Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1

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Here is the Prompt Post for Final Fantasy 15! As the most recent individual instalment, FFXV has a dedicated post in anticipation of higher activity. This round will close when we reach 5000 comments.

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Promptis or Gladnoct - werewolf/weredemon sex

[(Anonymous)]

While Gladio or Prompto are in werewolf/weredemon form and Noct is human.

+knotting/unusual penis
+overstimulation
+gaping

FFXV: Prompto/any bro, new dom/experienced sub

[(Anonymous)]

One of the bro finds out Prompto's into BDSM and somehow lets on that they are too although they've never acted on the urge. Prompto offers to show them the ropes.

(Prompto can be a switch and not a sub, but I'd like to his offer be to sub for the inexperienced bro.)

Re: Prompto/any bro, new dom/experienced sub (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

The young man would have fit right in as a subject in the paintings hanging in the museum: fine features, a full mouth, lush, dark curls that just brushed his neck. . .and, Ignis noted, a conspicuously blank white t-shirt.

"Gladio," he said. "Down that hall. The young man in the white."

"You mean the one who's not wearing an access pass?"

"Precisely."

Gladio began to move through the crush of people like he was wading through surf, making his way towards the young man just as the curly head bobbed through the crowd to hurry towards where Noctis and Prompto stood milling about near an armor display, and that was incentive enough for Ignis to begin pushing through the crowd as well. While Ignis had been thinking that the dedication ceremony for the new museum wing could have been more interesting, he would have preferred it didn't occur via security breach.

The same qualities that made it easy for Gladio to cut through the crowd unfortunately made it very obvious as to when he'd arrived at his destination. The bark of, "Hey," and an iron hand clamping onto the young man's shoulder just as he managed to reach for Prompto were like a throwing a boulder in a still pond as the crowd rippled away from the disturbance. "You want to tell me what you're doing here?"

It took no time at all to realize they would be better served by an interrogation happening elsewhere. While Prompto and Noctis were trying to ask what was going on Ignis grabbed the nearest Crownsguard he could find, a woman named Eldith—family in Caem, crackshot with a hunting rifle—to take custody of the intruder, and left Gladio with the prince while they shuffled the young man to an abandoned alcove behind the grand staircase. Ignis held his back to the wall with a fist in the lapel of his coat.

"Now then. Would you like to tell me what you're doing here?"

Through a very quick questioning the young man maintained the story that he was an acquaintance of Prompto Argentum who knew he'd be attending and hoped to see him there. To improve Ignis' night, Cor Leonis came striding into the alcove with an easy step over the braided divider that cordoned it off from the hall. "Ignis, Eldith, I've got chatter about an attempt on the prince all over the museum. Someone want to explain what's going on here?"

The young man wailed, "I just wanted to talk to Prompto!"

Ignis winced. The boy—hard to think of him as anything approaching a man after that unbearable whine—had a real future as an ambulance siren. "False alarm, I believe, Marshal."

Before he could explain any further, Prompto himself came skidding around the corner with Noctis following him and Gladio on their heels. An unusual role reversal, that.

"Rhasa, what are you doing here?"

"Hey, man!" The boy perked up like a puppy whose owner had been away all day.

"Argentum," Cor growled, and Prompto shrank.

"I'm fairly certain Prompto's guilty of nothing but poor taste in company, Marshal," Ignis said. He squeezed hard on the boy's shoulder. "Gladio and I spotted our young friend here in the corridor off the east wing, well away from His Highness and Prompto. He got access to a restricted area in what can only have been a lapse in perimeter security."

It was the best kind of misdirection, in Ignis' opinion: a legitimate one. Cor frowned. "Where were you stationed, Eldith? Did you see any of this?"

"The entry point out of that corridor into the main hall." Eldith's mouth twitched. "The only way I could've seen was standing on someone's shoulders, sir." Built like a boulder, Eldith looked as though someone had made Gladio female and then chopped a foot and a half off the bottom. She might've stopped a garula at a full gallop, but for her to see through the crush down the hall would've been impossible.

"All right," Cor sighed. "Eldith, you're with me. I want to find out who should've been at the entrance, and I want them in the security office in two minutes. You all too. I'm afraid that includes you, as well, Your Highness."

Noctis shrugged. "It's better than sitting through the dedication."

