Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1

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Ignis/Noctis or Gen: Ignis is the new Accursed

[(Anonymous)]

The aftermath of Episode Ignis alternate ending isn't as happy as it first seems. As time goes on more and more darkness gathers around Ignis. Strange things start to happen around him, and most importantly he no longer ages. Whether Noctis ends up having to kill Ignis, or Ignis has to live thousands of years without Noctis until a new Chosen King of Light is born is up to you. I just want to see the "good" ending turn out to be a bad ending

Ignis/Noctis Ignis is the new Accursed [FILL 1/3]

[(Anonymous)]

The men standing before him tear what remains of Ignis Scientia's heart to shreds.
Not literally, not yet, but that will come soon enough. Well, perhaps not quite soon enough, but soon all the same. The thought, that realization, curls the edge of his lip and straightens his back and just nearly draws a chuckle from his throat. Nearly, but not quite. His head turns, inclines toward the sea and toward the island set not far upon it, and it's a meaningful glance even if this lot doesn't realize it yet.

This lot. Hell, he feels like he could reach out and touch them and it would pull him back some thousand years; like it would pull him back to humanity. There's a certain sensation, a roiling through belly and veins, when the scourge unsettles itself and courses and rebels against what better sense he's managed to retain. It's a feeling that reminds him what and where and when he is. All appearances to the contrary, he is not looking again on his friends. He is not face-to-face with his long gone lover.

"Answer me. Who are you?" There lies a certain desperation in that voice that is as familiar to Ignis as the shape of his face and the cold burn of his eyes. He's taken aback once more, though a few dozen centuries' practice prevents him from betraying as much.

"Do you know the story of the Chosen King?" Ignis's head tilts toward the trio before him now, "Who returned light to a dark world and delivered his people from endless scourge?" He isn't speaking past them, nor is he ignoring the new king's question, though it will still be some time before the retinue realizes as much.

"Everyone knows the story," it is the man who is not Gladio who speaks, gruff and unrelenting as a hundred fathers before him. He places himself between Ignis and the king and crosses arms against his barrel chest, "it's why we're here. Kinda seems like you already know that, though-"

"-Clarus. Enough," Ignis smiles properly at the new interruption. He can't put a name to the man, but he can guess at the role. He can impose himself on the companion, dozens and dozens of lifetimes ago, and he can appreciate the hiss in his voice.

"No matter. The Pilgrimage has been the rite of many before you. No sensitive information is being compromised," except, of course, the sensitive information that Ignis is standing before a king; a Chosen King at that, though he questions whether that piece of information is one yet shared. Ignis has fought long to keep so many signs to that end subtle, but that fight- all of his fights, blessedly- are near to an end. An increase in daemon activity, nights that seem to roll in quicker than they've any right... he remembers it all too well. A burden he hates to place on another, but one he can only pray will at last end here.

"Then why are you messing with us? We have a ship to catch, so if you don't mind-" Ignis steps aside when the young king-both unknown and so painfully familiar-moves to pass him down the pier. He holds the same short smirk while he weathers the glares of king and shield both and he attempts to display some surprise when the advisor lingers behind them.

"The Chosen King fought alongside his friends to free Lucis from the Empire and then to free the world from the Betrayer King. The old prophecies said he would bring the dawn and end the scourge, but that didn't happen," there is a venom in that voice that Ignis is startled by just as much as he is intrigued. He has, it seems, underestimated at least this one of their number. He knows the words that will follow- not precisely, but in their spirit and at their core- and he closes his eyes against them.

"King Noctis was crossed by his closest friend and the world was damned again, doomed to relive the cycle of scourge and darkness, until the crystal would choose a new champion. That's the story you want to hear, right?"

"Want is not precisely the word I would settle on," Ignis sighs his response and he opens his eyes to find a pair burning into him.

"I know what my king might face. I'll be standing by him until the end if he does. I do not covet the ring or the crystal. I don't need any history lesson to know I won't repeat it. So tell me. Who are you?"

Ignis ponders the words, he holds the stare, unblinking and unmoving. There won't be any simple stepping aside here, though he would expect-would hope-for nothing else. He knows the spark in those eyes and some distant part of him, some part that still resembles humanity, aches over it.

"I am a man of great consequence. I fear you already know."

---

"I'm pretty sure you're allowed to drop the titles now," Noctis smiled at his own tease and the expression turned Ignis to absolute liquid in his arms. He drew the other man closer, fingers kneading at the warmth hidden in the curve of his spine, running to splay across over-defined ribs and sinewy muscle and a body that hadn't known such touch in a full decade.

