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There was no way he could keep his hands off him. He thumbed Ignis' hole. Ignis twitched at the touch, muscles shifting in his back.

“Now that's a view.”

Noct pushed at his arm. “So move your behemoth ass out of the way so we can all see it.”

“Maybe if you did those drills you were supposed to practise you could move me outta the way, your future majesty.”

“Come on, guys--” Prompt began..

“Butt out, Prompto. I wanna know why our princelet here things he can order me around in here cause I don't remember agreeing to that.”

Ignis pushed himself off the desk. “Can't you all stop squabbling and concentrate on the task at hand for once?”

“He--!” Noct tried.

“I don't want to hear it. I asked for a couple of hours for myself and if you are incapable of granting me even that, then you can both wait outside while I continue with Prompto.”

Prompto startled, looking kinda like a meerkat in a crosshair. Noct play-kicked him in the ankle. “Fucking teacher's pet,” he muttered.

“Noct,” Ignis said, sternly.

“Tell Gladio to back off!”

“You will all get your time with me and the both of you are being quite overbearing. In fact, both of you can sit back down. On your hands. No. No more talking. I'm quite serious about sending you outside.”

“You're pretty fucking authoritarian for a guy with his dick out,” Gladio said.

Ignis didn't grace that with a reply, just pointed to the flimsy fucking desk Gladio had only just escaped. But he believed Ignis was dead serious, so he parked his ass down in it again. Noctis glared at him and dragged his feet but he sat down too.

“Very good,” Ignis said. “Prompto, shall we continue?”

This is so hot I can barely type. I love just how desperate everyone is for Ignis and all your descriptions of Iggy (how modest he is or how he would slip away from Gladio if he only wanted that) were great too. I enjoyed the first part a lot; it was a great beginning! Then everything became very, very hot, and of course Gladio and Noctis had to irritate Iggy :p I don't mind fics where characters do not break their roles, but I admit I loved how Iggy bossed everyone around in the last part.

I can't wait to read more, Authoranon. You are a talented writer and I honestly enjoy reading this story.

Potential filler here— would you like him to just have the ability to orgasm, or ejaculate as well? Since those are two different things—

ooooh boys settle down, your job is wrecking Ignis, not fighting each other haha

Op - Ejaculating optional - I could go either way honestly.

aaaaaaa this is so good! I love the amount of planning Ignis put in. I really felt bad for him when Gladio and Noct started arguing just as things were getting spicy. Let the man have his scene, you guys!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13348641/chapters/30562191

Months later, but I hope you enjoy this if you're looking, OP! It's a WIP but I intend to have it finished within the next week; I'm trying to get it all out before I lose track of it, haha.

