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Comments

Prompto/Noctis, Awkward wooing

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis has a little (read: humongous) crush on Prompto and wouldn't mind being more than friends. He tries to clue him in, but Prompto just isn't catching on. It becomes so ridiculous everyone tries to help, some more subtly than ever--Iggy, Gladio, Luna and even Cor--but Prompto just won't take a hint.

I want to see increasingly ridiculous wooing methods that just keep not working, to everyone's growing frustration, and Prompto just continuing on as though this were all normal, because that's what friends do, right?

Bonus if Prompto actually clued in awhile ago, but with his abysmal self esteem, decided it'll be better to act dumb than respond because Noct will surely get over him. Eventually. I mean, it's been a couple of years now, Noct must be losing interest anytime now, right???

Re: Prompto/Noctis, Awkward wooing

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded, so hard! Especially for that bonus!

Gen: Noctis + Cactuar, Adventure Awaits

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis finds an abandon baby cactuar near Three Valleys and decides to take care of it. Eventually he ends up bringing it along for the ride and adventures awaits.

+Meeting Ardyn and it immediately throws a hissy fit
++Loves to play hide and seek under Prompto's jacket
+++It finally meets its family again and they say their farewell

IDEK

Re: Gen: Noctis + Cactuar, Adventure Awaits

[(Anonymous)]

As unnerving as I find Cactuars, this still sounds really cute. I imagine trying to hug it wouldn't be fun, though. Seconded!

AU: Nyx Lucis Caelum Ulric

[(Anonymous)]

Nyx is Regis' bastard son and Noctis' half-brother, whether or not his sister Selena is also a bastard is up to the writer. Go nuts and have fun with the idea.

Ignis/Noctis secretly half-brothers

[(Anonymous)]

Regis had a short affair with a married Lady Scientia, and while he cares for Ignis it was vital that no one ever suspect that Ignis is a royal bastard. If it came out it would muddy the line of succession and that would be disasterous with the crystal needing to be bound to his heir and the war with Nifheim heating up.
So instead he ties Ignis to Noctis as an advisor, ensuring Ignis gets some of the deference he's due.
Nobody expected Ignis and Noctis to fall in love.

Re: Ignis/Noctis secretly half-brothers

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded so fucking hard.

My question is... if I write this, how far do you want me to go? And how angsty? And should they find out?

Noctis/Ignis or OT4, Noctis crying during sex

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe it's something plot-related, maybe it's his first time and all these new sensations are just really overwhelming, maybe it's something he just Does, the cause isn't important. (As long as it's all loving and consensual! No noncon please.)

+ Bonus points for Noct's partner/s being really sweet and gentle, fussing over him and asking if he wants to stop. (He doesn't.)

++ Extra bonus points for Noct being a Messy Crier. The kind that gets all red and puffy and snotty and just. A total disaster.

Noctis/Ignis or OT4 preferred, though if you can make it work with Noctis/Prompto or Gladio, go for it.

Re: Noctis/Ignis or OT4, Noctis crying during sex

[(Anonymous)]

iggy would be uber gentle....
2nd!

Ardyn/Ravus, Lunafreya, Victorian London!AU, prostitution

[(Anonymous)]

Lunafreya is sick and frail girl, she is suffering from severe illness named "Starscourge". Her father abandoned family long time ago and her mother has died in a fire that erupted in a London slums. Her elder brother Ravus is poor student, he hasn`t enough money to buy medicine and pay doctor`s bills. That`s why he decided to sell himself for entertainment and pleasure of rich gentlemen. So, one day he met mysterious client Ardyn Izunia.

Preferable kinks: flogging, hair-pulling, public sex, bloodplay, blindfold, bondage, pretty much anything from BDSM/dub-con category.
Also, Ravus has both hands, but with many burn scars on his skin.

+++ siblings's interactions. Luna doesn't approve Ravus' way to make money as much as she disliked his work for Empire in game. And like in game - Ravus is extremely supportive to his sister, but he can't quit his job.
++++ winter timeline. I want contrast between comfy Christmas Eve atmosphere and sex scene(s)
+++++ parallels between Ardyn and Jack the Ripper

Re: Ardyn/Ravus, Lunafreya, Victorian London!AU, prostitution

[(Anonymous)]

this is such an amazing prompt, it hits all my buttons tbh

Gladio/Noctis, mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

I just want pregnant Noctis and Gladio kinking on the size of his belly.

