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fuck yes please

I may fill this one ;O;

thirded tbh holy shit

It was only a few years after Noctis’ recovery in Tenebrae when King Regis stormed into the rooms that Ardyn had claimed for himself in the Citadel, looking like a man possessed.

“Tell me this isn’t true,” Regis said. He held a dossier in his free hand, and leaned heavily on his cane with the other. Ardyn frowned. When had Regis required a cane just to walk down the hall? He pushed that thought from his mind and rolled out of bed, reaching out a hand for the dossier.

“Give me a moment,” he said, and flipped it open. “Oh! Yes. This is all correct.” He handed the dossier back to Regis, and raised his eyebrows at the look of true fury in the king’s eyes. “What?”

“You involved my son in an investigation into the Kingsglaive,” Regis said, in a slow, careful tone. “You ran that investigation without my knowledge, and now you say that my captain—my captain, Ardyn—is a spy from Niflheim?”

“Yes,” Ardyn said, reasonably. Honestly, sometimes he could not understand Regis’ temper. Aulea was much better at explaining this sort of thing to him. “All Noctis did was befriend one or two of the glaives. He offered, Regis. You should be proud that he’s making an effort—“

“If they are corrupt, this could have put him at risk,” Regis said.

“Hardly.” Ardyn turned a level gaze to the king. “I would have killed them myself.”

Regis threw the dossier onto Ardyn’s ornate coffee table and sighed heavily. “By the Six, Ardyn, sometimes you—“

“Are incredibly helpful?” Ardyn offered. “Root out a coup before it happens? Are devilishly attractive in my concern for your continued well-being? Please, do go on, you know how I like it when you flatter me.”

Regis shakily lowered himself to a chair and ran a hand over his face. “I’ll bring Drautos before the Council,” he said, after a moment. “But don’t involve my son in this again.”

“I can make no promises,” Ardyn said. He looked down at Regis, noting the tremor in his bad leg, the white hairs already cropping up above the grey. “Have you considered, my dear, when you might want to pass on your duties—“

“No.” Regis’ voice brooked no argument. “Noctis isn’t ready. He needs to form the covenants, come to terms with… with what must be done.”

“He never will, if you don’t tell him.”

When Regis looked up at him this time, there was warmth in his eyes, a hint of the humor that had drawn Ardyn to him in the first place, so many years ago.

“And you have?”

Ardyn knew a lost cause when he heard one. He sat down in the opposite chair, opened the dossier once more, and rang for tea.

---

“So what’s it like?” Noct asked one morning. “The Starscourge?”

He’d met Ardyn on the way back from sparring practice with Gladio, trailing at Ignis’ heels with the languorous ease of a man with all the time in the world. At his question, Ignis whirled around, shooting the prince a disapproving glare, but Noct pointedly ignored him. Ardyn stuck his hands in his coat pockets and gave Noct a sidelong look.

“You should ask your friend Luna, Noct. She’s the expert.”

“Bullshit.” Noct ignored another hiss from Ignis. “You’re the one carrying it, right? What’s it like?”

Ardyn thought about it. “Do you remember how it felt when you were cut open by the Marilith, Noct?”

“You’re as bad as each other,” Ignis mumbled. Ardyn grinned.

“Yeah, I guess,” Noct said, looking uncomfortable.

“Imagine that, but in your blood, every waking moment of your life.”

Noct was silent for a minute, gazing up at the molding that ran along the ceiling. After a while, Ardyn assumed that was it for the prince’s bout of morbid curiosity, but then he spoke, sounding dreamy and far-off.

“I get it, then,” he said.

“Get what, Noct?”

Noctis turned his vague look to Ardyn, and shook his head. “Come on, Iggy,” he said, looking to his advisor. “I promised I’d meet Prom at the arcade.” He darted forward, wrapping a lanky arm around his friend, and dragged him off down the hall.

There was a subtle change in Noctis after that. It took Regis a while to notice, but Ardyn saw it first, unfolding like the twist of a flower to the sun. The normally recalcitrant prince started training longer with his shield. His room, according to the talkative maids who swept through Ardyn’s apartments, was starting to fill with borrowed books and piles of reports that had long gone unopened before. He could often be found wandering close to the room where the crystal was held, fingers twisting in the grooves that had been carved into the marble of the door. Regis was the one who noted that he was writing to Luna with more frequency, starting to flesh out what had once been tentative plans for forging the covenants.

As such, Ardyn was unsurprised to find Noct at his door one evening, looking awkward and anxious in his ratty nightclothes. The young man sat on the edge of one of Ardyn’s chairs and asked the same question so many of his ancestors had voiced.

“What can you tell me about the Astrals?”

Normally, Ardyn was loath to go into detail. The Astrals were not fond of being too well known—It was poor PR, Ardyn assumed, for people to know that they were gods in name only, and prone to their own weaknesses of character. But Noctis… He was to be the last of the line. Surely, for him at least, an exception could be made.

And so Noct became a regular presence in Ardyn’s rooms in the evenings. The young man would drape himself over priceless antiques and fiddle with ancient artifacts, pushing Ardyn to reveal more and more about the lives of the Astrals. Ardyn wasn’t sure when the subject of their nightly talks started to change, but after a while, he found himself telling Noct stories about his descendants, about what the world had looked like before, about his lovers and enemies, the pain that clawed at him when the night wore on.

One night, a few months after Noct’s twentieth birthday, Noct appeared at the door in an old shirt and black jeans. He didn’t step over the threshold when Ardyn called him in, but hovered there, looking pale and withdrawn.

“I want to show you something,” he said. “Come on.”

“I’m not one of your subjects that you can just order about, you know,” Ardyn said, with deep amusement.

“You’re following me anyway, aren’t you?” Noct’s smirk was too knowing. Ardyn had half a mind to turn back and leave him in the hall, but he had to admit to some level of curiosity. He walked in step with the prince down the dark, abandoned corridors, noting the way they followed the upward slope around the main entrance of the Citadel.

Noct led him into one of the side balconies overlooking the throne room, just above the throne itself. Ardyn’s laugh echoed in the vast, empty hall—Noct had set up a display of small iced cakes on the chair belonging to the Head of the Treasury.

“Don’t worry,” Noct said. “Ignis made them. We had to look up the recipe in the library archives, actually. Try one.”

Ardyn shook his head. “You know that I barely eat these days, Noctis—“

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Ardyn.” Noct picked one up in his fingers and held it out. Ardyn took it from him with a sigh.

“The things I do for you, my sweet,” he said, unthinking, and froze. Noct didn’t seem to have noticed. His mocking scowl was fixed on his face, waiting for Ardyn to concede to his demands. Slowly, Ardyn bit into the cake.

“Oh, no,” he said, after a moment. “You didn’t.”

“You said you hated how dry everything is these days,” Noct said, all innocence. “So I found a recipe that’s almost as old as you are.”

“If only I had the power to send overconfident princes into exile,” Ardyn said. “You, my dear, have just reminded me of the worst time in your nation’s history. No one bathed. No one. Can you imagine? Nearly one thousand years with the miracle of indoor plumbing, and suddenly, oh No, Sir Ardyn, everyone knows that water carries the Scourge! I despaired, Noctis.”

Noct snorted. “You survived, obviously.” He pulled up one of the chairs and grabbed a cake. “Come on, old man. Sit down and tell me how much you hated them. It’ll do you good.”

Ardyn stared at him, thrown off by Aulea’s words slipping so casually from her son’s lips. “You spoil me,” he said, and pulled up another chair. “I give you five minutes before I ruin your appetite forever.”

“Ten,” said Noctis. “Go on. Try me.”

Noct lasted seven. By then, the Treasurer’s chair was a mess, and the both of them were struggling not to alert any passing guards to their presence with barely restrained gasps of laughter. They were pressed up against one of the benches overlooking the throne, Ardyn running his hands over the prince’s back as Noct doubled over, struggling to breathe.

“You’re going to kill me,” Noct said, pressing his forehead to Ardyn’s shoulder. Ardyn shrugged.

“Eventually.”

Noct fell silent. He breathed into Ardyn’s neck for a moment, and Ardyn held him there, content with the warmth of him. Then the prince’s hands tugged at the scarf that Ardyn kept draped around his shoulders, pulling it loose. When he began unbuttoning the front of his vest, Ardyn lay a hand over his, stilling him.

“I know,” Noct said. Ardyn searched the young man’s eyes, and saw no confusion there, no uncertainty. His face was familiar in the way Gentiana had been familiar, the way it felt when he stepped into the old tombs and saw the carved faces of his old friends, old lovers. There was something of Regis’ desperation there, Aulea’s reckless anger, and a determination that was all his own.

“You know what this will do to you,” his brother had told him when Ardyn was young, and the Scourge was wiping out the population of Lucis in droves. He helped Ardyn pin his robes about his neck, turning him towards the mirror in what was once meant to be his royal apartments.

“I know,” Ardyn had said. He stared into the mirror, hardly surprised to find that he no longer recognized the man he’d become. “I know.”

Noctis gazed up at him with the same expression in his bright blue eyes, and when he pushed the wide jacket from Ardyn’s shoulders, the immortal king did not stop him.

“I’ve known for years,” Noct said. He leaned in, lips an inch from Ardyn’s, and tilted his head, pressing his warm mouth to the line of Ardyn’s jaw. “You’ve been telling me since I was a kid. Little things. The way you talked. The way you didn’t. Dad, too.” He resumed unbuttoning Ardyn’s vest, and his breath tickled the curve of his neck.

“Neither of you talked about the future like I was going to be a part of it,” he said, and his voice was matter-of-fact. Whatever tears he had for this had already been shed. Ardyn wished the young man would cry, would scream, would hate him for it, but the prince only pressed his hands to Ardyn’s bare chest and ran them down to the weight of his belt.

“I’m not a part of that future, either,” Ardyn said. Noct drew back, and held his gaze with eyes that were much too old.

“I know that, too,” he said. “I asked Luna.”

He pulled off his shirt, and Ardyn unconsciously raised his hands to the prince’s waist. He held him by the hips and pulled him close, and Noct straddled his lap, settling down to press his hard length against Ardyn’s.

“One day,” Noct said, “I'll be the death of you.”

“Yes,” said Ardyn. Noct ground down with his hips, and pleasure pooled in Ardyn’s belly, rippling over his skin like the crackle of magical fire. “Perhaps we shouldn’t, Noctis.”

“Shouldn’t what?” Noct asked. “Destroy the Starscourge?” He lowered his mouth to Ardyn’s neck and bit down, grinding into him again. “Save Eos?”

“You know what I mean, Noct.”

Noct paused, and his low, steady voice broke. “I know I’m… I know your reputation. You’ve taken lovers before. It’s in all the books.”

“This is the problem with a literate population,” Ardyn said. “They read things they truly shouldn’t.”

“I know you love my dad,” said Noct. “Or you did. I’m not gonna say that isn’t weird as hell.”

“I’ve loved many people, Noctis.” Ardyn said. “I loved your four-times great grandfather. I loved a traveling musician who came to town just after you were born. I loved—“

“Me,” Noct said, and kissed him properly, dragging at his lower lip with his teeth as he pulled away.

They stared at each other for a long, long moment.

“Yes,” Ardyn said, at last. “I believe I might.”

“Let’s find out, then,” said Noct, and smiled grimly as Ardyn lowered him gently to the floor.

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And then they had sex directly above the throne, because Ardyn.

i need this so badly
seconded

Noctis is precious.
Prompto is precious.
Cloud is precious.
Vincent is precious.
Everyone is precious.

Thank you guys for your support. After working the whole weekend, this really made my evening. To be honest, the oncomming chapter four was the thing that first came into my mind seeing this prompt. Ending of this and the following parts include some small spoilers to the things that follow chapter 9.

I just love the fact that I didn't know that "songstress" was a female singer... I took my time on that one.

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They had already arrived in Altissia when Noctis had finally found the time to think about it.
He still felt all the excitement bubbling in him, knowing that he was finally able to see Luna again. However, there was something else in his mind or, to be even more precise, someone else.

Prompto.

Noctis was alone in their room that they were able to purchase, in The Leville, and he was waiting for his friends return. Though this gave him the time he had needed. It was weird thinking about how long they had been traveling on the road together, meething all those interesting people. He shook his head slightly, it was always better to think about the good times he had instead of thinking what he had lost.

His home was gone.

He would never be able to come back.

He could have died more than once, either during a hunting accident or all those instances where a Magitek Engine had managed to track their moves. At the same time he had had one of the greatest trips in his life. His father's car at his side, being together with his friends...

Noctis remembered the music. It had been a sudden change, not even half into their trip, but one, they all agreed, for the best.
Being able to release some stress, or just having fun, singing and humming in the car or in the mornings became their routine. Noctis had to surpress a laugh, remembering Gladios singing, after Prompto had offered him some photos that he could send Iris. Gladiolus hadn't managed to sing the whole song without breaking a sweat and even Ignis sweared that it took more out of his sworn shield than any training could have done.

Noctis, who was still sitting on his bed in the hotel room, quetly turned around. It had always been Prompto who seemed to humm the loudest, or be their lead singer. It seemed natural, Prompto was happy and enthusiastic and it showed. Noctis could have sworn that even his voice alone improved all their moods. Today, Noctis was sure, he'd finally find out if it was true.

That was why he waited. That was why he told both Ignis and Gladiolus to take their time on the marquet. He didn't say it like that though. He might have mentioned that he wanted a certain treat for desert today and he is sure that Ignis took Gladiolus with him to threaten every vendor who could sell the ingredients.

"Noct?", there was a nock on the door. "Prompto, come on in.", the door opened and the blonde went inside, regarding Noct with a curious glance.
"Did you seriously ask Iggy to get you Ulwaat Berries here in Altissia?"
Noctis nodded. Prompto groaned.
"He won't be back until tomorrow! What about Gladiolus sweet sleep schedule? What about my wish for something eadible for dinner?!" Prompto exclaimed while he sat at the opposite side of Noctis. Noctis gave him a small smile. "You know that they'll be fine.", he stopped, unsure if he should continue.
Prompto didn't seem to notice how tense Noctis was, as he went through the pictures on his camera. Noctis realised that this would probably be his last chance, he knew Prompto kept some secrets, but this? This couldn't be that bad.
"Prompto, can I ask you a question?", Noctis was sure he felt the significance of this silence. He would finally be able to.....
"You already did." Noctis was sure, that Prompto was a dickhead. "Shut up", there was a laugh. "Sorry Noct, ask away. Your humble friend awaits your next question."

Noctis deflated. He was not sure if he could go through with this now. Not with Prompto being like this. At the same time though, Prompto seemed to notice, that this was seemingly something important to Noct.
"Dude, it's fine. I'll listen. What's the matter?", Prompto sat up, finally truly catching Noctis expression.

"I wanted to ask you about your interest in music.", he stopped, considering his next move. "I mean... I noticed how both Iggy and Gladio tried to get you more music. I saw you care for your MP3 player and sometimes humming even louder when we were having a bad day. Please, don't think that I'm an idiot... but is there something special in relation to music with you?" he ended up mumbling the last part, blushing slightly. Prompto still paid attention.

"Oh, that." Prompto finally managed, "Yeah. Trust me, it's weird... but yeah. Somehow my voice helps other people. I'm not exactly sure how it works.", there was again a small pause. "I told Iggy once, that my mother used to humm to me. I think this is true. My mother always liked music, that's the only thing I truly remember of her."

Noctis realised that Prompto's voice was cracking, he was holding his hands together, probably unsure what to do with them.
"I noticed this effect when I was little. My foster parents were always excited having me in the same room as them when I was humming. They were able to work better, or so they told me." Prompto sighed.
"I thought, that maybe at least like this I could earn my keep here, you know?"