When only the four of them remained, Ignis turned his attention toward Prompto. "I hadn't wanted to bring this up in front of the Marshal, but—"

"If you fucked him just tell me he's legal," Gladio said, which certainly got the point across.

"He's nineteen," Prompto said. "I met him at a club."

"And you think the kind of kid who'd sneak past security here isn't going to try to sneak into a bar?"

"It's the kind of place that's really careful about checking stuff like that!"

Ignis noticed Noct was looking everywhere but at them: whatever he knew, he also knew it wasn't his place to say. It gave him some hope that what lessons on discretion he'd attempted to drill into Noct had been successful in at least this small measure, but he suspected it had more to do with solidarity with Prompto.

"The Silver Circle, okay?" Prompto mumbled when Gladio and Ignis had been staring at him for long enough. "I met him at The Silver Circle last Friday."

Gladio whistled.

"Ah," said Ignis. Suddenly it was clear as to why Prompto was so reticent to divulge where he'd met the current thorn in their side. "Gladio, please stop looking impressed and take Prompto and His Highness to the security office as the Marshal requested. I'll be over in a moment."

When the others had turned the corner of the staircase, Ignis leaned against the marble wall in solitude for a handful of deep, careful breaths.

While The Silver Circle hosted burlesque shows, educational demonstrations, and the occasional fundraiser, its primary claim to fame was for the fetish-themed nights they held every weekend. The titular circle was a play on words between the platform stage the performances took place on and the elegant, gleaming collar that served as the logo and primary branding. The long rivalry between Kingsglaive and Crownsguard had resulted in more than one round of daring each other to step foot in to gawk or feel brave. Ignis had never partaken. He knew of it only by reputation of brash young Guards tittering in the locker room, and by reading—and re-reading, every so often—their website, the calendar of events, tormenting himself with visions of a place he didn't dare venture into, even in the insulating presence of other Crownsguard.

The intellectual knowledge that there could be no possible suspicion of him based on Prompto was little consolation. The niggling sense of exposure followed him as he tried to turn his focus to the matter at hand, which desperately needed it. There would be incident reports filed on the alleged assassination attempt and the security breach itself, which meant interviews with their tearful young pest, and Noct and Prompto, as well as the other Crownsguard on duty and the third-party museum security who were likely responsible. All that simply to determine who would require full statements.

The small office their security force had been using as central command for the event was so crowded Cor was rotating people in for preliminary interviews. Ignis stepped out of his own questioning to find Gladio sitting on his haunches in the corridor with his head tipped back against the wall.

"Surprised you're still here," Ignis said.

"Prompto's still here to make sure loverboy gets home okay, so Noctis is still here, so I'm still here. Hard to believe this mess is because that bonehead had to see Prompto. Kid's great and all but I've seen him trip over his own feet over a pretty girl. He can't be that great a lay."

"And it's only getting messier," Ignis agreed.

Rhasa Amari—who was by all official records indeed nineteen years old, a recent graduate of Insomnia's most elite private academy, studying law at university—was the owner of one late-model heavily upgraded sports car. One which had been towed from its illegal parking space.

Ignis couldn't muster much sympathy, although it did give him the satisfaction later of seeing Rhasa's equally entitled parents come face to face with the Marshal of the Crownsguard and the prince's Shield in the midst of threatening to sue all parties who'd lain hands on their son. If Ignis didn't tolerate that sort of entitlement in their future monarch he certainly wasn't going to in someone who was even more spoiled and for less cause. He gladly left them to it. Prompto typically relied on public transportation that wasn't running at so late an hour, and would likely need a ride home.

#

In the car, Prompto shifted uneasily in his seat. "Hey, thanks for going to bat for me with the Marshal."

"It wasn't worth the headache Noct would cause if you were disciplined appropriately."

"What? What did I do?"

"Presumably Rhasa was only aware you would be at the dedication because you told him."

"Yeah, I said my friend had to be there so I was going to keep him company. Guess he thought it would have to be someone pretty important if they got stuck at that thing, huh?"

Ignis was skeptical of that, having seen the lengths the boy had gone to to see Prompto and thoroughly ignore Noct, but when he glanced over Prompto was looking at him wide-eyed, guileless as always.

"Is it because it's a guy?"

Ignis' gloves creaked as his hands tightened on the steering wheel. "That," he said carefully, "would be wildly hypocritical of me."

