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Prompt Post Round Six

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Looking forward to it anon, thank you again! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

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Short forever-late fill on Ao3~ https://archiveofourown.org/works/16455476

Hella late fill on Ao3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16514813

It was, easily, the worst hunt ever. They’d had a lot of bad hunts, of course; ones where they had to flee about halfway through when they realized they were outmatched, ones where MTs dropped on their heads while they were in the thick of it, ones where they ran out of potions and had to go thirty over the speed limit afterwards while someone bled out in the back. Every hunt was stressful and brought with it some new and unholy challenge, but their most recent hunt with the Mindflayers was still, easily, the worst.

Mindflayers were nasty. Just humanoid enough to be unnerving, but with a squid for a face for extra creep factor. They could hover somehow and had a disturbing amount of tentacles and, worse of all, they used those tentacles to pull their prey up into their weird tentacle skirt and fuck with their victim’s minds. The first time Prompto watched one of them do it to Noct he’d nearly lost his lunch. It was, he’d heard, a terrible sensation.

But, somehow, even knowing all of that, they’d signed up for the hunt. Prompto hadn’t approved, of course, and he’d made that clear real quick, but they were pressed for gil and the hunts in the area were few. So to the Mindflayers they’d gone, all grim-faced and nervous but apparently just desperate enough to go through with it anyway. At least they packed an extra set of potions, ‘just in case’.

But it wasn’t the lack of potions they had to be wary of, at least not this time. It was the small cave-in they somehow caused (because of course it was a cave. Creepy tentacle monsters just loved caves) that separated Prompto from the rest of his friends. At least he’d only been stuck with one of the creatures, leaving the remaining four with the rest of his friends, but even one was a challenge. The cave made maneuvering difficult, and without someone to fight up-close and distract the beast, Prompto found himself quickly overtaken as it rushed him. He fired, panicked, but the creature was too close and as he stepped back in alarm he found his feet knocked from under him as the tentacles grabbed him and pulled him closer.

Everything got a lot more fuzzy after that. The sensation, he now knew first hand, was indeed terrible. But when it was done it left him feeling strange in a different way, like he’d somehow been submerged underwater. He couldn’t focus any of his thoughts and was only vaguely aware of the sensations around him. Was that the floor underneath him? It felt too hard and damp to be a hotel bed. Probably at a haven, then. His lower half suddenly felt breezy, and he made a move to tug the blankets back up but something stilled his hand roughly.

“Leggo,” he mumbled, slurring, but suddenly couldn’t remember why he’d said anything at all.

Intense pain abruptly snapped his attention, taking him by surprise. He moaned weakly and tried to move his legs but found them trapped, encased in something thick and powerful. He tried to kick them free but his movements were sluggish and weak and his meager movement just made them spread wider somehow. He wasn’t sure what was happening, and though panic gripped him at that realization the edges of it were fuzzy.

There was something inside him, rhythmic and strange but not wholly unpleasant. A sudden pressure kept his still-scattered attention as something much wider struggled to slip inside as well. He gasped, sudden and sharp, as it at last forced its way inside. His attention tried to wander but was drawn back by that same sensation again and then again.

He tried to struggle but found he still couldn’t move. People were shouting, suddenly, and then the pressure was completely gone. His legs fell, suddenly heavy and unsupported. He was cold, the blanket slipped down somewhere by his feet.

“The h…..as it doing?”

“I’m n….can’t…..go.”

“Help m...ge...legs.”

There was a strange feeling of weightlessness, and then the comforting press of something warm against his cheek. Prompto sighed, content, and let himself relax.

==

Prompto awoke to the worst hangover of his life. It felt like he had a whole herd of Garula trampling about in his head, loud and unforgiving and terrible. Groaning, he tried to roll over, but found that even slight movement made his head pound worse.

“Prompto?” A concerned voice spoke up, somewhere to his left. He cracked an eye open and hissed as bright light assaulted his senses.

“Bright,” he croaked, and found the lights dimmed considerably almost at once. He tried opening his eyes again, tentatively, and found Noct’s slightly blurry figure staring down at him anxiously.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Noct asked, and presented them.

“Uh,” Prompto replied less than eloquently. He couldn’t actually tell.

“Specs!” Noct called, sounding stressed, and suddenly Ignis was there as well, cool hand pressed to Prompto’s forehead.

“Prompto,” Ignis said, gentle and patient, “How are you feeling?”

“Headache,” Prompto croaked, and peered about the room. It looked like they were in a motel, but he couldn’t remember when they got there. Had he gotten drunk last night? Ignis usually frowned at them drinking alcohol, just in case they needed to be fully in control during an emergency, but it wasn’t completely unheard of for him to lift the ban.

Prompto moved to sit up and found Noct’s arms there immediately, supporting his weight. He settled back against the pillows as a glass of water was offered to him and only struggled a little to bring it to his lips.

“What happened?” He asked, once his eyes had finally adjusted and he had had a few sips of water.

“Do you not remember?” Ignis asked after a few tense moments as he retrieved the glass from Prompto’s hands. His expression and tone were carefully neutral.

It didn’t matter how many times Prompto tried to weasle the events of the night from them, none of them would budge. Not even Gladio when he returned to the room with a few bags of food and a restock on their potions.

It wasn’t until later, when they were all settled in bed and the lights were off, that Prompto remembered. It came in flashes, jumbled and distorted: the hunt, the cave-in, the mindflayer. The feeling of his legs roughly spread apart, the pressure down between them and inside him.

Nauseous, he slid out of bed and locked himself in the bathroom where he splashed water on his face and stood, panting and shaking, over the sink. He didn’t want to think about what his jumbled half memories meant, but now that the seed was planted he couldn’t get himself to stop digger deeper.

Gods, had the guys seen? The very thought had him scrambling for the toilet and emptying his stomach into the bowl.

A sudden memory, just as hazy and strange as the rest, had him placing a hand over his abdomen. Had the bulbous objects that entered him been more tentacles? As much as he remembered the harsh way they entered his body, he couldn’t recall that same resistance being pulled out. Swallowing, Prompto shed himself of his t-shirt and watched himself in the mirror, moving his body to peer at it from different angles as if he could see the evidence of his fears if he only looked hard enough. Had that slight bump always been there? Was it the result of a day’s worth of food? Or was there actually something hidden inside him?

Trembling, he pulled off his boxers and discarded them as well. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for as he squatted and tentatively pressed a finger inside his vagina but he was still relieved when he didn’t find it. Still, his quickened heartbeat wouldn’t let up even as he tried to reason with himself that eggs would have nowhere to go. A quick search confirmed the cervix couldn’t be penetrated.

But a part of him whispered its doubts even in the face of that fact. Tentacles were awfully tapered and who knows what vital detail Prompto could have missed while he was drugged out of his mind.

The thought of the Mindflayer actually pushing eggs into him had him back on his knees in front of the toilet. He stayed there for a long time, stewing in terrible anxiety-inducing what-ifs, until a burst of panic-driven energy had him pulling one of Ignis’ emergency hangers out of the armiger. It was stupid and dangerous, but he had it thinned out and hooked and halfway inside of him before he realized what he was doing.

Hands shaking, he cautiously fished around as deeply as he dared, which admittedly wasn’t all that deep at all, before pulling the instrument from himself with a barely-muffled sob.

He took several moments, just breathing, before he felt human enough to peel himself up from the floor and slip back into the bed he shared with Noct, trying to comfort himself with the fact that he hadn’t been able to feel anything inside him.

==

Try as he might to forget about the Mindflayer Incident, it was all Prompto could think about even days later. He cautiously felt his stomach every morning and peered into every mirror he passed, anxiously examining his gut for any changes and worrying over any little shadow.

His behaviour must have been off because he caught Noct watching him every so often with a slightly pinched expression. As much as Prompto loved Noct; enough to lay his life on the line for him, the feeling of those eyes on him just made him feel even more anxious. None of them had spoken about what happened, and Prompto had no way of knowing how much Noct knew. The knowledge that he might know anything at all just made Prompto feel vile and disgusting. It didn’t make any sense, but Noct was the last person Prompto wanted to talk about the mindflayer with. Noct had held him through fears and tears, had spread his legs and looked upon every part of him, but thinking about Noct seeing him in that position made his stomach churn.