Gladnis + Ignis in an Unhappy Marriage
“Cosmetics”
Gladio watched Ignis from across the room as the conference was adjourn. The emerald eyed envoi and personal assistant of the prince captured his attention and his heart with a soothing demeaner, graceful frame and surprising sense of humor. He was beautiful, intelligent, kind, and possessed an admirable sense of duty.
His crush had begun several years about, Ignis made him a carefully crafted lunchbox for his 13th birthday, there career paths brought them closer together…but they never ever take the dive into a relationship. Though both held feelings for each other the fear of the impact their intimacy might have on their careers, made them too fearful to proceed.
Gladio regretted not taking that plunge. For Ignis was everything he would ever want in a partner and more.
And now he was taken.
A man at least 10 years Ignis’ Senior caught his arm, as they exited the room. The man stopped Ignis to talk with him before he leaned in for a casual kiss on the cheek. Ignis smiled, a polite doll like smile up at the man before they went their separate ways.
Sir Icarus Hershal, even the name was ugly, Gladio mused. Hershal was the 2nd son of some noble from some distant relative of the late King Mors. Not true royalty, but above the gentry, which is why Ignis’ Uncle surely made the match. Hershal was not at all handsome, with a weak jaw and thin lips. He was tall, pale man with light blue eyes and thinning yellow hair. His body was robust and carried a little weight around his middle and hips. He had large hands with short fingers that contrasted in every way against Ignis own slender wrists and hands.
But Hershal’s aesthetics would have been trivial, if Ignis was happy. It was painfully clear, though that he wasn’t. Ignis frozen when they touched and forced smiles at every distasteful compliment. He was putting up with his noble Fiancée. The young retainer was honorable and wanted to respect his uncle’s wishes. Every small interaction Gladio saw between the two of them, every rumor and piece of information he collected about Icarus Hershal fed his hate for the man.
Prompto and Noctis had noticed that Ignis had become much more withdrawn, he had all but stopped talking to Gladio. The shield had his suspicions that Hershal, “Forbade” their interaction outside of work. Then there was the last Gala at which Hershal, ‘joked’ about teaching his fiancée to act like a noble and not a, ‘countryside tramp’ with the Glaive Tredd.
And of course, whatever horrible things, he was doing to Ignis behind closed doors. Gladio was not a hateful person, but this man was unlovable. And Ignis was just expected to spend the rest of his life with him. It was cruel and unfair.
Their wedding was fast approaching and Gladio’s stomach turned when he received an invitation. He fought the impulse to through it out the window or light in on fire, for the sake of setting a good example for his little sister. But the urge was strong.
Weeks passed, Gladio and Ignis’ interaction had whittled down to passing conversations in the corridors of the citadel, even their lunches never overlapped anymore. Then, one chilly morning on his way to the training center, for his morning workout Gladio caught Ignis slinking into his office, with his head down.
Something was very wrong, he was walking gingerly, and he was trying to not let anyone see his face. Gladio turned off his path and followed him. He paused outside the door before knocking.
“Just a minute.” He heard Ignis’ voice, unusually hoarse.
Gladio waited patiently until the door opened. Ignis looked up at him through the cracked door, wearing foundation. Ignis was a well groomed young man, but he never usually included makeup in his beauty routine. He was blessed with wonderful skin, and had no need for it. His right eye, however was slightly more closed than the other,
It was swollen. His face was swollen. Someone, Hershal had struck Ignis. Gladio hadn’t even began the conversation, he already knew that was what had happened.
“Can I come in?” Gladio finally spoke. Ignis looked almost defeated as he sighed and widened the door. Gladio entered and closed the door behind him. “What did he do?”
Ignis shakes his head, “Gladio, there is no need to make such a fuss about this-“
Gladio pulled his hand down over his face in frustration and began to pace. “A fuss? No need to make a fuss? He hit you- Hershal-”
“My husband to be,” Ignis interrupted, “It wasn’t his fault- I- was.”
Gladio stared at Ignis in disbelief as Ignis as he attempted to defend his abuser, “What? How could that possibly- not be his fault….it was his hand wasn’t it?”
Ignis is quiet, he flushes a little and steps back, he bites his lip. “I can’t say- It was an…intimate matter…it would be inappropriate.” He grew redder and redder, his chest heaved as his heart rate elevated. Gladio studied him, his mannerisms his fear his embarrassment.
“Intimate?” Gladio asked, pressing. “He did that to you during intimacy.”
Ignis turned around so that he was no longer looking at him.
Astrals, he did.
“I wasn’t being a very good partner-“Ignis said in a whisper, “I didn’t- want to, I had no right to deny him though…after all that is expected in a marriage.”
“…he raped you.” Gladio felt his blood run cold as the words left his lips
“Nonsense,” Ignis crossed his arms over his chest, readjusted his posture to a false confidence, “he’s my husband. He can’t rape me.” His voice quivered. He didn’t even believe that statement. Gladio reached out carefully and placed a hand on Ignis’ shoulder.
“Ignis, Iggy, Astrals…I am begging you.” Gladio plead, “Go to medical, get away from this man.”
Ignis shook his head, “I can’t-“
“Yes you can, you are brave I can help you.”
“My uncle-“
“Will understand,” Gladio encouraged, "Ignis, please-" he stepped around him and kneeled before him, "You are so loved..."
Tears flowed from Ignis'eyes washing away some of the make up hidding the mark on his cheek and the discolouration around his eye.
"You will not have to do this alone. You are not alone."

I can do a short fill for this.

author anon is a sucker for fluffy nokupuro so here you are!! might not be really good but i tried.

