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Prompt Post Round Six

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This is so good, I love it! All their banter is so perfect. I like how Prompto keeps slipping his glasses off while he's walking around with Iggy. And the ending is absolutely adorable!

Man, I would love if you posted this to Ao3 (even if anonymously) just so I could bookmark it and keep it forever. This AU is fascinating to me, not only because of Ardyn's reasoning and creepy planning (but that was a very interesting detail, how he seemed to be annoyed with how Noct was reacting? And then trying to perhaps fix his broken toy?), but also I'm so intrigued about what Noct is planning on doing, all on his own out there.

Please do write more for this fandom!

Writer!anon here! Awesome - I'm so glad you like it :) Thank you for your lovely comment!

OP here, screaming because I love this so much!! Ardyn is so perfect and so perfectly creepy, and poor, poor Noctis. I hope you put this on ao3 some day, I'd love to read the rest of your works!

aww, that was cute!

Writer!anon here - thank you! :D

smut bonus for the finish. it's been a fun ride, and thank you so much for the prompt, OP! :D sorry if i still don't satisfy what you're looking for ;;;

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Noctis watched as Prompto threw himself on the bed in their quarters as Noctis put down their belongings. “Woohoo! I miss this bed!”

Prompto had been released from the hospital the day after. Ignis actually thought that it might be good for him to recover in their own quarters, surrounded by familiar scents and scenery, rather than in a hospital room. Overall, Prompto looked good, but Noctis knew he was still hurting from the inside. It’s not easy to just dismiss a trauma like that, after all.

“Careful, Prom. Don’t want you to squish our baby,” the dark-haired man joked, but he joined Prompto in the bed and snuggled his Omega close.

Prompto squirmed slightly.”N-Noct, that’s tickles,” he said, when Noctis started sniffing his hair. “A-And stop sniffing me. I probably smelled really bad... From the Alphas... A-And the hospital.”

At the mention of ‘Alphas’, Noctis growled again. “You’re mine,” he said, possessively, as he tightened his grip. His mouth hovered dangerously close towards the bond mark on Prompto’s nape, now covered in several teeth scars, still healing.

“I know...” Prompto chuckled, shuddering when Noctis’s breath tickled his neck. “But... y-yeah. Let me take a shower first, and then we can snuggle again as long as you need to... Okay?”

Noctis frowned. Prompto seemed to want to avoid him. “Prom,” he rolled on Prompto and pinned his Omega down on the bed, and the waves of anxiety from Prompto bubbled up again inside him. “Prom, are you afraid of me?”

“N-No!” Prompto quickly answered, but he averted his gaze afterwards. “I-It’s just... I’ve been—“ he took a deep breath. “I’ve been... t-touched by those Alphas. You don’t... think I’m... dirty?”

Oh, Six. “Prompto, there’s no way I’m thinking that you’re ‘dirty’,” he grunted. “I can scent you again, mark you as much as it’s necessary, to get rid of the Alphas’ traces, if you like. Don’t ever think like that again; I love you.”

“But—“ Prompto swallowed down, his gaze fell to his bare right wrist, displaying the tattoo branded to his skin; a mark that couldn’t be erased, that he’s a product of Niflheim’s cloning Omega. “—I’m... Y’know... They are right when they said I’m your enemy. And I... I—“

Noctis stopped him by kissing him on the lips. “I don’t want to hear that kind of bullshit again,” he growled. “We’ve been through this once, when we bonded. And as I’ve said, again and again, I love you. I don’t care if you’re an enemy; you’re now by my side, as my bondmate. Or,” he slipped a hand inside Prompto’s shirt, “do I need to remind you again?”

Prompto whined and shuddered against his touch. Through their bond, Noctis sensed a slight hesitation. He wasn’t about to force his Omega anything he didn’t like, of course—but sometimes, Prompto needed to be shown directly at how much Noctis cherished him.

“I—“ Prompto swallowed. “I believe you, Noct. But, it’s just... sometimes...” he averted his gaze. “There’s just... a little... you know?”

“Yeah. I know.” Noctis said. He had moved to trail kisses on Prompto’s face—on his freckled nose, his eyelids, going down from his cheek towards his jaw before nipping at his neck. “We’re connected, after all; and if I have to do it every single day to convince you, then I’ll do it.”

His hand moved again to brush against Prompto’s still flat abdomen, and his mate’s shudder sent thrills in him. Inside Prompto, there’s their baby. Noctis couldn’t be happier.