The engine hummed along in solitude for some time as the towering high-rises of the city center gave way to a more modest residential district. The silence that filled the car lacked the air of mutually assured destruction Ignis was accustomed to in such unexpected revelations, as when he'd run bodily into a burly Kingsglaive scurrying out of the back room in a particular bookstore. Nor was it comfortable. Prompto shifted in his seat incessantly.

Having come of age in a sphere ruled by the need for marriage alliances and heirs, knowing what it might have done to know someone else like him, Ignis' impulse was for sympathy, but as it was Prompto's indiscretion in frequenting a sex club that had brought them here it was unlikely he needed encouragement.

Eventually, Prompto said very quietly, "I didn't know that. Was I supposed to know that?"

"The relevant personnel at the palace are aware. It's not information I make a habit of divulging beyond that."

"Right, gotcha. Yeah, everything about you is like a black box, mystery door kind of deal."

"It doesn't happen by accident. I am keenly aware of how my behavior could effect the royal house, given my proximity to Noct." In a way Ignis envied Prompto's infuriating thoughtlessness, the luxury to think of so little outside of himself. "You clearly lack the same education—if through no real fault of your own—but you must understand that whatever scandal touches you will no doubt cast a shadow on him as well, and that includes overdramatic lovers making a scene, gender irrelevant."

"He's not my—he was new and didn't know anyone, so I showed him around and we played around a little. I didn't even have sex with him."

"Oh, truly the salient point here," Ignis said, no longer able to contain his irritation. "Somehow I doubt it was a limiting factor in your acquaintance. Who did what to whom and how is not relevant, although I do hope you had better sense than to let him be in charge of tying anything more complicated than his own shoes." He regretted it immediately. That sort of lapse was a dangerous weakness, and Prompto's head whipping to face him with a flick of blond in the fuzzy corner of Ignis' vision proved it.

"No, I topped," Prompto said. In someone else's voice it might have sounded thoughtful. "Wouldn't think you'd know the difference."

Ignis counted three slow breaths, a city block, determined to focus on the road and not the hot feeling at his temples. Appallingly, it was a sense of embarrassment, something he hadn't had to endure for quite some time when he'd learned to control so much.

"Suffice it to say your proclivities have no bearing, except insofar as casual play partners you've picked up in a public club may accordingly have a taste for public spectacle."

"It's not like I knew he was going to be a weirdo."

"And your lack of forethought regarding security is precisely the problem."

"You can't blame me because museum security was jacked," Prompto said, as whiny and petulant as usual again, thank heavens for small favors.

"Operational security," Ignis said. "Which means not giving the details of your itinerary and location—and by extension the crown prince's itinerary and location—to any puppy-faced paramour who asks. The prince and his companion being accosted in an open street wouldn't have looked any better in the tabloids, only given the paparazzi better lighting. If you're to remain close with Noct, if you're to be part of his Crownsguard, your personal matters must remain personal. And discreet."

Prompto let things rest at that, and the car was quiet until they pulled up to the low building Prompto lived in.

Though it had caused Ignis some worry over the years, for once he was grateful Prompto's parents wouldn't require an explanation for his late arrival even if he had still been of an age where it ought to matter. They would likely never know the incident occurred, which suited Ignis just as well.

The sooner put behind them the better.

FFXV - Noctis/Gladio/Ignis - Mirrorverse Noncon, Slavery

[(Anonymous)]

Mirrorverse!Noct, who uses his retainers as sex toys and literal slaves, somehow misplaces his Ignis and goes to canon!universe to kidnap its Ignis and take him back so he could take alt!Ignis place.

Alt!Noct and Gladio ambush Ignis in Noct's appartment, overpower and rape him, and then steal him to their own universe to "train" (read: torture, rape and brainwash) him into proper obedience.

+alt!Gladio fucking Ignis and forcing him to suck alt!Noct off.
++real Noct, Gladio and Prompto finding alt!Ignis and trying to rehabilitate him, while frantically trying to rescue their own Ignis.
+++real!Ignis being horrified but unwittingly turned on by being made to serve alt!Noct.

FFXV Any/Any Crack! In Universe kink_meme

[(Anonymous)]

So FFXV takes place in a world that has at lease some tech similart to ours, so it's possible that anon kink_memes are a thing. Including RPF kink_memes involving their hot political figures. What kind of prompts and ships are most popular? How fierce are the ship wars?

Luna, Gentiana, gen, in love with a child?