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Noctis stared at the thermometer in his hands in disbelief. “The hell, it’s 39 degrees. You’re sick, Prom. Why didn’t you say anything when I texted you earlier?”

“I’m fine...” Prompto whined, but a wave of violent coughs swallowed his protest, his head hanging weakly on the edge of his bed. “I’ll just sleep... I’ll be okay in the morning...”

“Since when did you feel sick?” Noctis knelt down and stroked Prompto’s sweat-matted bangs away, feeling his forehead. Hell, he’s so hot, it’s abnormal.

“Last night...” the blonde rasped. “Figure that... I can sleep it off...”
Noctis scrunched his eyebrows. “Did you take any medicine? Eat something?” When Prompto shook his head, he cursed. “Dammit, Prom.”

“I’m sorry...” Prompto reached and squeezed his hand that was caressing the blonde’s face. “You better get home, Noct... Don’t want you—“ he turned his head and coughed. “—to get sick as well.”

“The hell I’m going home. You have a high fever and a nasty cough, and have neither medicine nor food. There’s no way I’m leaving you alone,” Noctis grumbled. In situation like this perhaps he would have asked Ignis to come and drive Prompto and him back to his own apartment so he could take care of his boyfriend there, properly, but Ignis had told him that he had an urgent matter to attend in the Citadel and most likely wouldn’t stop by Noctis’s apartment until tomorrow. Which, he thought as no problem as he was going to spend the weekend together with Prompto anyway, playing games and watching the movies he had rented.

Who would have thought that he would found his boyfriend lying weakly on the bed, ridden with sickness instead?

Noctis went to check the kitchen after making sure that Prompto had settled as comfortably as he could. There was almost nothing left in the kitchen—only a few unopened snacks and biscuits packs that Noctis was sure not intended to be given to a sick person. The refrigerator was also devoid of any proper ingredients; a few eggs and a pack of white bread were all it had inside. Noctis sighed—he couldn’t take care of Prompto like this.

In the end, he decided to text Ignis.

[Noct] Prom’s sick. There’s nothing in his house -12.45
[Noct] Tell me what I should do/buy/whatever -12.45

He didn’t expect a reply in such a short time, but he received one just a few minutes after.

[Ignis] Ignis is busy -12.49
[Ignis] Told me to type instead. He’s here -12.49
[Ignis] But hey, blondie’s sick? -12.50
[Ignis] I thought idiots don’t catch colds -12.50

Noctis scowled. This must be Gladio, with his rude remarks.

[Noct] Fuck off Gladio -12.51
[Noct] He’s got a really high fever and his coughs sound bad -12.51
[Noct] Ask Ignis what I should do -12.51

He pocketed his phone and went back to Prompto’s room. The blonde was shivering even under the blankets, with the heater turned on slightly. Noctis sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand. “You alright Prom? Need anything?”

Prompto moaned. “...’m cold,” he said weakly. “My head hurts...”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I got you,” Noctis squeezed his hand. Just in time, his phone beeped with an incoming message, and Noctis fished it out quickly.

[Ignis] Ignis said to buy basic medications -13.02
[Ignis] Cold compresses will help, and if he feels stronger, bathe him with warm water -13.02
[Ignis] Medicines sold in convenience store should help for now -13.02
[Ignis] Get him to eat sth before the meds. Light-broth soup sold in cans or lightly-salted porridge will do -13.03
[Ignis] Drink much liquid to substitute the sweat... or so -13.03
[Ignis] If he doesn’t get better by tomorrow I’ll stop by -13.04
[Ignis] We’ll take him to the doctor -13.04

Noctis hummed. It shouldn’t be too much work. He just need to make a quick trip to the nearest convenience store and buy everything he needed for the weekend. Leaving Prompto for thirty minutes would be fine, right?

Just as he was prepared to leave (after coaxing Prompto to try and go to sleep), his phone beeped again.

[Ignis] Dude, Ignis also said to not cook -13.09
[Ignis] PFFT YOU BLEW UP A PAN? How can a pan blow up anyway?? -13.09

[Noct] It’s just one-time accident. -13.10
[Noct] And yes I know that -13.10
[Noct] I’ll get him the canned soup, alright -13.10
[Noct] Say hi and thanks to Ignis -13.11

He put his phone back into his pocket, grabbed his wallet, and hurried towards the nearest convenience store.