“N-Noct,” Prompto breathed out as his hand roamed further, pushing the shirt up and exposing his body. “P-Please...?”

“Please what...?” he teased and nipped at Prompto’s neck, leaving trails of hickeys and his scent all over his mate again. Prompto was his.

He could almost hear Prompto pout inside his head. “You know what I want...” the blond put his hands around Noctis’s shoulders. “M-Mark me... Make me yours again...?”

Noct chuckled, his lips forming a fond smile. “You’ll always be mine, Prom,” he said, before kissing Prompto’s lips again. The blond tilted his head back and let him roam inside his mouth with his tongue.

His hands made quick work on Prompto’s jeans, pulling them downwards with his underwear, leaving him bare. His half-hard cock twitched against his stomach, and Noctis drew back and drank the sight of red-faced, dishevelled Prompto greedily. No matter how many times he saw this, he wouldn’t get bored of it.

“S-Stop staring,” Prompto attempted to cover himself, but Noctis pulled his hands away.

“Shush. Let me take care of you,” the dark-haired man said, going between Prompto’s legs and spread them apart. Prompto gave out a surprised squeak, but Noctis didn’t warn him before he went down and took his cock into his mouth.

He heard Prompto gasping above him, his hands tangling on Noctis’s hair. Pleasure. Arousal. Desire. Love. They all invaded him like a storm. And knowing that he was the one who brought out those feelings from Prompto just pleased him further.

“Noct—ah, Noct!” Prompto’s scent was thick with lust, and Noctis could smell the slick dripping from his mate. Releasing the cock, his mouth trailed lower until his tongue found Prompto’s hole, already wet from the slick.

Prompto keened as the hand tugging on his hair tightened. Noctis probed the hole with his tongue a few times, thrusting in, each one sending tremors across the Omega’s body and jolts of lust inside Noctis’s mind. When he felt that Prompto’s orgasm was close he quickly released him, making the blond whine at the loss.

“Noct...”

“Yeah,” Noctis climbed on Prompto again and kicked off his own jeans, letting it fall to the floor. “You sure you’re up for this yet?” His hand went back to stroke at Prompto’s face.

“Y-Yes,” the Omega nodded sheepishly. “Just... Be gentle, alright? And—and can you hold me when we do it?”

Noctis nodded and moved to sit on the bed, resting his back on the headboard as he pulled Prompto above him. He positioned himself, and with one slick movement, he lowered Prompto slowly on his cock, until the Omega was fully seated on him.

Prompto took a shuddered breath as he leaned towards Noctis, resting his chin on his shoulder, and Noctis slowly stroked his back, running a hand on the soft, golden locks as he waited for Prompto to adjust.

“I love you, Noct...” Prompto quietly sobbed to his shoulder. “You—you won’t leave me, right? You’re mine... right?”

“I’m yours, Prom,” Noctis kissed Prompto’s temple. “Until death do the body and soul apart.” He recited their bonding oath.

“U-Until death do the body and soul apart,” Prompto hiccupped.

Noctis leaned forward and gently laid Prompto down back on the bed, raising one leg up and hooking it on his shoulder, before he started thrusting into Prompto. The pace was slow, unhurried, as Noctis peppered kisses on every inch of skin he could reach, whispered sweet, reassuring words to Prompto, holding his Omega close.

And when Prompto came, clenching down on his cock, he felt his own orgasm coming, knot forming on the base of his cock and plugged his Omega full of his seed, groaning as he did. Prompto’s belly was painted white with his own come, and he squirmed slightly at his knot. The discomfort was apparent from his expression even if Noctis could feel it, so he adjusted their position until Prompto breathed a sigh of relief.

“...thank you, Noct,” his Omega whispered, clutching at his arm as they laid on their sides, still joined.

“Sleep, Prom,” he whispered back. “You’re safe now; I won’t let you go ever again.”

The blond nodded, and a few moments later, his eyes fluttered close and his breath evened quickly. He must have been so exhausted. Noctis didn’t say anything else, though—he just held Prompto close, feeling his breath on his skin and his Alpha scent mingling with Prompto’s Omega scent.

Prompto was back in his arms; and he swore to himself, he would never let him go again.

-

The next time is better, it would be pretty hard not to be.

They come creeping in a couple of minutes before close again (maybe she should offhandedly mention their hours? Is there an offhand way to do that?), all bunched up awkwardly. Big Guy and Glasses look fine, they’ve got Prompto and Familiar Dude sandwiched between them. Both Prompto and Familiar Dude are wrapped up in coats, but they look weird. Wrong somehow. One of Prompto’s shoulders seems to be strangely bulky? Like, noticeably so.

“Ah,” Glasses pushes his glasses into place, and glances at Big Dude. “We were fighting a Treant and it has inflicted some sort of ailment that we are frankly unfamiliar with.”

Reme clucks her tongue, shifts her weight. “I’m guessing it’s the two of you that are sprouting?”

Prompto nods, clearly miserable, and shrugs off his coat. He’s got a plant sprouting out of the weirdly shaped shoulder, stems twining all down his arm. He’s also flowering, beautiful, white flowers that kinda look like pompoms.

Reme winces and sucks air in through her teeth. “Yeah, you’re gonna need two of the Brown Thumbs over in aisle four.”

Glasses nods and he’s again the one to walk off and find them. Big Guy, seemingly reassured that his friends aren’t going to turn totally into flowerbeds, leans on the counter and grins. “So, I’m Gladio.”

Reme smiles back. She’s passed time with hunters before and she isn’t blind. The tattoo is a lovely touch. “Reme.”

Prompto makes a grumbling sound in the back of his throat. “Really? Dude, come on.” He waves a hand at his sprouts.

Gladio just grins at him.

Prompto huffs. “And this is Nnnnn…” he trails off. Reme just looks at him. So do the other two. “Nyx?”

Weirdly Familiar Dude – Nyx, apparently, and the name does ring a bell – snorts. “Yup, that’s me. Good old Nyx.”

Prompto shoots him a Look. “And the other guy – with the glasses? He’s Ignis.”

Ahh, shit. She’s going to have to remember these names, isn’t she?

Thank all the Astrals, Ignis comes back to rescue her.

“I take it these are them?”

“Yup!” Reme slips flawlessly out of Flirting Mode and back into Customer Service Mode. “Use them just like a potion – there is one thing though.” She looks him dead in the eye. This is her favourite part of this medicine. “You’ll have to deflower them.”

Ignis stills, Gladio snorts, Prompto goes all shifty eyed and Nyx face palms. Reme smiles and channels as much innocence and Customer Service into it as possible.

“So just…?” Nyx makes a weird hand gesture.

Reme bites on the inside of her cheek so that she doesn’t giggle. “Yup, the sprouts won’t dissolve, you’ll need someone’s help to make sure that you’re properly deflowered!”

Prompt makes a noise like a deflating balloon. “Properly…?”

“Yup! Someone will need to pull out – if you do it right, it shouldn’t hurt.”

OK, maybe that one was too heavy handed, Ignis is giving her a Look that says he doesn’t appreciate her poking fun. Ah well.

“That’ll be 400 gil!”

--

The next time Reme sees them is barely two days later. Either something’s got the animals riled up or they are the worst group of hunters that she’s ever seen. (Well, not worst-worst, since they’re all still alive, but.)

She’s dealing with a customer when they walk in, so she can’t chat (her boss has put the price of potions up which everyone is complaining about, which Reme gets so she can’t even be annoyed about their bitching and instead has to stand there with a smile and take it). They just get the standard hunter’s pack: a bunch of potions, a handful of high potions and remedies, and a couple of phoenix downs.

They pop into line and Prompto rolls his eyes and gives her the Minimum Wage Worker’s Grimace of Understanding and Sympathy over her other customer’s shoulder. She manages to turn her snort into and cough and finally, politely, kicks ol’ Ms (never Mrs, not after The Incident) Querentes out with the excuse that she has to serve them.

“Ohhhhhh my god,” Reme mutters under her breath.

“And I bet she comes in every day and knows the owner,” Nyx says, with the air of one who understands.

“You don’t even know.”

--

“No more potions?” Ignis asks.

Reme sighs and shrugs. Her boss is becoming more and more stressed as shipments get steadily smaller. She waves a hand, “We’re hoping the next shipment lasts longer, but. Well, they’re magic water, right? Then the king did his thing and boom now they heal. With the King and the Prince both dead.” She sighs again, stomach knotting. These assholes aren’t her favourite customers or most frequent, but they’re not far off the mark. “To be honest, y’all might want to start taking a bit more care. No one knows why these guys are still working with the royal family dead, but there sure ain’t going to be any more.”

There’s a faint choking noise and she looks past Ignis – Nyx is as white as she’s ever seen a living person go.