Re: Gladio/Noctis, mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded! *_*

Gladio/Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, getting hit by confusion status effect

[(Anonymous)]

So you know in the game if a party member gets hit by confusion they attack everyone they see? how about Gladio, Ignis and Prompto getting hit with confusion and they start attacking everyone, with Noctis trying to stop them?

Bonus points if the three gang up on Noct and then waking up and seeing him hurt/dying/etc. And them helping him recover from his ordeal.

I wanna see chocobro angst please!

Re: Gladio/Ignis/Noctis/Prompto, getting hit by confusion status effect

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please! I wanna see hurt!noct... I didnt know I wanted this till I stumbled to this! Someone fill this up!

nyx/noctis, age difference

[(Anonymous)]

(i have no idea how old nyx is but i think it's a fair presumption to say he's in his late 20s/early 30s.)

what it says on the tin.

Re: nyx/noctis, age difference

[(Anonymous)]

I definitely want to read this...

Others/Ardyn, Ardyn!whump

[(Anonymous)]

In one of the concept arts, Ardyn is seen in chains and being stripped (this is presumably the far past). Would like to see Ardyn!whump of any variety, and would kinda like a happy ending. Thanks!

Re: Others/Ardyn, Ardyn!whump

[(Anonymous)]

THIS WITH THE FORCE OF THOUSAND SUNS

Noctis/Gladiolus Daddy!Kink

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis and Gladio are secretly sleeping together. Noctis loves being praised and called a good boy, and soon starts calling Gladio 'Daddy' during sex. Then one day Noctis accidently calls Gladio daddy in front of Ignis and Prompto, or Gladio calls Noctis a good boy. Noctis gets incredibly flushed and embarrassed but also kind of turned on by the other two knowing his kink.

Re: Noctis/Gladiolus Daddy!Kink

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please, Daddy!

Alternate fall of Tenebrae: Noctis left behind, Lunafreya in the crown city

[(Anonymous)]

Someway, somehow Noctis is the one taken and left behind in Nifleheim occupied Tenebrae while Lunafreya is taken to Lucis.

What happens? Does Regis raise Luna? Does Regis try to trade Luna for Noctis? What does the empire, especially Ardyn, do with Noctis do they keep him hostage or kill him? What happens with Ravus? How does Luna fair in Insomia, does she become friends with Gladio, Ignis and Prompto in Noctis place? Does she fall in love with someone new (maybe even one of the bros or Nyx)? What changes about FFXV?

Re: Alternate fall of Tenebrae: Noctis left behind, Lunafreya in the crown city

[(Anonymous)]

Ohmygod. This is such an intriguing idea. I hope someone fills this for you, anon!

Prompto, crying, hurt/comfort

[(Anonymous)]

Make Prompto cry, please. I'm a horrible person who wants to see him a sobbing mess, with the The Chocobros comforting him. Nothing too deep and angsty, but nothing trivial either.

[FILL] Re: Prompto, crying, hurt/comfort

[(Anonymous)]

Uh. One chocobro comforts him, sort of? I hope this is OK, it went off the rails a little.

-

Two days after the fall of Insomnia, Prompto woke up crying.

He was aware of it immediately, lurching into consciousness with a hand over his eyes, before awareness of anything else filtered in. Then he felt the cold beneath him and heard quiet breathing in the dark, and remembered they were camping in a Haven, on the way to a royal tomb.

A tent barely counted as a room, but they were still all in the same one, and Prompto had never been a quiet crier. He tried taking deep breaths for a minute or two to get his breathing under control, but he couldn’t regulate his sobs at all. Finally he crawled over Noctis’ legs and out the main flap to sit on the hard ground outside. The air was cold enough that the tear tracks on his face stung, and he shut his eyes for a moment, focusing on the feeling.

Then the tent flap rustled again behind him. “Prompto?” Gladio asked.

Prompto buried his head in his arms, trying furiously to wipe his eyes on them. Unfortunately, skin didn’t make for the best tissue, and Prompto could feel how red and puffy his eyes were anyway. At least it was dark. In the bare glow of the Haven lights, it was hard to see anything at all. “I’m okay,” he called back softly, not wanting to wake the others. “Sorry I woke you up. I’ll be in in a minute.”

Of course Gladio didn’t listen, and within seconds Prompto had a big, warm shadow squatting down next to him in the dark as the tears kept leaking down his face. Just great. “Ugh, Gladdy,” Prompto complained. “Don’t you have a prince to guard?”