In reality, it took him more than 30 minutes to gather all the things he needed, because he didn’t know which medicine to pick. He ended up staring at the medicine rack in the convenience store, scrunching his eyebrows as he looked through the stacks of different cold medicine strips and cough syrups, before giving up and texted Ignis again. This time, Ignis sent him several images of common cold medicines, and Noctis picked up a few of them, in case Prompto needed more. He picked up several more items; a pack of masks, cold compress packs, some cough drops, and vitamin C candies.

He also threw a few cans of premade soup to the basket for Prompto, along with several snacks and ready-to-eat packaged meals for himself. At least if he couldn’t cook, he should be able to use the microwave in Prompto’s kitchen. Easy enough.

He paid for the stuffs and then hurried back to Prompto’s house, hoping that the blond would be fine by himself for the time being.

Noctis quietly slipped inside the house with the key he had received from Prompto when they first dated and put the shopping bags on the dining table, before checking on Prompto. His boyfriend was still lying on the bed, but he wasn’t asleep—when Noctis entered his room, Prompto tilted his head to look at him.

“...Noct...?” he whispered, his eyes unfocused. “Thought... You went home already...”

“I already said before, I’m not leaving you alone,” Noctis insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed to caress Prompto’s cheek. “I bought some medicines and soup. Do you want to eat here or in the living room?”

Prompto paused for a while. “The living room...” he said. “Don’t wanna... be too long in the room.”

Noctis nodded. He stood up and let Prompto got up from the bed, supporting him when he swayed. He took the blanket and wrapped it around Prompto’s shoulders before leading him outside, towards the sofa in the living room. Once the blond had sat comfortably Noctis went to retrieve the cold compress and put on a mask to protect himself from the germs. It wouldn’t be very funny if he ended up sick together with Prompto.

“Here,” he said, tearing the foil and took out the compress, before peeling the protector film and put it on Prompto’s burning forehead carefully, letting the cooling gel stuck on the skin. “This should help lowering your temperature. If you feel better, I’ll run you a bath later.”

“I’m not a baby...” Prompto whined, but there was no mistaking the sigh of content as he sank back towards the sofa.

“You’re not; just a very sick person with 39 degrees’ fever,” Noctis chided him gently as he took out all the items he bought from the bag and put them on the table. “You have to eat something before I can give you medicine. Soup should be okay, right?”

“...I don’t feel really hungry, Noct,” Prompto replied.

Noctis stopped and glared at the sofa’s direction. Prompto was buried under his blanket and had his eyes closed, head propped with a pillow, so the blond couldn’t see him, but he did it anyway. “Even you’re not hungry, I insist.”

“...you sound awfully like Ignis.”

The prince rolled his eyes. “Thanks, and that means I’m qualified and obliged to take care of you until you recover,” he took the can on his hand and started reading the labels. He wouldn’t want to blow up Prompto’s microwave trying to reheat the soup. “So shut up and just let me take care of my sick boyfriend.”

“...qualified, huh,” Prompto said, and Noctis could hear the smile in his tone. “So confident—” he snorted, but a wave of coughs stopped him mid-sentence. “—when you can’t even c-cook.”

Noctis stood up and walked towards the kitchen to take a ceramic bowl from the cupboard. Thankfully, the can had a ring on its lid, so Noctis didn’t have to worry about can opener. “I know how to reheat things and cook instant noodles,” he replied back, as he poured the contents of the can into the bowl. “We’ll be okay.”

Prompto murmured something incorrigible, maybe something about not trusting Noctis, but the prince ignored him. Even if he screwed up the soup, he can just order something to be delivered later.

He popped the bowl into the microwave and set the timer to the indicated amount the can had told him. The faint sound of TV could be heard from the living room, and he saw that Prompto had turned the TV on. Perhaps he was bored.

“Anything good to watch?” Noctis asked.

“...just local channels,” Prompto murmured, burying himself deeper to the blanket. “’t’s not as nice as yours.”

“Hey, I’m here to spend time with you. Not to watch TV,” the prince replied as the microwaved dinged. He took out the piping hot bowl with a rag and brought it to the living room. “Eat some.”

“...I said I’m not hungry...”

“And I did say I insist,” Noctis said, bringing in a spoon and a bag of crisps for himself. He pulled his mask down and sat on the sofa, right beside the bundled-up Prompto, holding the bowl up. “I’ll feed you.”

Noctis didn’t think that Prompto’s face could go redder since he was sick now, but he did. “W-What—“ he rasped, backing away. “I... I don’t need to be—“ he coughed. “—fed!”

“So will you eat by yourself?” Noctis asked. Prompto didn’t answer. “See?”

“I’ll... I’ll just eat when I’m hungry...”

“You haven’t eaten anything since last night. You just don’t have the appetite because you’re sick,” Noctis scooped a bit of the soup with the spoon, gave it a few blows before shoving it in front of Prompto’s lips. “Come on. For me, Prom?”

“Nnnn...” Prompto whimpered, but he finally parted his lips, and Noctis watched in satisfaction as his boyfriend slurped in the soup. “...tastes so bad.”

“Nothing tastes good when you’re sick,” Noctis had the second scoop prepared already. “Just endure it for now. Tomorrow Gladio and I will get you to a doctor, okay?”

Prompto didn’t answer, but he didn’t reject the spoon pressed to his lips and opened his mouth obediently. Noctis kept feeding him the soup until they’re all gone, and put the bowl away before pressing the medicine to Prompto’s hand. “Take one.”

His blond boyfriend made a disgusted face. “Ew.”

Noctis glared at him. “Take one, Prom, or I’ll make you.”

“How?” Even with rasped voice, Prompto still sounded smug. “You’re gonna feed me again, Noct?”

Noctis frowned. Even sick, Prompto was really stubborn sometimes. He crouched down suddenly, until he was hovering over Prompto, bringing his face close to the blond and catching him unprepared.

“N-Noct?!”

“If you take your medicine,” Noctis whispered, “I promise I’ll give you a treat when you recover.”

“T-Treat?” Prompto squeaked. “Like what?”

Noctis pressed their face even closer now, so close that the peak of their nose were touching. “You’ll find out when you recover, so take your medicine like a good kid and get well soon, okay?” He grinned and messed Prompto’s hair, earning a disgruntled sound from his boyfriend.

“I’m not a child!” Prompto replied.

“Then stop acting like one and just eat your damn medicine,” Noctis laughed, before he stood up to put the bowl away in the kitchen sink. He returned back with a glass of water and gave it to Prompto, who accepted it reluctantly as he popped in the pill into his mouth and washed it down with a couple of gulps of water.

“Yuck,” he let out his tongue afterwards.

“There. Not so bad, right?” Noctis sat beside him again as he grabbed the crisps on the table and opened it. He pulled Prompto to his side so they were pressed against each other, blanket on their lap.

“...if you want to share the blanket, all you have to do is ask nicely,” Prompto grumbled, but he leaned towards Noctis, his head slightly resting on Noctis’s shoulder. The dark-haired teen just raised an eyebrow and started munching the snack, watching the TV. They were now showing a local drama, with exaggerated tragic triangle love conflicts plot involving a pretty actress playing as the female lead. He snorted; it sounded like something Gladio would like to watch.

“Reminds me again why I don’t watch TV nowadays,” Noctis laughed when they arrived at the scene where the female lead was reunited with her long lost lover. “That is so bad.”

“It’s a good entertainment, no matter how shitty it is,” Prompto chuckled. “Reminds me... Are you... going to stay here tonight, Noct?”

Noctis nodded. “Why?”

“...’cause... We can’t sleep together that I’m sick...” Prompto murmured to Noctis’s shoulder. “...you’ll have to take the couch.”

“Come on, Prom, that’s not a problem, really,” the prince stroked his hair gently and moved closer to kiss Prompto’s temple. “What’s important is that you get well soon. Okay?”

“...’kay,” the blond nodded.

They continued to watch the TV, with Noctis sometimes commenting about the show, until he felt that Prompto was no longer moving around. He glanced towards his boyfriend only to find out that Prompto had, on some point, dozed off on his shoulder, his breathing even and expression relaxed.

Noctis entangled himself carefully from the blanket and slowly, not wanting to jostle Prompto awake, hoisted him up his arms. Prompto shifted a bit, murmuring something and snuggled closer to Noctis’s chest, seeking for warmth, but he didn’t wake up. The prince brought him back to his room and carefully laid him on the bed, covering him with his blanket.

He peeled off the used cold pack from Prompto’s forehead and took his temperature again. 37.8 degrees—he was still a little bit feverish, but it wasn’t as high as before, so perhaps the medicine had started to kick in.

Noctis leaned down and brushed the bangs off Prompto’s sweaty forehead and gave him a kiss. “Sleep well, Prom,” he whispered, before sticking a new cold pack to his boyfriend’s forehead and left the room, closing the door gently.

awwww

#

Wow, those two couldn't handle sexual frustration. Anyone else would've been happy just to be invited but Noct and Gladio couldn't give it a rest for one day. Prompto would've hung around in the background, helping out where he could, but now Ignis was waiting for him to-- To... Well, do something.

“I want-- I want your mouth, professor,” he said. Too tremulous. He should try and talk like he ate gravel for breakfast. Like Gladio.

“My mouth?” Ignis cast around and set his sights on the clothes Gladio had torn off him. “You won't be getting anything from me, young man.”

Oh, right. They were still doing this. Ignis strolled past him while he was floundering – he heard Gladio huff impatiently – and stooped down to retrieve them. Prompto woke himself up and stamped down on them.

“No!”

“Mr. Argentum, this is most--”

Prompto slapped him square across the face. So hard he almost dislodged his glasses. A bright red handprint bloomed across Ignis' cheek. Oh. Crap. He had panicked. Ignis had said he wanted be roughed up but was that allowed? Ignis flushed as the print faded but not – huh – not from anger. His cock had hardened. He was still half-crouched from trying to grab his clothes and he tilted his face up. Those eyes.

“I told you,” Prompto said, voice stronger this time. “I want your mouth.”

He grabbed a clump of Ignis hair and mashed his face into his crotch. Ignis mouthed the outline of his cock through his pants, hot air and moisture, and Prompto had to stuff the heel of his hand into his own mouth to hold back a high, needy cry.

“Take-take it out,” he said, the words running together. He wanted that mouth on his bare skin right fucking now.

“I won't help you debase me.”

Man, Prompto's head was already spinning. But if Ignis wanted him to be mean he could be mean. Kinda. He grabbed Ignis' throat and pressed on his windpipe with his thumb. Not hard enough to block the airway just hard enough to warn. With the other hand he took out his cock, didn't miss the way Ignis' eyes fixed on it hungrily. Wow it was weird doing this with Noct and Gladio watching but whatever it wasn't like they hadn't seen it before. And yeah, he was hard already but Ignis was naked and on his knees for him. Did he dare? Apparently he did. He slapped Ignis across the face with it, twice, leaving a smear of pre-come high on his cheekbone. Bit back his immediate instinct to apologise.

“H-how dare you,” Ignis said but he had that tell-tale flush again. His voice should be illegal, it was so hot. “Unhand me at onc–”

Prompto pinched his nose shut until his mouth gasped open. He shoved his cock inside in one long thrust that pierced all the way to the back of Ignis' throat. Ignis gripped Prompto's pants for purchase and swallowed and swallowed until Prompto was buried all the way to the base in tight, convulsing heat. He didn't need to plug Ignis' nose anymore since it was mashed against his pelvis.

Ignis head knocked against the big desk and he pulled Prompto with him. Prompto tangled his fingers in his mussed-up hair instead holding on for dear life. “Oh– Sh– Fuck– ”

How was Ignis doing that without choking? Prompto fought to get his motor control back while Ignis was blowing his mind and also him. He gripped the two tufts of Ignis' hair tighter and snapped his hips, withdrawing from Ignis' throat only to slam back into it. Ignis gagged, throat spasming around Prompto's cock.

“Fuck.”

