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Prompt Post Round Six

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Aaah thank you! Wanting a fic doubled in length is the highest compliment, heh.

Glad that line hit well, too. And it makes sense right? even outside of Ardyn's POV. It's like Victorian era fashionable morning but for two thousand freaking years.

Yessss

OH IT HURTS, oh my god you are so good at getting into Ignis' head and then twisting the knife. So much broken and so much pain (the hug was lovely, though!).

OP - Thank you! And how did you know lore is my true weakness lol.

Poor, traumatised Prompto.

they do say there's no wrong way to love a chocobo

'We were wrong, Noct. We were so wrong.....'

Then he finds out what it is. When he's onstage.

Whether he goes through it or not, willingly or not, is up to you!

Did I start something...? Lol. The OP of the other chocobo show prompt seconds this.

Note: This takes place about 50 years or so pre-canon, so Ardyn is in Niflheim, but isn't chancellor quite yet. Also canon may say that Niflheim has the same Latin names thing that Lucis has going on but MY CITY NOW!

Generally speaking, hearing something rattling around in your workplace after dark is not a great sign. When one is a medical examiner working overtime after a late-night corpse delivery, well the number of horrifying options (ranging from daemon attack to sudden vampire outbreak to an extremely confused burglar) increases exponentially.

All of these options were coursing through Birgitte Pedersen’s mind as she crept down the cold, darkened metal hallways of the morgue. The rattling noises grew louder and louder as she drew closer to the exit and wasn’t it just wonderful that the only exit out of the fucking place was all the way at the other end of the building?

At least she’d had the presence of mind to arm herself before leaving the haven of her office, if you extended the definition of “weapon” to include “a stapler and Gunnar’s obnoxious paperweight.”

The moment Birgitte passed the cold room, the rattling stopped suddenly. Later, Birgitte would recognize this as the exact moment where Shiva herself intervened and presented her with the perfect opportunity to escape into the night. So naturally the curious, scientific portion of her mind took over and Birgitte eased the door open to see…..nothing at all.

Which, considering this was a room that was supposed to be entirely full of corpses, was a bad sign.

The break in the rattling turned out to be the rattler gearing up for something much larger than a simple rattle, as Birgitte learned when the metal door of one of the cold boxes came flying off its hinges and onto the floor, where it skidded to her feet. Looking up again, she saw a man ungracefully clambering out of the cold box he had been inside. He had been placed inside said cold box because when he had arrived at the facility not two hours earlier he had been very, very dead as a result of “multiple abdominal stab wounds resulting in exsanguination.”

It didn’t really register that she was screaming until the corpse-man was very suddenly in front of her with a hand over her mouth. “I am aware that this is rather a shock,” he said, over her now-muffled screams, “but if you could please be silent for just a moment and allo-really.”

The “thinking” portion of Birgitte’s brain realized that she had driven the stapler into the man’s upper arm about a half a second after whatever part controlled her arm did. The stapler made a sad chirk as she sheepishly pulled it out, seeming far too loud in the suddenly silent room.

The man who should be dead did not look impressed. This was also around the time Birgitte realized he was completely naked.

“Are you quite done?”

Birgitte nodded as best she could. She felt entitled to the small whimper that accompanied it.

“Excellent now I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth and you are going to remain calm do we have a deal?” Birgitte nodded again, and was very proud of herself for not bursting into tears like she wanted to. The man kept his word, and stepped back before sweeping into a dramatic bow. Somehow, this was now the most bizarre part of the entire interaction and Birgitte was forced to clamp her free hand (and when had she dropped the paperweight?) over her mouth to stifle a hysterical giggle. “My name is Ardyn Izunia, a pleasure to be at your service Miss…”

Birgitte realized, oh, five to seven seconds too late that this was the part where she was meant to say her name in response. She felt she could be forgiven for the lapse in manners, after all most of her conversations with the dead were rather one-sided. Still, she managed to stammer out a “B-bi-birgitte” and felt incredibly proud of herself for the feat.

The man, Ardyn, righted himself quickly and clapped his hands together with a grin. “Excellent! Now, Birgitte, if you would be so kind as to point me in the direction of my clothing?”