"I wouldn't dare disrespect my king," Ignis retorted, a smile hidden in the length of Noct's hair, in the kisses he peppered over his forehead and against the line of his jaw. This moment was impossible, a fact that sat heavily in Ignis's mind. Ten years of struggle against a destiny set for thousands before. Impossible, and still they managed their way here, to the royal chambers and to the long abandoned bed and to each other's embrace after a near lifetime apart.

"Your king," Noctis repeated. He pulled back enough that he might press their foreheads together, share a spark in his eyes and a jolt at the brushing of their lips, "who's life you happened to save. And who's bed you happen to share. Gonna go ahead and decree you can save those 'Your Majesty's."
"A fine reward for my service."

"I can probably come up with a finer one if you give me a few," Noctis laughed again and he drew back, just by inches, just to sweep his eyes over Ignis. His fingers ran reverence along his jaw and down his throat. A frown crossed his face for a moment there though, forefingers circling against a pulse point in a sort of examination, "I didn't even manage to leave a mark."

Ignis's expression dropped there as well and his fingers moved to cover Noct's, then to press over that same point. No extra sensitivity, no distant ache of a future bruise. Even the heat at his skin was no greater than what his body would produce by nature. He could all but still feel the attack of tongue and teeth at the point, could all but picture the dark mottling that had been created countless times in the past. Strange. Troubling, in a way that Ignis wasn't keen yet to pinpoint.

"Perhaps you've lost your touch," he opted to continue the line of teasing, even as something tugged at his mind, some warning he couldn't place reason to. He won a chuckle from the words and the sensation of wet heat running again at that spot.

"I'll just have to try harder. Good thing I have all the time in the world."

---

"You're following us."

Ignis doesn't think he'll ever quite manage to get past the familiarity in that voice. The Amicitia line runs strong, he finds himself reflecting, in more way than one. A little shave along the sides, an opened shirt, and Ignis is sure there would be little distinguishing between this shield and the one he stood beside so long ago.

"Coincidence, I assure you," he doesn't hide the lie when he says it. He's antagonizing, and the anger crossing the man's face seems to please the black current in Ignis's veins. He absolutely despises it, despises himself, though he thinks he hides it well. He hides it behind a sharp tongue and a short smirk, and eyes that look a thousand years past Clarus. Even the name amuses him, one tangentially tied-unknowingly, inadvertently-to that soon-repeated past.

"Bullshit," Ignis appreciates the brevity just as much as the barely-contained vitriol buried in it. Good, he thinks make it work for you. He recalls the tension between Gladio and Noctis, the difficulties that likewise arose. He recalls too, though, the way that it bolstered Gladio's resolve, the way it focused him even if primarily out of spite.

They stand looking at the water again, though from quite the opposite perspective to their last meeting. Ignis has always had a soft spot for Altissia, even if it scarcely resembles the one he briefly knew when he would have been standing here with Gladio himself rather than some shadow thereof.

"You should be with your king," Ignis points out, after some silence falls between them. The tension is thick and, in perfect honesty, it's quite spoiling a rare moment of peace. He wants to reminisce. He wants to remind himself of things that haven't been in so very long. Like this, all he can think of is the fact that this place-almost exactly this spot-is where he had made that decision, where he had destined himself to return in this way.

"He's at the altar. There's nothing I can do there," the frustration isn't directed at Ignis this time, present though it still is.

"I suppose not," he agrees, shifts more of his weight against the railing before him, "you're worried. You think he'll be denied the blessing?"

"More worried that he won't," that response is properly startling, nearly knocks Ignis off balance. He turns his gaze, turns his face to a frown.

"Words ill-befitting a sworn shield."

"Bullshit. Again. You know what's happening here. Artis wasn't wrong about you, was he?" The question isn't a question. It makes Ignis snap more thoroughly to reality, to the present. To the fact that he really is staring down his end days. All of their end days if that trial at the altar doesn't proceed as planned.

"I get quite the impression he's rarely wrong about anything."

"Then why the hell aren't you trying to stop us? If you're really... him, why don't you fight?" The confusion, the frustration, it's entirely understandable. Ignis doesn't think it should make him smile, but damned if it doesn't. He shakes his head and he turns his eyes back to the sea.

"Artis isn't wrong, but his perspective is... somewhat lacking. I could hardly blame him for it. There's only one view from where he stands. It's unfortunate, though. Dangerous, really," Ignis shakes his head and he makes an absolutely dramatic show of sighing. That much is the truth and it's one he fears they might all yet be damned by.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind that. The important thing is that you stay your path. These are dangerous times, don't you think?"

"Yeah, because of you," Ignis laughs aloud at that accusation and he shakes his head once more.