“He’s snoring. You’re crying.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re not supposed to bring it up. That’s not in the bro code, dude,” Prompto said, hunching down lower in the cradle of his arms.

Next to him, Gladio sighed. “It’s late, and we need to be rested for tomorrow. Just tell me what’s wrong so you can get over it and we can go back in.”

“Thanks, Gladdy. You’re so supportive.” But Gladio didn’t budge from beside him. He just kept waiting in the dark, a presence that was loud and pointed just by being there. Prompto sighed, knowing he couldn’t win, and tried to word it as simply as he could. “I think my parents are dead,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“My parents. They haven’t called me since everything…happened. In Insomnia.” Not that they had called him before that. But they would have called him to let him know they were safe, right? They wouldn’t have left him guessing, unless they couldn’t. Or at least Prompto thought. Was he hoping that his parents weren’t calling him because they were dead, and not because they had forgotten about him? Self-loathing strangled him again, and his next breath came out as a sob. He scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, wishing he could stop the tears just by pressing hard enough. “Sorry, sorry.”

Gladio shifted beside him. To his knees, probably, but Prompto didn’t open his eyes to try and see for sure. “Prompto,” Gladio said.

“Yeah,” Prompto mumbled.

“Prompto, my dad died too.”

And – of course he had. The Shield to the King. If Regis had died, Clarus must’ve as well, right? Prompto thought it might even have been mentioned on the news. “Shit,” he said, feeling twice as bad. Crying his eyes out because his parents were maybe dead, while Gladio’s dad was definitely dead. “I’m so sorry, shit, Gladio.” His voice cracked on Gladio’s name because he was still crying, making it about him even when Gladio was telling him something like this. He turned his face away, ashamed.

He felt a warm hand on his shoulder, tugging him to face Gladio. He tried resisting first, but Gladio was stronger, so then he leaned into the tug, tipping forward until his face was smashed against Gladio’s bare shoulder. Awkward, maybe, but at least he didn’t have to look at him. “My dad died too,” Gladio said again, “but I always knew he probably would. That’s what it means to be a Shield.” His voice sounded thick too – for his dad, probably, but maybe for himself too. “But Iris made it out. And we made it out.” His arm came up around Prompto’s shoulders, tugging him in closer to Gladio’s neck. “I’m glad you made it out. And I’m sure your parents would be too.”

And Prompto – what could he say to that? He wasn’t going to say but I’m not sure, not to Gladio, not when he could never explain what he meant. Even if he could explain somehow that his parents weren’t actually his parents, he couldn’t explain that he was never really sure if they saw him as a real kid, much less their real kid. He couldn’t tell Gladio how he couldn’t be sure they weren’t right, not when he wasn’t sure if he ever really loved him. Not when he had checked his phone again and again the last couple of days in hopes that they would call him, sometimes because he was worried about them, but more because he hoped they were worried about him.

He couldn’t explain any of that to anyone, least of all to Gladio, who had always been someone, who had had a destiny from the day he was born. So instead he shoved his face deeper against Gladio’s chest, and wound an arm around his neck, and sobbed selfishly against Gladio for as long as he let him.

King!Ignis/Noct - Oral sex on the throne

[(Anonymous)]

AU or kinky roleplay between the two, I don't care, just please make this a reality, beautiful anon.

FILL: Crownless (1/1), King!Ignis/Noct - Oral sex on the throne

[(Anonymous)]

WITNESS MY SIN *drops fic and flees*

---

It starts, Ignis thinks, because he didn’t get enough sleep.

Seven months after Noctis succeeded in defeating the Starscourge, Lucis’ goodwill from her neighbors has begun to thin. Ignis has somewhat unofficially taken on the formal role of Royal Advisor as well Head Councillor, and he’s being run ragged; they all are, really. With so much to do in the wake of the Long Dark, all hands are on deck.

Which is why Ignis forgoes sleep for nearly three days: an urgent diplomatic incident came up, and he and his team were firefighting to get it settled. He crashes at the end, not even Ebony enough to keep him awake any longer, but the next crisis appears before he can get a full night’s rest. In his sleep-deprived state he doesn’t notice that he takes an article of Noctis’ clothing rather than his own.

“Did you know that you’re wearing my shirt?” Noctis asks that night as he comes to bed, and nips his neck. His voice is unusually husky.

“I am?” Ignis is genuinely surprised. Nearly all of Noctis’ clothing is tailored, and Ignis is taller than he is.

“Yeah.” Noctis sucks at his neck. “It looks good on you.”

The throatiness of his voice finally tips Ignis off: Noctis likes seeing Ignis in his clothing. It may be a possession thing, or perhaps something else -- Noctis never was a very jealous lover, completely certain of Ignis’ devotion. Either way Ignis smooths a hand over Noctis’ hair, a smile beginning to curl at his lips. He pulls away slowly and makes a show of undoing the shirt buttons. “Then would you like to see it on me, sans all other articles of clothing?”

He can hear Noctis’ sharp inhalation, feel the sudden clench of his hands over Ignis’ shoulders.

“Yes, please.”

That was a good night, Ignis recalls. Noctis was practically wild for it, in his own gentle way; since then every once in a while Ignis will deliberately choose the wrong jacket to wear in the mornings, if Noctis is there to stop him from going out in the King’s garb, or otherwise he might take that same untailored shirt. Noctis now will sometimes offer his sleepwear for Ignis to wear about their rooms when they’re alone.

None of that compares to this.

“This is practically treason,” Ignis hisses at Noctis, who has a guiding hand slipped lightly into the crook of his arm. “If I get caught…”

“If we get caught,” Noctis corrects him, voice warm and low with amusement. He doesn’t seem stressed at all now, the madman, after he has confessed his fantasy and moved to put it into action. He was a stuttering wreck when he actually suggested it. “Even if we are, I’m the king, remember? I’ll order them to forget everything.”

“That’s not particularly reassuring,” Ignis moans into his palm. One good thing about being blind: he can plaster a hand over his face without compromising the ability to walk around, since he already can’t see anything.

“Do it for me,” Noctis cajoles. “Besides, I know you like the idea at least a little bit, or you wouldn’t be going along with this.”

Ignis stays silent. He does like it, more than he should, more than is proper. He’s the royal advisor, raised from childhood to support Noctis. He belongs below him, beside him, never in front; he should always be propping Noctis up, never pushing him down.

What if I want you to push me down? The insidious memory of Noctis whispering in his ear makes him shiver. Grab my hair, Iggy, yeah, just like that. Push me down, make me gag for it.

“Yes,” Ignis whispers, then clears his throat. “Yes.”

The echo of their footsteps change, the air cooling: they’re in a bigger space. Ignis paces his way to the throne easily, and just as easily ascends the stairs. He stops at the top. His feet want to move one way, habit which would bring him to the left of the king’s seat, but Noctis urges him straight forward.

“Here.” He guides Ignis’ hand to the carved marble armrest.

“Are you completely sure about this?” Ignis knows he's stalling. So does Noctis, because he snorts and pushes lightly at Ignis’ upper back.

“Sit,” he commands. Ignis sits.

He can hear the rustle of Noctis’ clothing as his king kneels in front of him, then feel the heat and pressure of his palms as he rests them on Ignis’ knees. Ignis realizes he's tense enough to nearly be shaking and makes a conscious effort to relax.

“All right?” Noctis’ voice has a tinge of nervousness to it now, too. Contrarily this calms Ignis down; he’s used to being Noctis’ anchor when the other man is upset.

“All right,” Ignis confirms, and reaches searching fingers out. He touches silky hair before he finds the smooth slope of Noctis’ cheek to cup his face, tilting it upwards even as he leans down. Ignis misses Noctis’ lips the first time, their noses bumping, but Noctis corrects them with a laugh.

“So,” Ignis breathes in deeply when they part. He sits back and sets his feet firmly wide. “Come here.”

Rustle, rustle. Noctis is shuffling forward on his knees. Ignis bites back a concerned comment about the hard floor.

“Unzip me.”

The original king’s garb had a button fly, but Noctis always preferred the convenience of zips; Ignis himself requested a change with the tailors when they were redesigning the uniform. He regrets it keenly now, as Noctis’ clever fingers find the tab and pull it down -- the fumbling press and search for buttons would have been exquisite.

“Good.” The word is barely audible on a sigh. “Pull me out. Yes. Stroke.”

Noctis is so quiet. Ignis can’t tell whether the curl in is gut is from nerves or pleasure. He grows hard quickly in Noctis’ hand, even with the dry friction caused by lack of lubricant. He’s glad for it, actually, since without the slick sounds he can hear Noctis’ sharp inhale, imagine the way he’ll sway forward, wanting. Wanting and held back by Ignis’ lack of verbal instruction.

“Very good.” Ignis clenches one hand tight over the end of the throne’s armrest. “Let go.”

