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Noctis Izunia is the Chancellor of Niflheim and Ardyn Lucis Caelum is the heir to the Lucian throne.

Guess I'm going right to hell. ha ha ha

Trusting Ardyn had been a disaster. Noct knew it as soon as he learned that Ardyn was really the chancellor of Niflheim, guessed it before the man had accompanied them to the Disc. But now, standing a few dozen yards from his friends in what Ardyn called a “private conference,” Noct was certain.

“Imagine, if you will,” Ardyn said, spreading his arms in an expansive gesture. “The new king of Lucis—That’s you—consorting with the enemy! What will the papers say?” He leaned close, ear to ear with Noctis. “What will your subjects say?”

Noct waved his hand aside. “Who cares? It never mattered to me before.”

“Ah! But it does now.” Ardyn stepped in front of him, all smiles and sympathy. “Don’t let’s have lies between us, dear Noctis.”

Noct was silent for so long that the chancellor’s fixed smile began to fade, threatening to turn into a tight-lipped grimace. Then he said, “What is it you want, Ardyn?”

Ardyn’s eyes gleamed bright with international goodwill and unquestionable malice. “A small price, Your Majesty. A small price.”

It was like pulling teeth to slip away from his friends, but Noct managed in the end. Gladio in particular was unhappy with the idea. Why treaty with the man who helped arrange the destruction of Insomnia? But in the end, he was overruled. He did say that if Noct wasn’t back in an hour, he, Ignis, and Prompto would break in and kill Ardyn themselves, agreement or no. Noct forced an easy smile and waved him off, stepping into the hotel where Ardyn was waiting.

He’d barely shut the door when he was gripped by the collar and thrown, without ceremony, onto the hotel floor.

Winded, he struggled to rise, instinctively reaching into his magic for a weapon, but Ardyn’s booted foot appeared out of nowhere, pressing him down on his back. He looked up at the man standing over him and shivered in a rush of fear and a strange thrill of desire.

“So glad you could join me,” Ardyn said, in that same, easy voice. He twisted his foot on Noct’s chest, and the prince gasped for air. “Oh. Was I… Is that uncomfortable?”

“Fuck you,” Noct ground out, and received a chuckle for his efforts. Ardyn lifted his foot, but set it down again when Noct tried to rise.

“No,” he said, in a thoughtful tone. “I think you need to know your place, Your Majesty.” His eyes crinkled with humor. “No higher than your knees unless I tell you.”

“Hell no,” Noct said. “Let them find out, I’m not playing this g—“

“Tsk, tsk.” Ardyn leaned down, still smiling faintly, and gripped Noct's face in one hand. Noct gasped, and Ardyn said, in a lower voice, “On your knees, Your Majesty.”

The foot raised again. Slowly, breathing heavily, Noct rose to his knees. “Strip, please. Whoever picked out your outfit had terrible taste.”

Disrobing on his knees was awkward, but Noct managed it, glaring daggers at Ardyn all the while. The chancellor only smiled benevolently, leaning against the wall, fully clothed. When Noct was done, Ardyn stepped towards him, looking down at him with his face masked in shadow.

“Get this over with,” Noct said.

“So eager.” Ardyn crouched down on his toes. “What have I done to deserve you?”

Noct said nothing to that, and Ardyn didn’t seem to care. He gripped Noct’s hair in tight fingers and pulled him into a kiss, all tongue and teeth and cut-off breath. Noct didn’t kiss back, only opened his mouth for him, unresisting.

“Yes, I think I’ll keep you around,” Ardyn said. “On the bed, Your Majesty.”

The rest of their "arranged visit" went by in a haze. Ardyn, standing over him at the edge of the bed, undoing the front of his trousers just enough to pull out his hardening cock. Noct, rocking back against him as the chancellor thrust lubricated fingers inside, easing him open, whispering words of encouragement that dripped like oil into his ear. The tip of Ardyn’s cock easing into him too soon, the sound of their bodies meeting as Ardyn pressed into him. Ardyn’s hands on Noct’s face, opening his mouth, slipping his fingers inside. Noct was lost in the movement, the heady friction, the force of Ardyn’s cock as it thrust up to hit his prostate. Ardyn pulled out just before he came, choosing to spend himself on Noct’s stomach and chest. The hardness of Noct’s cock he left alone, and Noct had to jerk himself to completion after Ardyn had turned away.

He lay there, panting, covered in come and red with desire and shame in equal measure. Ardyn looked down at him with almost a clinical air.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll do much better next time.”

And then he left, whistling softly, leaving Noct naked and exhausted on the hotel bed.

Cor doesn't expect to find this one daemon so particularly interesting especially when this said creature is most daring with its sword.

When Regis makes a conscious decision to grow his hair out, Cor finds his gaze lingering more on his king.

~~I need this like burning since I have a crush on Jon Campling, Regis' facial model~~

Hell is where all the interesting people are anyways!! ♥

ksdjfksldj this was perfect. *reads it like ten times in a row* I especially love the way you've captured Ardyn's smarminess so perfectly and ugh holding Noct down with a foot on his chest, and "no higher than your knees" why is that such a lovely and tantalizing image. And Noct reluctantly getting off on it, and the promise of it being a regular thing aksdjfkla just everything about this could not have been better in any way. You have rendered me incoherent with joy, anon!

Whew! I'm glad you liked it! Ardyn is such a little jerk, I love writing him. Would it be bad if I had a ..... much more porny part two....? (Poor Noctis!)

I definitely did! Please write Ardyn foreverrrrr. ♥ That would be the exact opposite of bad, anon!!! (W-well, I've always pegged Noct as being slightly (or not so slightly) masochistic, so it all works out...?)

please

Because why not, amirite

“This isn’t going to continue, Ardyn,” Noct said, his voice thin and muffled in the imperial encampment of the Vesperwood. The chancellor had set up his quarters in a refurbished part of the ruins, complete with embroidered drapery and tasteful cushions, and was settled far enough away that even an enraged king-to-be wouldn’t cause alarm. Ardyn looked down, pointedly, and Noct followed his gaze—he’d tracked mud from the swamp across the imported carpet.

And suddenly he was being forced down, a hand on his neck, feet scrabbling for purchase as his legs gave under Ardyn’s unexpected strength.

“I’m sorry,” Ardyn said, in a conversational tone. “I’m sure what you meant to say was, ‘Thank you, Ardyn, for such a lovely evening. How gracious you are, Ardyn,’” He dug his fingers into Noctis’ neck, “’for providing me with what little joy I can grasp in these trying times. And I’m sorry, Ardyn, for being so very, very ungrateful.’ That is what you meant to say, is it not, Noct?”

Noctis said nothing, only closed his eyes and warped out of Ardyn’s grasp, rolling to his side.

“Useful,” Ardyn said, “But oh, so pointless. You did just go on an Imperial mission with a mercenary in my pay,” he pointed out, reasonably. “I believe you have far more to lose than ever before.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Noctis said.

“And yet you came alone.”

There was a horrible silence. Ardyn’s smile was indulgent, his touch gentle as he lifted Noct up by the chin. They gazed at each other, Noct defiant, Ardyn with the lazy patience of a man with infinite time on his hands.

“Why, Your Majesty,” he said, at last. “I do believe I’m beginning to grow on you.”

It took Noct much, much longer to leave the chancellor’s company this time around. He shivered in the cool night air of the Vesperpool, his face pressed down to the threadbare carpet as Ardyn slowly, so slowly, pulled inexorably back before pushing all the way into him again with a hard thrust. It was a torturous pace, and every time Noct lifted his head, cursed, or looked back, he was met with a burst of pain as Ardyn’s gloved hands made contact with his ass and thighs as a reminder to "do stay where you are meant to be, Your Majesty." At one point, Ardyn even leaned down and cheerfully pushed Noct’s face so firmly into the ground that his vision went grey. The heat of pain made his thrusts hurt, and Ardyn picked up his pace with a punishing force. Noct focused on breathing instead, and prayed that Ardyn wouldn’t notice how his own cock seemed to twitch with every blow.

He should have known it was too much to ask.

“I admit that I am flattered,” Ardyn said at last, as he pulled Noct up painfully by the hair. Noct was kneeling upright, his face inches from Ardyn’s. “I wasn’t aware that the King of Lucis had such singular tastes.”

“Don’t fucking think so,” Noct said, but he jerked back as Ardyn pulled just a little harder, his eyes unfocusing, mouth opening slightly to betray his unsteady breath.

“I thought as much,” Ardyn said, with a knowing smile that told Noct that tonight was going to be a long night indeed. “I believe that you and I, Your Majesty, are going to be seeing quite a lot of each other in the years to come.”

Noct was sorry to find that this time, Ardyn was probably right.

whooooops Vesperwood, apparently. boop be doop

Ohmygod of course Ardyn would've set up the most ostentatious quarters in a ruin ever. Imported carpets and embroidered drapery I'm dying. And how did this get even better than before when it was already so amazing lskdjflaksl. I...will be in my corner over here not finding Ardyn shoving Noct down and putting words in his mouth hot at all, nope nope. And aaaa Noct always protesting but Ardyn's got him exactly where he wants him and they both know it. And and and!!!! Ardyn smacking him and then pulling on his hair because Noct gets off on it and he wants to make it very clear that that hasn't been lost on him and Noct knowing that Ardyn'll be holding that over him forever. *rolls around in your words* Please marry me anon. ♥ ♥ ♥

The party keeps teasing Prompto everything he wants to eat is going to make him fat - what if it's because secretly, one or more of them would be really into him if he were bigger and can't help but think about it every time Prompto is denying himself to stay so skinny?

As kinky or as fluffy as filler wants, but please not anything where Prompto hates himself over it!

I'm sorry for any mistakes, orz I tried to fix everything but my English grammar is not the greatest.

<3 <3 <3

“Your highness you cannot go in there, your fa-”

“I can and I will. Move.”

The solder could only step aside and allow access to the prince. King Regis strictly asked to be left alone for the time being, but there was nothing the guards could do against the prince himself. It wasn't just a matter of simply blocking the path, but the fact that the king's son was very capable of fighting back and winning.

The tall, wooden doors were shoved, causing a loud echo inside the throne room. King Regis could only turn with a glare, ready to lash out to whoever dared to come into the throne room without his permission, however those thoughts quickly died when he noticed who it was. Regis' eyes softened right away, watching as his son marched towards him with anger on his face. He moved from his spot on the window until he was face to face with his one and only son.

The raven was staring at him, looking at his father from the top of his head, to his weak body and limping limbs. He needed to calm down, he shouldn't be this upset but he couldn't help it. Noctis took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a couple of seconds before they met his father's tired eyes.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“Today? Nothing, at least I hope so, not until dinner time.” Regis smiled warmly at his son, while the teenager only rolled his eyes in return.

“I'm not playing games, old man. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You thought I wouldn't know about Nifleheim's peace offering?”

“Who told you about this?” The king's eyes narrowed, the smile on his face banishing.

“Who did it doesn't matter. But is it true? That you declined peace, a peace treaty because it involved me?” Noctis narrowed his eyes to match his father's. He was trying to stay calm, he truly was but the fact that his father was not denying it meant that it was true and on top of that he tried to keep it from him.

“It just didn't involved you Noctis, it was something I simply couldn't allow. The treaty speaks of marriage, I am not going to have my only son wed to chancellor that is old enough to be his father-!” Regis slammed his cane against the marble floor. “The idea itself is deplorable and depraved. I will not have them make a mockery of my family!”

“So you would rather save one prince than a whole nation?” Noctis' face was shocked with disbelieved. He wasn't aware of all the details the treaty contained, not at all. He didn't even know he was supposed to marry somebody and he tried his best to hide the surprise. The idea was indeed disgusting, his father was not wrong, but this wasn't just about him. It was about saving thousands of people, and his kingdom, his father's kingdom. The one he was dying for.

“Not just one prince, but my son!” Regis stubborn demeanor towards Noctis' safety had always been the same. Ever since he was a child Noctis' couldn't remember his father not putting his safety and protection first, even if it meant putting him above everyone else. Even if it meant running away as well, Noctis could still remember the day they left Luna behind, along with his brother.
“And as your son I have the right to decide what needs to be done for this kingdom as well.” Noctis' could hardly remember the last time he fought with his father, and if he ever did it was over something silly and unimportant, this however, this was not the same and he wasn't willing to back down just because his father was glaring at him.

Regis slammed his cane against the floor as he moved closer to his son. He reached over to grab onto Noctis' arm, his hold tight. He pulled his son closer, looking at him straight in the eyes.

“Are you listening to what you are saying? You are telling me that you would be willing to marry a man you don't even know or have ever seen in your life? Someone that could do horrible things, someone that has been at war with us for years and without hesitation has killed hundreds of us. Noctis this not like wedding a random princess somewhere far away, this is marriage that involves someone from this war, someone that has been in the front lines.”

“I cannot allow this Noctis. I will find another way. I will keep these walls around us and protect all of us until I find another way.”

“Or until you die.”

Regis was expecting his son to lash out at him with anger for demeaning his stand on the whole treaty, what he didn't expect was for Noctis to stare at him with tired, and sad eyes. He for sure did not expect the way his son was fighting to hold back his tears. The king let go of his son's arms, watching as Noctis took a step back, his face turning away from him.

“Or until you die, right?” Noctis repeated his words and Regis wasn't sure what to say anymore.

“Until king Regis isn't able to walk anymore, until he is bed ridden and can't even feed himself. Until his body is so broken you can't even see me anymore. What then dad? What then?” Noctis looked back at his father, the tears now running down his cheeks even though he was trying so hard to ignore them.

“You are dying, dad. I been watching you die since I can remember. Every time I look at that wall you created, all I can think of its about how it is slowly killing you. You are hardly able to stand on your own now, and there is no more time you can buy. Niflheim its not going to stop, and I'm sick and tired of watching you die in front of me. You have done everything to protect me, every single day of my life. I'm grateful for that, but you are still dying. And I cannot stand the fact that I can stop that, that I can stop you from dying if I just do this.”

“I can't watch you die anymore. I want to see you more, I want to think about how my father is not going to die because his useless son did something to stop it. I will do this dad, and I'll do it with the same strength you have to protect me. I don't want you to die, please. I can't let you die.”

Regis could do nothing but to pull his son into a hug, a hug that was quickly returned by Noctis. The king was trying not to cry, he needed to be strong, stronger than ever. He was proud of his son, proud of who he was and it hurt him to see him like this. He was doubting his decision now, because Noctis was so sure of what needed to be done, than maybe, it was his pride what had gotten in the way. The pride he had for his son, the pride and strength he had to protect him. If only life was easier for Noctis. If only.

The soft melody filled the large room, it echoed against the walls as the violin dragged the melody to its peak and the piano angrily hit the keys. The blues and blacks in the room only further increased the contrast of the mood in the room, dread. There were hardly any guests and the few that had been invited weren't even speaking among each others. The hostesses wore black cocktail dresses and held trays with champagne but were not smiling or chatting, in fact they didn't even looked comfortable while doing their job.

Regardless of the situation, the ballroom was beautiful. A glass wall showcased the whole city, allowing a perfect video of the beautiful Insomnia underneath them. The black table clothes adording the tables had classic insomnia symbols and golden decorations on top. The lighting was kept dim, allowing for the blue candles around the whole room to create a quiet and serious mood. The black and blue marble floor had been polished allowing for the ceiling chandeliers to reflect against it. Lastly, the paintings of the gods hung tall on the walls. It wasn't really a room to celebrate a wedding, but its what the king deemed deserving for this.

Noctis watched through the large windows as the Niflheim guests started to arrive. The white cars stopped one after another, allowing the guests to come out as the crowd down below cheered and took pictures of this extraordinary day in history. Because finally, after so many years there would be peace, no more wars, no more fear. Everything would be over. The raven grabbed one of the champagne glasses as one of the hostessed walked by and quickly downed it, ignoring the hissing it caused in his throat.

“You sure look happy.”

Noctis turned his head away from the window, meeting Prompto's weak smile. Ignis was standing next to the blond along with Gladio. The three friend wore their kingsglaive uniforms, even though they were still not considered so, his father had allowed as his bodyguards. The raven could only chuckle, knowing his friend was only trying to cheer him up, even though he was we aware of what was happening tonight. Unlike his friends he didn't wear a battle uniform but a fine tailored black suit that fit him perfectly.

“Hey, just say the word and we can bail, okay? The king already told us it was okay.” Gladio nodded, walking over to place a comforting hand on Noctis' shoulder.

“Like is that easy.” Noctis shook his head, gently pushing his fist against Gladio's chest.

