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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: Promptis, not the intended use
Date: 2017-01-19 08:33 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: The Wrong Kind of Family (2/?)
Date: 2017-01-19 08:40 pm (UTC)Noctis, diagnosed with narcolepsy
Date: 2017-01-19 08:43 pm (UTC)Noct falling asleep at the most inopportune, embarrassing and sometimes dangerous times. Having conversations/doing things he doesn't remember. Always fighting against exhaustion. Everyone thinks he's lazy or that the crystal has something to do with it, but it turns out that he actually has a medical condition.
Can be during game events or pre-game (if pre-game, would prefer Noct to be in his late teens). Would like it to stay gen, but definitely not opposed to some Ignis/Noctis if you want to go there. Other than that, go wild, have fun lol.
Ignis/Aranea - Iggy doms the fuck out of Aranea, multiple orgasms, etc.
Date: 2017-01-19 08:58 pm (UTC)Bonus points for collars, leashes, tying Aranea up, vibrators, etc.
Yes to Ignis calling her "pet," but no petplay please.
Prompto/Noctis - Pet Names
Date: 2017-01-19 09:00 pm (UTC)Bonus for them not even actually being in a relationship; they just do it to fuck with them.
Re: Noctis, diagnosed with narcolepsy
Date: 2017-01-19 09:07 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: The Wrong Kind of Family (2/?)
Date: 2017-01-19 09:15 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn/Noctis, Falling for him
Date: 2017-01-19 09:57 pm (UTC)Fill: The Sunlight Hurts My Eyes 1/?
Date: 2017-01-19 10:03 pm (UTC)__
Ignis quite literally cannot recall the last time he felt so...utterly helpless and useless. He’d been ambushed of his sight by the man who killed Lady Lunafreya. The very same man who had rescued them from the fall of the meteor. The Chancellor of Niflheim, Ardyn Izunia. He'd ambushed Ignis as soon as he'd finished off a group of MTs blocking the way off the destroyed palatial terrace. Ignis was supposed to meet up with Gladio and Prompto so they could all get to safety while Noctis battled the Hydrean. However, he'd taken a quick detour to check on the prince before leaving and found Noct paralyzed and the Chancellor closing in on Lady Lunafreya with a weapon in hand. He'd quickly thrown a dagger at the Chancellor to stop him from harming the Oracle, but he'd been just a second too late...
Ignis had been so careless as to not pay more attention to his surroundings after that; he’d been solely concentrated on escaping. With the awakening of Leviathan causing chaos all around Altissia, that would have been cause for him to pay great attention. Now as it were, Ardyn had him pinned to the ground, perched atop his back like some overgrown crow. His hand was clamped down over Ignis’s eyes, effectively robbing him of his sight. He had only his hearing and sense of touch to go by. As far as he could tell the battle between Noct and Leviathan was still going strong, and his clothes were no sooner to drying than they had been before being ambushed.
“Calm down, darling.” Ardyn cooed in his ear as Ignis struggled to be free of his grip. “I’ve done nothing to your dear, dear King...even though I felt the dagger you launched into my shoulder before parting with the Oracle. What a lovely present that was.” He forced Ignis's head up, bending the upper half of his body back painfully. “I’ve only come to give you a gift in return.”
Ignis heard the crackle of fire before he felt the searing pain spread across his face. He'd been taught from a young age to have a high tolerance for pain, and had an excellent poker face. He'd been burned, frostbitten and struck by lightning on this journey with Noctis. Had gotten cut, bitten, hit with paws and talons three times his size. He'd always taken it all in stride. But this pain, this was worse than anything he'd ever felt in his entire life. It ripped several screams from his throat. He thrashed, desperately trying to throw Ardyn off of him in vain. The fire continued to scorch his very soul.
“How does it feel, Ignis? Good?” Ardyn spoke again. “Oh, baby...your screams are so tantalizing.” He said the last part in a low, sensual tone. He ground his hips against Ignis’s backside. Ardyn was hard.
Ignis didn’t think he'd be able to take much more. His throat was beginning to feel raw. He couldn't even tell if there were tears pouring from his burning eyes. He could hardly feel anything besides the fire. That was until the fire finally cooled from Ardyn’s hand, leaving a strange numbness in the wake. He was hardly able to catch his breath, as something replaced the earlier pain quickly.
Ardyn pushing into him caused another scream to escape from his mouth. Ignis hadn't felt the Chancellor remove his clothing. The pain exploded over his backside. He felt as if he were being stabbed.
“How do you think Gladio will react when he sees you, burned and with cum leaking out that ass he loves so much? Or think of your poor king, fighting for his life while you take my cock into your greedy body? What about Prompto, that sweet and caring soul. I sincerely hope he doesn't run into any trouble. The Empire can be so very cruel-” Ardyn stopped suddenly with a grunt, followed by a breathless chuckle. He pulled Ignis up again.
“Darling,” Ardyn’s voice was hungry and breathy. “You tightened up so deliciously I almost reached my limit. How about a little more...stimulation?”
The fire returned with more force than before. Screaming. Thrashing. Burning...no, Ignis didn’t think it could just be summed up as burning anymore. He somehow found the strength to bite down on Ardyn’s pinky finger when it slipped down from its place underneath his nose. That only caused Ardyn to shudder.
“Ohh...yesss… you should bite me harder, Iggy…” Ardyn hissed and his thrusts became harder, more erratic. He stiffened suddenly,heavy breaths pouring from his mouth. Ignis felt the hot, sticky liquid fill him and dread sunk deep in his stomach.
“...you've earned this load, darling...shall we go another round?” Ardyn panted in his ear with a sickening chuckle.
“IGGY!!” The sound of Gladio’s voice was like a godsend, a heavenly mirage over his screams. Ignis wasn't sure if he should trust his ears. As if to confirm, Ardyn made a little sound of disappointment and his hand finally slipped from Ignis’s face.
Gladio’s rushing footsteps stopped short of Ignis's side. He heard wjat he assumed to beGladio’s fist connect with something followed by a quiet, surprised gasp.
“You should calm down, Gladio. Wouldn't want to hurt your precious Ignis more, correct? We were only having a little fun.”
“I'm gonna fucking end you-”
“Shh. So your knight comes to your rescue. How fortunate for you...Iggy.” Ardyn’s painful presence finally left his body. “Oh, Amicitia, see to it that he is given immediate medical attention. His eyesight isn't at all what it used to be. Tata for now.” He laughed as he walked away and the sound seemed to swallow even the distant roars of Leviathan.
“I-Iggy, can you hear me? Iggy!!” How long has it been since he's heard Gladio’s voice even remotely shake?
“...it’s been a long time...” Ignis started, but Gladio spoke before he could finish his sentence. He meant to say it had been so long since he'd heard his voice tremble.
“I know, I'm sorry it took so long. But I'm gonna get you outta here.” Ignis felt Gladio gingerly slide his hands under his body and carefully turn him over. “...shit.” He spoke so quietly his voice was nearly lost under the sound of roaring water.
Ignis managed to sit up, ignoring the pain emanating from his backside. Panic seized his chest and spread throughout his body like blood. Wasn't it day when they'd first arrived at the palace? Why was it so dark?! Was there something over his eyes?! There was only a searing ache when he tried to blink. With shaky hands he reached up to touch his face. His eyes felt...strange...burned, yes...he'd expected that but-but-but...why couldn't he see…?
“...G-Gladio...I...I can't...where are you…?” Ignis can hardly hear his own voice. He reached out, searching through the darkness. He felt Gladio grab his wrist.
“No time, Iggy. We gotta go, now.” Gladio put one hand on his back and one hand under his knees before scooping him up. “...I'm sorry if running’s gonna hurt you.” He started to run, and the cool spray of water from the ocean feels good on Ignis’s face. One small comfort besides Gladio being there…
“Please...please...tell me, what's wrong with my eyes…?” Ignis moves his hands along the front of Gladio’s soaked shirt, trying to find purchase but the fabric was too wet and slippery to get any kind of grip. “I can't see…I can't see...Gladio, I can't see!”
“...Iggy…” Came Gladio’s quiet response.
“Is it...bad?”
“...burned as hell.”
“.......are...are my eyes...open?”
“...no. Please, Iggy...just rest up while I get us back to safety.” Under his fingers, Ignis felt Gladio stiffen. He was trying to say I can't take this, like he had when his father was killed. So Ignis decided to quiet the questions still rising in his throat and allowed himself to lean onto Gladio. It was by adrenaline and willpower alone that he had stayed awake this long...
Re: Fill: The Wrong Kind of Family (2/?)
Date: 2017-01-19 10:12 pm (UTC)Seriously though I'm so happy everyone seems to be liking this so far :D I'm still working my way through it!
Re: Prompto/Noctis - Pet Names
Date: 2017-01-19 10:16 pm (UTC)Prompto/Noctis, black clothes
Date: 2017-01-19 11:11 pm (UTC)Maybe Noct would ask Prom to stay the night because its late so he would lend him some clothes to sleep in or something like that. Noctis would get all fustrated and blushy because Prompto looks so good in his color.
+++if Noctis kisses him senseless after seeing him in black.
Re: Fill: Beep Beep [Promptis] - OP
Date: 2017-01-19 11:29 pm (UTC)Oh man, if you don't mind contributing to the Promptanea goodness, that would be amazing~~
Re: Ardyn/Noctis, Falling for him
Date: 2017-01-20 12:32 am (UTC)Re: FILL: in this together [gladio/ignis/prompto/noct (A/B/O)] - 1/???
Date: 2017-01-20 12:43 am (UTC)Ignis fondly reaches over Gladio’s sleeping body to run his fingers through Noct’s hair, and his hand hovers at his neck, where there are three bright red, distinct, sets of teeth marks at the crook of his neck, right where it meets shoulder.
YASSS. THIS IS EXACTLY THE QUALITY CONTENT I LIVE FOR.
Re: Alpha!Aranea/omega!Prompto
Date: 2017-01-20 12:52 am (UTC)OP
Date: 2017-01-20 01:02 am (UTC)Can't wait to see what happens next :D
Gladio/Noct
Date: 2017-01-20 01:08 am (UTC)Bottom!Noctis
Re: Chocobros + Gordon Ramsay, Hell's Kitchen AU
Date: 2017-01-20 01:16 am (UTC)FILL ON AO3 Re: Chocobro Polyship - Outside POV 5 times +1 reactions
Date: 2017-01-20 01:44 am (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/9393614/chapters/21265046
Ardyn/Noctis or Gen, Political Prisoner
Date: 2017-01-20 02:00 am (UTC)Re: Promptis, not the intended use
Date: 2017-01-20 02:16 am (UTC)Nonny I just spit my water EVERYWHERE
Re: Fill: Reach & Flexibility, Noctis/Gladio
Date: 2017-01-20 02:57 am (UTC)~A!A
Re: Ardyn/Noctis or Gen, Political Prisoner
Date: 2017-01-20 03:10 am (UTC)Re: Fill: The Wrong Kind of Family (3/?)
Date: 2017-01-20 03:12 am (UTC)...
Noctis is about ready to tear his hair out by the time he’s thrown in the cell. His is as big as the small utility closet in his old apartment, and he can barely stretch his arms out without scraping his knuckles against the walls.
But that’s not what’s on his mind right now. Right now, he’s trying to figure out how to get out of here.
Kidman’s barely said a word the entire walk through the house, and he carelessly kicks the barred door shut behind him. Immediately Noctis is at the door, gripping the bars and glowering out at him.
“We don’t want your ore,” he tries, repeating Gladio’s words from earlier in the hopes that maybe they’ll get through this time. “We just want to get back to Galdin Quay.”
Hazel eyes dart back to him and a single pink eyebrow raises; the thought flitters through Noct’s mind that this guy might genuinely be so vain as to dye his eyebrows to match his ridiculous hair. “I’ve got the crown prince of Lucis,” Kidman says slowly, “and you think I’m gonna just let him walk out of here? There’s so many people who’d be willing to pay up for your safe return!” A cruel smirk twists his lips as he leans his weight against the door, hand stretched over his head lazily as he looks Noctis over.
Noctis’ stomach clenches. Lucis has fallen, and the world is in an uproar. His father is dead and Luna could be as well. Niflheim has their claws sunk into every meaty corner of the world, and this is why Noctis has been trying to lie low as he makes his way to Altissia. The only people he knows for sure are still alive and would be willing to pay for his safe return are locked away in a different cell in the house.
And dammit, Kidman knows that. His smirk widens as he continues. “Oh, wait,” he says, his voice pitching in a lilt again. “They’re all dead, aren’t they, prince?” Noctis can’t reply other than to clench his teeth. “There goes your hope of a ransom.” Kidman slips his knife seemingly out of his sleeve and lightly drags it along the bars, creating a little tune. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and Ghiranze will notice you’re missing.” But judging by the way he chortles to himself, Noctis knows that’s about as likely as Ignis sleeping past 6 am.
Could he pay his own ransom – give these people something that would intrigue them? He thinks about the few possessions that they actually have that a crime family could find interesting. There’s the Oracle Ascension coins – they certainly qualify as interesting – but Noct is loath to part with them as they remind him of Luna. He supposes that he could offer to turn over the Regalia, but he’s pretty sure dealing with Cindy and Cid’s wrath over losing the classic car would be more deadly than this guy.
“Ah, you’re too fun to play with.” Kidman reaches his hand through the bars and lightly nudges Noctis’ cheek. “I’ll keep you around…for now, at least.”
Maybe this guy is more deadly. Noctis fights the urge to flinch away as he’s touched and grips the bars harder to steady himself. “Where are the others?” he asks, staring Kidman down.
The older man doesn’t even deign to raise his eyes to answer; he’s idly cleaning out under his nails with the tip of the knife. “Safe, if you do what we tell you,” he says easily. “But I know they’re gonna behave, since they’re all so worried.”
The prince remembers how easily Ignis had surrendered once Noctis was surrounded, and he flinches. He starts to fear that they may well and truly be screwed right now and his grip loosens slightly on the bars in shock.
“Better get some rest, Noct.” Kidman’s harsh voice draws his gaze back up. “I’ll be back soon enough.” He smirks, shoves his hands into his pockets, and ambles away.
As his footsteps echo down the hallway, Noctis slams his fists against the bars. It isn’t that they aren’t all strong enough to fight back, but with them all separated and these brutes threatening the others, Noctis knows that resistance is more difficult.
---
The first thing that Prompto notices when he comes to is that he’s lying on the cold concrete floor and he has a crick in his back. The second thing he notices is the jacket tucked underneath his head and the pounding in his temples. He moves to sit up, but a slim hand presses lightly against his chest.
“Not so quickly, now,” Ignis’ voice speaks. “You’ve taken quite a blow to the head.” He’s only wearing his button-down, telling Prompto that the adviser was the one to shed his jacket for him.
Prompto groans but relaxes back against the floor. “My head hurts.” He’s trying not to whine, but the edge of one creeps in anyways.
Gladio smirks wryly. “Yeah, not surprised. You got clipped pretty bad.”
His gaze darts around before realizing that Noctis isn’t with them and too quickly he sits up. His head throbs in protest, but he shoves it aside. Prompto’s stomach clenches as he realizes that the situation they’re all in is far worse than he could have feared. “Where’s Noct?” He sees that the room is small and bare and that they are the only three present. The panic is clear as he desperately searches both Ignis and Gladio’s faces for some hint of where his friend is.
Ignis and Gladio give him a rundown of what has happened so far, Ignis taking his time to check over Prompto for any lasting signs of injury. By the end of their retelling, Prompto is practically vibrating in place and raring to go. “We have to save him,” he blurts. “Who knows what they’re gonna do to him?” They’ve tipped him off to their semblance of a plan, but he’s too jittery and nervous about it to sit still. “So we just…have to wait until they let us all get together?”
Ignis glances back to the hallway before nodding mutely. “I predict it won’t be long, as Kidman seems to like putting on a show.” He stills as the door swings open down the hallway and footsteps clomp towards them. He shifts his weight, standing and tucking Prompto behind him as Gladio steps forward to the door.
Kidman ambles up to the door, smirking at the sight of the three of them in a line. “Cute, you’re all lining up for me,” he chuckles. “Alright, guys. I need the prince to do a favor for me, so I need a volunteer to come along.” He glances over them briefly before pointing at Gladio and hooking his finger. “C’mere, big boy; you’ve been volunteered. Unless you want me to hurt your prince and then the two pretty boys behind you, of course.” His grin is almost gleeful now as he seems to consider new possibilities.
Gladio scowls and steps forward, hand itching with the impulse to summon his weapon and bash Kidman’s face in. “Alright,” he says instead, keeping his voice low. “I’ll come with you.”
Prompto’s on his feet now, pupils blown wide with fear as he watches Gladio exit the cell. “Hey, leave him alone!” He makes a move, but is stopped by the double-pronged assault of Ignis’ arm against his chest to stop him from stepping forward and the sight of Kidman pulling his knife and pointing it at Gladio’s throat. All three of them freeze, and Prompto finds that he can barely breathe for his fear.
“You were out like a light before, so this is the only warning I’m gonna give you.” Kidman’s voice has swung back into that dangerous tone and Ignis splays his palm wide across Prompto’s torso to keep him in place. “You play by my rules here. You protest, and someone’s gonna get hurt.” He pauses as Prompto stays still and nods mutely. “There ya go.” With a smirk, he nudges Gladio out of the cell and kicks the door shut behind them.
As soon as they’re both gone, Prompto looks at Ignis with shame in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I-I didn’t mean to get him hurt – ”
Despite his concerns about showing affection to any of them, Ignis shifts to press his palm firmly against Prompto’s back. “You needn’t apologize; Gladio is unharmed,” he says, bleeding a bit of warmth into his voice in an attempt to help calm the younger man. “This man Kidman…” He tenses slightly once more. “He’s toying with all of us. No matter what we do, there’s always some threat of punishment.”
The blond glances out through the bars, biting his lip. He hopes that Noct and Gladio will be alright. He already doesn’t like that they’ve been separated, but slowly they’re taking away the others, too. Prompto tenses as he wonders if Ignis will be dragged away next, leaving him alone.
“We will find a way out of here, Prompto,” Ignis reminds him firmly. “If they are indeed taking us away to coerce Noct, then it means we have a chance to put our plan into motion sooner.”
Prompto nods, letting Ignis’ words comfort him. The thought of what this Kidman might be doing makes him sick, but he knows that he has to be strong so they can rescue Noctis.