So he didn’t talk about it; not with Noct, or Iggy and Gladio. He let them believe he’d forgotten about it, pulled a smile out when he needed to, laughed when he was expected to, and tried to be more sneaky about the way he examined his abdomen every time he started to feel anxious.

It wasn’t as hard as it probably should have been, which spoke to all the years he’d hidden his other anxieties. He was practiced at panicking alone and hiding his mental breakdowns. One more thing to stave off a panic attack over wasn’t that much harder to manage.

At least until one morning when the abdomen he smoothed over with a hand turned out to not be so flat after all.

The panic he felt was so debilitating he had to lock himself in the motel bathroom to keep himself from audibly hyperventilating right there in front of the guys. Behind the door, he let himself break down as quietly as he could, faucet running to hide the panicked sobs he muffled into his arm. He took so long that eventually, Gladio’s loud knocking drew him out of his stupor and it was with slightly trembling hands that he finally used the faucet water to wet his face.

Prompto looked at himself in the motel mirror; at his eyes, red-rimmed from crying, and the deep purple bags beneath them. He took in a deep breath and made up his mind.

==

The hunt they had planned for later that same day was cut and dry; just a couple of spiracorns grazing too close to the road. They didn’t even need to kill them if they didn’t want to, so long as they led them far enough away.

Prompto was quiet in the car as they drove to the spot, but when the guys inevitably asked about that and his bloodshot eyes he said he wasn’t feeling great. It wasn’t a lie by any means, though perhaps only a half truth. The quiet was nice in a way, let him clear his mind and make sense of his jumbled nerves.

When at last they parked the car and hiked to the grazing spiracorns, Prompto had fully talked himself into his own outrageous idea. So when the battle was raging enough that Prompto could act unnoticed, he barely hesitated before flinging himself right in the path of rampaging hooves.

The pain was incomparable; abrupt and terrible and all-encompassing. He was aware of it for several awful seconds and then he wasn’t aware of anything at all.

Peeling his eyes open took more effort than he expected, but when he did he was rewarded with a head poking into his field of vision. Noctis’ terrified face came into view and for a few groggy seconds, Prompto felt the worst case of déjàvu ever, until he remembered the spiracorns.

“Hey,” he greeted weakly, and tried not to feel too guilty over the stressed look on Noctis’ face.

One of the many downsides to his far from brilliant plan was that he had no idea if he had even been successful. By the time he woke, he’d been given enough potions to fix up most of the damage and all the blood washed from his clothes and body.

Short of admitting what had happened to a doctor, Prompto had no way of knowing.

It was that uncertainty that had Prompto acting more recklessly than he ever had before. He dove right into the thick of the action on their next few hunts, leaving himself open to attack with clear disregard for his own safety. He was practically drinking potions like actual energy drinks with as often he was allowing himself to get hurt.

Impossibly, just when he thought he must have been successful, he started to notice actual growth. The process was slow, but not nearly slow enough. Within a week the bump was noticeable enough he had to loosen the way he tucked in his shirt. It was the horrifying confirmation to a horrifying possibility: that the mindflayer had not only put eggs into his uterus, but that they were somehow growing or multiplying.

The disregard for his safety became even worse after he realized that.

It was far from an ideal situation, and Prompto didn’t actually enjoy any moment of it himself, but he enjoyed it a whole lot less when Noctis took him by the arm and dragged him off just beyond the haven they were camping at with little more than a “we need to talk” as warning.

Prompto didn’t often see Noct cry, even after Insomnia, but there were definitely tears in his eyes when he asked why Prompto had a death wish.

“I don’t,” he tried to protest, but Noct was quick on the draw.

“I’ve watched you, Prompto! You saw that voretooth coming and just let it get you! Do you have any idea how that felt to watch?”

Of course Prompto hadn’t been thinking about how Noctis felt, but now that the cards were out in the open he couldn’t ignore it anymore and pretend things were fine.

“Are you suicidal?” Noctis asked, voice timid like he didn’t want to know the answer, and it was that that finally had Prompto breaking down.

Unable to keep what was really going on a secret any longer, Prompto wordlessly untucked his shirt and lifted it up, exposing a newly-rounded stomach. He’d been so careful to hide it for what felt like so long now, he had to look away from Noctis’ reaction.

“Are you..?” Noctis asked, voice hushed, and Prompto bit his lip at the timid wonder in that voice.

“After the mindflayer,” he admitted, just as quietly, and the breath Noctis sucked in was too audible to be confusion.

Prompto turned wide eyes toward him. The horror on Noctis’ face was absolutely what he hadn’t wanted to see.

“You knew that it..?” The unspoken hung between them.

“Specs said he worried it might, but..”

Prompto tugged his shirt back down, disgusted, and roughly wiped at his eyes. They’d all seen. The eggs growing inside him were something they’d discussed without him.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Prompto asked, and couldn’t keep the slightly accusatory tone from his voice.

“We didn’t know for sure! Specs figured we got there quick enough and we didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Prompto deflated, all the fight he didn’t know he had leaving in a rush. He wasn’t actually mad at Noct, or even Ignis. The situation was hard to process for all of them, and he’d avoided any opportunity to talk about it after that first night.

Without that fight, all he was left with was fear and despair. The tears came unbidden but Noctis was there, wrapping arms around him and holding him so tight it seemed he was trying to keep Prompto together.

Prompto pressed his face into Noctis’ shoulder and cried, all too uncomfortably aware of the firm press of his swollen stomach against the warm body beside him.

==

The next few weeks brought with them a steady growth of Prompto’s stomach and a steady decline of his health. The bags under his eyes were growing deeper and darker by the day, and it seemed every time his stomach grew the rest of him thinned to compensate, no matter how closely Ignis monitored his diet.

It was more than just mildly disconcerting, and everyone was noticing. No one had the heart to speak particularly plainly or harshly about it to Prompto himself, but he’d heard the way they whisper-shouted arguments when they thought he couldn’t hear.

“We can’t let him keep going like this!” Gladio said one day when Prompto had stepped out, “either we bring him to a doctor or—“

“Or what? We leave him at a motel to face this alone? I don’t like this any more than you, Gladiolus, but what can we do?” Ignis sounded more stressed than Prompto could remember hearing him before.

He stumbled away from his hiding place on numb legs and needed to take more than a few moments to calm down after that particular argument.

There had been others, of course, and every time Prompto stumbled upon another one he remembered why he hadn’t wanted any of them to find out.

No doctor would take him, and the thought of being left behind made him feel nauseous and weak in the knees. But the knowledge that letting it continue on could mean needing to actually give birth to demons made him feel so much worse.

He wanted to get rid of them, but all eyes were on him during hunts now, if he was allowed to help at all. Everything about his situation made him feel trapped and hopeless, barely a moment away from a nervous breakdown.

The stress no doubt had something to do with his failing health but he wasn’t the only one that suspected the eggs themselves played a part.

Just two months in and he could barely walk unaided, both due to his rapidly ballooning stomach and his suspicious lack of energy.

Not only that, but his body ached at all hours and his temperature rose and fell intermittently. It was the fever that seemed to most concern Ignis, who claimed if they couldn’t get it down by themselves they would have to see a doctor after all. But Prompto couldn’t bare even the thought of a doctor, who would need to be told what happened and who would do who knew what to him.

Three months in and the movement started. While he felt weak and rung out, the eggs seemed to expand or shift with the energy they were sapping from him. Prompto’s stomach was huge with them, so big that hiding it was impossible. By contrast, he looked weak and frail; gaunt and hollowed out. The bags under his eyes looked like fresh bruises.

By the end of the third month he could barely move at all, and definitely not alone. They were forced to hold up in the cheapest motel they could find, and while he laid in bed and pretended to rest his friends would take turns signing up for hunts and putting themselves in danger to support him.

The whole thing was so backwards, and Prompto couldn’t believe how much of a burden he had become. When he whispered his shame to Noctis, with his head in his lap after Ignis and Gladio had left, Noctis leaned down to kiss his forehead. Prompto could feel tears drip into his hair.

The fourth month never came. It was just days away when things changed as abruptly as the water gushing between his legs.

He was in bed, as he so often was those days, and for a few tense moments he was sure he had wet himself. The shame was hard to stomach, even after nearly 4 months of feeling nothing but that familiar sting.

