 2017-01-19 08:07 pm (UTC)Chocobros + Gordon Ramsay, Hell's Kitchen AU
Date: 2017-01-19 08:07 pm (UTC)+Noctis accidentally falls asleep and almost sets his station on fire
++Prompto cries when Ramsay yells at him for raw scallops (wastes like 20 of them)
+++Ignis wows Ramsay with his famous dish (you pick) and Ramsay is all like 'AT LEAST SOMEONE IS FUCKING COMPETENT ENOUGH'
++++Gladio wows the customers with his muscles and Ramsay yells 'PATHETIC'
+++++Ardyn gets yelled at for his ridiculous outfit. It's a fire hazard.
Extra: And maybe an event where Ramsay invites Regis to do some taste testing.
Re: Promptis, not the intended use
Date: 2017-01-19 08:09 pm (UTC)Ardyn/himself, masturbation
Date: 2017-01-19 08:10 pm (UTC)Re: Microfill
Date: 2017-01-19 08:24 pm (UTC)Ignis/Noctis- Exposed+Paparazzi+Forced coming out
Date: 2017-01-19 08:27 pm (UTC)+Regis reaction and talk in his office with big fight between Noctis and Regis, where all of Noctis issues with Regis come out
+Supportive Lunafreya
+Ignis gets accused of "sleeping his way to the top" by many
Re: Ardyn/Prompto/Noctis-Prostitution AU
Date: 2017-01-19 08:28 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: The Wrong Kind of Family (2/?)
Date: 2017-01-19 08:31 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis/Noctis- Exposed+Paparazzi+Forced coming out
Date: 2017-01-19 08:32 pm (UTC)