ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post Round Six

Entry tags:

prompt post

Prompt Post Round Six

Welcome to Round Six of the FFXV Kink Meme!

CLOSED for prompts | OPEN for fills

Please have a look at the extended rules here.

The important rules in short:

Post anonymously.
Negative comments on other people's prompts (kink-shaming, pairing-bashing etc.) and personal attacks of any kind will not be tolerated.
Don't be an asshole.
One prompt per comment. Warnings for common triggers and squicks are encouraged, but not required.
Prompts should follow the format: Character/character, prompt.
Keep prompts to a reasonable length; prompts should not be detailed story outlines.
Fills should have the word "Fill:" at the start of the subject line.
Otherwise please avoid changing the subject line.
No reposting of prompts from previous rounds, please.
No Meme-Police. Only ffxv_kinkbuddyffxv_kinkhelper ffxv_kinkbuddy and ffxv_kinkmod are allowed to mod the meme. If you spot a rules violation, don't comment in the thread, report it on the Ask a mod post.

Please direct any questions or report any problems to the Ask a mod post.

Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!

(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)

If you'd like to advertise a fill, head on over to the fills post! This is, of course, entirely optional.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

OP: Aranea, Official Teller of the Prince Not to Be a Dramatic Little Bitch is the greatest.

Of course usually he'd be all about a big fancy party. Maybe eventually he'll get to plan one that's actually fun. I love Loqi giving a sarcastic jerk speech, and how Ardyn appreciates it.

I also love that Noct is genuinely good at the job of making the right appearance and being what a prince is supposed to be. He's no happier about it than Ardyn, but he's taking it seriously and putting in the work.

Poor Ardyn's loneliness comes through so strong because it's understated. The fact that he has to focus so much on what he has to do tells you a lot without belaboring it. The space between the joyful thing a wedding is supposed to be and the cold reality here is very poignant.

Oh, Noct and Prompto. You really should be more discreet, guys. Don't think that "attractive" slipped by unnoticed, Ardyn. At least he takes it well, and isn't exactly shocked. Though that can only make him lonelier.

So he will have to talk Noctis into this, as though he didn’t already bear enough guilt. Ouch.

Knowing they're both facing a consummation they don't want is rough, but makes sense. Ardyn would be way too vulnerable if he let it slide. The fade to black works, and I love the finality and resignation in the last line, though I would totally be into reading the scene if you wrote it later.

yes please?!?!?!

The real reason Cor stays in Hammerhead is because he's holding on to the last shread of hope that maybe, just maybe, one or both of his brothers (or lovers depending on fillers preference) survived and will go to the closest safe place. Luna made it out alive, so it's possible...right?

Not OP but damn I'm loving this so far.

Hey sooooo how far would op be comfortable with this going?

In light of the numerous MOTD fishing VR vids surfacing where people are basically caressing Noctis any way they could; I'd like to see any or all of the bros get alarmed by Noct's new fishing buddy! Touching Noct longer than they should, leaving lingering stares that are def not innocent in nature and by the six, the man is practically a sexual predator. Meanwhile Noctis would pretty much stay in denial because he finally has someone that is on the same wavelength about fishing and sighing 'geez you guys are thinking about this way too much'. Cue the bros fending and protecting Noct from the stranger and finally stepping in and putting an end to it all when something happened? ++ Would prefer if the OC actually stays with the bros for a period of time to the point where Noctis is comfortable and has bonded with them!

Ignis as Sebastian?

Yes please!

I like it!

Even if I feel bad bc if I had VR and that game, caressing Noct's face is a thing I'd definitely do orz

Relatedly, any kinks that op isn’t cool with?

No scat, watersports is fine though, and no permanent damage to the genetals, though the threat of such can certainly be there.

Alright! I’ll start working on a fill tomorrow

It's not a dub-con because they seduce each other? Boys just have fun during the Assassin's Festival. I hope you will like it, OP; it's not betaed though and I'm not sure I did size kink justice :/

---
"It's not the best part of the city to walk alone at night."

The booming voice from behind him startled Loqi. The stranger sounded familiar, but Loqi couldn't associate any face with that voice. Slowly, he turned around, prepared to summon MTs or to fight himself if he had to. He wasn't a general of the Imperial Army for nothing and he didn't need any heavy machinery to take down a civilian.