“Iggy – we, we gotta go, right now.” He says, hooks a hand into the crook of Ignis’ elbow, and drags him off.

Weirdly enough, Prompto and Gladio both look upset as well, but Prompto waves as he exits. If she didn’t know better, she’d think they look guilty.

(It is my humble and eternal belief that a store’s operating hours are actually 15 minutes after and 15 minutes before whatever opening and closing times are posted.
Were Reme more into flowers, she’d recognise Prom’s flowers as white chrysanthemums, and she may even know that they symbolise fidelity, optimism, and joy, and that white ones symbolise truth and loyal love.
Y’all know that Ignis would’ve been driving the pun train right to pun central station but he thought Noct was turning into a flower bed so
Ol’ Ms Querentes is a) Ms Complaining in English and b) based on this one absolute nightmare of a customer I had that complained the my boss because I called her m’am, which she found rude for some reason.
A fun thing that I do legit wish they’d include in the game is healing items becoming increasingly rare/expensive in shops as you progress through the main story line. After all, since they’re otherwise ordinary energy drinks that Regis/Noct has enchanted, with Regis dead and Noct on the run they shouldn’t be able to restock.
If anyone has any particular weird things they’d like to happen to the boys that isn’t listed in the prompt, feel free to mention it in a comment!)

Ah, when I found out that but of lore I figured Noctis must've been enchanting them himself.

I have had this open in a tab forever and finally got around to reading it and oh my god, this is so beautiful and so painful. I cried. This brought out all my feelings from the endgame again like seeing it for the first time. Well done, Anon, well done. Hope I'll see this on ao3 some day!

This continues to be so fun!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13756611/chapters/31614069
will be edited heavily with added details later.

Still totally down to read this if you're still planning on writing it! <3

I think this works? It's Loqi/Luna

*****

"I heard you attempted to run away," Loqi said. He turned to look at Lunafreya. "It has fallen to me to punish you."

By the look on Lunafreya's face, that had been her intent. Loqi matched her smile with a serious frown. He couldn't break character. The Oracle attempting to run away was a very serious matter.

"If I recall," she said without a hint of what he knew she was feeling, "Ravus is the one in charge of such matters."

"As he is in Gralea and unable to perform such tasks, Commander Fleuret has instructed me to execute your punishment."

It wasn't anything she didn't already know. This entire thing had been intentional; they both knew it. There was a side to the Oracle of Eos that no one would have ever suspected.

"What is my punishment to be?"

He knew exactly what he was going to do to her. If she had no objections.

That smile remained on her lips and mischief sparkled in her eyes as he approached her. Loqi made sure to carry himself with authority and anger. Without warning, Loqi grabbed her chin and pulled her forward so their noses were almost touching.

"You are fortunate that Ravus has sole authority over what is done with you, Lunafreya." Loqi made sure it was clear how serious he was. That particular sentence was not a part of the act.

Dropping his hand to her arm and grabbing- not too hard, but not gently either- got the sort of protest he would expect from Lunafreya. It wasn't difficult to drag her across the room to the seat he had been in front of when she entered. He was stronger than her, and Lunafreya was naturally weak. A fact he often reminded himself of so he didn't accidentally harm her.

Despite her sound of confusion, Lunafreya did not protest the slightest when he turned her to face away from him, pushed her skirt up, and pulled her back into his lap. Loqi did not wait for her to get herself comfortable. He pushed her legs wide apart, moved her to a better position in the process, and brought his hand down between them. The impact wasn't hard at all; just enough for her to feel it.

"There?" she squeaked.

Lunafreya turned enough to look at him and Loqi appreciated how flushed she was for a moment before speaking.

"This is meant to be a punishment," he teased. It wouldn't do to give her exactly what she had been wanting. A spanking she wanted, a spanking she was getting. Loqi had simply altered the location by a few inches.

For a few moments he nuzzled her, retreating when she did not say anything more. It was their agreement in situations like this. All she needed was to say the word, and he would cease whatever he was doing. And vice versa. Now, however... Lunafreya flinched when he struck her again.

"How about... twenty?" The words were murmured into her hair, his way of differentiating between the act and checking her opinion. Loqi paused for a response one way or another and didn't get one. After a moment, he gave her another slap, harder than the last but still not what he knew she wanted. "Fifty may be a more appropriate punishment for an attempted escape."

"You would have to hit harder than-"

No objections, then. A harder slap made her gasp.