And that...that proved to be entirely too much. Before she even really processed the statement Birgitte was already dissolving into hysterical laughter, which broke down even faster into tears. He wanted clothes! The walking corpse wanted his fucking clothes! Birgitte collapsed against the wall, her legs wobbling as they struggled valiantly to keep her propped upright. Through blurred vision, she could see the real kicker to this whole Six-damned evening: Ardyn was giving her the long, exasperated look of someone who had been in this situation before, and thought it was all rather a drag. Too much.

Some time later, which really could have been seconds to hours for all she knew, Birgitte managed to point a shaky arm down the hallway to where they kept the deceased’s items until they could be returned to next-of-kin or disposed of. His were, she knew, in the heap that was on order to be burned the next morning, on account of all the blood. Which was on account of all the stabbing. Which was why he was here.

Another burst of laughter forced its way out of her mouth.

“Birgitte, if you wouldn’t mind terribly,” Ardyn waved his arm in the vague direction of the door. “I’m afraid I’ve no idea where to go and no intention of wandering around breaking into rooms until I find the correct one.”

Bahamut’s balls he wants me to escort him, Birgitte thought. Then, she rallied the last of her strength, pushed herself up, and wobbled her way down the hall. She did not check to see if Ardyn was following her. She simply fumbled the keys out of her pocket, unlocked the door (after an embarrassing number of attempts), and stood aside to let him in.

She turned around on instinct, then belatedly realized modesty was really off the table seeing as she’d already seen just about everything. Including, her mind chose to remind her, a disturbing amount of viscera. When she turned back around, Ardyn had, blessedly, already put on his pants, still caked in blood as they were, and was scowling at the remains of one of the (many) shirts he’d arrived in. A few minutes (or an hour, or a week, who needs time when the dead can walk?) he stood in front of her, clad in most of what she remembered his corpse arriving in and some items she could swear were new.

Ardyn pressed his hat to his chest, and bowed again, which was by this point less funny and more plain old strange. “Well Birgitte. I thank you for your hospitality, and bid you farewell.” As he swept by, Birgitte felt a small pressure in her hand, and lifted the palm that wasn’t gripping her stapler to see that Ardyn had pressed a staple into it, caked in the same strange blackish blood-like fluid that had led her to declare on the official report that he’d been dead for some time when he was found.

And with that, he sauntered off back into the night.

Birgitte stood there in the hall for another moment or two, before dazedly shuffling off to the break room. The back of the fridge hid a very nice bottle of wine that they were saving for the office Solstice party in a week or so.

She could replace it later.

And then Birgitte gets drunk to a degree she'll only match when she watches the news of who's been announced as the new Chancellor in about 20 years or so. Poor thing.

Also I realized while writing this that when Noct shatters frozen Ardyn, his clothing absolutely gets destroyed too. Which means either he regenerates with that whole mess of an outfit OOORRRR he was illusioning his clothes back during that so as not to break the tension of the scene. And I think we all know which option is objectively better.

oh my god that poor girl.

This is great, anon!

Preferably post-game happy!AU with the older bros, but I'm happy for it set whenever!

Noct decides that Ignis has done something bad and he needs a good spanking, only, well, spanking is hard work. So he gets Gladio to do it for him.

some nonnies wisely pointed out that there should be more porn in this kinkmeme fill.

Also more resolution for the other bros, but that's going to have to wait for AO3 I'm afraid! Porn is simple, emotional conversations are hard.
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Noctis draws Ardyn back to his rooms that night, and when they wake up the next morning, they are alone. Ardyn doesn’t quite believe it at first. They’ve been surrounded by Noctis’s retainers for so long that Ardyn has almost forgotten it was possible to exist as only a couple, rather than part of a larger whole.

Last night Noctis fell asleep on Ardyn’s chest, in between lazy kisses that came farther and farther apart until Noctis could no longer keep his eyes open. Ardyn was content enough to let him drowse. He felt he had permission, since Noctis was awake when he began his clinging, to simply look and touch, and so he did, until late into the night, as Noctis slept on and shifted into Ardyn’s roaming hands.

This morning, for the first time Ardyn can remember, Noctis is awake when Ardyn opens his eyes.

“Good morning, Noctis,” Ardyn says.

Noctis looks down at him from where he is propped up on his elbow, and says, “I think you’ve earned the right to call me Noct.”

Ardyn smiles, slowly. “Good morning, Noct.”