When his gaze laid on the stranger, Loqi cursed mentally. It was the Shield of that prissy prince who had destroyed Loqi's carefully knitted plans a day before. Actually, he had to leave back to the Emperor tomorrow's morning because of it and there was nothing Loqi wanted less than that. Emperor's punishments for failures weren't the nicest.

Which was why Loqi had decided to dress in civilian clothes - he refused to dress in that ridiculous assassin's robes - had styled his hair with hair gel and applied some light make-up which made him look like he was wearing a mask. If he was going to get punished then at least he would get some fun without being recognized.

It did look like the Shield didn't recognized him. The man's - Gladiolus's - expression wasn't threatening. He was looking at Loqi with curiosity, his head cooked slightly, arms folded on his chest. That festival outfit wasn't hiding much to imagination and Loqi found himself sliding his gaze over the Shield's big frame with appreciation. He always had a thing for bigger partners.

When Gladiolus's lips quirked up, Loqi realized he wasn't too discreet with ogling him.

"I was going back to the main market," Loqi said, walking closer to the Shield. He could see how the man's gaze lingered on his face before sliding down. It made him feel hot, but also curious: was he really not recognized? "I had to take a wrong turn. But what you are doing here then if it's not safe?" Loqi had to raise his head to look Gladiolus in his face.

"I wanted to go for a walk." He shrugged and Loqi felt a shiver running down his back. Those arms were massive; he wanted nothing more than to touch them. "We can go back together," he murmured, leaning down a bit. "Have a drink or two if you want to."

Loqi licked his lips without thinking, suddenly not minding that Gladiolus caught him staring. The Shield was a very straightforward, which was surprising yet who knew how aristocracy of Lucis behaved? The fact that he was an enemy wasn't important in this moment; later, Loqi could always throw in the prince's face that he got to know his Shield on more personal levels.

With that mountain of the man, so much taller and wider than him, towering over him Loqi felt he would much more prefer to skip drinks and go straight to the main feature. Considering how intense was Gladiolus's gaze, he would probably prefer it too.

'Oh, fuck it.'

Feeling bold and ditching how he as a noble should behave, Loqi dared to lean closer, putting his hands on the man's wide chest - he could feel how the Shield's muscles were moving under his fingers. He lowered his voice too, practically speaking against Gladiolus's lips; their faces were so close together.

"I'm not a fan of drinks and we have some more urgent matters to attend, don't you think?"

Counting on his luck to not leave him now, Loqi slid his hand down, letting it stop on the belt of Gladiolus's pants. Those amber eyes darkened with desire and a low growl almost turned Loqi's knees into butter.

The Shield wrapped his arm around Loqi before he could protest and pulled him closer, grinding their hips together. Anything what Loqi wanted to say changed into a loud moan. Gladiolus laughed quietly against Loqi's ear, slipping his thigh between Loqi's and gently moving Loqi's hips on it, making Loqi fuck himself against his leg. Loqi didn't mind it; he clutched material of Gladiolus's robes, shivering with lust, his eyes blown wide open. He was being moved so easily, as if he didn't weight anything and it turned him on more than anything.

"It's the best idea I heard whole evening." The Shield fucking purred, melting away all rational thoughts in Loqi's brain. "And I just know the best place."

---
Somehow, they managed to not touch each other while walking to the little motel on the other side of the market where people celebrated festival. The whole time Gladiolus had his arm wrapped around Loqi's shoulders, holding him close. It felt good, to be touched like that. Loqi didn't think he would escape that hold if he wanted; that knowledge was making him harder and he congratulated himself for wearing wide pants. That and just how easy Gladiolus was making him move in direction he wanted, to avoid colliding with other people. Loqi was sure he would stop moving his legs and the other man wouldn't even notice.

A few times Gladiolus pointed at some festival attraction, leaning down so he wouldn't have to scream because of the surrounding them noise. Every time he did that Loqi was reminded just how much taller the Shield was and it didn't really help him to calm himself down.

The motel didn't look like something Loqi would ever want to sleep in even if the other option would be sleeping under sky during rainy night. But Gladiolus had promised that rooms were clean and, honestly, Loqi had a hard time arguing with him when Gladiolus put his lips onto Loqi's neck.