"You seem to require a reminder as to what your role here is." This time, he spoke with his normal volume.

Loqi pressed his hand to her folds, grinding the heel of his hand on her clit hard enough to bring tears to her eyes and a moaning gasp from her mouth when he moved his hand to rub her with his fingers.

"You are to obey Niflheim." Another slap was in order. "You are not to leave of your own volition." Another slap. "You are to remain here until we send you out to heal the people."

There was a definite wetness on his hand now. It made every slap more audible than they already were. Why a woman such as herself would enjoy being treated in such a manner, he would happily not understand.

"Were you hoping to run to Lucis?"

"Y-yes." Lunafreya's usual mockery of submission; voice low but her tone wasn't apologetic in the least.

"What, exactly, would that accomplish?"

"King Regis would gladly-"

"King Regis cannot save you."

The slap made her twitch, but he worried his words were what made her breath hitch. There were times Loqi wondered if their dialogue did truly hurt her. Regardless of how she liked to play, she was still a prisoner in her own home. Treated as

"I am fine," Lunafreya whispered into his ear. Her hand gently touched his opposite cheek. "Keep going."

Lunafreya hissed and her legs tensed when he reached twenty-five. Loqi had no doubt that it was more than just stinging, but he didn't stop. She knew what to say if she needed him to.

Ten more, and she was trembling. Loqi paused, pressing a kiss to her cheek and placing his hand on her hip.

"Luna, are you doing all right?"

Lunafreya looked at him and nodded. Her flushed cheeks were wet with tears, more still welling in her eyes. If he didn't know her the way he did, the sight would have made him stop. Loqi gave her a few moments longer before continuing. One thing she hated was when he stopped for too long without her say so.

This time, she kept her gaze on him. Loqi met that gaze and held it, watching her pupils dilate again with each slap to her soaking pussy.

"And that's fifty."

Loqi rubbed her as he spoke, grinning at the moan. It was obvious how close she was. Spanking- if what he'd done counted- was never quite enough for her.

"What do you say?"

"Please," Lunafreya said.

His fingers met no resistance pushing into her wet heat. Lunafreya slumped back against him with a groan. Thrusting them in and out of her, rubbing and curling them just so... The moans at his ear grew louder with each motion, his other hand needed to hold her hips down.

Her hand grabbed at him, pulling on his shirt as she half sobbed her release. The juices squirted onto his hand and he didn't let up. His fingers worked her through her orgasm until she was done; trembling and panting in his lap.

"Good girl," Loqi purred and pressed a kiss to her parted lips.

hello there kink and ship I didn't know I needed, that was lovely!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

DDUDE THAT WAS SO HOT ?? UUMMMMM

yesssss that was hot! I love this kink and Luna being into kinky stuff!

I loved this! I’m obsessed with the world you’ve established. Both Ardyn and Noctis were pitch-perfect too. I can’t believe that’s it ;A; If you do ever write more, please share!

Yes please. Did a short fill on Ao3 with the bed thing. http://archiveofourown.org/works/13793178

He walks back to his office via the king’s gardens; they are secluded and reserved for the royal entourage only, which means they should be nice and quiet around this time. He doesn’t want to even have to pass anyone, let alone talk to them. He is well and truly over today and has learned far more than he ever needed to about the sex lives of his protégés!

He makes it as far as the rose bushes which had once belonged to Queen Aulea before a sadly now-familiar groaning reaches his ears.

Every swear words he knows rushes instantly to his mind and he pinches the bridge of his nose in sheer incredulity because he can’t fucking believe this. He wants to walk away, it would serve the little exhibitionist shit right, but he can’t. He has to do his duty and make sure they’re not seen by anyone else.

On the other side of a cluster of rosebushes, Noctis and the same blond kid from earlier are going at it hammer and tongs; both on their knees and the prince enthusiastically fucking into the blond from behind.

“Ok, this is just getting ridiculous,” Cor says loudly, and they both freeze.

Noctis looks round at him and the prince has the gall as though he is the one being incommoded. “Aw c’mon, Cor!” he whines, still balls deep in the blond who looks a second away from wetting himself in terror.

“Noctis,” Cor growls, barely holding on to the last remnants of his shattered patience. “You have an entire suite of rooms here and an apartment in the city. Will you for the love of the Astrals fucking use them?! Get your damned pants back up and go somewhere where I don’t have to hear you!”