"Unfortunately so. Don't forget that."

---

"How long did you know?" Ignis was nearly staggered back physically by the words, by the accusation beneath them. He should have expected nothing less, but it still hurts him, still kills him in every way but the one that it should-that it might, if he's not careful.

"I've had my suspicions, however-"

"-No. No avoiding the question, Ignis. How long did you know what it was doing to you? From the very start?" it wasn't simple rage in Noctis's voice. If it was, perhaps this would have been easier. Perhaps Ignis could have stepped away and accepted his fate without the sudden sensation of his soul being rent from his body. It's hurt, though. Betrayal. It's a thousand little emotions, a million moments where Ignis could and should have stepped back.

When did he know?

It wasn't an easy question to answer, whatever Noct implied. It had come in little signs, subtle warnings, vague sensations of unease and dread and, eventually, realization. It had come with bruises that didn't form and injuries that closed on a dime. It had come with dark corruption flooding his eyes when he woke and pumping thick through his heart, heavier with each day.

"I knew something was wrong for a while. As to what that was, I only came to understand in the past few weeks. I was searching out a way to confirm the suspicion."

"A while. How long is that, Ignis? How long did you stay with me while this was eating you? While the world was dying for it?" Ignis winced again and he let his head drop. His eyes stung, but the pain was somehow distant, too. Like he was grasping, gripping, trying to hurt more than hurting properly. Like he was losing-perhaps he had already lost-some part of himself to the corruption.

"It doesn't matter how long. It changes nothing," Ignis shot his response back sharp and deadly, with eyes narrowed and darkened, whether by that corruption or by his own emotion he couldn't rightly say. Was there any difference now? If so, he was sure there wouldn't be for long. Which meant he had to go, he had to leave, before it was no longer an option. Before he was nothing more than a shadow, bent on destruction. Bent on perpetrating the exact act he had been so willing to die to avoid.

"Like hell! We could have already stopped this. We-"

"-No, your majesty. We couldn't have. And we won't," his voice remained harsh and he stepped back, stance defensive, ready to avoid any strike, "everything I did was to save you, to ensure that you had a life to return to. I fought ten years for you to have a place in the world you saved. The prophecy... I was wrong. I couldn't stop it, I couldn't change it. Not the way I thought. But if you think that after all this, I'll still let you die..."

Ignis saw the moment the realization hit Noctis. It widened his eyes and pressed him a step back. It drew sparks of light and a sword into his hand and for just a moment Ignis considered staying, allowing it to happen. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it? He would still have won Noct those extra months in the end and they would have still saved the world for whatever generations would come.

But his mind flashed back. It flashed to the warmth of Noctis in his arms and his heart fluttering between his ribs when they shared their smiles. It flashed to Noct in his teens, struggling to cope with a title he had never asked for, a destiny so weighty even without the knowledge of a hasty and necessary end. He considered the warmth of sun on both their shoulders, saw himself chasing memories with dozens of failed variations on a recipe, watched his body lying prone before the altar in Altissia.

Perhaps it was that corruption, or maybe just the simple necessity of the situation, but Ignis moved faster than he knew he could and drove the butt of a dagger near the base of his skull. He caught him before he could fall limp and unconscious and he pressed his lips one final time to his forehead before he laid him down and fled for the sake of his king's life.

Gen or Noct/Ignis - rape retribution

[(Anonymous)]

Noct learns Ignis was raped despite Ignis trying as hard as he could to keep it a secret, and it takes everything to keep Noct from going out and murdering the man who did it.

+ the rape was dubious consent and Ignis blames himself

FFXV - Gladio/Ignis - Losing a bet

[(Anonymous)]

Can be gen, established relationship or it can be how they get together.

Looking for something where they make some bet and the loser has to be the other's slave for X length of time.

It can be a sweet and fluffy getting together fic, an excuse for some kinky Master/slave badness, or even something angsty where maybe they take it too far and the slave gets hurt/embarrassed or something?

Bonus points if one or both of them realize they like the idea of being a slave or owner. :)

Extra bonus if the slave bro has to do stuff like give foot rubs, hand feed the winner, fan them in the sun, carry their gear, etc.

Prompto/The Other Bros - Dom!Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto has a harem of subby chocobros. He's so sweet and cute and unassuming. Until he has you alone. >:)

The other boys all crave it, too.

Prompto/Various - self-destructive behavior

[(Anonymous)]

During World of Ruin, Prompto goes a little off the emotional deep end. Trying to process what happened to him in Gralea, and having a hard time adjusting to the painful loss of his best friend, he takes greater and greater sexual risks with strangers in order to just FEEL something!!!