In the shortest time ever, Loqi found himself naked and on the bed, kissing the Shield as if his life depended on it, his fingers raking along the wide shoulders and chest. Gladiolus's body was a work of art, hard muscles and dark ink of the tattoo, and Loqi couldn't have enough of touching him.
Greedily, he went straight to touching Gladiolus's cock, marvelling at the size of it. Gods, he couldn't wait to have that hard cock fucking him.

"I want to ride you," he panted against Gladiolus's throat, moving his hands faster around the man's erection. "Sit at the headboard."

"Pushy, aren't you?" The Shield mused but sat on pillows against the headboard obediently. He was probably used to listening to orders of that prince of his.

It was a double bed, but Gladiolus seemed to take almost whole space with his body. Loqi suppressed a groan at that sight and sat comfortably onto Gladiolus's laps, pushing a bottle of lube into the man's hands, his own going back to stroking Gladiolus's cock. It wasn’t often when he had a chance to play with a cock this big; he was almost salivating just from looking at it.

Slowly, while sucking another hickey on Loqi's neck, Gladiolus's coated in lube finger pushed against Loqi's opening. It went inside easily and Loqi moaned, throwing his head back.

"I fingered myself before going out," he breathed out, enjoying how Gladiolus whined hearing that and how quickly another finger joined the one inside him.

Soon, Loqi was riding Gladiolus's fingers, leaning against the man's chest. Fingers inside him were so big, stretching him to his limits but Loqi knew he could take more.
He wanted to take more.

When Gladiolus started to push his cock inside of him, Loqi thought he was going to break. It felt so much bigger than Gladiolus's fingers, stretching Loqi more than his biggest toys. He panted that thought aloud and the Shield moaned, leaning his head against Loqi's shoulder, his hands clutching at Loqi's hips painfully. Loqi could feel him trembling under himself, all that strength almost coming undone because of what he had said.

He felt powerful, making that big man trembling.

It was maddening.

"Yesssss," Loqi groaned when he finally sank down all the way on Gladiolus's cock. His lover was panting, looking at Loqi as if he didn't want anything else than to pound into him into oblivion, but was restraining himself to not hurt Loqi.

It made Loqi drunk on desire.

Deliberately slowly, Loqi moved his hips, enjoying how Gladiolus's cock pressed against his prostate. He put his hands on the Shield's shoulders for support and started to slowly move his hips more, the whole time checking Gladiolus's reactions.

It didn't take long for Loqi to start riding Gladiolus hard, not with the man's hands on his hips pushing him up and down, urging him to take more. He was moaning loudly, stretched out like never before, saying filthy things which were making Gladiolus buck his hips into him even harder. Loqi’s thighs were trembling from exhaustion already but he’d be damned if he stopped now.

"You're so good..." Gladiolus growled, his fingers digging into Loqi's hips on the edge of being painful. "Taking me... so well..."

Loqi nodded, pressing an open mouth kiss to Gladiolus's shoulder. He wanted to say something but then his gaze went down, to his own belly and he forgot how to form words.
On his stomach was visible a bulge. Loqi could see it clearly even in barely lit room, moving up and down with the rhythm of Gladiolus's thrusts. He touched it tentatively and heard sudden gasp of Gladiolus followed by a short laugh.

"So you noticed it too, huh?" Not waiting for the answer, Gladiolus kissed him and started to pound into him with renew enthusiasm, making Loqi's eyes turn into the back of his head and whine into the kiss.

Weirdly turned on by the sight of the bulge and with how fast Gladiolus was fucking him now, it didn't take Loqi long to come all over their stomachs. He practically screamed his release, trying to move his hips even faster on the cock inside him.

"Don't stop," he panted when he remembered how to speak again, grabbing Gladiolus's face into his palms and bouncing on Gladiolus’s cock more despite how tired his legs were. "Don't you dare to stop fucking me now."