The teens scramble to obey him but before they can rush off, Cor pins Noctis with a glare. “You want Regis to find out?” he demands. Noctis shakes his head mutinously. “Well in that case maybe consider not fucking your way around the building he lives in! Have you any idea what will happen if someone gets a photo of the two of you? I catch you one more time, Noctis, and I’ll have no choice but to tell your father. And assign you a permanent Crownsguard chaperone.”

“Okay, I get it!” Noctis protests sulkily and makes to move away, tugging the poor blond kid by the hand.

“And next time, damn well use protection!” Cor tells them. With a mortified groan, the blond kid bolts and Noctis runs off after him.

That’s the last straw, Cor thinks desperately. He’s locking himself inside his office and not leaving until today is over!

ayyyyyy I'm so glad this fic is still going! And I'll be over here losing my mind at Noct getting caught again! Poor Cor he needs a strong drink and no more bratty princes for a week.

Cor's gonna find someone fucking in his office isn't he?

ahahaha poor Noctis, caught twice in a row. And poor Cor!

Well, this turned out to be complete shit. ಥ╭╮ಥ

Gladio arrives at the rink around nine even though the practice started at eight, having the feeling the raven-haired skater would be late, and sure enough, he arrives ten minutes later.

“Noctis you are late again!”

“Sorry, roommate misplaced the car keys, then dropped them in the toilet as we were getting ready to leave.” he says cringing.

The woman groans and throws her arms up in exacerbation but just turns back to the other skaters. Gladio can’t help but chuckle at this and then flashes a smile at the younger man when he notices him. Noctis returns the smile and waves at him before dumping his gear down and putting his skates on, then joins the others on the ice. He gets snapped at by the old woman and made to go to the other side to do his stretches while the ones who already did theirs begin practicing with jumps. Gladio takes this opportunity to scurry down closer to the rink, sidling up to the barrier as Noctis stretches his leg against it.

“Hey there.” Gladio says flirtatiously.

“Hey to you.” Noctis replies back and puts his leg down before placing the other against the railing and stretching it. “What brings you here?”

“Figured I’d come watch you practice, then maybe after I’d take you out to lunch.”

“Or maybe I’ll pay for lunch, a treat in lieu of your epic win last night?”

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” he says and then looks intrigued as the other man leans against the barrier and raises a leg up, pulling it flush against himself. “Well now, you’re quite the flexible little thing.”

“And you’re quite the flirt.”

“It’s working though.”

Noctis snorts. “Hmm, maybe.” he says and finishes his stretch before giving the brunette a wave and skating over towards the others. “Keep your eyes on me, I’ll make sure you don’t get bored.”

Gladio chuckles and returns to where he was sitting earlier, continuing to watch the figure skater. He finds himself becoming enthralled again, but at least this time he doesn’t have to fear being struck by a puck. From him effortlessly hydroblading across the ice to nailing his jump sequences, Gladio stares in awe at the gracefulness of the young man. But then he grunts and turns red after Noctis turns and winks at him, then shows off by holding his foot behind his head and doing a spin.

“Damn.” Gladio grunts out, feeling like a bit of a perv that he’s getting turned on by this.

It doesn’t help that he’s imagining what other positions the younger man can get into to. Also, there’s the fact he hasn’t been with anyone, besides his own hand, in over two years. And of course, the other man takes note of his shifting, grinning and leaning back, performing a cantilever and Gladio suck in a deep breath before biting his lip. Damn tease. He makes it through the rest of the practice, thankfully he got a bit of help in the unsexy department that killed his boner when the instructor's outfit tore, exposing a wrinkly bit of side boob. Gladio heads to wait by the locker rooms until Noctis comes out clean from sweat, then the two men head across the street to a bistro.

“So what got you into skating?”

“My Mother was a figure skater before she married my Dad and had me. I would watch her performances on the internet all day if I could get away with it, she was so graceful and elegant.”

Gladio furrows his brows, catching how he uses past tense. “She pass away?”

“Yeah, when I was three, she had a heart defect and it finally got to her.”

“Damn, sorry to hear that. I know how you feel though, lost my Mom when I was nine, car accident.”

“Oh, that’s terrible.”

“Yeah, but I’m grateful to my Dad, he stepped up big time and took care of me and my little sister.”

“My Dad would always tell me how great my Mother was, we stop by the cemetery every Saturday to bring her flowers.”

“That sounds sweet. We just visit on my Mom’s birthday.”

“Which cemetery, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Alexander.”

“My Mom’s there too. Maybe we can both go sometime.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Well enough sad talk, what got you into Hockey?”

This makes Gladio smile. “I’d watch games with my Dad at night after he got home from work. I would never fall asleep before midnight when I was little, had way too much energy. So while my Mom slept I hung with my Dad until I would finally fall asleep. But I became obsessed with the sport and when I got into middle school I joined a youth league.”

“Ah, that’s cool.”

The two continue chatting while they eat; discovering each other's likes and dislikes, where they went to school, their hobbies, telling embarrassing stories from their youth, and even about past relationships. That leads into Gladio talking about his pride and joy.

“Aww, she’s so fat and fluffy.” Noctis coos as he looks at Gladio’s phone.

“Thanks, should have seen her as a kitten, she was all floof.”

“What’s her name?”

“It’s Queen Bitch, but I just call her Queenie B now.”

“Seriously? Queen Bitch?”

“I got her as a gift for my ex’s birthday. She kept going on and on how much she wanted a cat. So I checked online, seen her fuzzy ass on a shelter site and got her. Went to my ex’s house to give her the cat, found her yoga instructor giving her a birthday gift too.”

“Oh, ouch.”

“Yeah, despite being royally pissed off, I know had a hissy seventy dollar little asshole ripping up my apartment at all hours of the day. Needless to say I wasn’t too fond of her at the start, seeing her reminded me of my ex and she’d constantly hiss at me while hiding under my furniture so I would call her that name. But eventually we warmed up to each other to where I could pick her up and she’d cuddle with me, now she’s my little diva.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“You want to meet her? She’s way fluffier in person.”

Noctis’ face lights up and he nods eagerly. “Oh hell yes.”

“Great, we’ll go back to my place, you can cuddle with my cat and then we can go out for dinner. My treat this time.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

They finish eating and head back across the street to Gladio’s car, first stopping by Noctis’ place so he can dump his duffle bag and grab nicer clothes before the head over to Gladio’s. Once inside, Gladio scoops up his cat and introduces her to the other man, laughing as flops into the other’s arms and purrs like a car motor. The two continue to talk as Noct gets his fluffy kitty fix, then they head out for dinner.

“Do you have practice tomorrow Noct?”

“No, do you?”

“Nope, not for another day.” Gladio says and then flashes a bright smile. “You want to hang out more tonight, maybe have some drinks at my place?”

Noctis returns the grin and rests his head on his hands. “Not on the first date.”

“I said drinks, not sex.” he snorts. “My couch folds out into a futon and Queenie likes to snuggle.”

“All right then.”

“Great.”

They once again venture back to Gladio’s, having some drinks and prank calling Noct’s roommate but then stop when they make him cry. Afterwards, Noctis shows Gladio some of his Mother’s videos, with the older man noticing how similar the two are in both looks and movements. This makes Noctis very happy. After drinking some more, Noct showing off his nimbleness again, and them acting like dorks, Gladio gives the younger man one of his larger shirts to change into and then the two cuddle up on the couch together with the cat to watch a movie before they turn in.

“This was nice.” Noct says and snuggles in further against Gladio’s side.

“Yeah, so what do you think of having a second date later this week?”

“Can’t on Thursday, have a competition, I’m free Friday.”

“I have a game that night, Saturday?”

“Have dinner with my Dad. What about Sunday?”

“Free Sunday.”

“Sunday it is.”

They smile at one another and begin to lean in close but stop when their phones buzz. Both groan and snatch up the devices, looking at the message and sigh.

“Shit, they moved practice earlier.” Gladio grumps and looks to Noct. “What’s yours say?”

“The instructor wants us to get in some practice before the competition, so she scheduled a practice for Thursday morning. What’s that face for?”

Gladio burst out laughing. “Well shit, looks like we’ll be rink buddies again.”

Noctis arches a brow but then chuckles. “Better watch out for flying pucks then.”

“And you better arrive on time.” he says and then thinks of something. “Although you could spend the night here and I’ll take you in the morning.”

“Boo, no. I like sleeping in.”

“Oh? So all those problems-”

“Yeah, I overslept.”

The older man snorts and shakes his head but then returns to looking fondly at the other, Noctis giving him one in return. They both lean in again and share a kiss.

Hi, filler here! Really sorry for not having updated in forever – I'll be continuing on AO3, here's the link for the first chapter (should be doing a chapter/week hopefully):

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13816401

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