Noctis makes a little wounded noise as he obeys, and Ignis isn’t sure if the jolt he feels then is in reaction to Noctis or to the feel of sensitive skin slapping against rough fabric.

“Lick your palm.” By the Six, Ignis’ voice is already ragged. He needs to control himself. “Get it wet. Hold me, no, at the base, don’t move. Now.” He lets the anticipation build, feeling the warm wrap of Noctis’ fingers, the movement of his shoulders on the insides of Ignis’ thighs with his panting breaths.

“Suck me.”

He tips his head back at Noctis’ grateful moan, the hot wetness of his mouth as he takes Ignis in. Gods, gods. This is perverse, Ignis sitting where only Noctis has a right to be, clad in garments only Noctis has right to wear, Noctis the true king on his knees in supplication.

“That’s good,” Ignis murmurs, overcome. He grasps Noctis’ hair in a trembling fist at the back of his head and moves him how he wants it, slow and deep, listening to as much as feeling the way Noctis chokes a little, swallowing desperately trying to take him. “That’s so good, Noct, you’re so lovely, letting me use you like this.”

Noctis heaves out a sound that vibrates it’s way through Ignis’ core with a jolt. He pulls back hard, no finesse, and, fuck, his voice--

“Use me how you want,” he says, sounding as shredded as Ignis feels. He’s close enough for each movement of his lips to be felt on Ignis’ skin. “Push me down like you own me, fuck m--”

Ignis does push him down, if only to stop him from talking. He doesn’t know if he can take any more of Noctis, his king, begging for debasement at Ignis’ hands.

Noctis shuts up obligingly, face pressed into Ignis’ groin. His sparse beard rasps against the silk of Noctis’ underwear where it’s bunched tight over Ignis’ balls and prickles maddeningly against Ignis’ cock. Ignis can’t help the cant of his hips, the smallest thrust.

Noctis hums. He mouths at Ignis through the cloth, laving it wet, breathing hot over it as he nuzzles in. Ignis can feel the sweat coming up on his skin now: Noctis’ shirt begins to stick to his back and under his thighs, and his scalp prickles. He’s panting.

“Noct.” Ignis cards through Noctis’ hair shakily, pushing his bangs off his forehead and out of his face. “Noct, please.”

Noctis licks him this time, a long stripe all the way up the underside to curl impishly around the tip. “Make me.”

Something in Ignis snaps. He pulls Noctis’ head cruelly back, hand twisted tight, and pries stiff fingers off the throne’s armrest to tip his cock down.

“Mouth open,” he says, and nearly doesn’t recognize his own voice. “You’ll suck me until I come. Hands on my knees, yes, like that. Don’t move.”

Noctis doesn’t, not until Ignis brings him back down, using the little hints of pressure Noctis gives as he tries to course-correct to guide his movement until his cock is once again engulfed in that wet sucking heat. It’s--it’s too much, honestly, but at this point Ignis can’t stop, and he pulls Noctis away again, then back, slowly and then faster and faster until he’s really just holding Noctis’ head still and thrusting up into him, completely out of control. He lets go when he comes because he still has that much of his mind left, but Noctis doesn’t back off. Instead he braces himself harder on Ignis’ knees and pushes forward until the head of Ignis’ cock hits the spasming back of his throat, and Ignis throttles back his yell into an airless whine, feeling himself coming and coming and coming--

When he comes back to himself Noctis is still coughing. He sits up sharply but keeps his arm movements slow as he reaches for his king; the last thing he wants to do is hit Noctis in the face. Noctis grasps his hand as he gives one last chest-rattling cough.

“I’m so sorry!” Ignis says. He realizes his cock is still out and tucks himself back in hastily, one-handed. “Are you all right, Noct?”

“Fine,” Noct says. He sounds like he’s been gargling gravel. “Really, I’m fine. Stop feeling guilty.”

“I,” Ignis says. “With my--and your knees, this floor can’t be good for them--”

Noctis gets up with a groan, proving Ignis’ point, before he leans over and brings their entwined hands up to his mouth. There’s still a wetness to his lips as he presses a kiss to Ignis’ knuckles, and he shivers.

“I’m fine,” he says. “I enjoyed it.”

He skims their hands down his shirt and the firm planes of his chest, around the jut of one hip and over… something wet…

Ignis makes a little punched-out noise when he realizes what that means, lust hooking thorny in his groin despite just finishing. Noctis liked it so much he came untouched, still in his clothing. Ignis made him do it, there on his knees with his mouth around his cock.

