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Same person as above. Please talk me out of making all the missing moms into agents who had to go into deep cover. Especially please talk me out of having Aulea as Prompto's world-weary mentor/handler. Goddammit, plot bunnies.

Why would we ever want to talk you out of something that amazing?

King Regis decides that if Iedolas wants the Adtrals-damned Crystal so much, he can bloody well have it, and all the bullshit that goes along with it.

The Emperor expects phenomal cosmic power - not to become a plaything of cruel uncaring gods.

oh Astrals, yes!

+10000000

Warp-strike gone wrong, maybe?

+10

At one of the grander Citadel functions, Ignis ends up taking part in one of the formal dances, like the end of Beauty and the Beast.

Maybe he has to accept the invitation of a visiting dignitary, or maybe he indulges a young Iris in a dance because Gladio won't but whatever the reason he cuts a pretty elegant figure.

Noctis/Gladio/Prompto/whoever realises that far from the awkward statue they expected, dancing Ignis is dashing as fuck and getting hot under the collar. They are definitely grabbing him for the next dance!!

yes please!

+100

When the time came, the newest servant of the demon king walked unaided up the hill to the great hall of Lucis.

It had once been the hall of a king: One of the old warriors from the turn of the modern era, who fought the encroaching hordes of demons that swarmed the earth like a wave. Then, being a king simply meant being strong enough to survive. The greatest of those warriors lived on to create the first noble houses, and built new halls, new towns, new cities. The old halls lay forgotten, and many of the kings who lived there lay beneath, their bones yellowing in cavernous tombs.

But not all.

Noctis shivered in his thin white robes, which did little to keep out the chill that rolled over the high, jagged hills of old Lucis, and stopped at a raised stone circle overlooking the ancient hall. There, he stepped in and held his hands to the hooks on either side, and waited patiently while the town priestess chained his wrists.

"By your sacrifice," she said, in a soft, deadened voice. "Our home is free." Noctis tried to catch her eye, but her gaze traveled past him, dropping to his feet. She knelt, and gently pulled off his useless slippers. The stone was cold under his bare feet, and slightly damp.

"Luna," he said. He wished she hadn't chained his hands so soon. "I'll be fine."

The priestess tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and started unbuttoning the top of Noctis' robes. She laid bare the mark that had appeared on Noct's chest three weeks before, when he'd been out running with his friends and the world as he knew it had tilted out of true: A small rune, three intersecting lines followed by a dot that trailed out like an arrow. The sign of blood. It was the mark that came once every hundred years, regular as clockwork, signalling that the time had come for the town to pay its tithe.

"It isn't your fault, Luna," he said. The priestess placed a hand on his cheek, and when she finally looked at him, her eyes swam with tears.

"I'm so sorry, Noctis," she said. "I've sent you to your death."

She left him there, chained to the same circle that the demon king's last servant had been tied to, watching the sun sink over the grey horizon. He'd heard that the last servant had to be dragged to the circle in chains, and her family kept under guard in their home. That year, the harvest had failed, and night fell early for nearly a decade, heralding the approach of creatures that stalked the outskirts of the town, searching for stragglers. He figured that this time, it could go easier if the king were given a willing sacrifice.

He wasn't sure exactly how willing he was, though. As the sun disappeared beneath the crest of the farthest hill, he felt a hot spike of terror in his chest, and subtly pulled at the chains holding him to the circle. They made a terrible grinding sound, but they held, and Noct struggled to steady his breathing.

"Goodness, what's this?"

Noct jolted, and the chains clattered as a tall man, dressed like a vagabond in a grey jacket and a high ruffled collar, crunched over the loose stone of the hillside towards Noct. His hair was dark in the dim light of dusk, but there was the faintest hint of red there, like wine. His face had the definition of an older man who had grown into his looks, with a sharp jawline and soft cheekbones, and his brows were lowered in fierce concern.

"Who did this to you, my boy?" he asked. He approached the circle, and Noct fell uselessly back, hands clenching around the short length of chain.

"You should go," Noct said. "It isn't safe here."

The man smiled. "For you, certainly. Was this some... prank? Something for a stag night, perhaps?"

"What's a stag n--No," Noct said. "No, it's. It's. There's a demon. Sort of. No one's seen him in ages, unless you count people like me, but he takes someone every--hold on, don't touch that!" His voice rose, desperately high, as the man reached for the chain on his right wrist. "Look, I have to stay here, okay? And no one else is allowed up here, 'cause if they are, they'll die. Alright? You get it?"

