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looooooooooooooooooooool im going to hell

BUT IT'S NOT A KINKMEME WITHOUT SOME INCEST, AMIRITE

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"This is so weird," Noctis says, already glassy-eyed and flushed. He breathes deeply, holding each lungful for a count of four before exhaling, trying not to pant or hyperventilate.

"Yes, thank you for your cutting insight, Noctis," Regis says dryly. He's also flushed, although less so then Noctis -- just a dusting of red along high cheekbones and the proud bridge of his nose, his eyes dilated black. "Did you drink enough water?"

Noctis rolls his eyes and flops backward onto the bed, melodramatic as always. bhen he hisses and wriggles. "Yeah, I had a bottle of Gladio's stupid electrolyte drink. I'm hydrated. And have lots of electrolytes."

Regis has to chuckle. "I'm impressed by your foresight," he says, and kneels next to Noctis on the bed. As his scent gets stronger, he finds his misgivings fading. They aren't gone, not completely, but they retreat to the back of his mind. "Tell me if you become uncomfortable, all right?"

Noctis wriggles again, pointedly. "I'm uncomfortable now."

"If anything hurts," Regis corrects. He watches a bead of sweat slide down Noctis' forehead into a tuft of hair above his ears. It reminds him of the last time Noctis was sick, miserably feverish as he huddled in the blankets drinking soup with shaky hands; Regis heated it from a can for him, unable to make anything from scratch due to the large number of Council meetings that week. Even now he's acutely aware of the passage of time, although soon that awareness will be superseded by the rut.

"I kind of," Noctis says, squirming. His voice is already pitched higher, edging toward a whimper. "I kind of -- I want --"

Regis feels the wave roll over him, senses blooming: the sweet lush scent of an omega in heat, the silky slide of high-count cotton under his hands, Noctis' heavy eager breaths.

"Shh," Regis hears himself say as if from underwater, one step removed. "I have you."

Noctis whines, arching his neck and spreading his knees; his eyes widen at his own boldness. Regis rumbles reassurance as well as he can, although he never quite got the hang of a good growl so it comes out as a rasping purr. Noctis melts under him anyway, all omega-pliant and eager, the pale enticing column of his throat just there for marking. Regis nuzzles into it and breathes deep. He's achingly hard and acutely aware that Noctis must be the same, only also wet and slick, aching for a knot.

So strange, he thinks distantly, listening to Noctis moan, feeling the coolness of buttons under his fingers as he undresses himself, then Noctis. This is all so strange.

Bodies bared to the air, the omega-scent is nearly overwhelming.

Noctis looks up at him, pupils dilated to make his eyes into black wells of want, mouth open and wet and panting. Kissing isn't really something the heat encourages; in terms of instinct all that really matters is the knot, but Regis has nearly fifty years of socialization telling him otherwise. He brushes his mouth over Noctis', once and twice, meeting their shy pressure with his own experience until they break off into just resting cheek to cheek.

"All right?" Regis asks.

"Yes," Noctis hisses, and hooks his ankles over the backs of Regis' knees. "Please."

Regis is slim, a relatively small man, and despite being an alpha he's proportional. Even with this being Noctis' first heat, he doesn't need to be stretched more than the bare minimum; Regis does so quickly as Noctis babbles above him, then moves close and thrusts in.

Noctis cries out. Regis nearly stops then -- nearly panics and withdraws, even deep in the rut, but then he catches a glimpse of Noctis' face tight with ecstasy, and a surge of vicious satisfaction surges through him.

I did not need to know what Noctis sounds like when he'd being taken, Regis thinks somewhere in the back of his mind, in the clear area behind the red fog of lust. Noctis is loud, sharp little whines and cries as Regis ruts into him, wet and hot and tight as he clenches around Regis' cock, each movement sinking the heat-rut smell deeper into their skin. The noises rise into a wail as Regis' knot emerges, locking them together, and Regis has to rub soothingly at Noctis' leg as it trembles against his ribs.

They're in a bit of an awkward position, Regis realizes, Noctis curled up on his back and Regis perched over him; now that his head is a little clearer (not much, but a little) he feels the fatigue in his shoulders from supporting his weight.

Noctis gasps when he pulls back; Regis breathes helplessly through the brutal pulse of pleasure as his knot tugs against where they're locked together, and he's much more careful afterward as he maneuvers them until Noctis able to sit slumped against his torso as Regis lies against the headboard. Noctis' breaths are hot against his collarbone, and there is still a stiff warmth pressed against Regis' belly. That's fine, Regis thinks, already sinking back under, buried beneath the rising scent of Noctis' renewed heat: this is only the first round.

***

In the end it takes nearly the entire night for the heat to finish. Noctis comes three times, once rocking frantically in Regis' lap clenching around his knot, once on Regis' fingers with his hands wound tightly in Regis' hair, and once on his knees as Regis mounted him, down on his elbows with his face pressed to the mattress as he moaned. It takes another eight hours for the heat bond to fade, reason slowly filtering back as they eat and nap, then do laundry and shower and eat again.

"So weird," Noctis mutters when the last of the pheromones work their way out of their systems and they're back to being just family again.

"Hurry up and get married, then," Regis says just to watch Noctis choke on a sip of water, and then takes mercy and pats him on the back.

"Dad," Noctis groans, greatly aggrieved; Regis laughs.

OP - Oooh man, I am so glad I decided to check on round one! Thank you for filling my depraved prompt, anon! Haha I love everything about this. Regis' "Get married then" was especially funny.

This was excellent, anon. I love overly-complicated royal titles (lol at Noctis's)

Okay, but this fascinates me tho. (And I know this is thinking waaaay too hard about a kinky a/b/o thing, but) I can't help but wonder what the ~common folk~ think about this arrangement. Like, I bet you this old tradition has fallen out of practice in all but the aristocracy (because the nobles are really the only ones that need to be so strict about lineage -- especially the line of Lucis), so I'm imagining all these gossip magazines and think pieces about Prince Noctis being around the age for his First Heat and there being this knowledge that the nobility is hoping everyone will quietly ignore that means the King is gonna fuck his own son, and everyone takes delight in talking about how weird royalty is.

/rambling /headcanoning

This was great, btw. ^^;

Filllanon here: so glad you liked it!! Lmao it's my firm belief that Regis is like, full on dork dad of epic proportions. He probably makes bad puns. He loves to troll Noctis.

Fillanon here - ooo what a great idea!! I love worldbuilding so this is real good. QUIETLY IGNORING HOW THE KING IS GONNA FUCK HIS OWN SON I'm. Laughing so much ajdjhshhdajhf BUT TRULY THIS IS HOW IT WOULD BE.

Thanks <3

Prompto had been sitting on the couch at Noct’s place playing video games for most the day. Noctis had called him early in the day so early in fact Prompto had thought something was wrong. Noct had insisted that the only thing wrong was he was bored out of his mind. Prompto cursed as he lost again he was normally good at this game.
“Wow man you are really off today” Noct said putting his controller aside getting off the couch to wander towards the kitchen to rummage throw the fridge.
“I know” was the mumbled replied as Prompto followed his best friend to lean against the kitchen counter
“Everything ok?”
“yeah” It was a lie he had been worrying all day, he and Nyx have been friends for a few weeks now which was great, however Nyx was out of town on a glaive mission and should of returned yesterday they made plans that Nyx would call Prompto the day after he got back and they would catch up, that was today. Prompto hadn’t heard a thing which made him think of the worst possible outcomes even though he knew Nyx was probably just tired or wasn’t up for company. Even so Prompto couldn’t help thinking what if his friend had been seriously hurt or worst.
“You suck at lying. What’s going on?” Noct said as he moved to sit on the counter next to him, opening his can of soda
“I… I’m worried” he should of known that lying to Noct wouldn’t work
“About?”
“Nyx was supposed to call me I’m worried he might be hurt after his mission” Prompto couldn’t help but to bit at his lip as he spoke
“Nyx? Oh right that’s the guy you’ve been spending all your time with lately”
“Don’t say it like that” Prompto could feel his face burn red in embarrassment “but seriously I’m really worried he could be dead!” now that he said it out loud his heart wouldn’t slow down ‘Nyx could be dead’ that thought kept going throw his head on a loop, Prompto didn’t notice he was shaking or how ragged his breathing was till Noctis was patting his back in a soothing motion.
“Hay Prom clam down you need to breath” Noct’s concern was clear in his voice
“I’m …sorry I didn’t… mean to get so worked up” Prompto hadn’t thought about how fond of Nyx he had become but the thought of him hurt had truly panicked him.
“Its fine… why don’t you stay here tonight and tomorrow we can go to the citadel and find out if anything happened” Noctis suggested worry still in his voice
Before Prompto could reply his phone beeped shingling a new text he quickly glanced at the screen
“It’s Nyx” he sighed in relief unlocking his phone to read the text.
‘Hi know I said I’d call but the mission was kinda rough, may have to take a rain check on dinner tonight’
‘I was worried its fine if you’re not up for going out I’m just happy to hear from you’ he typed the reply so fast, smiling he was so happy Nyx was alive. Prompto did feel kind of silly he had gotten so panicked when Nyx had never said when in the day he was going to call.
‘I probably shouldn’t go anywhere but you can come over for a bit if you want’ Prompto shyly looked up at Noctis he felt a little bad, he was going to spend the day here but he did have plans with Nyx originally.
“Hay Noct…” his question was cut off buy Noctic answering it before he could even ask
“Go see him”
“How did you know what I was going to ask?” the only reply he got was a sly smirk.

Prompto was weaving his way through the crowded streets of the lower city he looked at the map on his phone again. Prompto had never been to Nyx’s apartment before so Nyx sent him a map and a smartass comment to not get himself lost. He arrived at a tall grey building, it seems to be the right place according to the map anyway “now just got to find apartment 11b” he mumbled to himself.
Prompto knocked on the door ever second that passed he worried that it was the wrong place, he was about to leave when the door opened reveal a very tied looking, shirtless Nyx, his right shoulder and chest bandaged arm in a sling .
“You didn’t say you were hurt how bad are you going to be ok?” The words all come out in a jumble
“haha calm down I’m fine” Nyx laughed stepping aside to let Prompto inside. The place was small only one room, bed at the back wall a desk against the right wall a TV on the wall to the side an armchair that was it. Prompto now this was a poor part of town but Nyx was in the glaive he works for the king.
Nyx closed the door then turned to flop onto the armchair, he look exhausted. Prompto turn the desk chair around sitting quietly not sure what to say he had never had trouble talking to Nyx but he just couldn’t his mind was all over the place worried Nyx was clearly not in a good way, but now his was also flustered at seeing Nyx, this is the first time Prompto had seen him topless.
“So what happened to you shoulder?” Prompto question was barely above a whisper
“Arachnae it’s a kind of daemon take can use magic, I took a bad hit kind of like getting hit by lighting sent me flying landed bad an dislocated my shoulder”
“That sounds really bad” Prompto had never seen a daemon but he heard a fair about them they what one of the things that make live outside the wall so dangers
“Hay don’t look so worried it’s not as bad as it sounds, but it is nice to have someone be worried about me without yelling at me”
“Who’s been yelling at you?”
“Will I may have gottin hit saving Crowe she’s kind of pissed at me”
“For saving her?”
“She’s just worried and feels guilty she shouldn’t it was my choice” they fell into a comfortable silence eventually end up watching a movie but Prompto wasn’t paying it much attention he was lost in his own thoughts and the realization of just how important Nyx was to him.

I just wanted to say, that I'm really sorry for the delay.
I did not abandon this, but a lot came up during the last few weeks and I'm still not really happy with what I've written so far. I'll take another look over it and hopefully have it done soon.
However, with my midterms coming up it still might take some time, so again, I'm really sorry for the delay.

I know this is old as balls but I might take a crack at it

This is really ineteresting! I can't wait for more :)

Hey, I know this is old but I gotchu dude

Hey I gotchu dude. I know this is old but I got this started

A feeling of dread encompasses him as they arrive at the Caelum family estate for the first time in what seemed like ages. He used to love chasing the family dogs through the expansive property and sneaking in any wild animal he could catch until he got caught and forced to release it back into the wilderness. Noct steps out of the car and begins to gaze across the building’s exterior before stopping on a sleeping Bloodhound by one of the stone pillars, his face lighting up brightly.

“Trusty!” he shouts excitedly and runs over. He drops down to his knees and begins to scratch the dog’s belly, who’s leg begins to kick back and forth. “Look at you, wrinkly old man.”

Noctis takes the dog’s face in his hands and smooshes the hound's droopy muzzle around before rubbing their noses together. The dog sits up and stretches before flopping over onto Noctis’ lap and rolling around. The young man laughs before Ignis clears his throat in annoyance and stands with his hands on his hips.

“Up.” Ignis commands in a cold tone and immediately dusts off Noct’s clothing once the man pulls himself off the ground. “You could at least try to remain presentable.”

Noctis grumbles and gently slaps Ignis’ preening hands away. “All right already, Mom. Let's just go in and get this over with.”

Ignis groans exasperatedly and leads the younger man towards the front doors where a butler greets them. He takes Noctis by the hand and smiles deeply, telling him how good it was to see him again before letting them inside. He takes them to the main foyer and tells them he will go and announce their arrival to Noctis’ father before bowing and taking his leave. Noct lets out a deep sigh and peers around the large room, looking at the paintings and other decorations adorning the walls. The minutes fly by and Noctis begins to pace back and forth, bored and impatient, as Ignis leans against the wall with his arms folded looking stone-faced. He too eventually gets a bit frustrated and pushes away from the wall with a huff.

“Maybe I should look into this.” he says and goes to leave, but stops and shoots a look to his friend. “Do not wander off.”

Noct gives him a passive wave before groaning and sinking to his knees. A deep boredom creeping into his body, and can’t even amuse himself with his phone since Ignis confiscated it earlier. And he really wanted to text Gladio since the man wasn’t home the night prior and Ignis wouldn’t permit to visit this morning either. So he just puffs out his cheeks in annoyance and waits, waits, and waits some more. Noct hears footsteps and stands up straight but becomes perturbed when he sees it’s just a maid. Another loud groan escapes his lips.

“Young Master Noctis, it has been a while.” a deep voice speaks from behind making Noctis flinch.

Noct looks to the man and seizes up. “H, hello Mr. Amicitia s,sir.”

The ridged man stands stiffly, his arms folded behind his back and his jaw tightly clenched shut. Noctis swallows down some saliva as his throat begins to feel dry and forces a pleasant smile on his face.

“My son has spoken of you a lot lately.”

“O, oh? Hopefully good things.” Noct says and forces a small chuckle.

“Quite.” the man says and smiles making Noct want to pass out. “I am glad, that the two of you are getting along. Your father was quite pleased as well when I told him.”

Noctis forces down the urge to roll his eyes at that last part, he really doubts his father would care he met someone. “I’m sure he was.”

“Master Noctis,” Clarus begins as his posture becomes less stiff. “I know you and your father have not been on the best of terms as of late, but I assure you, he does care for you and he is proud of your success.”

“I guess.” Noctis says with a frown and watches as another maid rushes by, but this time in a frenzy. “What’s going on?”

“I am not sure.” the man says and beckons to the maid. “What is the matter, dear?”

“One of our Dams has gone into labor over three hours ago and hasn’t produced a single pup yet. She’s acting frenzied and we’re too afraid to approach her. Plus we can’t reach our vet, and we’ve already lost a litter this week and don’t want another repeat.” the maid says in a slight panic, her face slightly flushed.

Noct gets a determined look on his face and walks towards the maid. “Take me to her.” he says before turning to the silver-haired bodyguard. “If my dad decides to show himself could you tell him where I am sir?”

The man nods and Noct rushes off with the maid to the kennels where all the guard dogs are kept. The maid leads him to the pen where other maids have gathered around watching the mother dog in question. Noct instructs them to collect latex gloves for him along with an apron, clean towels, and a bowl of water. One of the maids quickly goes to fetch the items as Noct slowly unlatches the cage where the whimpering Doberman is housed. He watches her carefully as she paces in a circle before flopping down on her makeshift nest and begins to pant rapidly. His eyes drift done to her belly and watches for any sign of movement to assure him she is indeed in labor. Her belly ripples and she once again gets up with a yelp before pacing around again. The maid arrives with the requested items and Noct immediately sheds his coat and puts the apron over his front before stepping into the enclosure where the dog begins to growl. He stops moving and allows the dog to sniff his hand before stepping in completely.

“That’s a good mama, you need to relax so your babies can come out.” he coos and strokes the dog’s face before motioning for the water bowl and presenting it to her.

The dog does seem to relax after taking some drinks of water and lays down with a whimper before panting heavily again. A few moments pass, when the mother dog rises slightly and begins to whine loudly as she begins to finally push out her first pup. Excited gasps escape from the maids as they watch the birth and Noct remains vigilant in case the situation turns worse. But luckily enough it goes off without a hitch and soon a second, third, fourth, and even fifth are born. The mother dog cleans her newest addition, before stopping and begins to pant again. A sixth pup is born but the mother dog does not acknowledge it and instead returns to cleaning the fifth puppy. Noct furrows his brow and waits as a seventh is pushed out and it too is ignored. He quickly gloves up and breaks the sacs of the two puppies before holding them to their mother. A guttural growl escapes her throat as she inches away from his hand.

“Why is she doing that?” a maid asks concerned.

“She may be only capable of taking care of the five and is rejecting the other two.” Noct says sadly looking down at the two tiny newborns in his hands.

One of the maids gasp loudly and points towards the dog. Noctis looks up and sees another sac appear from the mother dog, and this one too is ignored. He snatches this one up and cleans it just as he had done with its siblings and groans in frustration when the mother again makes no acknowledgment of the newer pup.

“What should we do?” another maid asks.

“Did any of the others give birth recently? With any hope, we may be able to place them with another litter.”

They tell him about a Retriever that had given birth recently and he has them hurriedly take him to her after he bundles the puppies in a clean towel. But his heart sinks when he sees the puppies and that they are already pushing close to two weeks of age and wouldn’t be the best candidates to house the tiny newborns with. He lets out another frustrated sigh and holds the puppies closer to his chest and asks if there are any other dogs that could take them in. They all fall silent and unsure of what to do until one thinks of another potential option, tears welling in her eyes.

“What about Gerda?”

“Who’s that?” Noct asks, a slight bit of hope in his voice.

“Another one of our Dams, she gave birth at the beginning of the week but sadly they all passed not long after birth. The poor thing whimpered well into the night.”

“Take me to her.”

They quickly lead him to a kennel separate from the others where a dejected looking Rottweiler lays against the back of the pen inside a nest of blankets where she should be lovingly caring for her pups. Nocts’ heart breaks at the sight. He has a maid unlock the cage and he cautiously enters and crouches down in front of the Rottweiler who sighs pitifully but still manages to wiggle her nub. Noct takes a deep breath and slowly takes one of the pups from inside the towel and presents it to the dog, waiting guardedly to see how she responds. She gently sniffs the tiny squirming pup and becomes still, everyone watches with bated breaths. A collection of loud whimpers emits from the mother dog as she tenaciously licks the newborn in Noctis’ hand before taking it in her mouth and placing it into her nest, proceeding to completely clean it. Happy tears of joy erupt from the group as Noct repeats the same process with the other two and they too are accepted by their eager surrogate. He chokes out a minor sob, carefully rubbing the tears from his eyes on a clean part of his forearm before returning his gaze to the mother dog and pups.

“Such a good mama.” he says and strokes the joyfully quivering Rottweiler.

“Master Regis?” a maid gasps out making Noctis tense up.

He turns to look behind himself and indeed sees his father standing there along with Ignis; who frowns displeased at his dirtied appearance; and Clarus. His father eyes the new mother and pups before looking down at his son who removes his sullied gloves and apron before giving his elder a pointed look. But to Noctis shock, his father smiles wholeheartedly and chuckles softly.

“You’ve done well Doctor.”

“Thanks Dad.”

After the commotion died down and Noct had cleaned himself of afterbirth, he joins his father at one of the outdoor patio sites to enjoy a nice lunch with him and to hopefully put all prior discretions behind them.

“Noctis, I am truly sorry for not being as supportive with your life choices. I was just concerned that it would end up as a dead-end job and you wouldn’t be able to support yourself in life.”

“But it’s not, I make well enough to support myself and can easily take on more hours if I need to. Plus, I really enjoy what I do. It feels like I’m making a difference not just for the animal but for their family.”

His father smiles warmly and nods. “I saw that first hand with the dogs earlier, I know the maids were upset about the deaths earlier this week since they always look forward to taking their breaks to play with the new puppies. So to see them happy that you were able to help with the eight newborns, it made me realize that this wasn’t just some flight of fancy but something you could make into a lifelong career. So again, I am sorry Noctis and I am very proud of what you have become.”

A smile ghost across Noctis’ face, with a happy chuckle escaping his lips. “Thank you, Dad.”

The elder Caelum begins to make himself a cup of tea as a tentative look overtakes his features before halting momentarily to look upon his son. “Has anything else new changed with you recently? I would like to know of any new excitement you may have had.”

Noctis’ eyes haze over slightly, a devious thought pops into his head. He knows now shouldn’t be the time to be a little shit, since he and his father are finally getting along relatively well, but he just can’t help himself.

“Yeah, I’ve fallen in love with someone and I’m pretty sure they like me back.” he says with a slight grin as his father stirs his tea slowly. “It’s a man.”

His father doesn’t even bat an eyelash as he takes a sip of his tea, unnerving his son slightly. “I know, I was informed prior to our meeting that you and this fellow were infatuated with one another. But it’s nice to hear it come from you as well.”

Noct looks perturbed at his father, before cursing under his breath. Dammit Ignis. But a minor cough draws his attention towards the silver haired guard standing off to the side, a cheeky grin slightly adorning his face. Noctis groans slightly and slumps in his seat.

“Maybe I’ll actually get the chance to have human grandchildren instead of just cats.”

Hey, nonny! I finally managed to fill this! I think it may be more depressing than you were hoping for. I'm sorry.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10343103

The caravan wasn’t intended for four people, let alone five. And somehow, Ardyn had ended up sharing his bed with the little gunman while the rest of the quad was squeezed into the other.

An arrangement that didn’t go about without some protests.

“Whaaat. Why do I have to bunk with him?!”

“‘Cuz you’re the tiniest.”

“Noct isn’t that much taller than me!”

“We cannot allow His Highness to sleep next to dubious men. For obvious reasons. I don’t much care for this arrangement either, but unless you’d prefer for someone to sleep on the bench for tonight, I’m afraid we don’t have much choice in the matter.”

“Aw, man... I don’t wanna sleep next to a strange man, either. Um, no offense or anything.”

“Oh, none taken.”

“I mean, how are you feeling about this, Ardyn? Are you alright with bunking with me?”

“I’ll admit that it’s less than preferable, but I’ll certainly make do.”

Prompto was obviously less than comfortable sleeping next to him, so they’d made a mutual agreement to sleep with their backs facing each other.

A bargain Ardyn just abandoned.

It was the dead of the night and nothing but the wind and soft snoring of their companions could be heard throughout the mobile home.

It was during nights like this, when the moon was at its highest in the sky, the daemons inside him truly rouse from slumber. Keeping him from sleep. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear, about revenge, and desires, and urging him to take whatever he wanted.

And right now he wanted relief.

His hands wandered, one up to Prompto’s mouth and the other down between his legs. He pried the boy’s lips apart and slid two of his fingers inside the wet cavern, thrusting them in and out in an indecent manner, slowly at first. Prompto made a noise in complaint when he was grabbed by the groin and pulled backwards into Ardyn’s clothed erection.

It wasn’t quite what Ardyn wanted, but it would have to do. He thrust his hips against the boy’s buttocks, humping him through his clothes. Adding a third finger as he penetrated Prompto’s mouth in a vulgar interpretation of sex.

Prompto gagged as the fingers hit against his palate and went further down his throat. He awoke with a start. His screams muffled around the fingers in his mouth and he thrashed against the other man feverishly.

The sudden noise woke up Ignis, but he didn’t worry too much about it at first-- it wasn’t uncommon for neither Prompto nor Noctis to have nightmares from time to time, and he figured that this wouldn’t be any different.

He turned in his bed, about to ask what was wrong when his eyes met with Prompto’s panicked ones.

Quickly, he woke up Gladio before he flung out of the bed to rush to their companion’s aid. The next few seconds were a flurry of movement, cursing and yelling as Ignis hauled Prompto out of his bed - and more importantly, out of Ardyn’s reach - while Gladio chased the older man out of the caravan.

They didn’t see Ardyn for the rest of the night. And Prompto ended up sleeping in-between Noctis and Ignis as Gladio kept guard by the door.

Lucis is pretty LTBQ-friendly; while there are some old fogies who protest, most of the population was rather supportive of Noctis's change from Princess to Prince. Nifleheim, however, does not support trans rights or gay marriage, so when a marriage is proposed as part of the peace treaty, Noctis ends up betrothed to a man - one Ardyn Izunia, Chancellor of Nifleheim.

-Noctis has had his breasts removed. Ardyn forces him to get implants.
-Noct is denied hormone therapy.
-All the Nifs calling him Princess, referring to him by his female name (Noctia? It's been over decade since I studied Latin.) and referencing him as the Chancellor's wife.
-Ardyn forcing Noctis to wear dresses, heels, and makeup every day - something he didn't do even when he was living as a girl.
-Ardyn does care about Noct's gender identity - the Prince could identify as a unicorn for all he cares. It's just one more way for him to hurt and humiliate Noctis.
-The bros + Luna & Ravus insistently refer to him as Prince Noctis and sneak him jeans and boxers and hormones and comfy shoes.
-Prompto is forbidden from visiting Noctis - while the Prince could argue about the necessity of keeping his Shield and Advisor nearby, a commoner man has no business visiting a married noblewoman.

Optional happy ending: Noctis managed to escape his husband and goes on a road trip with his bros.

[AN - Wow, I am sorry for the delay and that this chapter is kinda...slow-paced? I had been gunning for a minifill but Oops I'm enjoying this too much OTL I promise there will be more of what you wanted soon, OP, and less self-indulgent pining.]

Part 2 - Too many voices it won't take long/which one's right and which one's wrong

Nyx wakes up to a solid weight pressed up against his back and across his waist, and he freezes as he desperately tries to recall the previous night's events. He doesn't remember bringing anyone home – or even meeting anyone to go home with – and he lacks the familiar deep ache that normally accompanies his hangovers. Then what...?

He sits up, somewhat awkwardly with the way the mystery person is clinging onto him, and turns his head to get a good enough look at their face and Ohgodhe'sgotthefuckingPrinceofLucisinhisbed he's dead, he's so dead, he's suddenly glad that Drautos insisted one each of them writing a will when they took the King'sGlaive Oaths because at least Libertus is going to get something out of this, and do they still hold public executions anymore? Because that's kind of not the way he wanted to go and -

Nyx is still silently freaking out when Noctis stirs.

The Glaive pauses mid-flail and looks down at him, forcing his attention through one channel for now, and, shit, it's hard to regret all his life choices when Noctis is looking up at him blearily with a sleepy-soft smile and adjusting his hold on Nyx's side, and man he's so glad he didn't wake up with morning wood today because that's a whole other can of awkward Nyx does not want to open.

“Morning.”

Noctis at least seems unperturbed by this set of events and Nyx returns that smile slowly, putting his hand over that wandering one to keep it in place.

“Hey there. Sleep well, Princess?”

Noctis scrunches his face up and reaches for one of the pillows, shoving it into Nyx's face as he sits up and stretches and wow Nyx hadn't realised he was that toned and – Nyxstopstaring.

He shakes his head to clear those highly illegal thoughts from his head and carefully picks his way over Noctis, managing not to accidentally brush his bare skin to Noctis's, and out of the bed. He hisses as his feet touch the cold floor, and he looked back at the Prince, pausing when he sees the thick, dark scar tissue that peeks at his side under his ribs and disappears towards his back. It's gone a second later when Noctis pulls his t-shirt back on, and he shrugs into it.

“Daemon did it.” Noctis looks up at him briefly.

“Wasn't gonna ask.” Nyx shakes his head and goes to the kitchen, filling the kettle and rummaging through the cupboards for two of his least chipped and faded plates, and he grinned at Noctis when the Prince rejoined him.

“Is toast accepted for His Highness?”

Noctis slid into one of the chairs at the table and nodded, resting his chin in his palm.

“Do you take your coffee black?”

Another brief nod.

“Well good 'cause the milk's off.”

Nyx can almost hear the lecture he'll get if his Captain, or any members of the general public, for that matter, find out about this, and he wonders again what Noctis is even doing hanging around here and accepting the thin slices of toast and cheap butter as if it wasn't the opposite of how he normally ate. Noctis pulls a face when tasting the black and unsweetened coffee, though, and that satisfies Nyx that he's not dealing with some kind of imposter at least.

“So....you got plans for today?”

Noctis fumbles his phone out of his pocket and Nyx catches sight of all the blank screen when he unlocks it.

“No one called you?”

He was sure that by now there would be searches, and – Nyx checks the time and it's definitely nowhere near as early as it feels – surely he has been missed by now?

“Dad thinks I'm at the apartment, Ignis doesn't come over on a Thursday because he has weapons training and a council meeting late, and Gladio's doing something similar. Normally I'd hit the arcade but Prompto said he really had to study for this test next week.”

“Surely there are guards.” Nyx should know, but the protection of the Prince falls under the Crownsguard's responsibilities, not the King's Glaive, and it's rare that the two groups cross paths on duty, let alone share them.

“Uhuh, two outside the front door and two outside the building. They never go in.”

Noctis sets his phone down on the table and looks up at him, chewing another bite of toast and then swallowing it.

“Wouldn't be the first time I've blown off school.”

“Ah, wonderful, I'm accomplice to truancy now. May I pick which spike my head is mounted upon?”

That teases a half-smile out of Noctis and Nyx is grateful because even that much is better than the wry depreciative look he's been wearing.

“Well, unfortunately unlike His Esteemed Highness, this mere Glaive does sadly have to venture out into the cold unforgiving world today because his fridge is empty and if he misses training his Captain will make the next few weeks a pain.”

Noctis snorts into his coffee, taking another bite of toast immediately afterwards.

“Ah, yes, I heard that Drautos is a hardass.”

“You were not misinformed.”

Nyx grins at him until Noctis returns it.

* * *

They finally stumble out of Nyx's apartment one hour later after much protest on Noctis's part. Nyx is reluctant, but it feels like leaving the Prince to his own devices in his apartment all day is tempting fate too much, and he breaths out in relief when the Prince finally agrees to go home. They exchange numbers and Nyx promises that Noctis can come over any time so long as a. Nyx is present, and b. Noctis isn't avoiding any immediate duties, royal or otherwise, because Nyx is quite sure that that's a nice quick way to get himself locked up in the deepest dungeons of the Citadel.

Nyx leaves him a street over from Noctis's apartment, figuring this is close enough to consider it 'walking the Prince safely home', but far enough from 'making it known where Noctis Lucis Caelum, only son and heir to the throne of Lucis, has spent the past eighteen hours and which Glaive ignored his duty to one crown in favour of indulging the interests of another'. He waits there for five minutes, until his phone beeps with a text from Noctis containing a photo of a stack of homework and reports on his desk and the caption 'Hope you have a better night than me :')'. He's late to training because of it, but Drautus's ire rolls off him like water on wax.

On his way home, Nyx buys a pair of new(er) plates and two full sets of cutlery, telling himself that it's because he should plan for visitors more often and not because he's just now feeling a little embarrassed by the 'authentic Galadhan comfort' he has shown the Prince, but, as he puts them away in the least wonky of his kitchen drawers, he finds he misses the background noise of Noctis's presence, and he is acutely aware of the absence against the clamour outside from the nearby trainline, the cars, and the music from the pub across the street. When Nyx had first moved into the Glaive-issue refugee apartment he had found it too small and claustrophobic but now, with only a fleeting memory of difference, it seems entirely too big and entirely too empty.

Several miles deeper into Insomnia, Prince Noctis turns in bed and squints at his alarm clock in the meagre light from the street lamps outside and closes his eyes again as he too misses the subtle noise of another's presence, and the heady spice and sandalwood scent of Nyx's apartment that lingers now in the balled up shirt clutched between his fingers.

Don't worry. RL is more important ;)

100000000000000000000+ need this please

Was one of the bros in a relationship with prompto? (my shipper heart asks?)

It’s a warm Saturday afternoon. Noctis sways contently on Gladio’s porch swing while the two tiny kittens lay curled up on his lap, completely spent from the workout of attempting to capture a feather teaser Noct had brought over for them. He glances at them fondly, scratching the tops of their fuzzy little heads, their tiny paws kneading at the fabric of his cargo pants when Gladio emerges from within his house, two cup noodle containers in his grasps.

“Lunch is ready.” he says and sits down next to Noct. “Careful, they’re still hot.”

“Thanks.” Noct says as he takes one of the cups and snuggles up closer to the other man. “So where were you Thursday night, I missed you.”

Gladio blows into his cup before smiling at his guest. “Aww, I’m sorry. Had a meeting with my Agent about the new book I’m working on.”

“Oh that’s cool. What’s it about, or is that top secret?” Noct asks with a smile.

“It’s a children’s book about two naughty little kitties and the adventures they have during their day to day lives.” he says while eyeing the two sleeping kittens. “Like defeating diabolical houseplants, perilously climbing to the top of curtains, or signing the song of their ancestors at three in the morning.”

“That’s so adorable, I would love to buy a copy when it’s published. Especially if you promise to sign it.”

“Defiantly.” Gladio chuckles and takes a bite of his noodles. “So how did it go yesterday with your dad?”

“Better than I expected, he finally gave me his blessing for my life choices. I also saw your father.”

“Oh? And what riveting conversations did you two have?” Gladio asks with a snicker.

“Just about how my dad is proud of me, that it was good to see me again and how happy he was that you and I became friends.” Noct begins and gets a playful smirk. “Then I asked for his son’s hand in marriage and he shed tears of joy since he thought you were going to end up an old spinster.”

Gladio laughs heartily. “Okay, yeah sure.”

“What? You think I’m joking?” Noctis continues to tease, nudging the other man’s arm.

“Well if you did, I think you missed a few steps.”

“Oh, like what?” Noct asks friskily raising an eyebrow.

“Well you could buy me dinner first.”

Noctis gets a wistful look on his face before smiling and taking a bite of his lunch. “Okay, you got any plans for tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up at five then.”

“All right then.”

The two men look happily at one another, with Gladio placing an arm around the other man’s shoulders and pulling him closer. Noct rests his head against Gladio’s chest as the kittens readjust themselves by splaying across the two men’s laps, yawning deeply before the soft rumbling of their purrs start up again. The larger of the two men nudges his foot against the deck to gently rock them as they enjoy each other’s company and watch as the neighborhood children run and play. Then the proverbial stick in the mud returns home from shopping and huffs at the grinning pair eating their Ramen cups and petting the tiny kittens.

“Hey Iggy, what’s up?” Noct asks, his grin widening as he snuggles into the giggling Gladio.

But Ignis just forces a smile back and adjust the bags in his arms. “Nothing really, just having a guest over for dinner tonight and needed some fresh ingredients.”

“Oh, someone’s having a hot date tonight.” Gladio teases, receiving a scowl from the other man.

“It’s not a date.” Ignis snips and adjusts his glasses. “I am simply making dinner as a thank you for all her help.”

Noctis eyes lighten up, an excited look spreads across his features. “Her? It’s Aranea isn’t it? I knew it!” Noct laughs out joyfully. “Prompto owes me 20 Gil.”

“It’s not like that!” Ignis snaps, a redness creeping up his cheeks and ears. “We are merely friends, and do NOT make bets on my love life. That is truly shameful!”

Ignis lets out a frustrated scoff and storms into his house as the two men giggle sheepishly. They finish with their lunch and continue to cuddle on the swing with the two kittens still snuggled up on their laps. A while later, a young neighbor girl squeals loudly as she runs up Gladio’s front lawn and carefully climbs up the railing to lean over top and give a toothy grin.

“Hey Mister Gladdy! I wanna show you my friend, he’s really cute!” she beams brightly.

Gladio gives a bemused chuckle and pulls away from Noctis while softly adjusting the kittens onto the other’s lap. “Sure kiddo, let’s see what ya got.”

The little girl reaches into the front of her shirt pocket and pulls out something that Noctis can’t quite make out. The little girl looks at Noctis with a squint before gasping and her little hands flail excitedly.

“Hey I know you, you’re the Vet that took care of Princess and Bandit.” she squeals with delight. “You wanna see my friend too? He really is cute!”

Gladio smiles and looks back at him. “Well, what do you think Doc?” He says and presents the black and brown fuzzy caterpillar.

Noct turns sheet white and grabs the kittens before edging as far back on the swing as possible. “NOPE! Nope nope nope.”

“Jeez wuss, you afraid of a harmless little Wooly Bear?” Gladio taunts with a chuckle.

“Yeah wuss.” the little girl parrots and receives a tut from the large brunette. “But that’s not a big person word, not like asshole or bastard or fu-”

“Okay, that’s enough out of you.” Gladio says with a hint of embarrassment and hands the caterpillar back. “Why don’t you go take your friend and put him in a bush, so that way he can eat some leaves.”

“I will!” she says and hopes down from the railing before dashing off. “Bye Mister Gladdy, bye Doctor Wuss!”

“She’s a trip.” Gladio laughs as Noctis gives him a tender smile. “What’s that look for?”

“Oh, nothing.” Noctis titters and stands up. He gives a quick nuzzle to the kitten’s back before handing them to the older man. “Well I should probably head home and start getting ready. I’ll be back for you at five.”

Gladio chuckles and looks at his watch. “What, it’ll take you three and a half hours to get ready?”

“Hey, gotta look good for our date.”

The two exchange a laugh and say goodbye before Gladio heads back into his house and Noctis leaves with an excited smile plastered on his face. He eventually returns to Gladio’s and parks out front by the curb, but before he goes to pick up his date he spots a certain silvery blonde leaning up against the banister of Ignis porch and tapping away at her phone as she puffs away on a cigarette.

“Hey Aranea.”

She looks up from her phone and smiles. “Hey there pretty boy, what are you all dressed up for? Having a romantic evening?”

“Yup.” he says with grin. “So tell me, is it considered ‘Contempt of Cop’ if I give you the shovel talk?”

“For you, yes. But don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with him.” Aranea titters and pats his cheek.

He gives her a laugh and a waive before walking up onto Gladio’s porch and ringing the doorbell. The front door swings open and a young girl stands on the other side, a glint in her eyes and a broad grin twisting across her face. A noise that sounds akin to someone slowly releasing air from a balloon escapes from the teen as she pushes the screen door open and jumps onto Noctis, hugging him. Five other girls emerge from inside and titter loudly while snapping photos with their phones.

“Wow! It’s so finally nice to meet you Noctis!” the young teen giggles and finally releases her death grip from around him. “I’m Iris, Gladdy’s little sister.”

He smiles down bashfully at her and gives her a nod. “It’s nice to finally meet you too. Your brother has shown me some of the adorable outfits you made for the kittens. I might have to get you make something for my cat Bass.”

Iris’ face brightens and she squeals again. “Oh I would love that!”

“All right you shrieking banshee, that’s enough.” Gladio groans as he steps out from his home.

A whistle draws their attention over to Aranea who leans against the railing separating the two porches and gives the brunette a once over before looking to Noctis.

“I guess I could have put you in the holding tank overnight. You would have been in your glory with all those big burly men.”

Noctis turns a deep shade of red and bristles at the smirking women just as Ignis exits his house, curious as to what all the commotion was. He looks taken aback at his friend’s presence before scowling at his neighbor. It’s at this time that Noctis bids a quick adieu to the group on the two porches and clutches Gladio’s hand, sprinting with him to his car. Like a couple of love-struck teens running away from a disapproving parent, they hop into Noct’s car and peel out, but not before seeing Aranea drag a seething Ignis into his house by a belt loop. The two drive to their destination, laughing and singing to the radio while just enjoying themselves. Noctis pulls into the restaurant's parking lot and Gladio grins ecstatically.