“Well, your father did mention it Noct. It is an option.” Ignis crossed his arms over his chest, giving the prince a firm nod.

“I know, I know...my old man told me too. But I was the one that told him I was fine with this whole deal.”

“That's why you trying to get drunk?” Gladio laughed quietly, and gently pushed the prince with his shoulder.

“Well, as I see it I recently turned eight-teen and this is the first party I was able to attend that has alcohol. So, all is fair.” Noctis smiled and was about to reach for another glass but Prompto quickly jumped in to stop him.
“Oh nooo, we need you sober for this and you look like a light weight.”

“As amazing as this might sound, I have to agree with Prompto.”

Prompto almost jumped in glee when Ignis for once sided with him, that was something rare and worth celebrating. The group lightly laughed, and Noctis smiled quietly. He was grateful that he could at least do this with his friends next to him. It made things a bit easier, even if not by much.

The laughter ended when the ballroom doors were opened by two guards and a group of people dressed in white stepped in. King Regis stood from his chair and glanced over at his son with a nod. Noctis nodded back and gave his friends one last smile before walking towards his father to greet their guests of honor.

The Neflheim group moved as a unit, their elegant white outfits looking extremely out of place with the dark atmosphere. Noctis' eyes widened when he noticed Luna in the group, not only her but also Ravus. He wasn't expecting neither of them to be attending, and even if they were why didn't Niflheim mentioned it? Bringing Luna here was extremely risky even if there was a treaty in between them already.

Emperor Iedolas was the one taking the lead in the group, but next to him there was a man with a smile, a condescending smile. Someone that Noctis did not know yet. He also wore a white outfit, although his was a bit more casual than the rest of his peers.

Luna was staring at her old friend, a small, sad smile on her lips. She bowed along with the rest of the group minus their emperor. King Regis lightly bowed his head in return and Noctis did the same. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating and now Noctis knew why his father hated political meetings with the enemy. Even though they were to be at “peace” it didn't feel like there was any, at least not yet.

“Ah! Insomnia, what a beautiful city. But so gloomy, even this room captures the essence so well!” The smiling man was the one to break the silence.

“Yes, it is an amazing city, truly worth the protection.” The emperor agreed.

“I'm glad my city pleases you, if this goes well you are welcome to come back.” King Regis did not mean that, and Noctis could tell and found himself with a half smile at his father's words.

“For sure king Regis...” The emperor's eyes turned to Noctis then, his bony fingers gently stroking his beard. “You must be the prince, am I correct?”

Noctis lightly bowed his head like his father, answering the emperor this way. Well, his ill manners were known all across the kingdoms so this did not come as a surprise to his father. The emperor was soon blocked by the smiling man, and he dramatically bowed in front of Noctis, leaving the prince at lost. He blinked in confusion, looking at the man in front of him with slight embarrassment. He felt awkward and had to fight the urge to tell the other to stop.

“Prince Noctis, we meet at last...”The man was still smiling, looking like this was the best day of his life. “Ardyn Izunia, at your service.”

Oh.

It all made sense now. Noctis glanced over at his father who simply nodded and looked away, the hold on his cane tightening with obvious rage that wasn't showing on his face.

“Pleasure to meet you, chancellor.” Noctis' tone did not change, it remained neutral and straight forward.

The chancellor stood then, his arms in the air as he sighed loudly. “I thought this was supposed to be a celebration, but it feels more like someone is dying. Does peace mean so little to the Lucis family?”

“Considering that I'm going through with this, I wouldn't think so chancellor.” Noctis fought the glare in his eyes but his face was too honest.

“Ah, didn't mean to upset you my prince. Merely stating the fact that this party would wish for anyone to be dead.”

“If we are done here. I would like to get this over with.” King Regis interrupted, looking from the chancellor to the emperor.

“Of course, but as you know the wedding comes first, then the signing.” Iedolas smiled at the king, with a hidden intention the king couldn't quite pin point.

“I'm well aware, if you could follow me.”

Noctis turned to walk next to his father, ignoring how Ardyn walked next to him with the emperor on the other side as well. Gladio, Ignis and Prompto were already standing near a heavy, and long wooden table. The table had no chairs and only two pieces of paper on top. The documents were written with extreme precision and beauty, each ink stroke flowing with the next to write down the legal wedding treaty.

“No ceremony?” Ardyn snigger only earned a louder stomp of Regis' cane as he moved around the table, followed by the emperor.

“Given the circumstances and the short notice. I'm afraid this is the best we could do, if you wish to have an extravagant ceremony later on, you are welcome to plan it yourself chancellor. Here, in Insomnia, as the treaty states. You can wed my son but neither one of you are leaving the city.”

Noctis did read the treaty with care, and his father did have more than a couple of requests and arguments with it. It took around two weeks for the two parties to agree with everything, but one of the major points was that Noctis was to stay in Insomnia and the chancellor was more than welcome to stay here as well, but in no point was Noctis allowed to leave the city, not without Neflheim's permission or his father's. It made Insomnia a permanent prison for real, before it was his home but now Noctis was never allowed to leave it, even after becoming king himself.

“Understandable...” Ardyn nodded, glancing over at the prince with a smirk this time. “I'll make sure to make plans then.”

Regis ignored what the other said, his patience already wearing thin. Instead he waited for the emperor to read over the wedding papers, nothing but formalities in between a royal wedding. Once Iedolas, he handed Ardyn one of the engraved, metal pens to dip in the ink and sign. Regis did the same, except he hesitated to let go when Noctis grabbed the pen. The raven looked at his father, giving him one last smile before taking the pen from his fingers. The prince signed the paper, his signature looking for sure more refined next to Ardyn's. The two documents were signed and then quickly placed in a black leather binding with the Insomnia crest on top.

“Now that we are done with this, we can move to the other signing.” Regis motioned for the next papers to be brought over, but that was cut short when the building started to shake before a loud explosion was heard.

Noctis held onto the table, reaching over for his father so he wouldn't fall, but another explosion and the building shaking once more made him almost lose his footing. What the hell was happening?! Before the raven could react a third explosion happened, this one being strong enough to shatter the windows in the ballroom. The guests were screaming and running towards the exit by now, while the kingsglaive came rushing through the doors.

The raven watched as Niflheim's soldiers used ropes to come swinging inside the building through the broken windows. Each one armed with guns and shooting at sight. King Regis was already using a barrier to protect the innocent guests and himself, along with his son. But that wasn't enough when a Niflheim's battle ship showed itself, opening the gates to allow a horde of deamons to jump inside the ballroom.

Noctis narrowed his eyes, his weapon already at hand as he easily warp to impale one of the deamons against the wall and away from some of the guests. The deamons were even attacking the invading soldiers, not taking into consideration that it was them who brought them here. By now his friends were already fighting as well, trying to cut the distance in between themselves and Noctis.

Noctis hardly had time to react when the deamons moved towards the Niflheim guests, one of them aiming for Luna as the oracle tried to keep her distance. Before the raven could even think twice, he warped in front of her, his sword easily slicing open the deamon until it stopped moving.

“Are you okay?” Noctis turned to face Luna but she was no longer there. The blond was nowhere to be seen at all. Instead Noctis found himself quickly parrying a blow from a sword this time, Ravus being at the other end.

“It is a pleasure to see that you are doing so well...” Ravus hissed quietly and used his strength to push Noctis back just for the raven to quickly dodge. The attacks were merciless though, coming one after the other and not giving Noctis much time to react at all, when he finally saw an opening it was too late. One of the soldiers managed to come closer enough to the prince to use his arm as a taser, shocking the other until his body was paralyzed. The soldier kept going, the taser going, not stopping until a light smoke was coming from the prince.

Noctis fell on his knees, hearing the muffled screams of his friends. He blinked once, and twice before an arm around his waist easily picked him up and dragged him across the floor. The raven could hear himself breathing, but his vision was blurry and he could hardly hear what was happening around him. The marble floor was soon replaced with cold metal and the hand around his waist was pulling him closer to the much larger body as a hand held onto his jaw, forcing him to look at the deamons as they kept attacking his father and his friend.

“Take a good look...” The voice was next to his wear. “This would be the last time you see them, I can promise you that love.” Something warm pressed against his cheek, Noctis not registering the fact that it was a kiss. He kept staring at the scene in front of him, until a pair of metal doors blocked his vision. The last things he was able to see was his father running towards the broken window, his limping body trying to reach out for him and everything eventually went dark.

Ardyn kept the unconscious prince close to himself, even after they were out of danger. He couldn't help himself but to stroke the thick, raven locks. Noctis' hair was so very soft, it went so well with his smooth pale skin and slim form. He was just, so perfect. The chancellor smirked, his face resting on top of the raven's as he took in his scent. Yes, perfect.

Not only were they able to take the prince himself, but also the crystal. Everything was going according to his little scheme. How fun.

Noctis woke up cold. Well, cold would be an understatement, he was freezing. The raven found himself sitting on a large bed with thick blankets, yet he didn't feel warm at all. He was shaking and his lips were trembling. He was still wearing his suit from the party, minus the shoes, but being fully clothed did not help his situation at all. He wasn't sure where he was, or where this was. All he knew was that it was extremely cold, colder than anything he had ever experienced.

“Ah, you are awake. Perfect.”

The raven turned his attention towards one of the fancy chairs near the fireplace. There wasn't a fire going, and honestly Noctis wished there was. Ardyn was smiling at him, looking at him with a glee in his eyes.

“Oh my, you are shaking, maybe the climate change is a bit too much for you. I heard winters in Insomnia are not harsh after all.”

Noctis could only glare in return, his shaking form already getting ready for battle. “What the fuck am I doing here?”

“Oh, well you see. I honestly couldn't agree with some of the terms your father argued with us. So we decided to agree with most, but then take you with us.”

“That's breaking the treaty.” Noctis hissed, glaring at the easy going demeanor the other had.

“Well, not quite. The treaty does say that you cannot leave without our leader's approval, unless an emergency presents itself and I just took it upon myself to consider the deamon attack an emergency.” Ardyn shrugged his shoulders and stood up, slowly and tauntingly moving towards the raven.

“You were the ones that caused that deamon attack!”

Noctis' shouting only earned a half shrug from the chancellor this time.

“Eh, details...” Ardyn laughed quietly. “Still the emperor considers our treaty still in motion, and quite honestly I believe it is in your best interest to follow it as well.”

“And why is that?” Noctis' glared only became deadlier as the chancellor moved closer until he was sitting on the bed in front of Noctis.

“Because, my beloved Noctis. The crystal is no longer in your father's possession. The wall has fallen, we can easily go in and destroy what's left of Insomnia, along with your father and I'll make sure to drag his half dead body all the way over here for you to watch as it is eaten alive by deamons.”

Noctis' body went stiff, not even moving when the chancellor moved closer and his tone became sinister and dark. He couldn't even bring himself to pull away when Ardyn's hand reached for his face, holding it like it was made of glass.

“You have no idea how long I have waited...” The hand was gently caressing his cheek, and Ardyn's thumb was now ghosting over his bottom lip. Not daring to touch them yet.

Noctis wanted to move, he wanted to scream in rage and attack the other, but the idea of what the other was saying being true stopped him. If the crystal was indeed gone, and the wall was no longer there...then Ardyn was right. The old wall was still there but that was going to take whatever was left of his father, and he couldn't lose him. He also just couldn't bring himself to do anything, he was petrified of what the other was saying. It felt wrong, and he couldn't explain why. It just felt so wrong, it made him feel so disgusting. The way Ardyn was looking at him made him feel so self-conscious he couldn't even hold eye contact with the other.

“I been watching you very close Noctis. I been watching you grow since you were very small. You were so cute back then as well...”

The raven felt a heavy shudder running down his spine, his lips now trembling against the thumb that was now pressing against the plump skin there. Ardyn was leaning closer, his face only a couple of inches away from the prince.

“You were a weak, shy child. Such a shame what happened to you and your mother, but I cannot deny that you looked very endearing back then as well. Looking so sad and vulnerable, almost as vulnerable as you are right now. Because you will do as I say my little prince, and you will do it for your home and your duty as the next king. That is unless, you want to be responsible for the fall of your kingdom.”

Noctis hissed quietly, his body snapping back to reality as he glared at the other and quickly turned his head away from the hand holding his face. He struggle to keep distance in between himself and Ardyn but the older male only reacted by pulling him closer by his waist, keeping one of his arms around his waist to pull the the prince against his chest, while his other hand held tightly onto his jaw.

“Do you understand?” The question was more forceful this time, and the long fingers were digging against the flesh on his cheeks. “You will cease this behavior and you will welcome our marriage, my little prince. Am I clear?”

Noctis kept glaring, if looks could kill the chancellor would had been buried six feet underground by now. The silence stretched thin, feeling almost like an eternity until the raven nodded his head, his glare never leaving the other even after agreeing with him.

“Wooonderful.” Ardyn smirked, letting go of Noctis jaw until the prince seem to relax just to lean in and kiss him this time. He smiled against the kiss, feeling Noctis' hand pushing and shoving but he didn't budge, and when the prince tried to warp out of the kiss by summoning a dagger Ardyn caught him midway by his throat. He shoved the raven back onto the bed, watching him struggle and gasp for air. But Ardyn wasn't done, he leaned in to kiss Noctis once more, feeling as he struggle underneath him.

Everything just felt so...perfect.

<3 <3 <3

and that's it for now! I hope I can get to the juicy parts soon eue

I decided to make Noctis younger as I needed Regis to be younger and a bit stronger than during the game, since I want him to fight and rescue his son (งಠ_ಠ)ง and his concept art from when he was younger is bad ass, he looks like a BAMF yakuza dude.

Noctis just turned 18, which made him legal in Insomnia and Niflheim. Which is what Ardyn was waiting for.

Luna was indeed an illusion created by Ardyn to distract Noctis.

Lastly, I have an ending for this story already but what happens in between is up to OP. If OP wants heavy non-con and noctis slowly breaking that can be added all along the way <3 I'm here to please.

Feel free to go anywhere you like with this, no, really.

Bonus points for Ardyn still being sent as the Envoy (as per Kingsglaive), but on a whim decides that he should marry Noctis instead of Luna, because why the hell not?

Pregame/Brotherhood timeline. Prompto and Noctis drunk frotting desperately while Ignis just tries to get them in bed and to sleep off the alcohol in their systems. He isn't paid enough for this. (He kind of likes it.)

Yes please to all the heavy non-con!! You are too kind. ♥

I love so many things about this already! Noctis and his father's relationship is so heartbreaking, they're both trying to protect the other but don't know how. Or Noctis' interactions with his friends even on such a difficult day are so cute. ;_; And then there's all the little details like that guard being afraid to keep Noctis from going in to see his father because he knows he'll lose hahaha! Or Noctis drinking with the excuse that it's the first party he's been at since he's turned eighteen.

My favorite part so far definitely has to be Ardyn kidnapping Noctis away and threatening him into compliance though. W-why is Ardyn being so evil and cruel so very very hot. *coughs* Thank you so much for this wonderful fill! I will be waiting excitedly to see where you take it from here! (And very much looking forward to Ardyn doing even more evil things...)

I just can't believe there isn't more content featuring this silver-haired, pretty eyed twink!

Noctis had awful sleeping habits. He loved sleeping—loved to relax, nap, close his eyes and doze off, and otherwise laze around. He just enjoyed doing it at inopportune times, instead of during nighttime when the rest of the world went to sleep.

He was the last one awake, as usual. That’s how it had been for a while now, since his dad died.

Gladio was usually the first; he had a very structured sleep schedule, and just like clockwork, would turn in to bed at the exact same time every night. Prompto would follow, giving in with a series of little yawns and a big stretch, and he’d slap Noct across the shoulder and retreat into their shared tent.

Ignis would usually stay up the latest, and sometimes they’d talk, but more often they would just sit in silence around the fireplace. Ignis knew him well, sometimes knew Noctis better than he did himself, and the presence, the simple silent companionship, was exactly what he needed.

“Noct,” Ignis said, as he rose to go to bed, “remember, don’t leave the campsite. Don’t go wandering around alone at night.”

“Mmm,” Noctis acknowledged, staring into the bright fire.

“Noctis,” the words repeated, more sternly.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Noctis said this time, waving a hand dismissively.

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Of course, Noctis never listened.

He shifted in his camp chair, impatient. The magic in his veins got restless, sometimes, told Noctis that he needed to move, needed to pull out his sword and stab something. It was quiet, except for Gladio’s faint snores coming from the tent, and the crackle of the fire as it began to die down into smoldering embers.

Noctis was starting to feel tired, but instead of getting sleepy, it had the opposite effect. He felt alive, he wanted, needed to get out of here, to pretend that his life wasn’t spinning him toward kingship and trying to save his country. The blood of the ancient kings put the magic in him, and sometimes it pushed him in directions that he didn’t understand, but was helpless to resist.

He sighed, stood up from his chair, grabbed a lantern, and prowled off into the night, unsure of where he was going or to what purpose, just knowing he couldn’t be here.

Noctis had done this countless nights, and he’d always been fine. He knew daemons lurked in the night, but after all of Ignis’s lectures, and with zero consequence, the idea of danger had turned into an abstract one, one that was constantly mentioned but never seemed real.

Tonight was different, and Noctis felt so fucking alive.

The first daemon had almost snuck up on him; it oozed wetly out of the ground, and it was only the sudden surge of Noct’s magical instinct that made him spin, pull his sword out of mid-air, and warp through the creature even as it pounced, his lantern tossed to the side, tipped over, spilling pale light over the battle scene.

This was what Noctis had been seeking—it was just him, in the darkness, the dark thrill of danger urging him on. There was never just one daemon of course, more appeared, silently and darkly, and he met them head on. Noct’s blade ran wet with dark, oozing viscera. Hot black blood seared the ground, a streak of it burned brilliantly as it sprayed across Noct’s face when he took one out with a vicious slice through the belly.

Power of the Lucii ran through him, pushed him forward, made him bold. This was what Noctis was made to do, on the most primal of levels. Even as complex as the crown prince, boy turned king, could be—when it came down to it, he was a fucking weapon, a weapon for the people to use against the darkness.

He wrenched a dagger out of the air, tossed it, sliced through the head of a goblin, spun mid-air, warped through another one, and landed, panting for breath, covered in gore and sweat, full of battle-induced adrenaline. There were daemon parts scattered about him, others had melted back into piles of fluid and gore, staining the dark ground even darker against the still-flickering lantern.

Crouched down, one palm against the ground for support, the other covering his face as he frantically panted for breath, Noctis was vulnerable. He let his guard down, for a split moment, and then it was too late. Traveling at night was dangerous, and he was alone, and his magic was surging, but Noct’s magic couldn’t be entirely trusted.

Noctis felt something surge into him, something wild and clawing and frantic, and he lost his balance. His legs shook, the hand bracing himself slipped, and he fell face forward into the slick grass. There was a moment of clarity, a moment where Noctis felt the dampness of the grass, wet with moisture and slick daemon blood, against his face, as the hot mass leapt onto him, shoved his face down, clambered over him. Noctis closed his eyes, concentrated, called to his magic to warp away—but nothing happened.

The moment of clarity faded, and the sudden panic of being pinned down, alone, in the dark, by a blood-thirsty daemon rushed through him.

Noctis tried to steady himself, hands grasping to find purchase on the slick ground, to steady himself enough to throw the daemon off and get to his feet, but instead he felt something—claws?—in his hair, pressing his face deeper into the mucked ground. The dark scent of gore and death and blood filled his lungs as he choked a little, tried to breathe in but got chunks of gore and blades of grass stuck to his face instead.

The weight on him was heavy, wet, hot, and as he felt claws pinning down his hands, as he pawed desperately, hopelessly for purchase on slick ground, air, anything, Noctis realized he was trapped.

He was going to fucking die here.

There was never just one daemon.

Noctis tried to kick his legs, but a second weight pressed him down, landing on his lower back and holding him down, and his kicking legs were rendered useless too. There was a sudden burning jolt of pain rushing through him as something impaled his leg, cutting through flesh and utterly pinning him. He tried to cry out, but he couldn’t get enough breath into his lungs, he was half-suffocated against the ground.

Noctis closed his eyes, thought of his friends, of his dad, of Luna—they were going to fucking eat him, and then Prince Noctis, King Noctis now, would be a daemon too, and it would be over for the fucking magic of Lucii.

But it never came—the swift death, at least.

Instead, he felt claws, rough and wet, raking across his back. There was an explosion of pain, and Noctis groaned, but it wasn’t a death blow. He was aware that in this position, a daemon could destroy him in one fatal blow, could devour him without thinking. This was almost playful, like they were toying with him.

He felt the cold air even through the warmth of whatever was pinning him down; the talons had raked deep welts into his back, shredded the fabric of his shirt, and bared his ruined skin to the world. He could feel the sting, too, from where coolness met the wet blood that was running down his back. Still, he wasn’t dead, and Noctis hung on, desperately, for dear life, begging whatever gods would listen, his ancestors, his friends, anyone, to let him live through this.

The thought quickly turned into newly laced fear though, because there was a clawed hand in his hair, pushing his head down, forcing Noct to frantically gasp, gulp at the air through blood and dirt, and he was suddenly intensely aware of claws back again, raking down his legs, over his ass, scratching and ripping fabric as they moved.

Everything hurt – he was losing blood. Noctis almost welcomed it, because blissfully blackness would be nice. He wasn’t getting enough air in; his lungs were heaving, chest burning, and pain everywhere. But that would be too kind, and Noctis hissed when, suddenly, he was pulled, felt an unnatural limb, one that had too many joints, moved too fluidly, burned too hotly, lift him up onto his knees.

Noct was almost grateful, his head lifting off the ground finally, and he caught a few desperate, frantic gulps of the cold night air. It burned in his lungs, but the spinning world steadied for a moment. That might not have been a good thing, though, because Noct was aware that he was practically naked, his clothing hanging off him in wrecked, torn strips, and suddenly he knew.