"Not in the slightest," the man said. He leaned against one of the curving slopes of the circle and looked Noct up and down. "I take it this is one of those quaint rustic traditions where they send a pretty little thing up to an altar to starve to death, and then when the crops don't do well, they assume their sacrifice wasn't virginal enough."

"What? No." Noct frowned. "No, this is real."

"Of course it is." The man looked out over the darkening sky. "I expect whatever it is happens at night?"

"That's what they say. So you should really get going."

The man hummed to himself, as though mulling it over. "No," he said, after a slow, awful minute had passed. "I like to think of myself as a man of no consequence, in the grand scheme of things, but I can't allow a man in the prime of life to be used as a backwards country sacrifice." He pushed away from the circle, and carefully examined the chain around Noct's left wrist. "Oh, this is easy enough to break."

"You can't," Noct said. "Don't, this'll fuck everything up, you-" He gasped as the man gripped the length of chain in both hands and yanked painfully, bending one of the links out of line. As he picked at it with his fingers, Noct lifted a foot and kicked out at his knees.

"None of that," the man said idly, sidestepping him as Noct kicked again. "Honestly, one would think you'd be grateful."

The chain snapped, and Noct wrapped his fingers around the hook instead, holding on tight. The man only rolled his eyes and saw to the second chain. When they were both off, spilling onto the ground with a clatter of metal, Noct glared the man down and kept his hands in place.

"Go on," the man said. He flapped his hands like one would to shoo off a bird. "Go home."

"No," Noct said.

"I'm telling you to go home," the man said. "You're free."

"And I'm telling you I'm not," Noct snapped back.

The man stared at him for a long moment. Finally, just as the greyness of dusk gave way to the cool blue of true evening, his look of well-meaning shock gave way to pure, unbridled pleasure. His lips peeled back in a smile, and Noct's fingers clenched on the hooks as he saw his incisors flash in the moonlight, too long and sharp to be fully human.

"Oh, my dear boy," said the demon king. "You are a wonder."

A/N: It’s not too smutty but I hope it’s okay orz
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Nyx thought as ‘rubbish’ about most of Citadel’s gossips. They were the same as in every other place in the country: who slept with who, who cheated on who et cetera. Really, the only difference between gossips at the Citadel and those in Nyx’s neighborhood was different names of people those gossips were about.

Which was why Nyx laughed when Libertus shared the latest gossip about what had been happening to glaives having guard duty at prince Noctis’s chambers. It was so ridiculous to think that that lazy, closed off kid would have ever invite any of his guards to his room for activities which would result in being kicked out of the country or worse.

Leaning against the door of said chambers and looking down at the satisfied face of the prince Noctis, Nyx sent quiet apologies to Libertus for laughing at him. Seemed like not all gossips were so useless after all.

“So, Glaive,” Noctis purred, sliding his palm up and down on Nyx’s thigh. “Do you still want to leave?” There was hunger in Noctis’s eyes when he brushed his cheek against Nyx’s spent cock, his lips red and swollen, traces of Nyx’s come on his cheeks.

Nyx let his body answer by picking up the prince and carrying him to his bedroom. Noctis chuckled against his ear and Nyx’s knees buckled when he heard “my hero” whispered into it. Almost as quick as if he had warped, Nyx was in the bedroom, throwing Noct onto the bed and jumping onto him, Noctis’s laughter filling the room before he had his mouth full of Nyx’s cock again, his eyes shining mischievously and Nyx found himself laughing in response.
He would have to change his mind completely over the prince being “lazy”; Noctis could be very focused when properly motivated.

And when a few days later Drautos was making a schedule of guards keeping watch on Noctis’s chambers, Nyx might have made sure that he would have the night guard for at least four times in next week.

*-*-*

“No, I spoke with Cor about it already,” Titus said to the phone, searching for a document with list of shipments on his messy desk and trying to not get distracted by the darkhaired head bobbing between his thighs. “Clarus, you have to understand –”

Titus was suddenly very happy to be interrupted by Clarus because of course Noctis had to choose that moment to start sucking around the head of Titus’s cock and simultaneously squeezing Titus’s balls. It was the shortest way to make Titus mad with desire and he cursed the prince under his breath, while trying to let out any embarrassing sound especially with Clarus on the line.

Looking down he could see how Noctis was staring up at him, his red lips stretched prettily around Titus’s cock. He twisted his hand in that dark hair and pushed Noctis’s face close, making the prince swallow more of his cock – it went easily, with Noctis’s gulping loudly around him, face screwed with pleasure. The boy surely had had some practice somewhere else than with Titus but he didn’t mind it much; he could always bend Noctis over his desk later and ‘punish’ him for sleeping around.