“I,” Ignis says. “We should go back to our rooms. We both desperately need showers now.”

Noctis doesn’t take offense at this like almost anybody else would; he knows how Ignis’ mind works.

“All right, love,” he says, and pulls Ignis up. He keeps pulling until he can brush his lips over Ignis’, a butterfly touch, before guiding him back to the stairs. Ignis is silently grateful for the support. His knees are still wobbly. He nearly trips at Noctis’ next statement.

“Only if you promise we’ll shower together.”

Weskham/Regis, Cock Warming

[(Anonymous)]

Regis is tied up behind the counter of Maagho and being used as a ock warmer for Weskham.

Biggs/Ravus/Wedge, DP

[(Anonymous)]

Aranea sends Biggs and Wedge to congratulate Ravus on his 'promotion'.

Everyone + Regis, Happy Birthday!

[(Anonymous)]

How do you go about planning a secret birthday party for the King of Lucis?

Hire EVERYONE!

Clarus/Regis, Dominating

[(Anonymous)]

There's something oddly satisfying about pinning Regis, his king, down upon his bed.

Noctis/Lightning Attraction leading to Awkward!Sex

[(Anonymous)]

I noticed in FFXIII Lightning was pretty awkward about anything sexual, and so was Noctis in FFXV.
So If Lightning existed somehow in this Eos universe (a palace guard, kingsglaive, goddess of death lmao etc..) I imagine Noctis might be very attracted to her. When he manages to act on his feelings, the sex is passionate but also a bit awkward, they are both fumbling and maybe Noctis comes too soon or struggles with the condom and is completely nervous because Lightning is so intimidating. But Lightning is secretly just as nervous and finds his attempt to act suave and tough very sexy, they are both so touch starved that the whole experience is electrifying for each of them and they are embarrassed by how much they react to each other's touch/ how loud they find themselves moaning/ how sensitive they are.

Would also love if they get a lot of teasing from the chocobros once they find out.

Ignis/Noctis Hair pulling

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis has never told anyone, but he really likes his hair pulled. And Noctis, well, Noctis finds out by accident.

(I would prefer if it isn't an established relationship before the hair pulling incident. First-time awkwardness is another of my kinks...)

Noctis/Prompto - "They all have the same face."

[(Anonymous)]

Magitek Troopers are excessively advanced, heavily genetically modified clones. That's one thing Noctis learns in the laboratory. The other thing he learns is that somebody ordered them to remove their helmets. He learns that all Magitek Troopers have the same face.

Prompto's face.

(gimme all the juicy angst)

+Bonuses+
+It's Prompto's face but wrong. Deamonic, with red eyes and black scelera and ashy pallor.
+Ardyn taunting Noctis about how the man he loves only looks human
++The unspoken fear that Prompto was always going to become an MT like the ones Noct is fighting
++Body horror of any kind

Re: Noctis/Prompto - "They all have the same face."

[(Anonymous)]

This gets me were it hurts. Seconded.

Regis/Noctis - Against a Top-Floor Window

[(Anonymous)]

I just... really need Regis lovingly fucking Noctis against a window on the highest floor of the Citadel while whispering really dirty things into his ear.

Bonus if Noctis calls him daddy~

Re: Regis/Noctis - Against a Top-Floor Window

[(Anonymous)]

fuckkkkkkk yes seconded

Noctis/Any, Stasis

[(Anonymous)]

Every time Noctis uses his magic, he draws from a built up reserve of magic inside himself. When that reserve of magic gets low he get more and more lethargic until he eventually falls into a magically induced coma and has to sleep for about a month to recharge.

It can be set during cannon or an AU where Noctis is king, but I want the chocobros protecting and taking care of Noctis and his responsibilities while he is asleep.

+if Ardyn or any malicious force knows about this condition and try's to take advantage of the situation in some way (wink)
++if the boys giving sleeping Noctis baths and stuff :D

[(Anonymous)]

i need dis plz.

Gladio/Ignis/Noctis, Spitroasting

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis likes being spitroasted by Gladio and Ignis.

Anastasia AU

[(Anonymous)]

Where ardyn is rasputin and wants revenge on the royal family. Noctis is anastasia, and I don't know about the other characters I just had this random thought and now I need someone to write it

I'm open to literally all pairings so anyone can be dimitri

Re: Anastasia AU

[(Anonymous)]

I need a Noct audition scene so bad now.

*throws down fur coat* "Gladio, it's me… Nooooctis."