The man positively growled and before Loqi had a chance to think about what he had unleashed, he was pushed onto his back, Gladiolus's cock still inside him. The man spread Loqi's legs wide and pushed them up, hooking them over his shoulders and thrusting into Loqi mercilessly. He was covering Loqi's whole body with his own, his balls were slapping loudly against Loqi's ass with every thrust. If he could, Loqi would arch his back in pleasure. He loved - fucking loved it - when he was getting fucked after an orgasm, when his partner didn't let his oversensitive body rest. However everything Loqi could do was holding Gladiolus's arms so he wouldn't get moved on the bed like a ragdoll while that man was using him like he was nothing more than a willing hole.

Loqi loved it.

Gladiolus loved it too if his moans and restless drilling into Loqi's ass were any indication. Almost without stopping Gladiolus turned him onto his stomach, holding his hips up with one hand, the other pressing Loqi's back to the bed, still fucking Loqi as if his life depended on it.

Loqi's head was turned right and he felt himself drooling onto sheets, but was too fucked out to care about it. Gladiolus leaned down to him and Loqi was close to sobbing from feeling overpowered just from Gladiolus's mass pressing him down.
"I will fuck you whole night," the Shield's licked Loqi's ear, his hips snapping into Loqi with short, powerful thrusts.
"Mount you again and again... against the wall... on the table..."

"Yes..." Loqi wasn't sure how he managed to make that word with how much his prostate was being assaulted. He felt like Gladiolus's cock was pressing on it since the moment Loqi took the whole shaft inside.

Blindly he reached behind himself and pulled Gladiolus's head down, kissing him sloppily. He wanted Gladiolus to keep fucking him, to be manhandled, pushed down and taken, to have that strong body doing to him whatever Gladiolus wanted until Loqi wouldn't remember his name.

Still kissing him, Gladiolus reached for Loqi's cock, hard again and leaking, and stroked him fast, swallowing Loqi's moans as Loqi came the second time that night. Gladiolus came right after him, bucking into Loqi's ass a few times more, moaning against Loqi's parted lips.

Loqi expected to be crushed under Gladiolus's weight, but his lover turned them both on their side, throwing his arm around Loqi's waist and burrowing his face in Loqi's hair.

"You were amazing."

The only amazing thing was that Gladiolus still had strength to move and talk. Loqi definitely didn't; he felt fucked out, his limbs were tired and heavy, and he wanted nothing more than to take a nap. But it would be considered rude if he didn't say anything after a feast like that so he looked up and kissed Gladiolus's chin in such gentle manner it actually surprised him.

"You were too." Suddenly remembering what Gladiolus had told him, Loqi's lips spread in an impish smile. He run his palms over Gladiolus's arm - finally - enjoying how hard muscles in that arm were under his hand and added, playfully. "But you look too tired to keep your promise."

Gladiolus's frowned he chuckled, realizing what Loqi meant.
"Give me twenty minutes and I'll gladly fulfil my promise," he said, grinning widely. In this badly lit room, his eyes looked gold, like a wolf's.

Loqi almost trembled hearing that and to hide that he throw his leg over Gladiolus’, smiling smugly.

“We will see.”

It was actually less than twenty minutes later when he was being nailed into the wall, Gladiolus' supporting his whole weight with only one hand holy shit.

Maybe Loqi would manage to push the date of leaving Lestallum for a day or two. He doubt he was going to get up on his own after a night like that.

--

The end!

So Noctis goes into Pitioss and none of the bros can follow him because ~magic~ so they're stuck waiting outside for days with no way to contact him or see if he's okay until he comes out visibly shaken and traumatized.

+++The boys can't access Noct's magic storage unit while he's in there so they're stuck without supplies and half convinced Noct is dead in there.

Look, Noctis just wants ten minutes of privacy to jerk off. But people keep walking in and interrupting him in the worst possible ways.

+including precanon, like chambermaids and valets walking in all the time which is why he moves to an apartment (...after which point Ignis starts walking in on him)
++after a while he's so used to it he's not even bothered anymore
+++he's so not bothered that he keeps jerking it and ignores person of your choice and person of your choice is really into it, possibly leading to sex

Thanks everybody for all the lovely comments, I'm so happy about the response this Ardyn rambling is getting!