“Fuck,” he managed to choke out, filled with a sudden new frantic desperation to get the fuck away, as realizing dawned over him, “come on, just let me go—“ he didn’t know why he was talking to daemons of all things, babbling on like a pathetic child. Noct’s hands and legs were scrambling again for purchase, but there were claws on his hips, pinning him, holding him steady, and Noct’s magic failed him again, sapped him of energy, left him a weakened, pathetic husk of a king.

If Noctis wanted to cry out, though, he was silenced suddenly, swiftly, as there was a fucking claw shoved roughly between his lips. His instinct was to bite down, but there was something between his legs, too, and with a pang of humiliation, it wrapped around his limp cock, stroking him into life.

Betrayed by his magic again, betrayed by his body, betrayed by everything, Noctis fucking hated himself as he began to react, despite it all.

He couldn’t cry, he was too goddamn tired, worn too thin. The claw in his mouth moved mockingly, thrust between his lips, pressed sharply against the back of his throat, and Noctis choked, gagged, saliva and blood spilling from his lips and dribbling down his chin. He was getting hard; whatever was touching him was hot and slick—probably with blood, but it still felt good. He was in so much pain, the good feelings were almost overwhelming, and Noctis couldn’t help but buck into it, his hips moving even as his mind screamed for them to still.

He realized there were eyes on him, red and burning eyes, and Noctis wanted to look away. But, he felt compelled, forced his head up. There was a daemon in front of him, dark and shadowy. Its eyes swirled with something—Noct didn’t think daemons could feel anything except hunger, but this wasn’t the hunger he expected. This was—something else. He took a deep, shaking breath of air as the daemon’s claws wrenched free from his mouth, finally, cutting his lip cruelly as they withdrew.

The relief was momentary.

His lips free, there was nothing preventing Noctis from outright moaning as a second rough appendage joined the first, wrapping around his length. He was fully hard now, throbbing with a desire that didn’t make any sense, because Noctis desperately wanted this to end. But the daemon—daemons?—whatever it was, was stroking him with precise movements, driving him forward, making him desperate.

Something thin and wriggling and hot snaked between his legs, over his ass, and Noctis clenched. But he was helpless, his legs were spread apart, and just as he was impaled by a daemon from behind, there was a smoking, dripping hand on his chin, wrenching his head up again.

Noctis closed his eyes, glowing purple-tinged with the magic that wouldn’t avail to him, as the daemon in front of him pushed past his eager lips, fucking his face with an appendage that was phallic in nature, but wholly alien. Whatever was behind him was pushing desperately into his ass, and it was only the slickness of blood and gore that kept Noctis from tearing in half, from screaming, from passing out from the pain.

He didn’t know how long he was suspended this way. All Noct knew was that his jaw was numb, his ass burned, there were claws digging into his hips and cutting his scalp as they clawed through his hair. And the strokes on his cock kept him there, grounded in the moment, experiencing it all.

Noct desperately didn’t want to come, didn’t want to give these creatures the satisfaction. But whatever was on his cock felt so good. The strokes were almost delicate, base-to-tip, with a tiny brush into the head of his cock, spreading slick precum. Noct was tense, overstimulated, hurting. When another harsh daemonic hand brushed over his balls, cupping and pulling in time with the strokes, he felt the fire coiling in his belly.

Noct managed to hold back the tears of shame as he came, spurting hot and wetly across his belly and the grass underneath him. He felt bitterness in his mouth, and the the creature in front of him withdrew, and he fell forward, face-first, into the grass.

Whatever was behind him lingered, and the pain blossomed in front of Noct’s eyes, even as his over-sensitive cock rubbed against the grass, sending little jolts of pleasure stabbing through his belly again.

Finally, Noctis heard a strange hiss, felt a shudder, claws raked his back, and there was a strange warmth inside of him.

As quickly as it had begun, it was over—and as he swam in and out of consciousness, Noctis finally realized they were gone; he was alone.

The sun was nearly rising by the time Noctis managed to pick himself up. His clothes were shredded; he was mostly naked. He’d managed to clean himself up in a nearby stream, to wash himself clean of his own fluids, the blood, gore, and other mess all over him. He picked himself up, grabbed the abandoned lantern, still tipped on its side, though its light had long extinguished, and limped back to the campsite to down a potion and catch as much sleep as he could.

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The next night didn’t stop him. Noctis waited until the others were asleep, and headed into the night.

This time, nothing caught him by surprise, and he noticed the flash of recognition in the daemon’s red, eerily humanoid eyes, as he ran his sword through it, decimated it, and then stabbed it a few extra times for good measure.

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(note: sorry, this took on a whole other direction than I wanted it to! it's probably super obvious who wrote this if anyone's read any of my stuff on AO3/tumblr since i fucking love writing noct's magic with a mind of its own, and noct's magic wanted him to get fucked by daemons tonight. thanks anyway if you read this shit, lmao)

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Prompt Post

Gen or Any, Roleswap AU

Fill: Dub-con? I mean it's blackmail, so

Cor/Yojimbo, Fighting, Blood

Cor/Yojimbo, Fighting, Blood

Cor/Regis, Attraction

OP!

Re: OP!

Re: OP!

Re: Nyx/Noctis, Sparring leads to them making out

Part Two

Re: Part Two

Re: Part Two

Anyone/Prompto, weight gain

Seclusion 1-??

Seclusion 2-??

Seclusion AN!

Ardyn/Noctis, arranged marriage

Prompto/Noctis + Ignis, exhibitionism

OP here!

Anyone male/Dino, literally anything

FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 1 / ??

FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 2 / ??

FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 3 / ??

FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 4 / ??

FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 5/5 !!!