[(Anonymous)]

Because it killed me when Luna cried to Gentiana how much she wants to listen to Noctis's voice again. The last time she heard Noctis he was 8 years old child, so the whole scene gave me a very, very unsettling vibe.

Let Gentiana (or Ravus? whoever you want, really) make Luna realize she idolizes a pictures of a child she met once. It could be cute when she was 12, but now she's over 20.

++++ bonus points for someone pointing out to Noct "you know she's not the same 12yo girl you once knew, right?"

Ignis/any, fem!Ignis is stacked

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis has giant tits but keeps them under super strength underwear in order to do her gymnastics.

If Ignoct, would prefer female Noct, Gladio or Prompto can be male or female.

Possibilities: the first time Prompto sees Ignis without a bra or with a non-sports bra

Noct dedicating time to appreciating those tits, to Ignis' exasperation

Dirtybadwrong option: (male or female) Ardyn creeping on Ignis, anything from leering to rape

Gladio/Noct, Noct is a pushy, dominant top

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio just can't get enough of Noct when he's being dominant and aggressive in sex.

Bonus: loyalty/fealty kink

Fill: Gladio/Noct, Noct is a pushy, dominant top

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio had known the throne room since he’d been old enough to think. Even as barely more than toddler, he had come here with his father, always trying to strike an intimidating pose like he’d been told: back straight, chin up, knees locked. King Regis had impressed him as he grew up in the Citadel, while the young prince had at first seemed like a querulent baby from Gladio’s vantage point of three years older. Funny how wise and old and adult you could feel at fourteen.

It seemed a lifetime ago that Gladio had doubted him. Noctis had lived up to everything the world had asked of him and that had been more than a single human should be able to shoulder. Most amazing of all – Noctis had also lived through it.

It had taken ten long, dark years, but Noctis finally sat on the throne where he had always belonged. He lifted his gaze as Gladio’s footsteps echoed in the giant hall. A week after their battle against Ardyn, the sight of Noctis in his rightful place still took Gladio’s breath away.

He ascended the first set of stairs, but stopped on the middle platform, looking up at the throne.

“Pretty late in the day to call for me. I’d expected you’d be asleep by now. I guess some things really did change.”

Noctis smiled down at him. By the Six, Gladio could stand here for hours just drinking in his sight. He’d been gone for far, far too long.

“Come up here,” Noctis said.

Gladio followed the order, coming to stand by his side just as Noctis lifted himself out of his throne. An inquisitive tilt of his head was extended far further down than planned as Noctis grabbed the side of his head and tugged him downwards into a kiss.

“We have had too little time together since I’ve been back,” Noctis said against his lips.

“We’ve had too little time together since we started dating,” Gladio murmured.

Quiet trysts in the underbrush behind the tent, fumbling kisses on the train, ten years of fucking nothing, and now they were just scrambling to rebuild a world that has teetered on the brink. There had never been much time for the two of them. It was just the way it was and Gladio did not usually complain, but gods, sometimes it grated.

The grip on his head grew tighter, fisting painfully into the long, dark hair, which sent bolts down right into his gut. Though he could have resisted, he never did with Noctis. He allowed his king to bend his head back so he could press his mouth to Gladio’s throat. His hands tightened painfully on Noctis’ shoulders. The scratch of his new beard was still unfamiliar and made Gladio eager to know how it’d feel on other parts of his body.

“Still obedient,” Noctis murmured.

“You haven’t lost your bossy streak, either.”

Noctis sank his teeth into Gladio’s neck.

“Isn’t the royal bedroom refurbished by now?”

“I want to do it here,” Noctis said, hands sliding down the over his back, then grabbing Gladio’s ass, yanking him close.

“Well, a royal demand’s a royal demand,” Gladio muttered, shoving his hands under Noctis’ shirt, but stopping himself, calling on the last remaining reason in him. “The doors aren’t locked, though.”

“It’s late. Besides, I’m the Chosen King. Who is going to tell me I can’t have my Shield in my own castle?” Noctis said, bemused.

Still a brat after all these years. However, as Gladio imagined Noctis fucking him over the railing before the throne, not pausing even as some unfortuate Kingsglaive member blundered in, it almost made him groan. Noctis nipped at his throat once more.

“Strip,” he commanded, stepping back.

Gladio licked his lips, which felt suddenly dry. He glanced at the door once more, but then decided to throw caution to the wind, kicking off his boot before he pulled off pieces of the Crownsguard uniform one by one, finally standing stark naked in front of the throne and the king. Noctis looked him up and down.