Warning for dehumanization again in this one, but Ardyn gets a good verbal asskicking about it.
___________________

It is unfortunate, but not, perhaps, surprising, that Noctis should set his Shield on Ardyn. Ardyn resolves to learn the lesson: he should not trust anyone or anything in this accursed country. It is somewhat strange that the MT was the pretext. Perhaps Noctis is sending him a message about that relationship. Don’t tell anyone that I’m fucking a soulless body, Ardyn imagines.

Noctis should not fear. If this marriage falls apart, it certainly means war. Ardyn would not put up with this treatment for any other reason. He has seen the power of the Lucii, the extensive military full of magic users, and beyond that, the evidence of Lucian ruthlessness. No. He will not allow King Regis any excuse to march again. It is hardly a sacrifice, is it? One man’s loveless marriage for the security of an empire?

It is nothing. And so Ardyn stays quiet.

Weeks pass. Ardyn is infuriatingly useless here. There was always a risk of that, of course, but it stings to find it happening so soon. He has been given no work to do and has no way of finding any. He knows nothing of the internals of Insomnian and Lucian politics, and he is kept from the details of the news that passes over Noctis’s desk. For all he lives in the palace he is barely better informed than the most common citizen - perhaps less, as the Citadel’s internal network is so heavily locked down that he’s often blocked from visiting harmless websites.

He would not have found this out if he were not so excruciatingly bored. He can only spend so much time hovering around the periphery of Noctis’s life. After a lifetime of work, both as a healer and as a royal representative, it is agonizing to have his sphere of influence reduced to this: puttering around the palace, sharp conversations with Scientia, and weekly dinners with Noctis that comprise mostly of stilted conversation and Ardyn watching Noctis push vegetables around on his plate.

So Ardyn attempts to occupy his time with the internet and the Insomnian Royal Library, inasmuch as he can while attended by his Crownsguard shadow. Dwelling overmuch on how he obtained that shadow will only depress him, however, and he is through allowing himself that luxury. Noctis’s advisor, his Shield, and even his untamed MT are all no doubt waiting for some further sign of weakness.

Still, the young prince at least has not been so cruel as to put him aside immediately, perhaps feeling that Ardyn is beginning to understand his position, and Ardyn clings to this with a desperation that he finds unattractive even to himself.

It is because of this that Ardyn has made a point to learn his husband’s schedule. Mornings, a late start, when Scientia finally drags him out of bed, followed by breakfast and a round or two of reports and meetings; noon, lunch, often with his retainers (three or four times a week, outside the Citadel with Prompto. This is more often than Ardyn takes meals with Noctis. Ardyn has no right to be jealous, and would feel ridiculous being jealous of an MT in any case, but he does take note of this fact); afternoon, training with Gladio or the Crownsguard, followed by more reports if there are any, dinner, and sleep. On weekends, the reports and training are replaced with sleeping in and video games.

Except that today, a Friday, at the time Ardyn expects to be able to locate his husband in one of the meeting rooms where he receives dignitaries, Noctis does not appear to be in any of his usual haunts.

It’s not so unusual that Ardyn should have difficulty finding him. The Citadel is a large place, and Noctis has lived in it most of his life, while Ardyn has been here only a few weeks. What is unusual is that no one will tell him where the prince has gone. His Crownsguard detail are equally as unwilling to engage in conversation as Ardyn’s, but they will usually tell him what Noctis is up to in broad terms.

This time he gets nothing except ‘out’.

He ghosts through the halls, followed by his Crownsguard at a respectful distance. He finds that Gladio is in the training grounds, but Noctis is not. To the best of Ardyn’s knowledge, Prompto is in class this time of day; it had been yet another shock to find that the prince’s MT took college courses, but then, they did like to pretend it was human, didn’t they?

Scientia is Ardyn’s last option. Strangely enough, he doesn’t mind this. Of all the prince’s retainers, Ardyn thinks he understands Scientia the best. There is something about the man’s pointed, polite words and his carefully kept mask of indifference that Ardyn finds comforting in its familiarity.

He has an office on the second floor of the Citadel where he often works when Noctis isn’t occupying his time. Ardyn leads his jailers to the hallway outside the office, and there, he - there is no better word for it - lurks.