Bonus points for abuse, dub-con and/or non-con, and choking

top!Prompto/bottom!Noctis - kidnapping roleplay

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis has always had a secret fantasy about being kidnapped and molested. Prompto is MORE than happy to oblige. ;)

Ignis/Prompto - knifeplay

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto has always found Ignis a little scary. And that's a huge turn-on. Especially when Iggy is holding sharp objects. Preferably to his throat.

Re: Ignis/Prompto - knifeplay

[(Anonymous)]

It's not my fic, but nonnie, do I have a fic for you: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12707172

+1 anyway, the world can always use more Iggy knifeplay.

Prompto/Ignis/Gladio - Abduction and rape role-play.

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto is having a hard time dealing with and moving past his time in Grelea, and everything Ardyn did to him. Finally, he asks Ignis and Gladio if they can indulge him in some abduction and rape role-play in the bedroom as a way for him to process his trauma. Iggy and Gladio are probably reluctant at first, but reaize it's something Prompto really needs, so eventually agree.

Noncon, the Kingsglaive haze Ignis

[(Anonymous)]

The Glaives are jealous that Ignis is powerful within the court and welcomed despite being a foreigner while the Glaives are discriminalted against. A group of the bad Glaives catch Ignis one night and take turns nonconning him and filling him with cum and piss.

+ DNW scat
++ Cor or Gladio rescues him
+++ aftercare
++++ Cor/Ignis

Luna/Noct, scrapbook messages

[(Anonymous)]

What it says on the tin! What do you think they wrote or sent to each other over the years?

Ignis/Any - foot massage.

[(Anonymous)]

My dude works way too hard and does it in fabulous shoes. Please give me Any looking after the poor boy after a long day. Prefer Brotherhood or Roadtrip Iggy. :)

FFXV Regis/Prompto - ABO - (Underage?)

[(Anonymous)]

basically Prompto and Regis go into heat and rut at the same time and they spend it together. They could be mated or not, don't really care for it. Underage Prompto is fine at least 16 yo please

Everything is consensual!

Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing

[(Anonymous)]

Crossposted from other meme with hopes of filler continuing and mire fillers.

I want something where someone is held prisoner or something and they are bathed by Ardyn. Whether he tries anything is up to you but I want the helplessness and tension of Ardyn potentially hurting them at any time.

Bonus if Ardyn is in the bath with them and takes his time.

While Prompto is always welcome, feel free to go with anyone from reader to Ignis.

Though op is fond of WoR Trans!Ravus without his arm...

Fill: Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing (Ardyn/Prompto, 1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

[Couldn’t resist taking a shot at this with Prompto! This will probably not involve any actual sex, but lots of touching and also drugging for compliance.]

Prompto comes to consciousness little by little, gradually becoming aware of the sound of running water somewhere close by and hands working on the straps and buckles of his snow gear. When he realizes whose hands they are, he tries to shove them away, but his arms feel loose and heavy and he ends up just pushing weakly at Ardyn’s shoulder.

“Ah, there you are.” Ardyn’s voice is low, gentle. “I was beginning to worry.”

His hands slide under Prompto and, despite the feeble attempts at resistance, lift him into a sitting position to divest him of his jacket. Prompto slumps forward, his head falling onto Ardyn’s shoulder. This close to him without a gun in hand, a spike of fear pierces the fuzziness in Prompto’s brain—and then another as Ardyn’s hands slide under his shirt and glide along bare skin.

“Wha—what are you—“ is all he gets out, the last word muffled as his shirt is pulled over his head.

“Just bear with me a moment,” Ardyn murmurs as he lays him back down. His hands linger on Prompto for just a few moments, thumbs stroking lightly over his skin, before he reaches down to remove the boots. Prompto’s attempt to kick him is as ineffectual as everything else has been, but for his trouble he gets a hand wrapped around his ankle in a grip hard enough to bruise, and Ardyn’s soft, cajoling voice turns to cold steel as he says “None of that.”

Then he’s back to soft and gentle, whispering “Shhh,” in response to Prompto’s weak protest as those relentless hands undo his belt. Casting about for something to focus on besides the fact that Ardyn Izunia is taking off his pants and he can’t do anything about it, Prompto notices that Ardyn, too, is much less clothed than usual—just a shirt and trousers, his feet bare and his sleeves rolled up past the elbows. It’s so weird to see him without, like, five other layers of clothing that it’s a few seconds before Prompto’s fuzzy brain can work past that to being grateful he’s not more undressed and hoping it stays that way.