“Ha! It’s that new noodle shop that just opened. I’ve been wanting to try this place since I heard about them building it. Man, you know how to win a man’s heart, don’t ya?” he says and gives a warm smile to his companion.

Noctis smiles at him and reaches his hand out to the other before they head in to enjoy a nice dinner. After telling more stories from their childhoods, stealing bites from each other’s dinner, and sharing a large slice of cake the two men decide to take a walk through the nearby park. They stop midway across a small bridge and peer over into the lake below where large koi fish swim about underneath the glistening water. Noctis smiles contently and leans into Gladio, who slips his large arm around the smaller man’s waist and pulls him in closer.

“This night is perfect.” Noct says calmly and nuzzles into Gladio’s arm before looking up at him.

Gladio looks down and smiles warmly. “It sure is, and you are the luckiest man in the world to get to spend it with me.”

Noctis laughs and smacks the other man’s chest softly but keeps his hand rested there as they look into each other’s eyes, a deep warmth cascading from them both. Noctis leans up slightly on his toes but begins to fidget and groan in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Gladio chuckles out softly.

“You’re too damn tall.” Noctis pouts, getting an amused laugh.

“Or you’re just too damn short.” Gladio chuckles as he leans down a bit before shooting the other man a cheeky grin. “Better?”

Noctis brushes his hands across Gladio’s cheeks before tangling them into his brown mane and pulling his face towards his own. “Yeah, much better.”

Their lips softly connect together before Noctis pulls back and looks to the other for any sign of displeasure. But Gladio lets out a longing sigh and wraps his arms around Noct’s hips and pulls him into a deeper kiss. He gently lifts the smaller man and gives him a twirl as they both chuckle happily and lean in for another kiss.

“Is it too soon to say how madly in love I am with you?” Gladio asks and nuzzles Noctis’ nose with his own.

“Nope, because I’m madly in love you too.” Noctis says and peppers tiny kisses against Gladio’s lips.

Gladio gently sets Noct down and runs his hands softly down the other’s arms before taking Noct's hands into his own. He brandishes a wide smile before motioning to continue their walk. Noct releases his hands from the other and allows him to take a few steps ahead before he boldly jumps onto Gladio’s broad back; laughing and clinging on like a spider monkey. The tall brunette laughs just as loudly and adjusts his boyfriend to a more comfortable position and continues walking with him nestled snuggly against his back. Noctis wraps his arms more closely around Gladio’s neck and sighs lovingly as he nuzzles into his neck.

"Yyyeah, no, I don't see that happening." Noctis says this matter-of-factly as he wanders amidst a wonderland of gimmicky packaging. "Don't get awkward if I really do pick up beef jerky, Gladio likes it."

"...Um. I'm not supposed to question, but you said I could speak freely, so... you don't see what happening?"

"That 'creating a space' thing you were talking about just now, that's not going to happen. One, Ignis takes care of me whether I want him to or not, two, Gladio makes sure I don't need to do anything except be what people are counting on me to be, and three, it's destiny. Maybe nobody told you, but I don't get a choice about any of the "King of Light" stuff. That's sorta why they call it that, it's "Chosen King", not "King Who Chose"." Noctis takes a slow breath, because this is something he really doesn't like to think about more than strictly necessary. "And that's what destiny is: the high points of my life are gonna be the same no matter what I do, or don't do, because what I'm going to do and what I'm not going to do have already been taken into account and the result is already determined."

"I'm not really seeing how that changes what I can do for you. Sure, I can't change your destiny, but I can help you feel better about it."

"It doesn't matter how I feel about it."

"It matters to me."

Noctis turns to look at Prompto, this time with open suspicion on his face. "Why?"

"...Because you're the reason I exist, and that makes you the most important person in my universe? And I have no reason to prioritize the world over you?"

"Okay, new ground rule: I'm not ready for the philosophical implications behind the words "you're the reason I exist", so don't say stuff like that. Also, you've known me for about an hour and a half."

"And you're great!" Prompto beams. "I know, it's probably weird because this is an aspect of a foreign culture that yours has no context for and I'm kind of an outsider invading your space right now, and I get that, and I totally respect it, but so far, I really like your company. You're not stupid, you're not uptight, you're funny, and you're pro-snacks and pro-goofing off, so I'm not seeing any downsides to you right now. Most people don't even like their bed slaves to even be seen by the public, and you're here, letting me actually be seen with you. In broad daylight, even! And you don't even think that's weird! I bet you probably think I'm weird for even thinking that's weird."

"...I didn't, until just now. You're weird, Prompto."

"Thanks! ... So are you serious about the beef jerky? Your bodyguard really likes it?"

"Yeah. Probably because it's about as close as he can get to just eating a live dualhorn like an apple without being an actual woods-dwelling psychopath, that was kind of his secret dream when he was ten."

"Do you think he can catch it in his mouth?"

"Oh, sure, but I don't think he'd do it, now that there's been a whole thing in the car over it."

"Awesome! I bet it'd piss him royally if I was better at it than him."

omg I can't help it, I am 500x more suspicious re: why Niflheim gave Prom to Noctis.

The line about being seen in broad daylight broke my heart, though! This fic is so good!

Still awesome. Write as much or as little as you want. Thank you for writing.

Op here!

I'm up for any additional detail as long as the main prompt is followed :D

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FILL: nature provides (1/1)

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[Fill]Re: Nyx/Promto, Used to be lovers (3/?)

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Re: FILL: Gracious (Noctis/Prompto, slave AU) 3/?

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Fill: Ardyn/Prompto, Non-Con Finger-Fucking, Slight Somnophilia

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