It isn’t long before he’s rewarded. Scientia enters the hallway from the far end, leaving Ardyn sufficient time to get in his way before he disappears into his office. Scientia is walking with a cane, Ardyn notes. He’s never seen that before; the blind man has always simply acted as though he were fully sighted. But, Ardyn thinks, he rarely sees Scientia when the advisor has not prepared for it. He himself has yet to let on that he requires a brace to walk easily. It wouldn’t do for either of them to show weakness.

Scientia pauses when Ardyn approaches, cocking his head as he, Ardyn assumes, zeroes in on Ardyn’s exact location. “Prince Ardyn?”

“Mr. Scientia,” Ardyn greets him.

The advisor bows politely and says, “Julius? Irene?”

Ardyn’s Crownsguard salute in unison, making just enough noise when their fists thump against their chests that the advisor can hear them.

“May I help you?” Scientia asks. He’s still as proper as ever, and he picks up his cane and holds it like a very genteel club.

“I only wondered if you might know where my husband has wandered off to,” Ardyn says.

Scientia presses his lips together. “Have you business with his Highness?”

“Only that of a lonely man who wishes to pass the time in conversation,” he admits. It is only a half truth - even if he knows where Noctis is, the odds of getting to speak to him outside his designated hours are slim - but honesty may be disarming in a way that making up a lie would not.

“His Highness is busy this morning,” Scientia says, “and I shall not disturb him. Perhaps I could provide you with a conversational partner?”

Ardyn feels as though he is stepping into a trap, but it’s one he can hardly resist, when his alternative is to slink back to his rooms like a coward. “If you have the time, I would be delighted,” he replies.

Scientia impresses him once again by dismissing his Crownsguard shadow without a thought. “I will escort the prince back to his rooms,” he adds. Ardyn almost hopes it is a veiled threat.

They walk for a little while, until they come to a small receiving room that Ardyn hasn’t seen before, with the Citadel’s typical full wall of windows and a comfortable seating area. Scientia leads Ardyn into the room, tapping subtly with his cane until he locates the rug, and then gestures for Ardyn to sit.

“I must admit, I have little of consequence to speak of,” Ardyn says as he takes the offered chair. “I desired the company more than the conversation itself.”

Scientia tilts his head in acknowledgement and seats himself opposite Arydn. “Then our meeting is fortuitous. There is a topic I would like to discuss with you.”

Ardyn spreads his hands, only for his own benefit, steels himself, and says, “By all means.”

The advisor rests both his hands on the cane stood up in front of him, his face turned directly towards Ardyn, though his single open eye still strays slightly off the mark. “Prompto asked us not to mention the insult you gave him to his Highness,” he says. “He’s worried about making your marriage more strained than it already is. Is that, I wonder, the action of an inhuman creature?”

Back to the MT again. It would perhaps be the wiser course to roll over and pretend, like the rest of them, that the creature is as human as they. He does not wish to. The knowledge would always live in the back of his mind, that he was interacting with something more akin to a robot than a human being. “It is the action of a creature that has been trained to promote harmony in its owners’ lives,” he replies instead.

Scientia does not visibly react to the statement, but he does press on. “Gladiolus informs me that you mentioned Prompto’s impressive ‘emotional display’, I believe, were the words.”

“It’s been trained to a different standard,” Ardyn says evenly. “I realize you are not accustomed to Magitek units here, but I assure you, they have no internal life of their own. The poor thing is no doubt under considerable stress trying to remember everything that’s been asked of it to keep up the facade.”

Scientia’s unscarred eyebrow lifts. “They’re human clones, are they not? Should they not have the same internal experience as the human who gave them his genetic material?”

“The research is very clear on the topic. A Magitek unit has no capacity for emotion itself. They are blank slates, with no human personality or consciousness.”

“One can lose one’s personality traits due to catastrophic brain damage,” Scientia points out. “You are a healer. Would such a thing make a patient of yours less than human?”

“Of course not. No injury makes one less than human,” Ardyn replies. “This is not an injury done to them, Mr. Scientia. It’s how they are created. They never develop the correct regions of the brain.”

Scientia shakes his head. “Consider, however, what is done to bring about that situation. The growing cells are damaged in some specific way, is that correct?”

“Yes. There’s a detailed procedure so that no trace of their consciousness remains.”