Still listening to Clarus, Titus moved his hand from Noctis’s hair to his throat and squeezed it, putting just enough pressure to feel it on his cock when Noctis’s throat convulsed around him. Noctis dig his fingers threateningly into Titus’s thighs but other than that he didn’t even try to move back.

Titus smiled.

After everything would be done and throne staircase would be soaking in Regis’s blood, he wondered if they would let him keep his little toy.

Nyx gets tasked with sorting through the Prince's mail and finds a box full sex toys from an online company and now all he can think about is the Prince using the various toys on himself.

Cor was sure he had broken at least seven of rules he knew about when he had let the prince to sleep in his room at the hotel in Altissia. Noctis had claimed he had heard someone lurking close to his room and so Cor had decided it might not be a bad idea to agree to Noctis sleep in his rooms.

He had been surprised seeing Nyx smirking at him then and now, he still preferred to not ask.

How many rules one was breaking for letting the Crown Prince suck him off?

Cor wasn’t sure how exactly that had happened but somehow he ended lying flat on his back on the sofa with Noctis hovering above him.

“Your highness I –”

“Hush,” Noctis murmured against his lips before going down and unzipping Cor’s pants. He licked his lips when he realized that Cor wasn’t wearing any underwear and Cor had to muffle his moan into a pillow. “Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop.” Noctis’s eyes were gleaming in the darkness. “I see how you look at me.”

The right thing to do would be telling Noctis to go to sleep and leave him alone, but the moment Noctis’s wet lips closed around Cor’s cock, he lost his ability to think about what was right and not. Noctis was humming around the cock in his mouth, licking it and sucking like a candy, and Cor had to squeeze the mattress under him to not reach for Noctis’s head to hold him in place and fuck into that hot, wet mouth.

Suddenly, Noctis moved back. Eyes already adjusted to the lack of light, Cor saw how Noctis was smiling.

“You don’t have to be so careful, Marshal,” Noctis murmured licking the side of Cor’s cock and taking Cor’s hand into his own. He put it on his head; Cor’s fingers squeezed soft hair under them on their own. Noctis moaned quietly and the long lick Cor received the next second felt like a reward. “I don’t mind it rough.”

The next morning they had to use Potion on Noctis’s sore throat yet instead of getting yelled at – Cor might have been a little too enthusiastic after Noctis had deepthroated him – Noctis asked if Cor would ride with him in the car back to the Crown City, for safety reasons.

“Of course, your Highness,” Cor answered, definitely not thinking about the broad, soundproof wall in the car between the driver and passengers. “For your safety.”

Noctis’s lips spread in a smile.

*-*-*

Ignis prided himself on many things: his quick thinking, tactician skills, cooking skills, intelligence, and ability to throw a dagger across a room to hit a spider – he did that only once, actually, on a dare from Gladio but the result remained.

Still, Ignis knew he had problems with letting himself relax. It was difficult to relax when you had to attend Council’s meetings, make sure that the prince was eating right and doing his homework, and submit reports to the King himself for evaluation. Noctis had always repeated that Ignis should take a break but never, even in million years, Ignis didn’t think Noctis would take matters into his own hands.

Or mouth.

“That’s… highly inappropriate,” Ignis panted, leaning against the seat of the armchair, the report he had been reading before crumbled in his closed fist. “Noct…”

“You have been working too much recently,” Noctis said, authority seeping into his voice. It should sound ridiculous - Noctis on his knees, snuggling his face against Ignis’s dripping cock – but if anything it only made Ignis harder. “And you haven’t been eating any sweets recently, you taste bitter,” Noctis chided him.

The whole situation was more than inappropriate. Ignis should have stopped it the first time it had happened yet he couldn’t say “no” to the begging face of his prince. And Noct looked so pretty with mouth full of cock Ignis was quickly becoming addicted to the sight of it. Noctis would lick his lips after a meal and Ignis was ready to push his trousers down.

“Let me take care of you, Iggy,” Noctis whispered before licking at Ignis’s cockhead and swallowing him whole.

Ignis threw his head back, moaning loudly, completely forgetting about the report he was supposed to read.

His prince’s orders were the most important after all.

Would OP be cool with fluffy-ish Clone/Ardyn?
(the better to display how /utterly creepy/ Ardyn is in all other contexts) And from the clone's perspective? I've got a rough outline, but I'm not sure it's what you'd be interested in.

Ooooo. Not OP, but I /like/. Ardyn's such a delight, testing/toying with Noct like that.

“Shit, Noct,” Gladio cursed, gripping the bench under himself. “Someone could come here any moment.”

Noctis stopped slurping around Gladio’s cock just long enough to pant “What? Scared?” before he went back to his task. Gladio’s thighs trembled and he cursed again, that time himself, for letting Noctis talk himself into doing that.

Of course he had heard some rumours about Noctis’s special “hobby” but he had never paid any attention to them. After all, there were many shameful, untrue rumours about Gladio himself so he hadn’t seen any reason to believe into anything he had heard about Noctis.

That was until the moment when after taking a shower after a sparring session, in the locker room, Noctis had leaned against Gladio’s locker, hooked his finger of the towel around Gladio’s hips and had murmured:

“Have you ever deepthroated anyone on the first try?”

It was flattering – Gladio didn’t think he was that big but Noctis’s words definitely stroked more than his ego – and somehow, instead of pushing Noctis away, Gladio let himself be sat on the bench (he blamed those beautiful, bottomless eyes) with Noctis kneeling between his spread legs, looking at Gladio’s cock with wonder.

"Bon appétit,” Noctis had murmured to himself, flashed Gladio a smirk and had gone down to business.

Noctis was working slowly at taking more and more of Gladio’s cock into his mouth, sucking loudly around it. Gladio had his fingers fisted into Noctis’s hair, not pushing Noctis’s face closer but not letting the prince back away – Gladio would do his best to help Noctis deepthroat him on the first try.

Gladio bit his lip, trying not to buck into warmth of Noctis’s mouth. He hadn’t received such good blowjob in a while; Noctis was so eager and was sucking on him just right –

Noctis looked up at him, his eyes filled with pleasure and Gladio’s breath caught in his throat. Pale hands squeezed Gladio’s hips and Noctis blinked slowly, moving his palms as if he did want Gladio to fuck into his mouth – those red lips were so close to taking Gladio’s whole cock he could actually feel his rational part of the brain melting.

Slowly, not breaking eye contact with Noctis, Gladio pushed his hips forward, still keeping Noctis’s head in place and for a moment making Noct take his whole cock. Noctis whined around him, his hands flying to his own dick, and Gladio thrusted again, encouraged by the sounds Noctis started to make.

Soon he was facefucking Noctis, his Prince, in the smelly locker room, pushing Noctis’s face into his pubes and holding him there, waiting for Noctis’s throat to convulse around him from the lack of air before releasing him just enough for Noct to take shallow breath.

The whole time Noctis was jerking himself off, looking at Gladio as if Gladio lit the sun, his lips spread impossibly wide, spit and pre-cum glistening on them. Gladio felt himself throbbing, his thrusts getting quicker with how close to orgasm, to painting Noct’s face white, he was getting.

The King himself would come in right now and Gladio would tell him to get lost.

After all, his Prince wanted him and Gladio lived to serve him.

*-*-*

Prompto couldn’t believe in many things happening in life. Somehow, probably because Astrals loved to mess with him, he had become friends with the prince Noctis at school. And not only that, but the two of them were meeting outside of school too! Prompto had been invited to the prince – “Just call me Noct” – place whole seventy eight times.

If he told that his younger self, the kid wouldn’t believe him.
Yet nothing in the world – playing video games with Noctis, training with him and Gladio, being invited by the Marshal himself holy shit for a practice, sleeping over in Noctis’s apartment – would prepare Prompto for celebrating his 18th birthday.

His parents called him early in the morning and after school Noctis took Prompto to his place. There was a big birthday cake with chocolate frosting and even presents from Gladio and Ignis.

“They are sorry but had to go to the Citadel,” Noctis had said. Something almost impish in his face had made Prompto pause in unwrapping gifts. “It means more cake for us, right?”

“Y-yea, right.” Prompto had laughed nervously, something telling him that something hadn’t been right.

He quickly learnt what it was.

“Astrals,” Prompto breathed out, pressing the pillow into his face and bucking his hips up, straight into Noctis’s willing mouth. “This is the best birthday ever… Ramuh, do that again!”

They had been watching some action-packed movie on the sofa in the living room when Noctis had suddenly moved closer to Prompto, his fingers brushing over Prompto’s thigh, blue eyes looking into him, lips wet and slightly parted, and Prompto had found himself nodding before completely processing everything.

Noctis had smiled at him, playfully kissed Prompto’s nose, and had slid down, hungrily pushing his face against Prompto’s crotch.

“You know, no one has ever called me any of Astrals’s names.” That impish look was back on Noctis’s face, his eyes twinkling, his hand steadily pumping Prompto’s cock. “Do that again,” he commanded hotly.