Noctis head stopped working. He shook his head, confusing Prompto. "Stop this train of thought." Noctis told Prompto.
Prompto gave him a small smile. "It's nice to be useful even outside of a ranged battle, you know?" Noctis took Prompto's hand. "Stop this." he repeated. Prompto's smile turned into a frown.

"What?"
"You don't have to do anything like that, you know? Iggy and Gladio should be telling you more often than not that you don't have to do more than just be yourself, right?" This was important. Noctis knew that Prompto struggled with the concept of being worth-while. Something that broke Noctis heart. Ignis as well as Gladio were always telling him that he should pay more attention to Prompto's feelings. Prompto seemed to currently consider Noctis's words.
"They did tell me." Noctis heard the other mumble, "It's just... I like helping you guys. It's part of me as much as you are my friend."
Noctis, still holding Prompto's hand, softly pressed it and holding it steady. "I would not want it any different. You are the one who kept me going after all that happened. I trust you."
Prompto smiled.
"You're such a big hearted fool, Noct."
"And you are my beautiful songstress, Prompto."

The cushion that shook Noct, made him smile even more than the indignant "Singer!". He steadied himself for a longer fight, "You won't win this round, Prompto!"

When Gladiolus and Ignis made it back to the Leville, they found both their Prince and future king lying on the ground on several pillows, that were emitting feathers, smiling softly and seemingly asleep. On the bed however was Prompto, still awake, softly humming a Lullaby.

Noctis was dreaming peacefully, knowing that he had always Prompto, Ignis and Gladiolus on his side... and they.... they were able to do anything they wanted.

Then the Hydraen happend. Ignis lost his sight, Luna died and Gladiolus wanted him to wear his father's ring, probably not understanding what it meant. Even Prompto lost lots of his enthusiasm, as he was unable to help Ignis more than just lessen parts of his pain.

And then...
And then the music stopped completely.
Because Noctis pushed his only true singer of the train - and right into Ardyn's clutches.

"because Ardyn" is really the only explanation anyone needs for so much of the outrageous bullshit in FFXV.

OP again, loving every second of this! Addressing the loose threads from the game was good, and just a little infuriating on the meta side. Watching Ardyn easily pick apart problems he was probably the source of in game. LOL

Noctis putting things together and reaching understanding in his typically socially clumsy manner is very poignant. We don't really get a lot of his direct thoughts, but reading into his actions is very satisfying. Especially when he uses his understanding and little cakes (does Ignis know what his cakes are being used for?? lmao) to seduce Ardyn. Not that seduction was really needed. I like that their coming together feels as inevitable as their coming deaths.

And as sad as things are, it's impossible to not enjoy how these men choose to face fate. Ahhhhh! So good!

Based of this gif I saw, basically an npc touches (gropes?) Prompto and Prompto runs off lol. So yeah basically poor Prompto getting groped and how the chocobros react.

https://68.media.tumblr.com/7c3425c649b725e8ed571b463cd433e8/tumblr_ol8p6jOoRC1sapj62o1_400.gif

https://68.media.tumblr.com/735d1f9f0a7ae7f172e658e82437986d/tumblr_ol8p6jOoRC1sapj62o2_400.gif

So Prompto is probably scholarship student or something, otherwise I don't know how he managed to be enrolled in the school the prince went to (shit has to be expensive). He needs to keep his grades up to keep the scholarship and the teachers all know this obviously. Cue one of his creep teachers taking advantage of this to blackmail Prompto and force him to do whatever he wants. Bros find out and shit hits the fan.

+Creeper makes reference to how pretty Prompto is
++Prompto tries to hide it from Noctis and others as he doesn't want to seem weak/useless (also believes that Noctis has more important things to deal with than his issues)
+++Can be just touching to all the way to noncon

whaaaaaaaaat XD

There's not much to do the afterlife, so the Lucii entertain themselves with the current King Noctis while he runs around Eos fishing and doing hunts and other random shit instead of Fulfilling his Destiny.

-Regis gets blamed for bad parenting. Regis then blames his dad and so one.
-That one perverted older relative who will not stop perving on the bros.
-Shipping & Shipping Wars.
-Apparently the line of Lucis is directly descended from Ardyn, so there's at least one King's who's reaction to Ardyn is less "Boo hiss the Accursed" and more "OMG dad WTF are you wearing?"

hehehe, I'm getting flashbacks to the Fa Family Ancestors scene from Mulan.

Nice! Fellow Tales fan here and I love the crossover idea. I have to ask though, did you know Prompto and Sorey both voiced by Robbie Daymond? Because that makes this prompt even better in my opinion hahaha

Does anon have a preference between mpreg, DFAB/transmale Prompto, or fem Prompto?

Op anon here! I preffer mpreg itself but I wouldn't mind reading transmale Prompto or female Prompto. I'll leave the decision to the filler.

PLEASE. NEED OVERPROTECTIVE CHOCOBRORS

Yes please! Saw that earlier and I was like wtf?

Yesssssss

Okay so I really love Prompto from the early trailers, when the game was still called versus XIII

Okay so I really love Prompto's design from the early trailers when the game was still called versus XIII. He looks like he has major skills.

Prompto looks like he would live in the shady part of town and have to do criminal things to survive. And Gladio and Ignis believe him to be a bad influence on Noctis even though Prompto is just trying to survive.

So how about Noctis, Gladiolus, and Ignis come upon Prompto getting arrested for something he did to survive, or learning about some of his criminal past (maybe by having Prompto using some of his criminal skills on the road trip)!

I would like angst, but happy endings are necessary!

I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY [sobs]

I adore this Ardyn, how he loves so easily, how without the rage of betrayal he's just in pain and tired. And I love how he and Noct are drawn to each other, because they're destined for each other and because they simply like each other. And Ardyn's interactions with Luna and Gentiana are fantastic!

Thirded! There's never enough evil!Prompto.

Okay so, I was thinking that if Noct lived at the end of the game somehow... it'd be really weird for him. And everyone.

Like, he's missing 10 years of his life, y'know? He a 20-year-old in a 30-year-old's body. His friends lived those years without him. They've been through some shit together. They've changed.

Anon, I love this fic so much! Their relationships are perfect, the dialogue is hilarious, the sex is great, and I'm so glad to see them getting to enjoy themselves and find their ridiculous flying car. ;v; (And looool at Aldercapt failing again at getting a real boss fight!)

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Re: Prompto gives Noct a lap dance

Re: Neko!Noctis/ ignis or Gladio

Re: Ardyn/Gladio, non-con

FILL Age of Kings 4/? Re: Ardyn/Noct or Gen, Everyone in the world knows Ardyn AU

Re: Chocobo/human woman - chocobo breeding help, bestiality

Re: Fill: Of Loving and Protection 2/?

FILL: 3/5 Prompto/Any, or Gen, Songstress!Prompto

Re: FILL Age of Kings 4/? Re: Ardyn/Noct or Gen, Everyone in the world knows Ardyn AU

Noctis/Prompto (or gen) - Groping

Teacher/Prompto, Noctis/Prompto (or gen) Blackmail

Re: Noctis/Prompto (or gen) - Groping

Lucii Peanut gallery

Re: Lucii Peanut gallery

Re: Prompto + Sorey (ToZ) - Purification

Re: Prompto/Any- Pregnancy bang

Re: Prompto/Any- Pregnancy bang

Re: Nyx/Promto, Dating

Re: Noctis/Prompto (or gen) - Groping

Re: Noctis/Prompto (or gen) Stalker

Ex-criminal Prompto

Ex-criminal Prompto

Re: FILL Age of Kings 4/? Re: Ardyn/Noct or Gen, Everyone in the world knows Ardyn AU

Re: Prompto/Noctis, abusive relationship, puppetmaster Prompto

AU - Noctis lives

Re: Fill (5/5): Noctis/any or OT4- Carnival date