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Gladio and Noct are always a little bit enthusiastic when it comes to sex. That also means they have the tendency
to be very clumsy in their throes of passion.

Gladio accidentally dropping Noct on his ass while carrying him to the bed. Noct accidentally sock Gladio's jaw while trying to take off his shirt etc

YESSS!

My request is simple: please can I have gratuitous Cor hurt/comfort. I'm totally open to any context and any potential pairing (just no Ardyn please.

Let's give Cor some hugs :)

Adriane and Nahuel has been sentence to death. Cor has called for their guilty charges during court hearing and they are responsible for their action, even blatantly agrees with him when he read their offense.

“Two of you are responsible for murdering seven innocent civilians –“

Including my child.

“- and attempt of harm to the crown by leading an anti-resistant group.”

Cor tries to hide away his anger and rage when he read that lines. Giving in to emotions would be unprofessional and satisfying them more for that. Regis has sentence that execution to be carried out, he had to since their offense was too hard to ignore and unforgiving. His people has agreed to it even it sounds cruel and Regis has stopped being cruel. He stopped giving execution sentence since he ascended the throne but these two people deserve it. A traitor Kingsglaive deserve the worst sentence existed and a cold wake up call for those who even trying to betray the crown.

A day before their execution, Cor visited Adriane and Nahuel alone in their respective cells. Nahuel hadn’t said much so he left him alone before proceed to Adriane’s, he’s more vengeful than Nahuel; that Cor knew. Cor hasn’t give in to his emotions even Adriane spits colourful curses to him, he doesn’t flinch when he told Prompto’s has been sobbing when the bullet lodge into his heart. He didn’t respond when he told him Cor the Immortal has turned soft over an adopted child. However, Cor lunges himself off to Adriane when he told Cor has been keeping an MT pet with him.

His son was not a pet.

Adriane has crossed his boundary and Cor will make sure he heard him screaming. He pressed his arm to Adriane’s throat, backed him to the wall and the man gasped for his breath. His silly grin spreads all over the face, the smirk of victory over Cor’s loss of composure.

“You do not call my son that.”

“Oh did I? Tell me Marshal what did you told him about the code print?”

Cor pushes him more resulting in the man’s shaky breath. The officers outside has addressed their concern to him but they dare not move any steps ahead. Fearing for the Immortal’s wrath.

“You should see his shocked eyes, his denial of it. You lied to him.” There’s a bite in Adriane words.

“Why it should concern you?” Cor hissed. He wanted to hurt this man so bad, he wanted to strangle him until he was dead. Adriane wicked smile flashes again but he yelped as soon as Cor punches his throat and stomach so hard that he fall and Cor gripped him by his hair.

“I will end you with my hands, and then I will give what you have done to my son, to every victim of yours - a little taste of what had you done.”

Cor release his grip and kicked him in the ribs, Adriane grunted over the force. The officers rushed into the cells but stopped abruptly when Cor stared at them, a cold one that sends shivers into their soul and down to their stomach.

“I don’t get it why people had been scared to approach me but now I wanted to let you know why they should.” Cor warned the officials and they backed away. He rolls over Adriane with his military issues boots and step onto his chest. He kicked him again and again, hard and relentless until bloods sputtered out of his mouth all over the floor.

“I will stop now. The remaining of my gift, I will pay it tomorrow.”

Cor left the cell leaving Adriane battered and the officials shocked for their life. He delivered what he promised. For 30 years of his service to crown, this is the first time Cor has felt satisfied the moment he took a soul.

*

Noctis remembers his stupid antics two years ago when his father makes a funny remark about his reluctance to wear that striped suit and that he rather jumps off the balcony rather than wore it. It was astounding how these two years has matured him. He was twenty and prepared himself to meet his betrothed in Altissia. He was glad Ignis and Gladio will be his retinue for this. He even jokingly that this is their bachelor party slash trip. He finished cleaning up his apartment last night and he look over the home he has been living since high school.

Surely he will miss this humble abode.

Ignis picked him up all the way to Citadel; his father wanted them to meet before he partakes in his journey. His father has arranged for Cor to escort them until Crown City entrance, Noctis hadn’t had problem with that. Just as he partway with his father, he saw that look on Cor again. The longing, full of sorrow looks.