Then the last of Prompto’s clothing is being pulled away, and it’s a weird, stomach-churning mashup of every bad dream he’s ever had about showing up to class naked and every worse dream he’s ever had where he’s facing down an enemy and grabs for his gun but it’s not there, and Ardyn is slipping one arm around his back and another beneath his knees and lifting him from the bench he’s been lying on.

Head lolling against Ardyn’s shoulder, Prompto finally gets out the question he tried to ask earlier, much as he dreads the answer. “What are you doing?”

When Ardyn answers, Prompto can feel every word reverberate through his chest. His voice is patient and indulgent now, as though he were explaining something to a child. “My dear boy, I know customs in Lucis differ somewhat from those here in Niflheim, but I’m quite certain they have baths there.”

FFXV cat!Ignis Ignis/any or gen

[(Anonymous)]

Not cat!boy, literal cat Ignis.

Would love crack played straight, especially with a whumpy or angsty bend (no one knows Ignis is a cat and kicks him out? Ignis does the cat thing where he's ill and/or in pain but doesn't show it?), but anything at all would be fantastic!

Gladio/Ignis - he buys Ignis a lapdance

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio thinks Iggy needs to loosen up so he buys him a lapdance. Cue both of them getting uncomfortably turned on. Gladio/Ignis can be a part of it or not if a!a wants.

+if the lap dancer is a guy
++Gladio was never into guys before now

Re: Gladio/Ignis - he buys Ignis a lapdance

[(Anonymous)]

+100

yes, please

Ardyn/Prompto - Kidnapping/Non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Based on this picture: https://78.media.tumblr.com/eacc8e7939eb882525aa2b746cc8ae10/tumblr_p4f98z13st1qda04qo1_1280.jpg

Ravus/Any - fisting

[(Anonymous)]

Ravus fisting Any with his prostethic arm.

Any - h/c, forced rape

[(Anonymous)]

Ardyn controls one of the Chocobro's bodies to rape another Chocobro. The first bro is mentally present (not mind control) and knows exactly what is happening. I'm flexible on ships but I would die if you wrote Ignoct or Promnis, any Iggy ship honestly. Please don't skimp on the comfort!

Bonus: They were into each other before but now their hopes are dashed for a future relationship.

ffxv - Ignis has a secret eating disorder (gen or Ignis/any)

[(Anonymous)]

Teenage (or old enough he was in charge of his own food but pre-road trip) Ignis suffered orthorexia/disordered eating because he had to have the 'perfect' diet.

Obsessive calorie counting, calculating exact amounts of protein, carbs, fats, etc. for his exercise levels and body type, getting hugely stressed when he goes out to eat with Noct/Gladio and is obliged to eat 'bad' food. Working out exactly what was in that food and taking it out of his meals the following days, feeling guilty and punishing himself with food he hates but 'is good for him'.

Doesn't have to be those things specifically, I just want anything with him having very disordered eating that still looks good on paper. Whether it gets out of control and he does makes himself sick with it, or despite the stress he stays 100% physically healthy, I don't mind.

+++++ Prompto (who does watch what he eats but has no eating disorders and is perfectly happy with his new amazing body) is the only one to notice.

Re: ffxv - Ignis has a secret eating disorder (gen or Ignis/any)

[(Anonymous)]

Would OP be down with an over-exercising/workout aspect to this too?

Ignis is flexible enough to self fist

[(Anonymous)]

That's it that's the prompt

Any bro - ass to mouth

[(Anonymous)]

Literally don't care who's doing it but I have a serious need for pornworthy** ass to mouth (not the same as rimming, look it up)

**porn levels of cleanliness as well

Any/Prompto, chocobo suit

[(Anonymous)]

Someone fucking Prompto while they wear the chocobo mascot suit (which is apparently named Chocobro lol) and Prompto is 6000% into it and has the best sex of his life

+ Dirty talk about Prompto having and laying a chocobo egg

++ It's a casual hookup and Prompto never finds out who it was because they left before he could get their number and he's all wistful because this just might be the one who got away

Promptis, Ignoct - Ignis wants Noctis to himself

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis and Prompto start dating and Ignis is so jealous he starts plotting on how to get rid of Prompto - even getting him killed 'on accident'. Ignis is not evil but only in this circumstance does he have such dark thoughts. If he succeeds is up to you.

Ignoct, Noctis takes revenge for veggies

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis takes revenge for Iggy making him eat his veggies and anally fucks Ignis with a veggie like a carrot or cucumber. He and Ignis aren't in a relationship either. No noncon plz but I am ok with dubcob.

Any/Ignis - enemas (dubcon/noncon)

[(Anonymous)]

Any giving Ignis an enema. NO detailed scat please.

++ dubcon/noncon
++ Iggy has never had one before and it makes him cry