He’s answered with Noctis’s own sleepy smile, and he cannot resist reaching up to push Noctis’s bed-mussed hair away from his eyes. That is all he intends, but without thinking, he lets his hand curve around the back of Noctis’s head and pulls him down to kiss again. Noctis doesn’t open his mouth, but his lips are warm, a little rough against Ardyn’s.

Ardyn would be content to lay here like this for the rest of the day, but he knows well that they won’t be allowed. When Noctis pulls back, still smiling, he says, “Ignis will be in soon, won’t he?”

Noctis shakes his head. “I told them to leave us alone,” he says. “Said we still needed to talk. We have the morning.”

“Do we still need to talk?” Ardyn asks. Noctis shrugs, already shifting so he straddles Ardyn’s good leg. His thigh presses against Ardyn’s groin, and ah, Ardyn is hard already, a gentle sort of arousal that fades into the background until Noctis’s touch brings it into sharp relief.

“Probably,” Noctis says. When he lets his weight fall on Ardyn’s body, Ardyn can feel that he is equally roused. He lays his hands on Ardyn’s waist and teases up under the soft shirt Ardyn wears, making Ardyn gasp. His lips brush Ardyn’s throat as he asks, “Do you really want to talk?”

“Yes,” Ardyn says, because it is true. “But I shall not pass up the chance for a deeper form of communication.”

Noctis snorts and nips at the hollow of his throat, none too gently. “Romantic,” he accuses, mocking but fond. “You and Gladio both. Must be all those trashy novels.”

Noctis pulls away, out of Ardyn’s grasping hands, and digs in the drawer of the bedside table, coming up with a small bottle of lubricant. He puts it on the bed next to Ardyn and sits up to remove his shirt and pants. He doesn’t make a show of it, but Ardyn is transfixed anyway, as Noctis willingly reveals his body to him. Noctis’s clothing is on the floor and he’s crawling back up the bed before Ardyn remembers that he too is dressed; luckily, Noctis is single-minded in his mission. He helps Ardyn to lift his hips enough to remove his pants, and pulls Ardyn’s shirt off himself.

Noctis does not shy away from Ardyn’s body, this time; indeed, he is on top of Ardyn again almost at once, straddling his hips to kiss him deeply. Ardyn can only respond by holding him tight and returning the kiss. He has long wanted to run his hands down Noctis’s firmly muscled shoulders, to have free rein to explore Noctis’s body, and now he takes the opportunity given to him. Noctis is sensitive, he finds, at the curve of his waist, and the tops of his thighs just under his rump, shuddering and rolling his hips forward when Ardyn lets his nails drag along the tender skin there.

“I want you in me,” Noctis whispers against the shell of Ardyn’s ear, and Ardyn groans.

“So demanding, Your Highness,” he says, but he is already guiding Noctis down to lie at his side. Noctis catches his intention easily enough and sinks to the mattress, turning himself away from Ardyn. Ardyn takes a moment to find the lubricant and drip it into his hand; he presses two slick fingers against Noctis’s entrance, testing, careful.

“You can just put it in. It hasn’t been that long for me,” Noctis says. Ardyn’s fingers sink in deep, making Noctis groan, as jealous desire rushes through him. He has no illusions that he’ll be able to erase Noctis’s memory of other lovers, but he is intent upon leaving his own mark. As he fits himself in behind Noctis’s body, he spreads his hand wide and possessive over the scars on Noctis’s chest.

This time, he’ll touch as he pleases, take as long as he wishes. He enters Noctis slowly, in small thrusts working deeper, and Noctis moans anew with every inch that he takes. His soft, quiet noises only encourage Ardyn to remain gentle. He shall draw out this moment for as long as he can.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” Noctis asks, breathless, when Ardyn is barely seated in him. “Or just pretend?”

“Oh, Noct,” Ardyn says, the nickname sweet as honey on his tongue. “Have patience. I assure you, you’ll be richly rewarded.” To further assert his promise, he rocks backward and forward again, moving just enough to drag the head of his cock over Noct’s prostate and draw shivers out of his husband’s body.

“Ardyn, fuck, Ardyn…” Noctis trails off into loud, rough breathing, gripping the sheets in front of him as he tries both to thrust into Ardyn’s hand and back against his body. Ardyn releases him and lays his hand over Noctis’s belly. Now Noctis is free to roll his hips back, to fuck himself on Ardyn’s cock. Ardyn never imagined that his husband would be so experienced or so shameless in his desire.