“So many new scars,” he murmured.

“I wasn’t lazing around waiting for you.”

Noctis traced his fingers over the marred skin, serrated claw marks, burns of ice and fire and lightning, pinpricks of fangs, clean cuts of blades.

“Obviously not.” Noctis halted. “While you waited... did you have anyone else?”

Gladio shrugged his shoulders.

“Nah. You weren’t gone forever, after all.”

The careful blankness in Noctis’ expression dissolved into relief and then satisfaction. He surged forward, pulling Gladio down to crash their mouths together.

Of course he’d waited. He had waited ten years for him because the alternative was convincing himself that Noctis was dead and he had never been able to accept that. His duty to Noctis was written on his skin, he carried his oath to him in his Amicitia blood, and Gladio was sure if you cut him open, you’d find Noctis’ name graved into his fucking bones somewhere. There hadn’t ever been an alternative to waiting.

As they kissed, Noctis turned him around and backed him towards the throne, pushing until Gladio fell down on it. His knee was between his thighs and Gladio found himself rutting helplessly up against the smooth fabric covering his thigh, cock already rock-hard.

“Turn around,” Noctis said breathlessly, stepping back.

Gladio did, which left him kneeling on the seat of the throne, hands on the armrests. He heard a bottle uncork. Noctis slick fingers trailed between his cheeks.

“You planned this, huh?”

“Yes. I’ve been wanting to do this for days,” Noctis groaned, some of that youthful impatience that used to fill him still tingeing his voice. Gladio laughed.

He felt tight as the first time when Noctis fucked him with two fingers as he mouthed at Gladio’s back. The stretch burned, but Noctis had never taken him gently and Gladio like it that way. He wanted to feel him for a little while even after they where done. He pushed back against his hand and Noctis sucked a mark into his shoulder.

“I decide when you get more,” he told him.

Gladio grunted. “Just hurry up.”

He jabbed into him and Gladio swallowed what had threatened to become a whimper. It hurt. He loved it.

“That’s not the right answer,” Noctis said, tangling his free hands in Gladio’s hair again. “Try again.”

Gladio knew what Noctis wanted to hear, what he wanted to say, and after a moment of silent petulance, he relented gladly.

“Yes, your Highness.”

Noctis hummed and kissed his ear. Three fingers were moving inside Gladio now, wet, teasing him in the most sensitive spot, and fuck, fuck, he needed Noctis to get on with it. Thankfully, it seemed like the decade-long wait made sure Noctis wasn’t in the mood for games, either. Gladio moaned as he felt his fingers leave him and the head of his cock pushing against his entrance instead. Noctis wrapped his arms around Gladio’s barrel chest, pulling him backwards, letting him precariously teeter on the edge of balance for a moment before Gladio grabbed on to the throne again, leaning back into Noctis as his king began thrusting into him, long, deep pushes that had his thighs quaking.

Noctis was biting and kissing his neck over and over and Gladio knew he’d have half a dozen marks above the collar and even his hair wouldn’t hide them all. No matter, he thought, breath going harshly, blood running hot as he heard Noctis pant in his ear. Noctis had a right to mark what was his and Gladio wanted everyone to see.

He lasted a pitifully short time; it was over as soon as Noctis just touched his cock and gave it a few quick strokes. He came over the throne as his king fucked into him, holding him by his hair like it was a leash, and he thought for a moment he would pass out with bliss. Good thing he didn’t ‘cause he would have missed Noctis spending himself inside him, clawing red furrows into his chest. He collapsed against Gladio’s back. For a moment, Gladio let his forehead drop again the cold velvet covering the throne.

“I missed you,” Noctis said quietly.

Gladio cleared his throat, which suddenly felt very tight.

“Yeah,” he managed.

Before Noctis pulled out, he placed a kiss between Gladio’s shoulder blades. Gladio’s knees ached from being pushed against the hard seat so much as he stretched them out. Grabbing his Crownsguard vest, he cleaned his seed from the throne, then balled it up before he put on his pants and boots. Noctis watched him with a lopsided smile. He had tucked himself back in.

“Very respectful,” he joked.

“Bet you didn’t want to sit in that tomorrow,” Gladio muttered. “So am I gonna get to see that royal bedroom tonight?”

“I think that can be arranged.”

They walked side by side out of the throne room, Gladio carrying his vest, shirtless, wearing a thousand hints to what they had done on his skin. He tensed a little as he heard footsteps, but relaxed when he saw it was Ignis, who would not notice he had just slipped out of the throne room half-naked.

“Evening,” he said.

Noctis gave a vague greeting.

“Ah. Are you done now?”

“Done?” Noctis looked at him and Ignis just raised a brow. Gladio could feel heat creep up his neck.

“What... you couldn’t have seen us,” Noctis said.

“You were loud enough that I could get a general impression of what was going on.” Ignis sounded more exasperated than offended, really. Couldn’t get too mad at Noctis doing something fun for once after the shit show that had been his destined fate in life, Gladio assumed. “There are a few things we still need to go over regarding the staffing of the Kingsglaive, Noct. It should only take a few minutes.”

“Okay,” Noctis said, glancing at Gladio. He got on his toes and Gladio leaned his head down to kiss him. “Wait for me in the bedroom.”

“Don’t keep me in suspense for ten years this time, princess,” Gladio said quietly.

Noctis grinned even as grabbed his hand and held it for a moment.

“I promise.”

Prompto/Ignis, appreciation

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis is happy serving Noct, but Noct isn't the most appreciative employer. In fact, Ignis hasn't really had a proper thanks in months.

Enter Prompto, and Prompto being vocally, enthusiastically, expressively grateful for Ignis' cooking, cleaning, chauffeuring, and all the little things he does to help out. Ignis has absolutely zero idea how to deal with this.

Bonus: Prompto praising Ignis in bed

Bonus II: Prompto doing it to deliberately fluster Ignis, because flustered Ignis is hot as sin

Ignis/Prompto, it's Ignis who's the hot mess

[(Anonymous)]

When Ignis and Prompto get together, everyone assumed it's Ignis who's the adult, responsible one and Prompto who's got emotional hangups and baggage.

Turns out Prompto has been in relationships before and is experienced, rational, and with considerable emotional intelligence, regardless of his enthusiasm. Ignis, on the other hand, hasn't ever been close to anyone his age other than Noct and Gladio and certainly hasn't been in spitting distance of a romantic/sexual relationship. Ignis is the one with the weird and frankly often unnerving notions of what he should be like as a boyfriend. Prompto is the one to gently disabuse him of them.

Ignis, becoming the group's sex toy after he's blinded

[(Anonymous)]

After Ignis loses his sight, the only way he can still serve the group is by becoming their sex slave and being always available for their demands. The more filthy/humiliating/rough the sex is, the better!

Bonus points for:
+Ignis serving as a cockwarmer/toilet in the backseat of Regalia during the rides.
++Ignis pimped out to hunters and whatnot for extra gil.
+++Ignis not liking the fucking and the pain at all, but happy at being allowed to serve his king at least that way.

any/many speculum + come dump

[(Anonymous)]

Someone's ass being held open wide with a speculum and the others jerking off and coming into his gaping hole.

Gladio/All Bros - Birthday Triple Penetration

[(Anonymous)]

For his birthday, Gladio gets fucked by all three bros at once and loves it.

+ he's had Ignis and Noct at once before, but Prompto's new to it and nervous but both of them are thrilled

Re: Gladio/All Bros - Birthday Triple Penetration

[(Anonymous)]

Would that be DP + blowjob? I'd like to fill this, but triple penetration might be difficult just logistics-wise in where you'd put the guys, heh.

FFXV: Gladio/Ignis - Arranged Marriage (Enemies-to-Lovers Edition)

[(Anonymous)]

The Amicitias and Scientias arrange a marriage between the eldest sons of their family for diplomatic/political reasons. Gladio and Ignis are not particularly happy with this development.

Can be a canon!AU or a complete setting!AU. I'm happy with anything, so long as they both detest each other's guts upon first meeting. Does Gladio hate Ignis's superior manners and detest his father taking away yet another one of his few freedoms? Does Ignis think Gladio's nothing but a meathead, and is he resentful that he's a pawn for his family's political ambitions? Do they eventually bond over their shared lack of freedom (and, uh, other attractive attributes)?

++++ An extremely awkward-but-unexpectedly hot consummation night for both of them, after which they then do their best to avoid each other.

Prompto going full mad Scientist (Ep Prompto spoilers)

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto's made from mad scientist DNA, so it's not impossible that this could happen? Maybe it's genetic. Maybe its SRMD. Maybe Ardyn played to many mind games. In any event, Prompto's snapped and is now cackling manicly while building a death ray.