The wet hotness of Noctis’s mouth engulfed Prompto’s cock again. He looked down, at how Noctis was laying on the sofa, his head bobbing in the same rhythm as his hips were rutting against pillows and swore to call Noctis by every name Noctis would want to if that only would make Noctis continue worshipping his cock like that.

The end

A/N: I hope that OP likes it. I'll post AO3 link later.

*delighted cackling* oh my god, trash Jesus was definitely not planning for that outcome. Does this mean Iedolas is now the chosen king? It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

OP is fine with weird fluff. It's really that works with Ardyn TBH.

HOT DAMN that was lovely. Oh Noctis. All that practice, I bet he sucks cock like a champ.

Here is the link to AO3 if anyone is interested: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12118710

Thank you! I'm sure that at this point Noct plans to have actual oral orgy ;)

OP - No there's already a fic about that. I'd prefer a non-funny situation. :-)

I just always thought how different it would be if ignis's blindness was from mental trauma instead of an injury.

OP - *high-pitched shrieking* !!!

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING SO FAR!!!

I love how amused Ardyn is by the ritual sacrifice. I wonder if he just wanted the thrill of chasing his food or if he genuinely wanted to shoo poor Noct away home haha

So we see in Brotherhood that Ignis is allowed to sit in on official meetings, even though all we see him doing is taking notes. But maybe some snobbish asshole on the council doesn't want him there or is resentful that this kid gets to be there, and threatens him that if he ever speaks up he'll be severely punished.

Give me a situation where he feels forced to speak up or else something is going to go horribly wrong (like Zuko did in Avatar) because there's a HUGE FLAW in the plan being discussed, and how does NO ONE ELSE see it, here's how to fix it, etc. His suggestion is rejected, but when the councilors' plan is presented to the king, Clarus and/or Cor, they point out the same flaw Ignis did and ask how they're going to fix it. Someone mentions the Scientia boy has a plan, where'd he go?

Meanwhile, Ignis is getting the shit kicked out of him and taunted by the asshole nobleman because he can't retaliate for some reason, until Regis, Clarus, Cor, etc. show up and stop it. Give me some papa!Regis, Clarus and Cor with plenty of h/c for Iggy. Maybe the bros also flip out when they hear about it and get overprotective of Iggy/makes sure he's on bed rest because he has broken bones/so help me Ignis we're gonna
train when you're better so this won't happen again.

OP - *high-pitched whining* !!! *spontaneously combists*

THAT WAS AMAZING!!! All the blowjobs were so in character (hahaha). So very hot, I loved every word. Thank you!!

A!A Thank you! Ardyn is so much like a cat playing with its prey in this fic that he might as well be batting Noctis around with his paws.

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Prompt Post Round Five

Re: Any pairing or gen, Prompto asked to infiltrate Niflheim

Re: Any pairing or gen, Prompto asked to infiltrate Niflheim

The Emperor gets his goddamned Crystal, now he has to pay the Price

Re: The Emperor gets his goddamned Crystal, now he has to pay the Price

Re: The guys covering a naked Noct with their jackets

Ignis/Any - dancing at a formal event

Re: Ignis/Any - dancing at a formal event

FILL [1/?] Re: Noct is Vampire King Ardyn's newest pet

Fill: Slutty teen Noctis gives everyone blowjobs part 1/3

Nyx/Noctis, Sex toy fantasies

Re: Fill: Slutty teen Noctis gives everyone blowjobs part 2/3

Re: Ardyn/MTClone, Clone kept as as sex slave

Re: FILL [1/?] Re: Noct is Vampire King Ardyn's newest pet

Re: Fill: Slutty teen Noctis gives everyone blowjobs part 3/3

Re: The Emperor gets his goddamned Crystal, now he has to pay the Price

Re: Ardyn/MTClone, Clone kept as as sex slave

Re: Fill: Slutty teen Noctis gives everyone blowjobs part 3/3

AO3 link Fill: Slutty teen Noctis gives everyone blowjobs part 3/3

Re: Fill: Slutty teen Noctis gives everyone blowjobs part 3/3

Re: The guys covering a naked Noct with their jackets

Any/Ignis or Gen - Ignis blindness caused by trauma

Re: FILL [1/?] Re: Noct is Vampire King Ardyn's newest pet

Gen, Ignis pulls a Zuko, speaks up at a meeting and gets beaten for it

Re: Fill: Slutty teen Noctis gives everyone blowjobs part 3/3

Re: FILL [1/?] Re: Noct is Vampire King Ardyn's newest pet