“Cor.” He calls.

“Yes, your highness?” Cor eyes Noctis, Ignis and Gladio who all looks at him with concerned façade.

“What’s with that look again?” Noctis pointed out.

“What look?” Cor tilted his head sideways, eyebrows perched.

“Sorrow.” Cor was stunned and tensed for a moment before he shift to his normal expression, hiding behind the cloak of Marshal.

“Is there something you want to tell us Marshal?” Ignis asked.

Noctis saw how Cor shift the emotions before he gesture them to follow him. No words were spared except for their footsteps. Before he questioned anything, they entered Royal Household Resting. Noctis has no idea where Cor will bring them to but they follow obediently. Noctis usually visit this graveyard, visiting her mother, casually talking to her on occasion and sometimes hiding to her whenever he had some disagreement with his father. He still linking piecies of information he could gather from the Marshal since his withdrawal two years ago especially on his birthday.

Cor would be more silent, more stoic on that day, his eyes however betrays the façade he putting and projected sorrow for Noctis. It feels as if he longed for someone, missing them badly, or reliving a bad memory. Cor don’t usually hold any emotions so this case intrigued him to no end. He kept asking but only receiving nothing from Cor. He would disappear for most time on that day, refusing to attend much longer than an hour on his birthday party, even kept the post mortem short. Noctis never follows him, he never have that idea ever.

Today he will know, Cor might lose someone he hold dear and they were about to find out. He stopped walking in front of a particular grave. Noctis was taken aback. He walks this lane every time, his mother’s just up ahead but he never notice the name on the stone. He never even glanced on those stones to be honest. So when he saw Cor’s last name on the stone, it mesmerized him.

Prompto A. Leonis

25 October 736 – 30 August 753

The Sunshine That Prospered Frigid Heart

They gasp behind Cor. It was Noctis’ birthday. This Leonis died on his birthday two years ago. So that was the reason why Cor was absent for couple of days after the events. They were confused. Cor never married, they knew he had a sister, the only private thing they knew about him. But who was this person that has the Marshal’s last name, the one who responsible for his change of heart, soul, and emotions affecting him badly.

“You might not remember then, because you guys are still kid. But I saved him back then in Niflheim. If he were still alive, he’d be your age, your highness.” Cor said, eyes never much leaving the stone before he continues.

“I adopted him, you guys might not believe it but I adore and love him so much. He was literally my sunshine.” Noctis swear he saw Cor’s lips turned upward. He was smiling, his eyes turned to tender looks as he might be reliving some of their fond memories together. Suddenly a bit of jealousy rushed over him. If only he had a father who devoted to him like Cor too when he told them he would often took off days to attend his son’s function.

Cor spills out everything. This time, all three of them were surprised by this side of Cor they never saw; the doting and lovable father who would do anything for his son. Noctis feels a bit upset, had he knew Cor has a son; they would be the best duo ever. He didn’t know why he felt like this, but it seems right for him. They understand more about the person who hides behind the name or Marshal. They learnt the tragedy behind his sorrow and melancholic gaze.

“Can I look at his picture?” Noctis asked and Cor looks like as if he was thinking before he takes out his wallet, hesitating for a while.

“I only have one with me. It’s the formal one.” He looks at the standard portrait picture which Cor hands out to him. For the first time, he felt like he was frustrated. He wanted to meet this person, to be his friend. Prompto had a freckles all over his nose bridge spreading until under his eyes, oh his eyes, he had that strange but beautiful one nonetheless. The violet-blue eyes were striking with his already pale demeanor. Noctis knew how Cor’s heart was turned soft for him; that bright smile was infectious and it shines all over the place. If the portrait makes Noctis feel this way, what would his other pictures make him feels like? He was truly Cor’s sunshine and he can understand why Cor was so devastated after losing him.

Cor told him that Prompto was a great photographer, he showed to them Prompto’s blog which his sister runs for immigrant awareness after his passing. It was an absolute great album; however they saw few of Prompto’s pictures though to Cor’s delight he says that he doesn’t like his picture taken for public views. Cor shares so much about his son, this Prompto who they never met but instantly feeling familiar with. It feels long but actually it passed only half an hour for them.

“I’m sorry if I look like an emotionally constipated man which I did anyway. I just cannot imagine how my son would looks like if he were here today, preparing to go with you as retinue.”