“Think back to our brain damaged human being. Suppose the damage was done as a child, how would that recovery go?”

Ardyn sees the oncoming train, but he steps onto the tracks anyway, his words feeling somewhat inevitable. “Better than the adult, if given the right therapy and stimulation. The young brain can adapt and grow in ways adults can’t hope…”

Ardyn trails off. Scientia is not smiling at him, but something about the shape of his mouth has a character of satisfaction. And, with a certainty that creeps up on him until it can’t be ignored, he knows that Scientia is only revealing the self-delusion that Ardyn has been living with for his entire adult life.

“His Highness will return to the Citadel this evening, and I have work to do before then” the advisor says, apparently satisfied by Ardyn’s silence. “Please allow me to escort you back to your rooms.”

*****

Ardyn knows, logically, that no matter what his MTs were before they went through the conversion process, there is no humanity left in them. The daemons that they are combined with do not leave anything except base instincts behind. That’s true of humans infected with the Scourge, and it’s true of the stunted beings that are produced to become foot soldiers of the Empire.

Still, he feels the need to apologize to his ever-present retainers. It will mean nothing to them, he’s sure, but he does it anyway, patting each one on the shoulder as he speaks words they won’t understand.

There is, however, another being that he can truly apologize to, and he resolves to do it at his next available opportunity. It will be easier to find the words for that one, he thinks.

The final apology he owes, he doesn’t know how to make; how can he apologize to Noctis for a terrible assumption he made only in his own mind, under circumstances that Noctis had no knowledge of?

And he’s not sure what to make of it. He’d assumed, naturally, that Noctis had told his Shield to come to him and threaten him; surely, a man of such status would not otherwise have the nerve to strike a prince. But Noctis, if his advisor is to be believed, didn’t know about Ardyn’s insult to Prompto, and so Gladio came to Ardyn without any direction save his own anger. That points to… something, something that Ardyn feels like he’s not quite grasping, about the relationship between the Shield, the prince, and the MT, and he finds himself turning it over in the back of his mind.

*****

He next sees Noctis at an official event, a meeting with a small delegation from Niflheim, to work out some logistical tangles in the dividing of territory between the Empire and the Kingdom. As ever, it seems, no one can simply abide some ambiguity at the borders, and every inch of the divide must be discussed, fought over, and committed to inks and parchments as well as digital files.

When he and Noctis leave the council room, dutifully side by side, they are both tired, and don’t bother to conceal their scowls of displeasure. It’s not the exact positioning of the border that bothers Ardyn; it’s the eternal, vicious arguments over single acre lots, the digressions about tearing up Empire-placed power lines, the vitriol spewed over a border placed six yards this way or that in the middle of a river. He thinks perhaps that Noctis is of the same mind, given the pinched look his face took on each time the more senior members of the courts raised their voices.

“Will you go to see Prompto?” Ardyn asks quietly when they’re a safe distance away from the rest of the nobles and officials. He doesn’t intend to be unkind, but Noctis flinches.

“No. I don’t want to bother him with this shit,” his husband replies. “Just gonna go sleep.”

Ardyn hums. He’s never been able to sleep well when he’s had a day like today. “If I were still in Niflheim, I would go riding,” he says idly. “It would be good to be in the open air.”

“Your black chocobos, right?” Noctis says. He follows it up with a yawn. Ardyn doesn’t think, for once, that it’s deliberate. “You told me there were chocochicks last week.”

“Yes, three of them,” Ardyn replies. He doubts he’ll see them before he has to sell them off, but the photographs his chamberlain sent were very sweet.

“You know,” Noctis says, a little hesitantly. “There’s space in the stables. My dad doesn’t really ride. If you wanted to have them sent here, you could.”

Ardyn says, “Thank you,” and knows that he’s given his surprise away by the sidelong look that Noctis gives him. He is too grateful to be embarrassed at his lapse, however. “Is there space for five? The chicks and the breeding pair.”

“Yeah. There’s space for twenty, I think,” Noctis says. “We’ll have to hire someone to take care of them, but I’ll handle that.”

“Thank you,” Ardyn says, again. Noctis offers it so easily, Ardyn can almost believe there is no ulterior motive behind it; that perhaps Noctis wants to give him this just because it will make him happy.