Noctis reaches back over his head and his fingers tangle loosely in Ardyn’s hair. The top of his foot slides down the back of Ardyn’s calf as though he must find every way possible to touch. His skin is hot where it touches Ardyn’s, warmed with sleep and lust.

“My beautiful prince,” Ardyn says in his own language. Noctis sighs and lays his hand over Ardyn’s, guiding him down again to wrap his fingers around his erection. Ardyn allows himself to be led, but when Noctis tries to urge him faster, he resists. It is not easy. Noctis’s body is an open invitation and Ardyn is only flesh and blood.

“Let us take our time,” he says, for the benefit of them both. He is not cruel, however, and he sweeps away whatever protest Noctis might have made by running his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing pre-come down the shaft. Noctis shudders and so Ardyn does it again, in long, smooth strokes, relishing the feeling of Noctis’s body shaking against him. “I’ve imagined this moment since the night of our wedding. I shall not let it pass by so quickly.”

Noctis gasps out a laugh. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says. Ardyn cannot believe him, but he does not say it. Instead he sucks a bruise into Noctis’s neck, where his casual clothing will not hide it, and he thrusts forward hard enough to make Noctis moan.

“Yeah, like that, fuck,” Noctis mutters, quiet but demanding. Ardyn stops, and continues to stroke him, though Noctis curses him for his disobedience. It is only when Noctis’s words break into a moan that Ardyn begins to thrust into him in earnest. Slowly, piece by piece, Noctis comes apart for him, and when he releases, Ardyn’s name is on his lips.

Ardyn barely changes his pace, fucking Noctis through the aftermath, until his husband is shaking and clenching around him. Noctis whines and moans and grabs for Ardyn’s hand, takes Ardyn’s spend-coated fingers in his mouth and sucks. It is then that Ardyn is overwhelmed; his hips stutter and he comes into Noctis with a quiet sigh.

He does not release Noctis and Noctis does not try to move, seemingly content to lie with Ardyn still inside him. The heat of him is nearly overwhelming, but Ardyn is too pleased and sated to mind. “You are perfection,” he murmurs into Noctis’s silken hair. “You were sculpted by the Astrals themselves, my prince.”

“Tell me what that means,” Noctis says.

This time, Ardyn does.

YASSSSSSS!!! *wild applause*

OP - AHAHAHAHAHA Oh Ardyn. Poor Brigitte.

Also I wouldn't put past Ardyn to keep 20 different spares of the same awful outfit in the Lucii's magic storage unit.

lmao this was great! I'm kind of curious about why Ardyn was stabbed to death but also it's Ardyn...
Also I like this Nordic flavor Niflheim.

fjskgdzjgsfx *-* BLESS.
Can't deny that I was wishing for a continuation like this at last chapter's kiss scene...

What is says on the tin.

One of the boys (or both!) can't keep their eyes off Ignis while he cleans his knives. Ignis, of course, absolutely knows what he's doing and gives them a show that absolutely does not make things better...until later...

Teenage(17-19) Noctis crushing hard on Crowe. Its embarrassingly obvious.

aww, thank you! /blushes

That seemed to be the consensus! And I'm blown away enough by people talking about this thing that I'm more than happy to make you all happy.

This is rather short and probably not the best but I added the lactation kink in there for a bit. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (BTW I'm a different anon)

Things went from 0 to 100 really fucking quick. Prompto’s heat hit him hard, not necessarily unexpected but it always wasn't what he intended to happen. Being an omegas was tough sometimes but thank God it was just Noctis with him because it'll be a nightmare if the Gladio or Ignis were with them. Three alphas around would not go well. Plus Noctis and him were dating so it made more sense this way. Noctis was taking a shower in the hotel when Prompto official started his heat. It was kind of an all day constant feel of cramps. Those cramps turned into irritability after each mission until he got immediately horny just about thirty minutes ago. He knew he was going into heat and he tried to play it off all until he and Noctis were alone. His hormones were out of control right now. He was waiting for Noctis to get out of the shower, he laid naked on Noctis’s bed. He wanted to control himself but the smell, that princely sea salt mixed earthy scent was too much of a turn on. He was already fingering himself letting slick seep out of him unto the bed. Fuck, he wished Noctis would hurry up. He grabs a fist full of sheets and brings it up to his nose inhaling the faded scent that is Noctis. Gods, he's desperate.