At least Ignis and Gladio were out on a hunt, and the motel would replace the sheets on request. Still, he had to take a moment to swallow what was left of his pride, so feeble and worn as it was, to call out to Noct for help to the bathroom.

But it was just in that moment that the pain started, sudden and terrible and so sharp it took his breath away. It was so bad he couldn’t call out at all, and was left gasping in pain for several long, agonizing seconds.

Noctis was in the attached kitchenette, brewing some calming tea at Ignis’ instruction, just paces away. But somehow even that distance was too great for Prompto’s thinned voice to carry because for minutes he was left to suffer alone, writhing through the pain and clutching the dampening blankets beneath him.

It was only once the pain started to recede that Prompto found himself able to speak again. He called out to Noctis, voice weak and feeble, but finally loud enough to draw his friend’s attention.

Noctis arrived at his side immediately, as worried and attentive as he had been throughout the entire affair, and the way he froze upon seeing him told Prompto more about how he must have looked than perhaps even a mirror might.

“They’re coming-” Prompto managed, weak and pained, and then Noctis was gone.

He returned just moments later with a basin of water and an armful of towels, face set more seriously than Prompto could remember seeing before. The blankets were wet around his thighs but Noctis peeled them away without hesitation and deposited them on the side of the bed in a heap before placing a comforting hand on his leg.

“I’m gonna take these off, okay?” Noctis asked, tugging on the material of Prompto’s thin pajamas, and at his nod started slowly pulling the wet material off of his legs. The bed beneath him was uncomfortably damp so Noctis shimmied a towel underneath him with some effort and then stepped away again to grab something from the other side of the room.

He returned with a bucket, which he wordlessly discarded beside the bed. Prompto wondered at it for a moment before he realized the eggs would need to go somewhere when they were no longer crowding his uterus. The level of preparation that they’d clearly gone through actually helped to calm Prompto’s nerves somewhat and he relaxed as much as he could against the pillows.

“It’s okay,” Noct assured, clearly trying to smile but failing by his eyes, “we knew they had to come sometime, right? That just means it’s almost over.”

‘Almost over’ definitely sounded good to him.

The next wave of pain started up minutes later. Prompto clenched his eyes and the hand Noct offered him as he rode through it. When he tried to spread his legs and found himself too weak to get them very far, Noct used his free hand to gently pry his thighs apart.

Like that he went; bracing himself through the pain and catching his breath when it passed, for what felt like hours. Each contraction seemed worse than the last, as if they were building up to something, and before long Prompto was weakly moaning with each new wave and tossing his head as if he could dispel them.

Finally, something seemed different. As the next wave of pain began to build, a steady pressure joined it. The pressure was maddening and Prompto gasped in surprise as he felt something nudge against his opening.

“One’s coming,” he groaned, and Noct dutifully reached down to spread his legs just a little wider. Prompto’s energy was so sapped and his body so weak that he couldn’t hold them for very long himself, so Noct kept one hand against a thigh to help keep them apart.

“That’s it, Prompto, I see it!” Noct said, groping with his free hand for a towel.

All Prompto could do was whimper. The egg felt huge; so bulbous it burned terribly as it stretched him.

“It burns,” he gasped, weakly fidgeting as much as he could in an attempt to get away from it, “Oh, gods!”

“What-?” Noct’s voice was equal parts panic and shock; the last two things Prompto wanted to hear. He couldn’t question him about it, though, too busy screaming as he was suddenly stretched wide.

The pressure was nearly unbearable for several awful moments before it faded slightly, receding to something more manageable but still painful.

“W-what’s wrong?” Prompto managed to ask, weak and pained.

Noctis looked like he wanted very much to lie before he spoke.

“Nothing.”

“Noct,” Prompto said, tears of pain and fear in his lashes, “what’s wrong?”

Noctis swallowed with effort, looked down and then abruptly back up, and wet his lips.

“It’s not an egg.”

If Prompto thought he was panicking before, he was having a full panic attack at those words.

“It’s okay,” Noct rushed to soothe, clearly barely keeping it together himself, and fumbled for his phone, “I’ll call Ignis.”

But Ignis didn’t pick up, probably busy with whatever he was hunting.

“Noct,” Prompto gasped as the pain mounted again, “G-get it out of me, Noct, please!”

Pushing was impossible with Prompto so weak, and the creature inside of him larger than the eggs they had been expecting. Several painful contractions passed with little progress to show for it.

“Get it out,” Prompto begged again after those several agonizing contractions, and Noctis hesitated only a moment before he grabbed the creature, first with his hands and then with a towel when it proved too slippery.

When the next contraction hit, he pulled, easing it out with movements that stretched Prompto wider around the thickening length of it.

Prompto screamed until he couldn’t anymore, mouth open in a silent mockery of speech as at last the slimy creature’s entire length was pulled free with a rush of liquid.

Noctis looked horrified for a moment, hands holding the demonic creature away from himself, before he quickly set it down and vigorously rubbed his hands on a towel.

“Okay,” Noct said, clearly spooked, “okay.”

Prompto’s stomach was still too big to see over as he collapsed back against the pillows, breathing heavy. That should have been a good indication that things weren’t over just yet, but he was still surprised when the pain started up again barely a minute later.

“There’s another,” he gasped, barely able to catch his breath, and Noctis pulled it together just enough to set the creature aside and take point between Prompto’s legs again.

The next one hurt just as badly, stretching him just as wide. Noct was more hands on from the beginning, though, and pulled it free much faster than the last. There was a moment of indecision before he placed the bucket on the bed and set both creatures inside, clearly trying not to look too hard as he did.

There was another after that, and then another. Each felt like it was taking a piece of him as it was pulled from him, his strength so far gone he could do nothing but lay against the pillows with his legs splayed wide as his body’s contractions forced the creatures down and Noctis tugged them free. He could barely breathe as the fourth was pulled from him and set aside, his breaths coming in gasps that left him feeling woozy and light headed.

“I c-can’t,” he started to say, voice so weak he may as well not have said anything at all, as he felt a fifth drop into position. He was flagging, barely even aware of the pain anymore.

“This one isn’t coming like the others,” he heard Noct said, voice far away and fuzzy, “can you--? Prompto?”

“Prompto!”

==

When Prompto came to, the first thing he noticed was the fuzzy outline of a person sitting beside him. Blinking slowly, he looked around the room. His view was different, as if he’d been moved to the other bed, and there were no towels or blood or buckets in sight. He was just about to check his abdomen when the figure noticed he’d opened his eyes and leaned into his field of vision.

“Prompto,” Noctis said, sounding like a weight had just lifted.

“Noct,” Prompto rasped, the questions he couldn’t quite voice in his eyes.

“It’s over, Prom. Get some sleep.”

It was, easily, the best sleep he’d ever had.

Author Anon here, sorry it took me so long to get out. I hope you still manage to see and enjoy it!

this was really nice, even if i'm wondering what they're gonna do with them

hello anon! so sorry im filling this so late, ive only just come across this :3
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Ignis knew exactly what he was doing when he offered to go this hunt alone.

When they stopped by the outpost for a quick snack on the road and realized they were short quite a it of gil, it was Ignis that suggested they do a hunt or two in repayment. Only after they ate did they realize one hunt would not cover the meal for all for of them, so they did the only logical thing and decided to split up. As soon as Iggy caught sight of the hunts list, however, he knew which one he was dead set on, and not merely because it was a particular beast he preferred to kill.

No, Ignis hid a bit of an...itch, shall we say, one he knew he could never divulge with anyone , one he’d never thought he’d be able to satisfy - that is, until now.

“Alright, Prompto, I think it’s best if you take on the goblin group, Noct and Gladio, I believe I can trust you both to take care of the mindflayers, in which case I’ll take care of the arachnes.”

“You sure about that, Iggy?” Prompto turned to him, slightly concerned. “I mean, not that I’m doubting your ability or anything, but...are you sure you can handle it on your own?”

“Have no fear, Prompto, I have full faith I will be just fine .” He smiled.

He was, in fact, more than just fine.

Even though his pulse raced while in the back of his mind, he was screaming at himself, that this whole excursions was an unbelievable irresponsible and bad idea! He still showed up alone at the spot where the arachne were to spawn, which was interestingly enough a random spot deep in the woods. Good, he didn’t have to worry about being caught.