FFXV: Gladio/Ignis, Noctis/Ignis, or Noctis/Luna - Physical Therapy AU

[(Anonymous)]

Seriously, where are the sexy physical therapist fics in this fandom?

Gladio (or Noct) has been having some knee pain lately. Prompto, who's had knee problems before and has gotten treatment for 'em in the past, recommends a physical therapy center to him. After a few more days/weeks of pain, Gladio (or Noct) gives in. He makes an appointment, shows up--and awkwardly discovers that his physical therapist is super-hot, goddammit.

Preferred pairings in the title!

Ardyn/Prompto, escort Ardyn AU

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto is so nervous about losing his virginity that he decides, to hell with it, he is just going to hire a sex worker and get it over with. He combs through some ads and finds this really handsome older guy, who turns out to show him a very good time.

Ardyn/Prompto fairy tale AU

[(Anonymous)]

(crossposting from another meme because my thirst is great)

In which Prince Noctis is cursed to eternal slumber by a capricious and vengeful fae, but said capricious and vengeful fae could be convinced to release him from the curse--if, say, one of the prince's brave young companions willingly serves him for [insert period of time that could either be the traditional year and a day, or anything up to the full ten years].

Would very much prefer a scenario where either a) Ardyn genuinely just wants a servant and has no designs on Prompto but then whoops they fall in love or b) Ardyn very much does have designs on Prompto but has to carefully negotiate the "willing" part of their magical contract so he just tries to be seductive and charming and wait for Prompto to come to him. Either way, please no non-con, but please YES elaborate fairy tale hijinks.

Harem Pants Bodyguard Pet Gladio

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by this thread: https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/303698.html?thread=1727679058#cmt1727679058

What it says on the tin because yes please?

Ignis/Gladio, D/s

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis is a dom who is into some heavy stuff. Maybe he really likes roughing up his sub, choking him, leaving him gagged and blindfolded with a vibrator, humiliating him with words, or all of it and more together. Anything works as long as it's something Ignis would reasonably feel ashamed or even disturbed about. Maybe it's all been in his head so far or he's given in with subs he didn't know well, but either way he obviously can't subject Gladio, whom he loves a lot, to any of that. Except Gladio finds out and offers to play along.

+bottom Gladio
++Ignis still feeling guilty during the aftercare, Gladio reassuring him

Re: Ignis/Gladio, D/s

[(Anonymous)]

Any squicks? I'm very interested in filling but I don't want to aim for heavy dom and overshoot the mark.

Hunter AU

[(Anonymous)]

AU where are the bros are just a bunch of hunters trying to make a buck and not starve in the wilds of Lucis. There no Kings or prophecies or destinies just each other the open road ahead.

Re: Hunter AU

[(Anonymous)]

This sounds fun. Would you want OT4, some other pairing combination, or Gen?

Ignis/Aranea, pegging

[(Anonymous)]

What it says on the tin.

+ he eats her out afterward

Iris/Cindy, daddy kink

[(Anonymous)]

with Cindy as the daddy, please.

Promdyn, personal MT Prompto AU, toys

[(Anonymous)]

The Chancellor's had a long day, so his favorite MT decides to give him some stress relief with his toy collection.

+ Prompto is chatty and has a lot of fun
++ Ardyn has a few special things from Bad Behemoth
+++ Prompto finishes him off by riding him

any/any, Noct with his pet cat and dog

[(Anonymous)]

Noct has two pets – a big, scary guard dog called Gladio, and an elegant, intelligent cat called Ignis.

Dog and cat!boy pets, not literal animals, that is! Noct legally owns them but how they're treated (like animals or as servants, or anywhere in-between) I'm easy on. For porn, dub or noncon is as good as con!

++++ Gladio knotting Ignis

any/any, ot4 or gen, wilderness survival

[(Anonymous)]

The bros find themselves stranded in the wilds, without access to the armiger. Suddenly things are a lot harder when they don't have any curatives, food, cooking equipment, tent or sleeping stuff, weapons...

Would prefer not to have the focus on any one or pair of bros. Share the love!

+ cuddling to preserve heat in freezing cold nights
++ Ignis and Gladio secretly going hungry so Noct and Prompto can eat
+++ exhausted, achy, hungry comfort sex