Prompto pulled out and held the base of his cock to shoot come across Ignis face. It covered him from brow to chin and streaked over one of the lenses of his glasses. Prompto moaned, squeezing out the last few seconds of his orgasm with a couple of last pumps while he drank in every detail of Ignis' wrecked, come-stained face.

It took him a moment to come-down and tuck himself away. When he did, Noct and Gladio were at large again. Noct high-fived him and Gladio slapped him on the back.

“Didn't know you had it in you.”

Thanks so much. I keep thinking about the end of Kingsglaive where Iggy just points to keep Prompto's eyes on the road, haha. He knows how to keep the rest of the boys under control.

They're such bonerkillers, haha. Thank you for the comment.

Thanks so much <3

well well welll prompto >.>

I didn't know Prompto had it in him too. Good job, Prompto! I wish I could see Noct and Gladio's faces when Prompto struck Iggy. I'm in still in shock that he did it. But that was one of things Iggy liked and I enjoyed how much he enjoyed that.

I really cannot wait to see what else is going to happen *.*

Niiiice I like to see Prompto take the initiative! So hot how Ignis is into getting roughed up and resists more to egg Prom on. I'm loving how this is unfolding!

Woof! Prompto taking charge is such a turn-on. Still being his in-character self about it too. This keeps getting hotter and hotter.

Heyyyy OP here. Had given up forever ago on seeing a fill for this and soooo excited that it got filled after all!!!!!!

Everything is so cute and soft~ I love it

Hello! I posted this fill on ao3 and tumblr :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13433604

http://desmondmlles.tumblr.com/post/169941868570/melted-heart

Hi OP! This is a!anon. So sorry that this takes so long - had my eyes on this quite on a while back then, but just recently found the energy to finish it, haha. I'm just glad that you like it!

happy 21st birthday, prince noctis! if i had known before, i would have prepared you a better gift—but i only have a day, so i hope you like this ٩(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

Noctis smiled at the rough sketch of himself, posing sideways as he looked down from the balcony of his room. Prompto didn’t even have him posing there, but he could capture all the important details clearly—and Noctis would really laugh at the bored, half-asleep expression Prompto had drawn him with. From the diary Prompto had left him behind, it seemed that Ignis, Gladio, and a few other people had thrown him a private birthday celebration. Prompto even had expressed his interest on Ignis’s meat pie and green curry soup.

He took the pen and started writing back.

thank you very much. i don’t need a gift after all—but still. thanks. this is awesome.
if you like ignis’s cooking so much, do come here sometime. i don’t know where you live, but if you’re at least still in lucis area, i can dispatch someone to pick you up.
you can even bring aranea and a few of your friends together. i won’t mind some extra company.

After more than three months exchanging bodies and living Prompto’s life, he still had no idea where the teen lived. Of course, with the currency they used and the language they spoke, it was apparent that he lived somewhere in Lucis. But the environment was unfamiliar to Noctis, and he didn’t remember where in the world would had a Shrine of Eos built. All the clues he got was left by his desk, from Prompto’s hand in form of sketches he did of his hometown; and with no leads, it was like doing a wild goose chase.

He closed the journal and put it back on the table, before lying down on the bed, exhausted. Today everything went as usual—the boring political meetings, decision makings, and then reports about the Niflheim army prowling around Lucis’s area. He heard that Imperial army had been spotted near the the border of Lucis, and the Kingsglaive soldiers had been dispatched to defend Lucis from it. He just hoped that everything went smoothly for them.

There was a knock on his door, and then it creaked open, Ignis at the door. “Noct,” he greeted. “A moment, please?”

Noctis raised himself from the bed. “Ignis,” he nodded, gesturing for the older man to come inside. “You need something?”

“Not exactly...” Ignis looked a little bit... confused. “I am just... concerned about you. Yesterday you acted really weird, even Gladio worries about you. But it seems that you’ve returned back to normal today...”

Noctis almost cringed. Prompto must have done something again. “Er... I don’t recall anything of sort...” he tried. Prompto didn’t say anything about it in his diary entry today, so it’s up to him to figure out what happened yesterday.

Ignis seemed to be hesitating, but he finally spoke. “You almost get your skull cracked by Gladio on yesterday’s training.”

Noctis’s eyes widened. “I... did?”

“Gladio said that he thought you were going to warp to him so he quickly moved to counterattack—but you tripped, and he almost swung down his blade to you. That’s according to him anyway,” Ignis explained. “You’ve been really... unfocused lately. Is there something on your mind, Noct?”

Noctis pondered for a proper response for a while. In the end, he chose to shake his head. “It’s nothing, Ignis. Probably just exhaustion. I haven’t had a proper rest since my birthday party,” he said, hoping that Ignis wouldn’t see through his lies.

The older man observed him with narrowed eyes. “Excuse me for asking, Noct...” he cleared his throat. “But are you seeing someone right now?”

“What? No!” Noctis quickly answered. “I’m not.”

“Those drawings on your desk...” Ignis stared at the direction of his desk now. “It’s not yours, isn’t it? Does someone draw them for you? They’re very accurate in detail, so I was wondering whether it was someone from the Crownsguard, the Kingsglaive, or the Citadel staffs, even.”

“Ignis, no,” the prince tried to explain. “I swear, I’m not seeing someone. But... But there’s this boy...” Noctis bit his lips when Ignis raised an eyebrow, curious. “Let’s just say that I’ve been correspondencing with him for a few months, and... I guess it’s what makes me different. Somehow.”

Ignis was silent for a while. “Noct... You’re an adult now, and I don’t want to sound nagging at all,” he started carefully. “But you’ll be inheriting the throne in a few years. With the Empire of Niflheim on our tails, trying to annex Lucis, you don’t have the luxury of... fooling around anymore.”

“I know!” Noctis snapped at him. “You don’t need to remind me at all; I’m perfectly aware of that! I just... I just want to be normal. Without this... political bullshits, or even being a prince. I don’t want all of this.”

“Yet, you are born with it,” the older man smiled bitterly. “If this... boy is important to you, I won’t stop you. While I don’t know what he has done, this boy certainly changes you, and I can see that he’s doing it in a good way.” Ignis stood up and patted Noctis’s shoulder gently. “I am here as your friend and adviser, and I can assure you, you can trust me with anything. You know that, right?”

That actually brought a small, relieved smile to his face. “Yeah,” Noctis said, lifting his head up. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. You’re just... concerned about me.”

“No problem at all,” Ignis let out a smile of his own. “You should probably apologise to Captain Drautos as well. I didn’t know the details—but if you need some memory refresh, Gladio should be able to tell you.”

“Uh... alright.”

Ignis nodded politely and left his room with a quiet ‘good night’, leaving the slightly confused Noctis behind. What had Prompto done to Captain Drautos, the leader of the Kingsglaive, he wondered? He hadn’t had much knowledge about the Kingsglaive since they directly served the King, his father, and Gladio was part of the Crownsguard, so Noctis hung out more with the Crownsguard members.

But whatever it was, it could wait until tomorrow. Noctis yawned and flopped down back onto the bed, feeling so tired all of sudden. Sleep came over him merely minutes later.

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short update but i managed. :D we'll start digging deeper to the core problem :3

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Prompt Post Round Five

FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 6/?

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 6/?

Re: Noctis/Any, Erectile dysfunction

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 6/?

Re: Noctis/Any, Erectile dysfunction

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 6/?

Fill (on AO3): Any bro/Prompto or gen, Bullies stuff Prompto in a locker

Re: Gladio/Ignis + Ignis Unhappy In An Arranged Marriage

Filled: Gladio/Ignis + Ignis Unhappy In An Arranged Marriage

FILL (1a/1): Prompto/Noctis, sickfic

FILL (1b/1): Prompto/Noctis, sickfic

FILL (1c/1): Prompto/Noctis, sickfic

Re: FILL (1c/1): Prompto/Noctis, sickfic

FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 7/?

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 6/?

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 6/?

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 6/?

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 7/?

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 7/?

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 7/?

Re: FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 7/?

Re: FILL (1c/1): Prompto/Noctis, sickfic

FILL: Lunafreya/Cindy fluffy drive-in date

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fill (6/?): Your Name AU