Ignis smile at his remark and Noctis chuckled. He feels like he was warmed to this person he never met but the moment he saw that picture, he felt a heavy feeling rest in his heart. Cor put his hand on his shoulder and nods his head. It’s time. He drove them outside Insomnia and bid their farewell. The ride was relatively quiet with some banter but everything felt hollow like there is something missing along the way.

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Cor is a lonely soul, he is secretly a chatty person around Prompto so when his son left, a gaping hole was there for that two years. I had fun writing this. It was sad but yeah I hope I deliver well. Thank you for your comments!

I updated in AO3 too so have a visit there for clean-up version Have a nice day <3

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11989536/chapters/27448341

Sorry I messed up

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11989536/chapters/27448341

What the fuck. PLease. The prom and Iris points are Great

Noctis and Prompto decide to role play a little... as Ignis and Gladio.

Cor Leonis was sent to infilitrate the First Magitek Production Facility to gather information on MTs. He returns not only with the required intel but with a small kid that's obviously grown attached to him - just as he has grown attached to the boy. The Council however sees the destined-to-be-an-MT-boy not only as a source of information but also as a potential threat - one that makes them pretty queasy, because putting him down would mean killing a kid.

First Council session after his return home, Cor proposes to the Council that he wants to raise the kid. Two benefits: The kid gets to live and they might be able to glean further information out of his development. While his proposal seems reasonable enough, the Council decrees that he's to hand over Prompto to a married couple working in scientific research. The Council feels they are better equipped at monitoring Prompto's progress and at not growing too attached, so that the "proper steps" could be taken should the boy exhibit signs of dangerous behaviour. Topic closed, end of discussion.

Not so much for Cor.
1) He's discovered that the Nifs experiment on children, infect them with the Scourge and raise them to be soldiers. Cor Leonis, child soldier in his own right, can't even begin to imagine what those kids must be going through. And he couldn't even rescue them all, he could only rescue one. He had to leave the other kids to their fates.
2) He has had to give the kid he rescued up for "scientific reasons" to parents who've been ordered to stay as far away from the child as possible and Cor knows how it is to grow up in a not-exactly-caring and less than ideal environment.
3) This decision has put him at odds with his two best friends who had to sanction the Council's decision despite their personal misgivings. Because the alternative'd have been to put the little boy down. Cor's proposal had the winning chances of a snowflake's survival in hell.
And 4) There's the little fact that all these robots he's disposed of over the course of years aren't so robotic after all. And daemonized as they may be, they're still human enough in all the ways that count to a man who's killed them ever since he was thirteen.

That's enough reasons to have an existential crisis and Cor has reached his breaking point right about now. And Clarus Amicitia, who has always been far more perspective than people gave him credit for, has known this was coming ever since he was presented with the report of Cor's findings. He knows Cor after all. So he deals with the fallout of the mission.

+++++ An entire boatload of comfort and hugs that is pretty much needed right then and right there.

Ha! Yes! but who will be who~~~

I just need some good old fashioned masturbation with dildos, anons. Noctis working himself open, sliding a toy in until he's full and aching, teasing himself to distraction, and then coming in a big mess all over himself.

++he fantasizes about one of the bros while he's doing it
+++++++++he fantasizes about ALL of the bros while he's doing it
++++++++++++++++it's pre-canon and someone walks in and catches him right when he's coming

+100, because Cor is in dire need of all the hugs he can get.

A/N: This was extremely fun to write. I'm not sure if I'll cross post this to my AO3 account but if I do, I'll be sure to drop a link in a reply to this.

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When she comes to him, she comes to him looking every bit the energetic and cheerful girl she is; she hasn’t changed from her uniform, the Lucian black of her coat sitting flatly over the swell of her breasts and the pants looking worn and creased from the training and responsibilities she’s made to upkeep simply by virtue of her last name. She may never be a Shield in earnest, but she’s one of the best Crownsguard of her age group: nearly twenty years old and already long since brought into the ranks of the guard, no longer a mere recruit waiting for her chance to prove herself a capable woman and warrior.

She speaks to him kindly, as she always does, and more casually than most ever would. She’s sweet, allowing the conversation to drift easily from one topic to another. When he smiles at her, she smiles back in turn, her grin a sharp and bright thing. They spend the afternoon this way, sharing sparse moments of peace with one another over tea and light snacks.

She sits close: not across from him, but next to him, at his side. Close. Their legs touch.

When he rests his left hand atop her thigh and squeezes, she quiets. When he keeps his hand there, she places her teacup onto the table and faces him. Her cheeks dust pink and he feels his heartbeat speed up in response.

“Iris,” he breaks the silence with her name, smiling warmly at her as he braces his hand on his cane and climbs to his feet. Once standing, he extends his free hand out for her to take. “We’ll be retiring to my quarters now.”

“Your Majesty,” is her only response, but she takes his hand with ease. During their walk from the gardens to his room, she links a hand around his elbow and walks closer to him still. He walks faster.

He’s done this more times than he’s able to count, since his ascension to the throne of Lucis. There’s a record kept somewhere in the Citadel, a tab kept on each virgin taken to bed by the Lucian kings and queens. Regis lost track of his own count long ago, and now only knows that it at least doubles that of his father before him.

When he urges Iris to undress herself, he doesn’t look away. He begins with her top, undoing the length of buttons trapping her inside the fabric. The uniforms are fashionably designed, in all rights, but Regis in this moment bemoans their intricacy. The wait is a worthwhile thing, though, when she shrugs off the coat and her undershirt to reveal the bra underneath. Her pants and boots are thrown aside with much more ease, leaving her standing by the bedside in her panties alone.

Her bra is black and lace, with a front clasp. Her breasts sit snugly inside the cups, and he bites his lips as he watches her unclasp and remove the garment. Freed, her breasts are youthful miracles. They rest, rising and falling gently with her breathing, remaining pert and perky even without the aid of her bra. When she slides her panties down her legs, she bends over to tug them away, and her breasts hang and tantalize him to no end.

Pleased with her show, Regis makes himself more comfortable atop his bed. He rests his back against his headboard, remaining seated upright, already feeling his cock straining against the front of his pants. He unzips them and pulls himself out. At the sight of him, Iris goes an even more delicious shade of red and Regis begins palming himself openly.

“Join me,” he says, sliding his free hand across the sheets next to him. His other hand continues to stroke, bringing himself to full mast. As she crawls into bed with him, he tugs his pants down just below his waist, but doesn’t bother removing them completely. “Do you ever touch yourself, Iris?”

She nods, and he reaches down to squeeze at the base of his cock and his balls, letting his breath hitch at the shyness of her response.

“Show me.”

She positions herself nearer to the end of the bed, in his full view. With her legs spread wide, he can see her better now than ever before. She’s clean shaven and beautiful. Her pointer finger darts between her folds once experimentally, then she traces it up to her clit and begins teasing herself slowly and carefully.

Regis watches in silence, waiting to react or proceed until he hears the first of her moans and sighs begin leaving her lips. When he’s sure she’s growing wet, he tells her to stop and beckons her onto his lap. She looks a beautiful and wonton thing already and they’ve hardly even begun.

With his hands finally on her, Regis has to battle with himself not to rush this. His palms ghost over her breasts and his thumbs rub against her nipples, and watching them go hard and perky in response to his touch has his cock twitching between his legs. He slides his grip down her waist.

“If you feel any pain, tell me right away.” He says this, letting one hand rest at the small of her back. He doesn’t intend to harm her or scar her in this process. He would take no joy in it. Simply being with her is his joy, as it is each time he invites a new virgin onto his cock. Claiming their first times is what brings him delight.

When he slides into her, he’s slow, allowing her to do much of the work. As she relaxes and grows comfortable, she lowers herself until finally she’s seated on his lap and he’s fully enveloped in her tight warmth. He ghosts his fingertips up her spine, and one hand returns to her breasts, massaging them idly as he watches her relax.

After a time, he places those hands at her hips and lifts her off his cock almost completely. He’s bare inside her heat and the moment she’s raised up, he misses being buried. He lowers her, still going slow for her sake. She’s beautiful, writhing in this new experience, gasping each time she’s finally seating fully.

When he picks up the pace, she rests her head against his shoulder.

“You’re doing so well,” he assures, and she moans a quiet “Thank you, Majesty” in return. Breathless, she sounds like an angel.

It doesn’t take long for him to reach his peak, not with her hot breath against his neck each time she moans and gasps. Not with the way she clenches onto his cock like she never wants to climb off of it. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. She reminds him so much of Gladiolus and their first night together. She reminds him of Clarus, and their first night as well, so long ago when they were both far younger and had considerably less grey hair than they do now.

He comes inside of her, grunting and riding out his orgasm inside her heat. His hands tighten at her waist. She hugs herself against him until he stops moving, leaving her seated on his lap and still sheathed within her, and she’s glowing.

He kisses her temple, and her cheek, and her jawline. He humps up into her once more before lifting her off his lap completely and rolling her over onto her back. Hovering above her now, Regis feels as if he’s gone to heaven and back. He sees some of his seed leak out of her and groans at the sight. His hand sinks between her folds, pressing into her, while his thumb works itself over her clit.

She squirms and shake and sobs, throwing her head back against the pillows. He presses a thousand kisses against her skin, covering her from neck to stomach in love bites. Before she comes, he’s full mast once more and unable to resist. He slides into her with far more ease than before, fucking into her with more confidence but not less care: he watches her face for signs of discomfort, and finds none as he works himself towards his second release inside of her.

When she comes, she tightens around him in just the right way and it has him spilling every drop of his seed into her. Breathless now himself when he slides out of her, he unceremoniously flops himself onto his back neck to her on the bed.

“You were perfect,” he promises, wrapping an arm around her and dragging her close. “You were perfect. Thank you.” She presses against him, shy still despite everything. She mutters a “thank you” into his shoulder. He rubs her back.

And he thinks, inwardly: I will need to bring in another lover for this evening.

Yes to everything. Sometimes Noct needs to work out the tension in his body in other ways than fighting with Gladio ;)

I need it. Fat Prompto is good Prompto.

Inspired by the prompt a few pages back where The Outsider is an Astral Noctis is told not to summon: in the Dishonored games Outsider shrines are everywhere- on the street, in people's bathrooms, they're pretty easy to find

Imagine Noctis and the bros keep finding these shrines while on their trip, and Ardyn seems to be getting more and more annoyed because who wants to be constantly reminded if the being you killed all thise years ago?

+Ardyn makes an attempt to destroy one of the shrines but the others stop him, as it's rude to destroy something devited to an Astral

++Noctis accidentally summons The Outsider one night while they're setting up camp, acidentally bumping into an Outsider Shrine

+++The bros agree not to disturb any shrines again after witnessing The Outsider- he's creepy and knows far too much, possibly even more than all the Astrals combined and Ardyn what the fuck did you do to him???

++++The Outsider's portrait is found at the Citadel

Yo, depraved A!Anon here. I've got a few questions.

By "teenage" do you mean underage? Or would you be okay with Noctis being 18-19? I would rather do the latter, but as I said, I'm depraved and flexible ;D

Also, do you mind the fic focusing mainly on the aftercare with no explicit sex scene? Definite references, ect., but I just suck at sex scenes in general, sooo..... lol. If you do want one, I'd totes be willing to do it, I'd just suck at it XD

Thirdly, do you have a preference for Noctis being in a relationship/ who he's in a relationship with?

Seriously, though, the inspiration for this prompt hit me like a ton of bricks. I hope to do justice to this!

The bros ruts sync up so noctis has to help them all at once. The problem is Noctis needs to have aftercare or he'll have a really bad drop.

But he powers through it cause the guys need help more than himself. So when it's over the bros helping noctis through his drop and giving the aftercare he deserves.

Imagine a No Game No Life AU where Prompto, who lives in normal Earth, is suddenly thrown into the world of Eos, where murders and crimes are forbidden and instead, games are used to solve conflicts. These games can be digital (shooting games, fighting games, vertical shooting games, etc!) and manual (poker, board games, even snakes-and-ladders XD). Just like in NGNL, challenging a nation are considered an act of war.

Lucis, despite their affinity to magic, is slowly losing to Nifhleim because of their MT technology, which basically are one big army of Super Artificial Intelligence clones who excel in every games. They are cornered and is just one step closer to total annexation.