When he heard the shower stop he grew even more eager. Prompto was so horny that he'd practically beg for anything from Noctis. Lust was clouding his thoughts with his heat completely taking him over. He needed it. He needed Noctis’s knot. The bathroom door opened revealing Noctis with a towel around him. Prompto gets a good whiff of him and moans loudly. He's the picture of arousal right now. Lips parted letting soft moans escape, his flushed body, and his fingers plunging into himself. It's a stronger heat than usual. He feels overly sensitive to almost everything, Noctis’s scent is so prominent and really, Prompto just wants him to come over there and fuck him into the mattress.To knot him over and over until he's screaming.

Once Noctis got a good smell from Prompto, he was at the blonde's side in seconds. Noctis was on top of him, his eyes darken with lust of an alpha. Lips collide in a heated kiss. Noctis hands are on Prompto’s chest rubbing over his mounds and teasing his at nipples. Prompto is already vocal since he finally got some sort of contact, his moans only escalating the more Noctis licked into his mouth. Noctis pulls back and grounds himself against Prompto both parties moaning into each other's mouth.

“You smell so fucking good.” Noctis spoke as he punctuated his words with a roll of his hips.

“F-fuck I… I need you. P-please I need your knot!” Yeah, Prompto wasn't himself when he was in heat. He's a bit more submissive, alway pleading to be taken by an alpha. It's unbecoming to him of his behavior but his mind is fuzzed over with the alpha’s scent making it difficult to form any rational thought rather than getting fucked. His back arched off the bed when Noctis began kissing down his neck, sucking every chance he got until he made it down to his chest. Prompto let's out a loud moan when Noctis attacked a nipple, licking over it and nibbling on the hardened nub. The other nipple was being squeezed too until it was a hardened nub and the feeling was just so good.

“You like that. You like when I play with your tits.” Noctis growled out. Prompto nodded his head vigorously.

“Yes! Oh God… keep fucking going. Fuck me!” Prompto is wanton with desire. He craves the others knot so much. Noctis was paying more attention to his nipple and truly, Prompto didn't care. It was such a stimulating feeling that he wouldn't mind if Noctis kept going. Noctis kissed back up to his lips, kissing him fervently while rolling both nipples between the pads of his fingers. Prompto’s back is arching again. His moans are heightened with the sweet pressure on his nipples.

“Oh fuck…” Noctis squeezes his nipple hard and watched milk come out. Prompto only moans louder, unaware of his own lactation.

“Please…. Oh p-please… fuck me!” Prompto is overly desperate right now. His body temperature continues to rise with the blazing pleasure going through him that is his heat. Noctis was fixated on his chest. He's never seen a male omega lactate before; it intrigues him. He goes in and sucks on a milky nipple as Prompto arches into him, rutting against him because he needed some sort of friction.

“You taste so good. Gods, beg. Beg for my knot.” Noctis spoke hot against his next and Prompto complied immediately.

“Please! Fuck, I-I need it. I need you to fuck me open with your knot… P-please…” Noctis can tell Prompto was getting frustrated, as omegas do when their heat aren't satisfied immediately, so Noctis cuts to the chase. His dick was already teasing at Prompto’s hole causing the blonde to mewl. Prompto pushed up wanting to get Noctis inside him and the prince wasted no time.

Prompto screams out at being filled. He's been impatient for so long and with Noctis long foreplay, he was going to put in some work of his own. He wraps his legs around Noctis, pushing him down so that he was on top now. He sets up a quick pace in Noctis’s lap. It's uneven, sloppy really, but Prompto wanted this so much. He moves as hard and fast as he can, Noctis held his hip tightly while seemingly thrusting up into him. It's so much but still not enough to satisfy Prompto’s needs.

“Harder, oh fuck! I need more Noctis!” Prompto cries out. Noctis quickly pushes him back down and started thrusting into him brutally. The air is nearly forced out of Prompto with each rough slam he received. He's panting out, unable to form a sentence with how much pleasure he's feeling. Noctis sucked on Prompto’s already marked scent gland making him whine out that yes, he definitely wanted him to keep doing that.

“Fuck! I love it when you scream like this. That's right, scream for my knot.” Noctis rammed into him harder, his knot slowly forming, Prompto too was close to his climax. Prompto dug his fingernails into Noctis’s back as he got repeated fucked out of his mind. He was so close.

“Ah! Yes… fuck yes! Give me your knot! I-I want all of it in me! P-please oh gods!” Prompto voice was high pitched, need was prevalent as he was thrusted into. He soon cums though, with a loud moan, all over himself. Noctis wasn't too far behind and he soon, too, slammed in before cumming inside of the blonde; His knot locking them together. Prompto whines and grinds onto the knot inside him. He still wanted more, oh so much more. Noctis knows it too and it turns him on so much seeing Prompto whimper, completely begging to be fucked again, seeing the cum drip around his formed knot.

“You want more?” Noctis groaned against Prompto’s ear. The blonde nodded his head vigorously. His heat hadn't gone down the slightest.

“Yes, yes, yes! M-more!” Prompto spoke as he continued to grind against Noctis’s knot. Once it shrunk down a bit, Noctis was back thrusting into him. Prompto’s a screaming mess, overstimulated at best as Noctis pounded him into the bed. Once his knot went down some more, Noctis pulled out. The whine Prompto let out almost made Noctis shove himself back inside of the blonde's leaky hole. Noctis resisted though and soon flipped Prompto over. Prompto rutted against the sheets, stroking his length until Noctis lifted his hips up and slammed back in. Prompto let out a scream that rang against the hotel walls. Noctis had a hard pace set up already and Prompto fisted the sheets, moaning loudly into them with Noctis thrusting into him ruthlessly.

Their session lasted for a while. Noctis had knotted a few more times inside Prompto before the blonde's heat finally subsided. Prompto’s is left a blissful mess. He feels the cum inside him oozing out and the cum all over him. He feels so good like this Definitely sated for now. Noctis kissed sweetly at his neck while threading his finger through his blonde hair soothingly.

“Thank you.” Prompto voiced softly, his throat was a bit sore from screaming so much. He was completely dazed.

“No problem. I'm glad I could help.” Noctis said still stroking the blonde's hair.

“I'll probably be needy again in a few hours or so. Heats last a while.” Prompto chuckled and Noctis kisses his forehead.

“And I'll be here to help you through it again.” Noctis reassured with a smile.

Prompto soon falls into a deep, after sex sleep. Noctis wrapped his arms around him pulling him in closer. He will be here for when Prompto does go into his second wave of his heat. He'll always be there for him.

:D :D :D YES THANK YOU

yeah she's........not having a great time

and thank you! it was a lot of fun

Poor woman she's just trying to do her job and head home.

And that is fantastic. Improper use of the Armidger (sp??) is a great trope and I'm a Big Fan of that and the equally great image of Ardyn carrying a pile of six copies of the same stupid scarf to some shop counter

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Prompt Post Round Six

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

Re: Talcott/Noctis, World of Ruin

Re: FILL: Gen or Gladio/Ignis - Confusion Spell, NonCon/DubCon [2b/?]

Re: FILL Re: Ardyn Knitting

Re: Bros find a back alley "chocobo show"

Re: Bros find a back alley "chocobo show"

Re: Bros find a back alley "chocobo show"

Prompto is invited to appear in a chocobo show

Re: Prompto is invited to appear in a chocobo show

Re: Fill: Ardyn wakes up in a morgue

Re: Fill: Ardyn wakes up in a morgue

Ignis/Noct/Gladio(/Prompto) – spanking Ignis

FILL: Epilogue Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Re: FILL: Epilogue Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Re: Fill: Ardyn wakes up in a morgue

Re: Fill: Ardyn wakes up in a morgue

Re: FILL: Epilogue Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Noct or Prom get turned on by Ignis cleaning his knives

Crowe/Noctis, Crush

Re: FILL: Epilogue Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Re: FILL: Epilogue Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Re: Noctis/Prompto, Nipple play + Lactation kink? (FILL)

Re: FILL: Epilogue Ardnoct arranged marriage AU, misunderstandings

Re: Fill: Ardyn wakes up in a morgue

Re: Fill: Ardyn wakes up in a morgue