Noctis looks at him from under his fringe again, a small smile crossing his lips. “Five black chocobos. Prompto is going to freak out.”

Ah. There it is. The true motivation. “Prompto likes chocobos?” Ardyn asks politely.

“Likes? Loves. Is embarrassingly obsessed with,” Noctis says. “I’ll have to bring earplugs when I tell him, or the squealing will give me hearing damage.”

Ardyn smiles, very slightly. If this does not help him with Noctis, perhaps he can at least begin to mend bridges with Noctis’s lover. “Would you mind terribly if I were the one to let him know?” he asks.

Noctis does not mind, though he does look curious when he replies. Ardyn doesn’t answer the unspoken question, and they walk quietly, but perhaps more comfortably than before, the rest of the way to the door of Ardyn’s rooms.

Maybe for their first anniversary they can throw a real wedding party, with chocobo races, and dancing, and music and food that don't suck.

Noct is a great prince! I do think he honestly gives it his all, even when he really doesn't want to. Except for the multiple lovers on the side thing, but people will probably forgive him that if he figures out how to be chill about it.

I'm going to have to write that scene. I really wasn't sure how much dubcon people were up for but I see it is at least as much as I am. :D

...this is author!anon, if it wasn't obvious. sorry I keep forgetting to sign my comments. anon memes are new to me.

This sounds great!

Lovely! Ignis's takedown was A+
I hope Ardyn and Prom can bond over chocobos though. And I'm loving Noctis trying his best even if it isn't always noticed or appreciated.

Can even be set in A/B/O verse if filler wants but it can also just be Prompto.

So Prom and Noct are sleeping together and have been for awhile but they're happy to let everyone aside from Gladio and Ignis think they're just best friends.

But uh oh, Noct knocks Prom up, they get an earful from Iggy over it and now they have to confess to Regis.

++++++ If Regis actually knew they were more than "best friends" but he likes Prompto anyway and he's good for Noct; makes him smile, etc....
+++++++++ If they're both scared shitless over it, Prom more so of course, but Regis shocks them both by his reaction: "oh thank god. Now I can tell those trying to get you to marry their daughters to get lost." Or something to that extent.
+++++++++++++ If they're like "that's it?" Then he shocks them again by declaring they going to need to get married before they announce that Noct now has a significant other and a heir.

Ahh this was wonderful Anon!!! You really did do well writing their size differences. I know I asked for duncon but this was honestly so much better. It was sweet and sexy and perfect. You've made my night. Thank you ❤

Okay but like, props to Ignis for guiding Ardyn through his logical fallacy. Also, the scene after where Ardyn apologizes to his own MTs was very sad. I'm glad he's going to apologize to Prompto and own up to what he did to Noctis tho.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 33 of 208

Prompt Post Round Six

Re: FILL: 3/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Re: Gladio/Any, non-con, forced feminization

Gen or Cor/Clarus and/or Regis, hoping they're alive

Re: [FILL: 2/?] Gladnis; break up and make up

Re: Gladio/Any, non-con, forced feminization

OT4 Chocobros/Noctis, MOTD!Protective Bros

Re: Little Mermaid AU

Re: OT4 Chocobros/Noctis, MOTD!Protective Bros

Re: OT4 Chocobros/Noctis, MOTD!Protective Bros

Re: Gladio/Any, non-con, forced feminization

Re: Gladio/Any, non-con, forced feminization

Re: Gladio/Any, non-con, forced feminization

Fill: Loqi/Gladio, Fucking in Lestallum (dub-con) 1/4

Re: Fill: Loqi/Gladio, Fucking in Lestallum (dub-con) 2/3

Re: Fill: Loqi/Gladio, Fucking in Lestallum (dub-con) 3/3

Waiting for Noctis outside Pitioss

Noctis/any or everyone, people keep walking in on him

FILL: 5/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Re: FILL: 3/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Re: FILL: 3/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Re: Ignis/Prompto, asking out for a date

Re: FILL: 5/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Noctis/Prompto, mpreg - secret relationship but then they're forced to tell truth

Re: Fill: Loqi/Gladio, Fucking in Lestallum (dub-con) 3/3

Re: FILL: 5/9 Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings