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Gladiolus loves it when Noctis calls him daddy during sex, and Noctis gets all hot and bothered when his shield calls him princess.

You did a fine job! This anon wants the sequel ;)

OP here! Anon, this was so wonderful. I love his Bros being bros, and yesss bonus points for mentioning his childhood injury. I love the little moment with Cor, and I especially love the "maybe he could walk tall" line, it's perfect.

Thank you so much for filling this!

Other Author!Anon here, leaving a comment to say that this is so good! Although I'm kinda horrified lol, I wrote mine before I read yours and we've both put them in similar situations and with some similar dialogue lol! Like WHAT. Ah well!

But, yeah, your fill is awesome and I adore it :D

Ignis teaches Regis and Drautos how to play cooking mama but rather, the two older men wanna teach Ignis how to cook up a mean royal banquet. Idk, maybe Regis can call Noct to borrow his gaming devices.

+ if Regis tries to follow cooking mama's recipes to cook
++ they make a whole mess of themselves
+++ if things start to heat up and they rather heat up Ignis' insides for real

Yes, would love to see this!

Holy shit this prompt is some excellent shit I can't wait to see it filled.

I want to see the failtastic first time of these two hella virgins as they realize that real life is not like porn. Destroying like half the box of condoms before they manage to get them put on right? Lube gets squirted into someone's eye?

Hells yeah I love me some fail!Prince!

Seconded, I need this like air. Fumbling, awkward first times are always hilarious (as long as they're not happening to you)

Ignis has been conditioned from a young age to serve Noct's every whim, no matter what it is, without complaint. Once Noct finds out about this he takes advantage, training Iggy every night and turning him to his own bitch.

What it says on the tin. I'm a sucker for H/C and status effects provide the perfect excuse for that.

Not a fill fill, but I wonder if you know about Elixir? It is basically everything you are asking for. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3388754

Or that time he saved all of Eos wearing a fucking sombrero.

omg I have terrible eyesight and misread that as COR and now I'm imagining Cor writing him up and askjsfjska

You say that as though you don't think we approve of this becoming a dad fic :DDD Loving it!

...I just think Prompto would be really good with kids, okay?

Here's some ideas for how it could happen:

- Prompto has a biological kid (offscreen mpreg okay) who grows up in the age of Ruin.
- Prompto becomes the adoptive father figure of a bunch of kids who were orphaned during the crisis and who now live in Lestallum.
- One or more of the other Bros gets de-aged.
- Prompto takes Talcott under his wing after Jared's death, and helps raise him into the hunter who picks Noct up after the timeskip.

Or literally anything else you can think of. Just give me Prompto taking care of some children. Bonus for PapaBear!Prompto protecting his brood from demons/bullies/Ardyn.

Did you specifically want gen/single dad Prompto?

Oh my goddddddd holy fUCK!
Thank you so much i love with my whole heart. This is everything i wanted and more ;uuu; i love how Noctis made Iggy and Gladio wear black too im cri. Also that gods texting part made me laugh so much oh my god you have no idea
Prompto is just so cute and so innocent? While Noctis has a whole drama going down in his head. I'm so weak for this. Srsly i'm so glad you wrote this. I swear I'll send you all the cup noodles for this!
-OP

OP: I think I might prefer gen, but I'm not picky. Other people, whether SOs or friends, can help Prompto with the kid(s), just as long as the main focus is on Prompto.

Eventually, the rumours die away and Gladio accustoms himself to living like a Beta. He takes a tablet everyday and tries not to think about his heats, and somewhere between training Noctis, studying with Ignis, and learning swordsmanship under his father, he realises that life in the citadel turns on.

Ignis Presents as an Alpha.

“I suppose we cannot always get what we want,” is all he has to say about it.

Ignis’ Role changes little about their friendship. If his heightened senses give him any indication that Gladio is taking suppressants, then he says nothing about it. The fact that he says nothing suggests to Gladio that he isn’t aware; for all that Ignis is a quiet, warm-hearted teenager who prefers the company of books to people, he is an Alpha, and Gladio doesn’t think Ignis would have any reservations about backing him into a corner and inflicting the interrogation of a lifetime were he to learn that Gladio has been avoiding his heats.

Suppressants are perfectly legal, but they’re usually used in moderation - for a week or two, or maybe a month at most. There are many reasons why an Omega may wish to suppress a heat at any given time - maybe they’re going on holiday, maybe they’re due to give a speech, maybe they’re a student sitting their final exams - but suppressing one’s nature as an Omega altogether is uncommon. Gladio is sure he isn’t the first; the nurse hadn’t so much as batted an eyelash at his father’s request, so there must be other Omegas of nobility that take advantage of their wealth. Of course, the very motivation behind suppressing his Role means he has no idea who these other Omegas may be; he doesn’t particularly want to know, but at the same time, he has questions that he could only bear to ask an Omega to answer.

Being surrounded by Alphas all day is taxing. Gladio never realised just how many there are in the Crownsguard, the Kingsglaive, and even the Council. His initial panic over the suppressants spontaneously failing him wore off after a few weeks, but that isn’t to say their effectiveness fluctuates over time. Three or four hours after a dose tends to be when the tablets are at their most effective, masking his scent to the point where some Alphas (and Omegas) cannot smell him at all. Gladio rearranges his schedule to take advantage of this period, hitting the gym or dominating the training hall without fear of overwhelming the medication’s efforts by sweating a puddle into the floor. The effects wane towards the end of the day, so Gladio trains the Prince after lunch and then studies into the evening, reluctant to push his body beyond what the suppressants can cope with.

As a Sworn Shield, this isn’t always easy. His duties increase as he hits sixteen, passes seventeen, and sweats and learns and fights his way to eighteen. He spends less time training with his father and more time with the Crownsguard, running laps, getting beaten into the ground and beating others in return, and surviving many tedious hours patrolling the walls, surveying the streets, and guarding the gates into the citadel. Night patrols are the worst. A morning person by nature, happy to wake with the dawn when the world is quiet and the day is new, Gladio grumbles at every evening assignment. It doesn’t help that he never patrols alone - Crownsguard units are a minimum of three people, and Gladio has yet to encounter a unit without at least one Alpha. He has nothing against the pair that he is often assigned with - a man and a woman, a Beta and Alpha respectively - but he wouldn’t go as far as to call them friends. Naturally social, Gladio does enjoy meeting people. He enjoys working with people, looking out for them, learning about them; people are fascinating, and Gladio can count on one hand the number of people who he wouldn’t take out for a drink just to listen to them talk.

He trusts his Crownsguard unit to have his back on a patrol, and yet, once the uniforms are off, they go their separate ways. Gladio doesn’t mind. He understands the need to separate work and home lives, and he’s sure that his duty to the Prince casts him in an intimidating, untouchable light. He doesn’t have the luxury of ‘switching off’ outside of the nine-to-five working day. Sure, he has time to himself, time which he spends with his family, wandering the city, or buried in a book, but as the Prince’s Sworn Shield, he is always on call.

He loves it. He’s proud to serve the Crown.

But that doesn’t make the newly Presented, fifteen-year-old Alpha Prince and heir to the Lucis Caelum line any less of a goddamn little shit to deal with.

Gladio understands that the Crown of Lucis and the Ring of Lucii are heavy burdens that the Prince will have to bear one day. The Crystal is a merciless guardian of this kingdom, offering the unyielding protection of the Wall in return for the lifeforce of the Royal family. With the Amicitia family living so intimately with the King and Prince, their family home tucked into the heart of the citadel, Clarus and Gladio never more than a phone call away, Gladio has seen the toll that the Crystal has on the King. Over these last few years, the King has seemed to age a decade, wrinkles replacing his lines of laughter, silver hair creeping into his midnight black. Gone is the King of Gladio’s childhood who lounged over sofas and chased the Prince down the halls. His cane has become a necessity to his Royal attire, and some days Gladio sees the King struggling with walking still, lingering after a council on legs that labour to hold him.

Gladio hates to think that the King’s time has come, but the Line of Lucis Caelum is one of mortality and grief. Prince Noctis may have to ascend the throne at the dawn of his adulthood - and if he does, then Gladio will make sure he’s ready.

Even if it means beating responsibility into the kid.

“Get up. Come at me again,” Gladio orders, hefting the greatsword over his shoulder. It’s not his beloved custom-made, gold-embellished blade by any means, but it does the trick for training. Granted, he could probably parry the Prince’s blows with a twig, but he doesn’t want to dishearten the kid - more than he has already, at any least.

Noctis huffs, heaving himself up from the floor. Frustration tightens his grip on his sword and pride keeps his head high despite this seemingly-futile endeavour, but his stance is solid at any rate, his footwork swift and unmatched.

Were he not sparring the man who taught him.

“This is stupid,” the Prince grumbles, rolling the sword in his hand. “It’s never going to work. We’ve been at this for hours.”

Here we go, Gladio despairs. “It’s going to work because it has to,” he counters, refusing to budge an inch at the snarl. Noctis has a mean temper when he’s frustrated, but luckily for Gladio, so does he. “What sort of King will you be if you can’t warp?”

“I’m not a King.”

“You’re gonna be sooner or -”

A sword flashes past Gladio’s shoulder, a bolt of lightning striking blue. Noctis disappears with a yell, crackling like white embers in the path of his blade, and Gladio is impressed for the second it takes the Prince to tumble out of the warp, reappearing in an explosion of light and profanities as he crashes into the flat edge of Gladio’s blade.

Gladio raises a single eyebrow.

“Oh shut up,” Noctis hisses before anything can be said. His wayward sword vanishes with a flick of his wrist, and with another, he yanks it out of his arsenal again. He’s got that much down at least - if only he could move himself so effortlessly when warping between his weapons.

Gladio gives Noctis a minute to swear at the ceiling before nudging him to his feet. “Again. Try not to knock yourself out this time.”

“Piss off.”

“Show me a warp an’ maybe I will.”

Noctis scoffs, bearing his teeth. A growl rumbles deep in his throat, the sound like a wolf stalking forth. Despite his suppressants, despite his training and his titanium spine, Gladio jerks at the thunderous sound, every single muscle in his body tensing. His stomach churning and teeth grinding teeth, he is paralysed by the look in the Prince’s eyes for a second - just a second and no more, but a second too long - before he throws caution to the wind and swings his greatsword around, slamming it against Noctis’ sword.

The Prince barely manages to parry the blow. The two blades crash together, metal grinding metal, and Noctis yelps as Gladio shoves him across the hall; he stumbles, throwing an arm out to catch himself, and something cracks in the half-second before his sword flickers into a warp, Noctis’ body shattering into light behind it. He warps a few feet away, heaving and hunched over his sword, but then lets out a laugh when he realises what he just achieved.

Gladio marches over and hauls him up by the scruff of his collar. “I heard something snap,” he asserts over the Prince’s protesting, scanning the squirming teenager with a critical eye. “You broke anything?”

“No, no - get off me. It was just my sword. I’m fine.”

“Good,” Gladio says, before sweeping his greatsword under Noctis’ feet and sending the boy crashing back onto the floor. Noctis grunts, a genuine sound of pain this time, but Gladio doesn’t give a damn with the sound of an Alpha still ringing in his ears. “Try to Influence me again and I’ll try to break something.”

“What - but -” Noctis sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes goggling. “I swear I didn’t mean -”

He stops, clamping teeth down onto his lip. Deciding not to grace that with an answer, Gladio says nothing either, leaving the Prince and Shield staring at one another for a long, agonising moment.

“I’m -” Noctis tries. “Err -”

Something in Gladio’s chest twists at the kid’s mortification. He sighs, almost wishing that he hadn’t reacted now, but he also can’t deny the satisfaction he feels at the Prince learning his lesson. “All right, that’s enough for today. Cool down time - get walking.”

Noctis scrambles to his feet, but then hesitates in the shadow of Gladio’s towering figure. His mouth is twisted downwards, eyebrows knitted together. “Ignis is teaching me to… be an Alpha,” he mumbles, unable to meet Gladio’s hawkish gaze.

Gladio was already aware of that aspect to Ignis’ duties, but he plays along. “Yeah? Guess he needs to do a better job.”

“It’s not his fault!” Noctis snaps, and Gladio would smirk at how quickly he rises to Ignis’ defence were he not trying to prove a point. “I’m - new to this.”

Well that’s not up for debate. “That ain’t an excuse. What if I’d been an Omega? No - come on, the King can Influence other Alphas, so you probably can too. You need to control your instincts or someone’s gonna get hurt. Iggy and I ain’t teaching you self-discipline for fun you know.”

He throws the Prince a bottle of water, speaking harsh and true. The fact that he is an Omega isn’t important right now; an Alpha’s Influence is one that few Betas can deny, let alone Omegas, and if Noctis is to be a King for his people then he cannot exert his power over every single person that challenges him.

Astrals above, enough blood has been shed from Alphas and Omegas butting heads throughout history.

“I know,” Noctis says, glaring at the bottle instead of Gladio, as he usually would.

Gladio figures that’s as close to an apology as he’s going to get.

-xv-

Here ya go, friend.

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“Get in, Ulric.”

Drautos drummed his hands on the wheel of his car, waiting for Nyx Ulric to swallow his pride. The man insisted on walking to the Citadel in the mornings, despite the fact that Drautos’ route usually led him right past the slums, and it was like pulling teeth to get the man to accept a ride. This time, however, Nyx relented in record time. The young man slid into the passenger’s seat, his jacket half buttoned, looking half asleep despite the late hour.

“Rough night?” Drautos asked. Nyx gave him a sharp look, and the captain grinned.

“You’d know, sir.”

“Would I.” The car sped off into mid-morning traffic, and Drautos looked over at the younger man, searching for a tell-tale mark he knew he’d left just above the neck—

And blinked. Nyx was wearing a thick, wine-red collar, blocking the mark from view. Well, that certainly was one way to hide a bite.

“That’s a new one,” Drautos said, in what he hoped was a conversational tone. Nyx touched the collar and grinned, fox-like.

“Velvet,” he said. “Want to feel it, Captain?”

“You want to die?” Drautos couldn’t keep the amusement from his voice as he navigated the busy streets. “Cover that up, Ulric. It’s too flashy for the Kingsglaive.”

Nyx sighed and buttoned up his jacket so that the collar was the merest scrap of red along his neck. “With respect, Captain, you have no sense of adventure.”

“I have plenty of sense, Ulric.” Drautos refused to look the younger man in the eye, even though he knew he was staring. “Though it seems to run dry under your influence.”

Nyx laughed, and Drautos glanced over, catching a glimpse of the red velvet collar against tight black fabric.

This man would be the death of him, one day.

The next morning, Drautos saw a flash of silver in the lineup of Glaives assembled for morning briefings. He bit back a sigh of resignation at the sight of a soft black collar peeking out from the wings of Nyx’s unbuttoned jacket, wrought with swirling designs in silver wire. It was a lovely piece, if somewhat impractical. It looked like it could be ripped off the man with only the barest modicum of effort, and Drautos had to employ a great strength of will not to try it then and there. From the look on the Glaive’s face, Nyx could tell.

Then there was the incident in the training yards. Nyx was wearing a classic, this time, simple leather with a silver ring. The other Glaives didn’t comment, thankfully—Jewelry wasn’t uncommon during their off-time, and the collar itself was drowned in the silver and black of Nyx’s uniform. Still, it was a risk, and Drautos’ patience was running thin.

He stopped Nyx behind one of the practice warping walls after training had ended. Nyx’s eyes were bright with adrenaline—He’d been running through falling warps all afternoon, and his hair was a wild mess of flyaways and unruly tangles. He looked up at the captain with flushed cheeks and an easy smile, and it took him nearly five seconds to register that Drautos’ right hand had settled on his neck. He took an uneven breath, and Drautos smiled at the lift of his throat against his hand.

Drautos crooked a finger in the ring at the base of the collar, and slowly lowered it, tugging his subordinate forward. Nyx leant into his touch, his legs buckling awkwardly as Drautos pulled him lower still. At last, the Glaive knelt on the coarse sand of the training yard, looking up at his captain with unfocused eyes. Titus ran a thumb over his lips, and they opened involuntarily, soft against rough skin.

“If you wore this more often,” he said, trailing down to brush the collar with his fingers, “You might follow orders.”

Nyx’s voice came out ragged. “In the field?” he said. “Unlikely. Sir.”

Drautos smiled thinly and turned to go, leaving the younger man alone to collect himself.

The next afternoon was a half-day. The training yards emptied, the mess hall lay deserted, and the break rooms were silent and dark as Glaives trailed from the Citadel and into the streets of Insomnia. There was no one to hear the faint, incessant moans echoing in the hall outside of the captain’s office, the wet slap of flesh, the creak of furniture straining. There was no one to hear the sudden crack of a hand and a yelp of surprise, or the rumble of low laughter that followed.

“Couldn’t wait half an hour,” Drautos said, leaning over the young man writhing beneath him. Nyx opened his eyes and attempted a smirk, which turned into a shuddering gasp as Drautos thrust deep, pushing him back against the surface of his desk.

Nyx was naked but for his latest acquisition—a gold collar that fit his neck like a second skin, with a black ring that hung heavy at the base. A thin gilt chain trailed from the ring and shifted on his chest as he moved, and Drautos held the end of the lead in a loose grip. Nyx’s eyes were glassy, his mouth hanging open as the older man thrust in to the hilt, pulled his hips back as he withdrew, thrust again, the slow, hard rhythm keeping him on the edge. He looked half-gone, achingly beautiful, and when Drautos carefully tightened the chain to draw him up into a kiss, he moaned into his captain’s mouth.

“Good boy,” Drautos said, when he let the chain go slack. Nyx shivered. “For once.”

“Not sure,” Nyx said, between bitten-off moans, “If I should. Thank you for that one. Sir.”

“Really.” Drautos pressed a thumb to the slit of Nyx’s cock, and the younger man cried out. The captain slowly slid his hand along the younger man’s length, light enough to make him painfully hard, but not firmly enough to bring him to release.

Nyx bit down on his lip so hard it looked like he might break the skin. He jolted at the force of Drautos’ slow thrusts, and reached his hands up behind his head, where the captain had conscientiously bundled the man’s clothes into a makeshift pillow. His fingers quested in the dark folds, and Drautos grinned.

“You know, Sir,” Nyx said, and his breath hitched as he was pushed almost to the edge of the desk. Drautos considerately pulled him back again. “I think. It might be nice. To shake things up. You can try… try to…” He frowned, and dug deeper into the discarded clothes.

Drautos sighed with despair at the folly of youth, and dug into his pocket with his free hand. He pulled out a long strip of cloth, which Nyx looked at with growing dismay.

“Not likely,” Drautos said, letting the collar drop to the floor. “Poor boy.” He gripped Nyx tightly, and the chain clinked as he thrust deep. “You’ll have to try much harder than that to get me to wear one of those.”

Nyx still had the presence of mind to laugh. “Worth a shot, Sir,” he said, and threw his head back as Drautos lifted his ass with both hands, hitting his prostate with savage accuracy. Drautos’ smile was sharp in the dim light of the office, and he leaned down to press his lips against the hollow of his lover’s neck, his jaw, and the soft, firm cloth of his golden collar.

Prompto does not like that barcode. Even after telling the others about it, he still hides it. All I want is Noctis making him feel better about it. Kissing it, stroking it, maybe getting a tattoo of a barcode himself!

I just want Gladiolus to wreck Noctis.
Just he's just so big and he's just so small next to him and I just, he'd probably do it without noticing, or he if he does notice and he's just like, "this is good, this will make him a strong king"．

Aww, we don't have enough dad!fic so this being a dad!fic before the bros show up is perfectly fine.

(Ugh and I had the morbid though of the doctors/scientist sending the crownsguard out to collect another MT body for study/autopsy(and eventual proper burial) thinking they'll be able to learn how to help Prompto with subjecting him to painful tests)

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Gladiolus/Noctis - Daddy/Princess kink

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Regis/Drautos/Ignis, Cooking Mama

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Noctis/Prompto, fail!sex

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Noctis/Ignis, Conditioning

Brot4, Hurt/Comfort with status effects

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Dad!Prompto

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Noctis/Prompto barcode

Gladiolus/Noctis, Rough sex, Size difference

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