At first, he saw no daemons whatsoever at the site, which was odd, considering no tipster had been wrong before, and anyways it was nighttime. After a few minutes, however, he heard the telltale crawling noise of its legs and, before he even had the opportunity to fully turn around, the arachne took one swipe at him.

It’s not as though he wasn’t expecting to get hit - in fact, he was even prepared for an uninterested partner.

Before the arachne could strike again, Ignis pulled a charming potion out of his back pocket (he wasn’t about to risk Noctis worrying if he pulled it out of the armiger or, gods forbid, get to it first) and threw it on the ground in front of him.

After a minute of the arachne trying to bat away the hazy pink cloud, the potion seemed to have its intended effect on it - it didn’t seem to want to tear Ignis limb from limb anymore.

Instead, it picked him up, slammed him against the nearest rock, and managed to pin Ignis’ hands against it with what appeared to be webs, although Ignis was too excited to care.

It ripped his pants off of him, only furthering Ignis’ anticipation. When he looked down and saw what appeared to be an ovipositor, he about came on the spot.

You see, his “itch” was that he’d always fantasized about having eggs laid in him. Something about being used for breeding just got him so unbearably hard, and for the past twenty-two years he’d had to bear with poor homemade replicas - but that changed today, where he’d get a taste of the real deal.

With no hesitation, it grabbed Ignis’ legs and lifted them up, exposing his tight red ass, and pressed itself against him. Ignis groaned, moving his hips around, trying to get it in him as quickly as possible. He was regretting not preparing beforehand, but he hoped that the slick on its dick would be sufficient.

After a couple of failed attempts, the arachne finally managed to push past his asshole, and to say it didn’t burn would’ve been an outright lie. It hurt Ignis, and he cried out, but it was a pain he enjoyed, merely because he knew what would be coming soon.

The arachne was fairly large, and when it started to move within him, Ignis wasn’t entirely sure if he’d be able to last long.

“Oh, fuck… ” It moved faster and faster, until it set a punishing pace, enough that Ignis was sure he’d be hobbling when he was done. “Ah, gods…” Every thrust into him brought a new wave of pleasure, shaking him to his very core as he moaned embarrassingly loudly, like some cheap back alley whore. He knew he may never be able to revisit these memories, but for the moment it didn’t matter.

What did matter, though, was how every thrust made him feel so complete, so full, how every squelching noise only got him harder, until he couldn’t bear it anymore and-

“Ah- ah! Oh, GODS- ” he yelled when he came, spurting his cum all over his stomach and spilled a little bit on the arachne. It clearly didn’t appreciate this, and began to fuck him so hard it bordered on “no longer pleasurable” territory - that is, until it began to slow down.

Body slick with sweat and his own cum, heart racing even more now, Ignis braced himself. The arachne slowed down to a full halt, and suddenly began to fill his insides with thick cum. Ignis arched his back, moaning and driving his hips into the arachne, trying to impale himself further, hoping for its eggs.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, and once the thick cum it was spilling into Ignis became only a few drops, the base of its cock swelled. Ignis held his breath, letting it out only when the bulge moved up and into his ass. After the first one popped into his ass, it was quickly followed by one more, then one more, then another, and another, and another, until the arachne was providing a stream of eggs into Ignis’ ass as steady as its cum was earlier.

Ignis grew hard again, the feeling of each individual egg pressing up against his prostate proving almost too much for him to handle. As he bucked and moaned under the arachne, it slowly began to withdraw, finishing up laying it eggs in him.

When it pulled out, it dropped his legs, which immediately caused cum to flow out of him, followed by a few eggs popping out too. He whimpered, and as the arachne walked away, he pulled out his dagger and began to cut away at the webs binding him to the rock.

Except - wait a minute, these webs are extremely strong. And, hold on, didn’t the hunt paper say there were arachnes, plural?

He heard the scuttling of several arachne before feeling another one fill him up, only to thrust once or twice in him, dump its load of cum and eggs, and leave him open and ready for the next one. Or twenty.
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if you're interested, i posted a longer version on ao3, but it delves into some more personal preferences when it comes to kinks, and likely may squick you out, so i just ask you to be wary :3 thats all!

She is gone. She was meant to be his, and she’s gone. The thought drives him near to madness, his hands wrapped so tight around the trident as he guts another daemon. His knuckles are white. His hands are red and black with blood and ichor.

A shock of blond hair, arms waving. It jars his mind out of its heedless rage. Noctis warps towards the figure in a flash.

This one. This one is his, his, his, will be now and forever. No one else will have him. He still says Noct? when Noctis reaches out for him. Noct, are you okay, buddy?

Noctis shakes his head. He has tackled Prompto to the ground, is on top of him, surrounding him, legs bracketing his hips, hands at either side of his head. Prompto offers no resistance. His gloved hands grip Noctis’s bare shoulders.

Dude, you’re scaring me. Again, Noctis shakes his head. Grabs a handful of Prompto’s golden hair and kisses him. His mouth is so hot, searing like the sun against Noctis’s skin.

Mine, Noctis says, and bites down on his lip. The blood floods out in a wave of bright copper, the taste so delicious that Noctis catches it all on his tongue.

Noct. Noct! Prompto moans into his mouth between repetitions of Noctis’s name.

He keeps pushing and grabbing and pulling at Noctis’s hair, like he can’t decide whether he wants Noctis with him or away. Noctis decides for him, digging his nails into his shoulders and yanking him close, chest to chest and hip to hip. He bites down hard on Prompto’s neck. More blood. His.

He drags his hands down flesh and muscle and over ribs and splays his fingers over the delicate skin of Prompto’s stomach. He can feel Prompto’s heartbeat, rabbit-quick as it pounds against his fingers, and that’s all for him, he has to have it -

Prompto screams. Noctis kisses him, gently all over his face, hard on his mouth to swallow his pained, panting whines. Noctis has torn through his stomach, his hand is inside Prompto, deep within his chest, touching the red-hot pulsing core of him. He has never been this close to anyone before, never will be again. He digs.

He wraps his hand around Prompto’s heart and he pulls. Prompto screams and it chokes off, so Noctis has to kiss him again, soothing him with bloody fingers in his hair. He pulls Prompto’s heart out, still throbbing in his hand when he lifts it to his mouth. He watches Prompto’s crystal blue eyes, beautiful and terrified, as he sinks his teeth into Prompto’s heart. Prompto’s heart. He tastes like salt and metal; he tastes like the best wine Noctis has ever drunk. He’s going to be Noct’s forever.

Love you, Noctis says, lips bloody against Prompto’s cold mouth. Mine.

So, I wrote this, I don't know why, but I did. Probably falls under 'Write drunk, edit sober'.

Trigger Warnings: Non-con (as implied by the prompt's title), non-con drug use . . . there might be more, but I am still surprised, I wrote a/b/o.

'And of course, Commander Glauca, your personal reward for defeating Insomnia is in your quarters,' the emperor smile turns into a leer. 'What I would have given to be younger. But alas he is yours.'

'He?' Drautos raises an eyebrow. He hasn't really expected a personal reward. Medals and the like sure, but a personal gift from the emperor makes him curious. Especially as the emperor referred to his reward as him. Interest begins to build.

But Iedolas only smiles. 'You are dismissed, free to claim your reward. Have fun - may he give you many children.'

Drautos' eyes widen. The emperor is giving him an omega? That indeed is a generous gift. He bows, turns and leaves the room.

His steps carry him towards his quarters and he cannot help the anticipation build. Male omegas are rare, rarer even than female alphas, but Drautos has heard so much about them, their ability to carry many children, to always be needy for a good fucking. And about how exquisite they are, how soft, how they cannot control themselves when they are in heat.

But who is the mysterious omega he has been given? He cannot remember ever seeing one in the city, too precious to be let out. Then again the last years he has been more occupied with the war. But the war is over now. Won. Partly with his doing.

He halts in front of his door, pausing, but then pushes it open.

The picture in front of him is amazing. It's not any omega he has been given, no, the emperor gifted him Crown Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum of Lucis.

The naked prince himself is on his front, whimpering, his hands shackled behind the small of his back and a spreader bar holding his thighs open, with his arse up in the air. As he realises he isn't alone anymore, the prince tries to turn. He is angry, his eyes blazing, and yet he is clearly on the verge of heat, sweat on his forehead, cheeks flushed and muscles quivering. Drautos has seen people on the verge of heat, but he has never had the opportunity to breed one during that time. And by the Astrals, he wants to. His trousers are already feeling uncomfortably tight.

The omega however is not so eager. 'You?!' Noctis spits out. His eyebrows narrow even further. 'Traitor!'

Drautos cannot help but arch an eyebrow up. 'Perhaps. But I am not the one tied down, shackled and in need for an alpha's knot.'

His arousal grows even more and he shifts closer. The scent of Noctis is alluring, enticing, and any less of an alpha would have already been on the naked omega, fucking the prince into submission, hard and brutal.

But he is going to take his time. After all he wants to tease the boy until he is a wreck, hole dripping with slick, muscles quivering with need and expression desperate for release, begging him to stop.

Of course, Drautos won't.

Not until he has filled the prince up with his semen, until it's dripping from him even though his knotted and he can be sure the prince is going to grow heavy with his child. Or children.

He steps closer, eyes wandering over the boy. He sees the slightly red injection mark where someone must have given him the heat-inducing drugs. Another syringe is lying on the table beside the bed and it makes Drautos pause. Hm. Noctis is already needy, but he has not really fallen into the heat induced haze. So he reaches out, takes the syringe and moves behind Noctis on the bed, between those lithe thighs.

'No,' Noctis breathes out, eyes wide as he realises what Drautos is doing. 'No, they already gave me something. You can't give me, you-'

'Oh, I can and I will,' Drautos moves between Noctis' legs, taking in the slim shoulders, the creamy skin and the firm arse. Noctis' hole is not dropping and tight, but he is already. He is shivering too, maybe in anticipation, but most likely in fear. Drautos reaches out, running a gloved hand over his arse, than slapping it, hard. Noctis is pushed forward, a groan escaping him. Blood rushes into the place Drautos has just hit and he grins. He pushes the syringe into Noctis, then empties it before putting aside.

Noctis whimpers, trying to get away, but it is fruitless. Drautos runs his hands over the firm cheeks again, leather against skin. Muscles move beneath his hands, quivering. It makes the prince squirm even more, his face desperate. He bites down on his lip, eyes getting glassier. A whimper escapes his mouth and he presses it shut, trying to bury his face in the pillow so Drautos cannot see it.

The drug is working fast, especially where Drautos has injected it. Or perhaps it is because Drautos is close to him, the scent of alpha making his heat stronger, making the omega long for a thick knot, which fills him to the brim. Drautos swallows, throat dry, and lust pooling in his groin.

Noctis strains against the shackles again, trying to trash and get away, but everything that does is making the prince more alluring. His scent is intensifying, especially after wriggling his arse like this. It draws Drautos' gaze towards his hole again. He is already slicking up, his hole widening, clenching and unclenching, begging to be filled.

Drautos reaches for his left glove, pulling it off with his teeth and then throwing it aside. Then he takes the other one off, his gaze never leaving Noctis, who is beginning to look desperate. Another whimper escapes the prince, this one not even muffled. 'Don't- please,' Noctis starts.

'Oh, you want this, my dear prince. No, you need this.' He finally reaches for that soft skin, feeling its smooth texture. Damn, he can't wait to see the bruises from his grip form. For now he gives Noctis another slap, making him yelp, which almost tapers off into a moan.

Finally Drautos reaches for his trousers, opening them and drawing his cock out. He is already hard - thick and heavy, ready to plunge into Noctis' tight heat.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Noctis' eyes widen. Clearly the prince is shocked at his size, but his body is speaking a different language. The prince's slim, almost elegant, cock has hardened. He is fighting his body's need to drop into a submissive stance, of presenting his arse and yet a drop of slick is running from his hole. He is in need of being filled by something large, his body begging, and Drautos is only happy to oblige.

He aligns his cock, nudging Noctis' quivering hole. The prince makes a weak sound of protest, opening his mouth and Drautos uses that moment to push forward, push into that tight heat, which opens up for him so nicely. A long moan falls from Noctis' mouth. His cheeks flush even darker, tears forming in his eyes and hair sticking to his forehead.

Drautos moves his hands to grip the other one's waist, pulling out before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt and showing Noctis where he belongs. It's a tight, snug fit and he has the feeling of being squeezed hard, of Noctis' body still maintaining a bit of resistance. A grin spreads over his face. That resistance won't last long though.

He begins to fuck the prince, his cock slipping in and out of him easily as the prince grows wetter and wider, moans and mewls falling from his lips. At some point Noctis cants his pelvis down, finally submitting to him. Tear tracks are beginning to form on his face and Drautos leans forward to lick them away, the salty liquid a delicious flavour to accompany Noctis' sweet submission. It puts him closer to Noctis' shoulder and therefore scent and he inhales deeply. Something about that spiciness is urging him on even more, making him want to own that body and Drautos can't help the growl.

His world begins to focus on that feeling, that need to make the prince his, to mark him, to fuck him until he is pregnant, womb heavy with child and semen. 'Going to make you mine,' Drautos growls into Noctis' ear. 'Going to knot you until you are pregnant, until you growing with my pups like any good omega is. Gonna keep fucking you through your pregnancy, to make sure you always eager, always needy, always going to need my cock and semen. I am going to spill inside of you, make you crave this-'

Noctis whimpers, high-pitched, and then the omega clenches around him, spilling onto the sheets, and Drautos is hit by surprise. So much so, he buries himself inside the prince, forcing his growing knot inside of Noctis and making the young man cry out as the knot is shoved inside his sensitive parts. It makes him clamp down on Drautos, who moans and pulls the boys hips closer so he is buried to the hilt inside the prince.

Noctis mewls. A broken, needy sound and Drautos cannot help himself, but let his hips snap forward, once, twice and then he feels his orgasm wash over him, his cock pumping Noctis full of his seed. It takes what feels like ages, him filling Noctis up. Twice he feels Noctis clench around him, moaning and spilling on the bed again.

The second time it happens, Drautos pulls Noctis up by his arm, making him arch his back, another broken moan coming from the prince, and then he bites down on Noctis' shoulder. Noctis whimpers, endorphins cursing through his system and he clenches even tighter around Drautos. 'No,' falls from his lips, a weak, broken sound.

Drautos smiles, pulling the prince closer. 'Mine,' he growls, hand pushing down on Noctis' womb, which is filled up by his seed.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this, even though I am late. Like very late to the party. Maybe someone is still interested. I appreciate (constructive) feedback, or even just kudos because I don't think this will ever be on my main account on ao3.

Also, I am glad I checked the emperor's name. It's Iedolas, not Leonidas as I hat thought.

Thank you for posting! I enjoyed it~
As for a constructive feedback, it’s already good on its own as an a/b/o pwp, just wanted to say it could always be more if you wanted it to, like more characterization for Drautos to make him scarier and intimidating? But then again you already nailed the prompt so good work on it!!!

Thank you for commenting - it means a lot.

Yeah, that's actually a good point. I might try to work on it (should I post this on ao3) though I am not sure how I can make Drautos scarier as it is written from his point of view. But thanks, I certainly will have a think about it. But I'm glad I came through on the pwp part.

“Very nice,” Noct muttered, almost to himself, as he ran a thumb along Gladio’s wet rim. “Stay there,” he added, when Gladio was about to push up from his spot bent over his desk. Noct didn’t even bother getting up from his chair as he rummaged in a drawer.

“You keep sex toys in your desk?” he asked, torn between a grin and scolding him.

“Just this one.” He felt a small ball push against his hole. “It’s for a special occasion,” he added, and Gladio could hear the grin in his voice. He opened around the toy, Noct pushing it in slow and steady. Gladio felt every bump in the toy as it gradually widened. He sank onto the desk, his forehead pressed to the cool wood as he panted. It was over quicker than he expected, the base sitting snug against his ass and the toy pushing against his prostate.

“Stop staring,” he muttered as he gathered himself before pushing himself up. When he looked over his shoulder, Noct was still laser focused on the fake diamond peeking out between his cheeks, gnawing on his lip.

“You sure I can’t take a picture?” he asked, pouting when Gladio pulled his pants up.

“Are you Prompto?” He turned, and Noct pressed a light kiss to his belly just over his pants and backed up enough to let Gladio out.

He was at the door when Noct called out, “Remember! The whole day!” Gladio didn’t dignify that with a response.

The stretch was a little distracting, but he’d adjust soon enough.

~

He jumped at the first pulse and waved off the recruit’s questioning look. He took a deep breath through the vibrations—he could handle this—and went back to correcting his form. The recruit’s name escaped him as the toy vibrated a little faster, then slower again, and he clenched his eyes shut to refocus.

“Are you alright?”

“Headache,” he lied immediately. “Excuse me.” He walked to the bathroom quickly, making a beeline for the sink and splashing cold water on his face. He took a moment to even out his breaths as it pulsed and vibrated inside him. “I can do this,” he said, and walked back out.

~

Gladio bit his lip so hard he was pretty sure it was bleeding now. The buzzing was more constant now, and his cock was straining against his already wet jockstrap. Noct smirked at him from across the desk. If the nobles at the table knew anything was going on they didn’t give any indication.
Noct’s hand shifted in his pocket and the vibrations increased. Gladio clenched his hands so hard his knuckles turned white, his teeth grinding together so hard he was pretty sure everyone could hear it.

Noct just looked smug.

~

Gladio kept a hand over his mouth to keep the moans from escaping and rushed to Noct’s room. The vibrator was on the highest setting, or at least he hoped it was. He made it inside and slammed the door behind him just before he came again, slumping against the door, panting and squirming through his orgasm.

Noct let out a low whistle from where he lounged on the bed and the vibrations died down.

“Nice, Gladio.”

“Fuck you,” he gasped out. His voice cracked on a moan when the vibrations kicked up again.

“Come here,” he said, and Gladio walked to the bed on shaky legs. “Take off your pants.” He unbuttoned them and pushed them down his legs, focused on keeping his balance. Noct let out a satisfied hum. “Gods, look at you.” He threaded his fingers under the strap of his jockstrap, over his hip and digging his fingers into the meat of his ass. “What a mess.”

“Whose fault is that?” he grunted.

“Take this off,” he said, snapping the strap against his hip, “and get on the bed.”

“You are enjoying this way too much,” he said, hissing when he took the jockstrap off, his cock springing up, red and wet.

“Well yeah,” he said, smirking like the brat he is. “I’ve got a few more hours to watch you squirm on a vibrator.”

That was hot author anon!

2 years old... but here you are anyway~ https://archiveofourown.org/works/19906783

Ignis was carefully calibrating his glare as he followed the Duke of Insomnia and Prompto through the gallery halls of the Citadel. This was technically a public area and, as such, an eligible omega didn’t require an escort to walk with his Grace, but Ignis was not willing to let even the shadow of impropriety fall on the prince’s friend. Ardyn had a not entirely unfair reputation as a rake and a few less-savory journals had tried to paint Prompto as a loose omega for his friendship with Noctis, despite the fact that Ignis bore Noct’s bite. The king’s younger brother, seemingly unfazed by the dark edge to the presence of the prince’s omega, blithely carried on with his tour.

“Ah, now this one created quite a commotion in the court. You see, the artist had won the commision to paint the Infernian and the Glacian based on her earlier work that was more… typical of its time and this was a huge departure. Tell me, what do you think of it?” The alpha had offered Prompto a guided tour of the gallery when he had overheard the younger omega waxing-enthusiastic about a new statue in the park to Noctis. To everyone’s surprise Prompto had only shown his shyness around Ardyn for a moment before agreeing.

Prompto stepped closer the the human-sized painting of the Glacian and her omega. Ignis was no prude, but he felt a blush cross his cheeks as he looked at the embracing gods from an appropriate distance. The painting was scarcely on this side of lude, showing the gods in what was obviously a post-coitel daze entwined on a bed with snowy sheets surrounded by various animals and fruits that represented fecundity in the time it was painted. Hardly first-date material. Not that this was a date. Ignis was reminded that Prompto was quite innocent in ways as he leaned in to examine the brush work. “Honestly, it looks like dozens of other paintings of them, but it seems… more grounded? Like, that frog looks like it’s about to jump off the painting.”

“Good eye! It was that ‘grounded’ quality that so offended the great and the good of its time. You see, the style of the day was to give the gods an… ethereal quality. Here, she painted sweat on the Glacian’s brow, bruising around the mating-bite she gave the Infernian, and a dappled softness around the Infernian’s stomach and hips. Rumors flew that she’d modeled the Infernian on her own lover, who’d given her twins the year before. Apparently, the presentation got so heated the Crownsguard had to intervene.” Ignis stepped closer, ready to whisk Prompto away if the other omega was getting uncomfortable.

Prompto snorted a laugh. “So it was cool to paint the gods doin’ it, but show some stretch marks and they call the cops?” Ardyn’s laugh was rich and amused. He shifted toward Prompto like he wanted to wrap an arm around him, but pulled back. The duke turned to point across the hall to a smaller painting.

“Now, this one is a little less controversial, but the technique for shading the feathers was revolutionary.”

Prompto followed the duke’s attention and gasped in adoration. “Oh, it’s so pretty!” He tucked his hands behind him as he crowded in to study Still Life with Chocochick (376). “This must have taken forever with such tiny strokes.” Ignis had to give Ardyn points for knowing his audience. Perhaps it wouldn’t be a disaster if he tried to court Propmto.

~~i am like 99% sure that luna's touch-starved in any universe okay~~

thank you for this prompt; it was delightful to write :D

The celebrations for Noctis' 18th birthday were set to last for a week. In that time, Lucis would play host to a parade of dignitaries visiting to pay their respects to the Crown Prince.

The Tenebrae royal family, naturally, was one of them.

Unlike most of the visitors, the Nox Fleurets were set to stay the whole week, being as close to the Lucis Caelums as they were. It was a splendid time to catch up, and besides, Prince Noctis and Lady Lunafreya had been close friends since they were children, had they not? Surely Prince Noctis would welcome the extra time.

Luna had yet to decide if this extended stay was a blessing or a curse.

At some point, that close friend of hers had grown up... rather attractive.

She sort of knew it from the public appearances he'd made—honestly he had a shoe-in if he ever wanted to work as a model; puberty had been wonderfully kind to him—but actually spending time around him...

He slouched. He texted under the dinner table. He was gentle with animals and children. He listened. He sulked. He snarked. He slept in the sunny spots of the library and ate fast food before dinner. He never forced himself to smile when he didn't want to. He went about his life with no regal bearing whatsoever, just an enchanting level of devil-may-care defiance and quiet kindness.

He was everything Luna wanted to have—wanted to be—all dressed up in worn-soft shirts and meticulously mussed sex-hair.

And he was genuinely excited to have her around.

Nobody was ever genuinely excited to have Luna around unless there was something they needed from her.

As much as she didn't mind doing things for people, seeing someone (seeing Noctis) light up because she'd walked into the room left her with more flustered delight than she knew what to do with.

(And then he'd smother the expression into something more aloof and pointedly unaffected until they started talking, and then the aloofness dissipated into visible affection and attentive interest, and that bashful chuckle of his left everything in her craving.)

She spent the first night in the Citadel hugging her pillow, burying her nose in the smell of it and kicking her heels and desperately trying not to imagine what would happen if Noctis were there beside her.

She spent the second night taking a very cold shower and laying face down on the bed, exhausted to the core, and replaying every single moment of that horrible, wonderful day in her head against her better judgement, feeling as giggly as she felt silly and guilty.

On the third night, the day of Noctis' birth, she never did make it back to her bed.

She still had a slice of his birthday cake in her hand when he appeared at her elbow, tense, and drew her into one of the servant halls, murmuring something about Ignis distracting the guests for them and getting pizza because he was starving and no one wanted to order any real food.

She reminded him about the hearty bean soup on the buffet table just to see that pained look cross his face, then made them detour back to her room so she could change into her new sundress and flats. She was almost as desperate for escape as he was, and something about having him there shut off the little voice that demanded her obedience.

(Oh, just what was he turning her into?

She didn't know, but she thought she liked it.)

The pizza was just as delicious as promised, and the insubordination even moreso. The only thing better was how Noctis came alive once he was out of the Citadel.

(Partly because how good it felt to see him happy; partially because a happy Noctis was an affectionate Noctis; and partially that confident, playful little grin of his was giving her the sweetest kind of needy ache in the pit of her belly, making her skin sensitive and her face feel hot—if this was what attraction felt like, she was a brand new fan.)

They had to go back eventually, of course, but by 3:00 A.M., the party had passed, the guests put to bed and the great hall attended by cleaning staff, rather than cake.

Sneaking back into the west wing was an adventure in itself, Noctis leading the way and peeking around corners as he went while Luna kept watch.

"Whew," he breathed as they approached his door. "Made it."

"Indeed," she said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. She was feeling the loss for more reasons than the fact that it signaled an end to the evening.

At some point during the outing, Noctis had clasped her hand and forgotten to let go. As... oddly stimulating as the simple contact was, she was loath to remind him.

(Warm and strong with subtle callouses from his training, and the slightest scrape of his skin when the pads of his fingertips brushed the back of her hand kept putting strange thoughts in her head about what that would feel like against the slippery flesh between her legs.

This was not a problem she'd expected to have when visiting her childhood friend—that shy, earnest boy who stammered over pronouncing her full name—but she was finding it hard to object. It felt too good.)

He still didn't quite let go as he pushed open the door and checked through the crack, then let it glide fully open on its own. "Aaaand we're home free. I seriously thought Specs was gonna be here waiting for us."

"I wonder why he's not."

"Eh," said Noctis, thoughtlessly pulling her in after him. "Probably with the search party. I think we gave the security tail a slip a couple hours ago."

"Security tail?" Luna echoed, with the funny feeling that those words would make more sense if she hadn't just entered Noctis' room, which meant that they were alone together in a room with a bed and all those things she'd been trying not to think were swarming her head with a vengeance.

He let go at last, and Luna's hand felt cold at the loss. "Yeah—I think they figured that if I was gonna sneak out anyway, they should keep tabs on me instead of trying to stop it. I'm pretty sure they don't know I know, but Dad lets me get off way too easy when they're still around."

She hummed. Her face felt hot, and somehow the absence of his touch was just bringing her attention to all the other ways she craved. The room was much cooler than the sultry August night outside, and her light sundress wasn't protecting her overheated skin much, the combined chill and excitement making her stomach flutter and her nipples tighten pleasantly.

For the first time since they were kids, they were well and truly alone together.

And the room had a bed.

"...Everything okay?"

Luna jumped, idle fantasies scattering like birds. "Oh, ah, yes. Quite."

"You sure? 'Cause you look a little..." His voice was warm, shivering down her spine and through her belly, his eyes soft and concerned.

She nodded, the motion more sharp than graceful, then, casting about for a topic change, she blurted, "It seems various suitors were coming forward to discuss the possibility of marriage tonight."

Not the smoothest of segues, but it seemed that certain things were on her mind at the moment.

Noctis made a face. "Tell me about it..."

Ah...

"The thought of marriage does not appeal to you?" she questioned while she tried to sort out her feelings about that reaction.

He folded his arms, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I mean..." His eyes darted to hers and then fixed themselves on the window. "I knew it was coming, but it still feels kinda... too soon. And marrying a stranger isn't exactly my idea of fun."

Well, she knew the feeling. Watching the cordial, distant interactions between Ravus and his wife had left her with no great anticipation for her own married life.

"Heh." He flashed her a tired, lopsided smile. "If only they wanted me to marry you."

Luna flexed her fingers, then linked them, refusing to let any of those complicated feelings show on her face as she said, "My mother offered."

"...Huh?"

She couldn't bring herself to meet his eye. "We aren't a truly advantageous match, but the bloodline of the Oracle would benefit from the bloodline of the Lucis Caelums, and you and I are... friends." She swallowed to force her voice steady again. She could feel the flush in her face growing, spreading. "And she knows that I, too, would rather marry a friend than a stranger."

(Knew that Luna would rather marry Noctis than anyone else, because her mother was her second closest confidant after the boy himself, and had played witness to many of Luna's more embarrassing moments of silliness.)

"Oh. Well. Uh." She might as well have proved to him that the sky was a nice shade of forest green, he sounded so taken aback.

Luna's heart sank like a stone. Of course it had just been a joke—what had she been thinking?

"There are, of course, many matches to choose from," she backpedaled. Her ears were on fire. How undignified. "But you mentioned it, so I... thought I might let you know."

He didn't say a thing.

"...It would please me to take you as my husband," slipped out of her, unbidden.

The silence that followed was absolutely unbearable.

Luna had undergone many a trial in her life—this should have been nothing.

It was very much not nothing.

She wanted to climb out of Noctis' bedroom window and fling herself to her death. Or, at the very least, to her extreme injury that would require a long hospital stay and lots of legal issues and politics that could distract from the utterly humiliating things she'd just said.

(She'd thought... she'd really, really thought that maybe... maybe he...

Had she been reading this all wrong?)

"Hey, Luna?" he said tentatively.

Her head jerked up. "—Yes?"

It wasn't just her who was blushing; Noctis' cheeks were glowing red. "Wanna get married?"

Her chest contracted in a giggle that was half relief and half delight. "Yes. Yes, I do."

He scratched the back of his neck with a strange expression that was trying desperately not to be a smile. "I'll talk to my dad."

Luna bit the inside of her lip, her face starting to ache, that delight blooming throughout her body.

The silence that followed his statement was wasn't nearly as unbearable as the last, merely awkward as they both tried to figure out where to go from here.

At length, Noctis finally said, "Hey, so, uh..."

"Yes?"

He was going red again. "...No, never mind."

"I'm curious," she nudged, tickled. A shy Noctis was a very cute Noctis indeed.

He mumbled something nearly incomprehensible, looking anywhere but her.

Her heart lurched. "Come again?"

(Had she heard 'kiss'? ...'Night'?)

"Ah, seriously, it was stupid." He shook out his hair, scruffing his fingers through the locks and leaving them in a slightly less intentional state of disarray that was no less eye-catching. Then he paused, and after a beat, dropped his hand with a heavy sigh. "—Shoot, I forgot we should've walked you back first."

"I'll be alright," she reassured him, her mind more occupied with what those mumbled words could have been—and the not-insubstantial toned muscle of that arm—than it was with the finer points of leaving the room. "If anyone catches me, I have an excuse to be lost."

He didn't look quite satisfied with that, but didn't push the matter.

She fought with herself for another few seconds, then with burning cheeks, she added, "If I may... I would like to kiss my soon-to-be-betrothed goodnight."

She would have liked to kiss him goodnight long before this, but now she had an excuse.

He stared at her for a long second, then sighed in defeat.

A little lurch of panic, a little frisson of hurt. "What?"

"Nah," he dismissed as he walked over to her, casual as you please. "Just thinking you're way smoother than I'll ever be. Give a guy a break, will you?"

He had no self-awareness, Luna thought, because the sheepish half-smile on his face was sending shivers down her spine and the hands cupping her face were sparking very pleasant jolts in her belly, and she was the one who would like a break here, thank you very much.

She was unsure of how they came to an unspoken agreement that this wouldn't be a simple kiss on the cheek, but it was only with the slightest of hesitations that his lips met hers.

And she squeaked.

It was like kissing a livewire, zapping nameless sensation through her whole body, something she could feel right down to her toes.

It wasn't a very loud squeak, thankfully, and it didn't mask the way Noctis' breath had hitched at the contact, the faint twitch of his fingers before he smoothed his thumbs over her cheeks—a horribly innocent touch that she could feel tugging at the taut tips of her breasts and throbbing deep in her core more than anywhere else.

A little groan, a little slip of lip as he angled their heads for better access, his right hand oh so carefully gliding down her spine and settling at the oh so proper small of her back to draw her closer, and she was shivering again, harder, her thighs and groin and backside tingling, begging for attention.

They begged all the louder when she rested her own hands on his chest, soft fabric the only barrier between her and firm pectorals, his pulse racing under her fingertips, the barely-there graze of his bicep and the taste of his mouth clouding over her senses.

The kiss was brief—terribly brief—but when she pulled back, she was panting hard, all the air sucked out of the room by Noctis' infinitely soft, infinitely dark gaze and the way his hand was absolutely burning where it rested on her back.

It had felt so good that all she wanted to do was pull him back and never stop.

It crossed her mind then that she was going to have to spend the next four days knowing what that felt like.

Four days of eternity just craving that.

And then the visit would be over and she'd have to go home.

Life, she decided, was far too short not to kiss him again.

And again.

And maybe that was the point at which she should have gone back to her room, but Noctis' hands had finally given up on propriety and she was much too intent on keeping them up her skirt and squeezing her backside to spare decorum much attention.

Decorum was very overrated, she would have thought if she could think, when the straps of her sundress started slipping off her shoulders and the straps of her bra followed suit.

Noctis gave up on occupying her mouth then, pulling both dress and bra away from her breast so he could suck one of her nipples into his mouth, and she gripped his shoulders and keened, lights flashing behind her eyes as the sensation slammed her up against the edge of her orgasm.

At some point, her back hit his bed, and at another, her bra was removed, her underwear quickly following suit. The dress stayed, and was pulled back up over her shoulders—something she was much too far gone to object to, especially with the way the material felt sliding back up over her suckled-tender chest.

He followed the gesture up by catching the peak of her breast between his teeth and nibbling it through the fine linen, and Luna nearly sobbed.

It was rather difficult to reach the fastenings of his pants when he was determined to keep mouthing at her breasts until she went mad and massaging her backside until her juices leaked down onto his hands, but she managed it in the end and spent a long, frustrating eternity fighting said fastenings with clumsy fingers.

She didn't quite drool when she finally had his erection in her hand (hot, velvety skin under her fingertips, stiff shaft filling her palm with a delicious weight, heavy pulse throbbing through it in time with his heartbeat), but she did when the thick head of it pushed between the lips of her burning sex, pushed between the long-soaked folds inside, pushed right against the entrance to her core.

She'd been held up against the edge of that orgasm for so long that all it took was him breaching her—the rush of hot-thick-pulsing-velvet sliding inside her sex and the wonderful tingling fullness that followed it—to send her right over her crest.

She was fairly certain she screamed.

Through the rush in her ears, she heard him let out a punched grunt; the first wave had her clenching him tight, staggered over how much of him there was inside her, and then the second wave had her gripping a whole lot more, filled up to just short of bursting when his pelvis met the crux of her thighs.

He eased back, heated skin stroking out through her sensitive opening and the sweetest pulling loss, then plunged in fast and deep—deep enough to make her mouth throb with the size of him and her vision flash white with pleasure. Her entire body seemed to grip at the penetration, that very fullness triggering pulsing wave after pulsing wave of unadulterated ecstasy.

And then he did it again, and again, and again, and again, over and over until she lost count, each thrust taking her higher and harder and better than the last. Her throat hurt with noises she could barely hear herself making, everything lost to the perfect storm.

She was choking, gasping for air when his thrusts started to falter, only realizing what that one-two-three stuttering meant when he came, groaning low in his chest and releasing hot hot hot seed into her core, sending an altogether different kind of wonderful warmth rolling through her.

He carefully slid free of her twitching embrace once he was done, and then collapsed on his side next to her, panting heavily, resting his hand high on her waist and his forehead against hers and just breathing with her.

Luna found herself breathing a little moan as the orgasm finally started to settle, leaving her feeling sublimely used and her belly sated molten with the aftermath.

After several long seconds, Noctis breathed a chuckle, rasping, "Uh... wow."

She blinked her eyes open and found him gazing at her with an awed little smile, adoration written clear as day across his beautiful, exertion-flushed face, and the sleep that was almost starting to tug at her mind dissipated like smoke.

Abruptly, she wanted him inside her again. She wanted him to come inside her again. She wanted him to do it again and again and again until she was flooded with that feeling. She wanted to watch him come, wanted to know what he looked like when absolutely lost in the pleasure of intimacy, wanted to be the one to give him what he'd just given her.

It would be improper to say all of that, though, so instead she just giggled and replied, "Quite so."

They drifted into silence for a while longer, then, just as sleep started to return, she realized she'd forgotten to say something very important today.

"Happy birthday, Noctis."

He rolled over, clasped the back of her head, and pulled her into a kiss.

Improper or no, she ended up mewling all those desires into a sitting room chaise the next day while he eagerly took her from behind, her dress scrunched up so high it barely covered her breasts—and then only hours later, he put his mouth to work between her legs, almost as if to spite her in the loveliest way possible.

The day after that, he fulfilled those fantasies, sneaking into her room and staying the night, and then... helped her clean up the next morning.

They spent some very quality time with him in her mouth in the training rooms later on, because Noctis was absolutely irresistible in his training fatigues and covered in sweat, then sneaked out of the banquet that evening in favor of a broom closet because he couldn't seem to drag his eyes away from her décolletage.

In hindsight, she probably should have been paying more attention to when the Tenebrae entourage was supposed to leave on the final day, because they were in the midst of making love one last time when Marshal Leonis came looking for them, just achieving that absolutely magical experience of climaxing at the same moment when the door clicked open.

For a long moment, the only noise was of her and Noctis catching their breath and swallowing embarrassing noises as she slowly stopped fluttering in aftershocks and he started to soften inside her.

Then, in possibly the driest tone possible, the Marshal said, "So this is where you two have been disappearing to."

Luna felt herself flush, and she could see Noctis turning redder than exertion could account for out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm going to give you five minutes to clean up," the Marshal continued, "and then we're going to have a long talk."

Noctis slumped.

Luna felt the ache of separation more sharply this time than ever before, but that didn't stop her from smiling as she re-donned her underthings. Catching his much more downcast expression as she straightened, she nudged his hip with hers and put her mouth next to his ear.

"Wedding night, my dear Noctis."

He clasped the back of her head and kissed her.

Not!op but that's lovely. I love the backstory of their various reputations. Their 'day's is so nice and I love the use of art, their mutual appreciation of it, with something sexy and cute.

Just a hooray for more Promdyn. I love it.

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Not OP, but that was a lot of fun, thank you for writing it!

A!A - i had a lot of fun writing it! and thank you for enjoying it :D

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Prompt Post Round Six

Re: Chocobros "4 men trying to take care of a baby"

Re: Drautos/Noctis, ABO Spoils of War noncon

Re: Nyx/Noct, seduction attempt fail

Fill: Abo AU Alpha Gentiana/Omega Luna, bonding

Fill: Gladio/Ignis sharing a shower

Fill: (1/?) Prompto/Noct or Any, Post-Prompto/Mindflayer, egg impregnation

Fill: (2/?) Prompto/Noct or Any, Post-Prompto/Mindflayer, egg impregnation

Fill: (3/3) Prompto/Noct or Any, Post-Prompto/Mindflayer, egg impregnation

Re: Fill: (3/3) Prompto/Noct or Any, Post-Prompto/Mindflayer, egg impregnation

Re: Fill: (3/3) Prompto/Noct or Any, Post-Prompto/Mindflayer, egg impregnation

Re: FILL: Ignis/daemons - ovisposition

MINIFILL: Noctis/Prompto, Omen!Noctis eating Prompto's heart

Re: Drautos/Noctis "Spoils of War" (noncon)

Re: Drautos/Noctis "Spoils of War" (noncon)

Re: Drautos/Noctis "Spoils of War" (noncon)

FILL Re: Noct makes Gladio wear remote-controlled vibrator/dildo

Re: FILL Re: Noct makes Gladio wear remote-controlled vibrator/dildo

Re: IgNoctProm taking orders

Fill drabble: Ardyn/Prompto Courting ABO AU

Fill: Luna/Noctis, no war AU of Luna and her family visiting Insomnia and smut ensues (1/2)

Fill: Luna/Noctis, no war AU of Luna and her family visiting Insomnia and smut ensues (2/2)

Re: Fill drabble: Ardyn/Prompto Courting ABO AU

Re: Fill drabble: Ardyn/Prompto Courting ABO AU

Re: Fill: Luna/Noctis, no war AU of Luna and her family visiting Insomnia and smut ensues (2/2)

Re: Fill: Luna/Noctis, no war AU of Luna and her family visiting Insomnia and smut ensues (2/2)