Prompto lands and meets the chocobros, who are wary that he's a spy (who earns a room in the inn and gets meals by defeating the innkeeper in poker with a Royal Straight Flush), but Noctis sees his potential in winning games and persuades Prompto (and Ignis and Gladio) to bring him along.

I don't really care how anons decide to drag the story around! You can choose to follow the original NGNL plot (where Noctis & co. try to win back their lands by defeating MTs in games, with Prompto's help and knowledge!). Or you can somehow insert the original prophecy, where Noctis still has to die whatever the reason is, and then Prompto decides that "Screw that, I'll beat the Astrals (which plays role of Teto the God) in games so you'll live!".

Maybe Aranea could play the role of Jibril, who was an enemy and now an ally after Noctis & co defeats her? Lunafreya, who doesn't want to work with Niffs but is forced to? You can also choose whether Prompto goes back or decides to stay... or maybe he has to beat all six Astrals in games so he can go home/wager to stay in Eos?

Feel free to take the plot wherever and whatever!
(Although, if you go for the shippy part, i'd prefer the 'Any' to be one... or all of the Chocobros!)

Gladio and Ignis think that Prompto is not good enough to come on the roadtrip with them, so they convince the king and Prompto is forced to stay in insomnia during the treaty. Noctis is not ok with their choice... at all.

then Insomnia falls and they have no news of Prompto, and Gladio and Ignis feels really guilty and Noctis is obviously angry with them because prompto could have been safe with them.

++ Gladio and Ignis care for Prompto, but they had to do what was more safe for the prince

Prompto's fate is up to the filler

TLDR: basically i want some angst with gladio and ignis regretting their choice and noctis hating them. yes i like to suffer.

Thanks Kinkmeme, now I'm firmly stuck in the headcanon that Iggy is an illegitimate Nox Fleuret. Looking at pics of him and Ravus seals the deal - so many similarities.

When Ravus discovers from Ardyn/whoever that he has a little brother he knew nothing about, it provides him with another reason to turn from the Empire and redeem himself. He couldn't save his sister, but by the Astrals he can try to save his brother.

+ it's awkward at first but eventually things work out and he and Ignis establish a familial relationship.
++ Ravus is a serious mother hen and the other chocobros are all "Fuck, there's two of them!"
+++ Noctis gets a bit possessive, because excuse you, Ravus, he's my brother too!!

oh HELL fuckin yeah.

YES. PLEASE, SOMEONE.

The non-kink version, I'd really like to see something about really young Noctis being kind of sequestered from others his age because of the prince thing, with most of the people in his life adults trying to protect him/nanny him, and it's just him and his many toys and his carbuncle statuette day in and day out.

(If you wanna end on a positive note, introducing Ignis or Gladio is fine.)

awww, Noct totally deserves many hugs in that

+1000

I can get behind this

+1000

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Prompt Post Round Five

GladNoct - Clumsy sex

Re: Noctis + Prompto, becoming friends another way

Gen or Cor/any - hurt comfort

Re: Re Fill (4/4): Gen Chocobros & Cor, Prompto Is Cor's Dead Son/Died Before The Roadtrip

Re: Re Fill (4/4): Gen Chocobros & Cor, Prompto Is Cor's Dead Son/Died Before The Roadtrip

Re: Regis/Any or Multiple, virgin kink/virgin claiming

Prompt is - roleplay as Gladnis

Gen or Clarus/Cor, Clarus picks up the pieces after the infamous infiltration mission

Re: Prompt is - roleplay as Gladnis

Noctis alone with his toys

Re: Gen or Cor/any - hurt comfort

FILL 1/1 Re: Regis/Any or Multiple, virgin kink/virgin claiming

Re: Noctis alone with his toys

Re: Noctis + Prompto, becoming friends another way

(Dishonored/FFXV Crossover) Noctis Summons The Outsider

Re: Regis/Noctis, intoxicated noncon

Noctis/bros- rut+aftercare

Gen or Any/Prompto, NGNL AU

Gladio and Ignis force Prompto to stay in Insomnia

Long lost bro!Iggy is Ravus's motivation for redemption

Re: Noctis alone with his toys

Re: Gladio and Ignis force Prompto to stay in Insomnia

Baby Noctis alone with his toys

Re: Baby Noctis alone with his toys

Re: Long lost bro!Iggy is Ravus's motivation for redemption