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I just need to ask: can dirty talk be involved?

OP here; yes of course I love dirty talk!

Regis' ass being trained to take Clarus' big dick.

Noctis might keep his face baby-smooth for most of the game but as the timeskip shows he's clearly capable of growing a beard. So I kinda want to see a fic about him and Gladio shaving together, Gladio giving him some tips, maybe a little hand with that too :)

There wasn't really anything specific I had in mind, so you can write it however you like.

I look forward to reading it!

That scene in Kingsglaive where Ardyn holds up his glass towards Nyx and Luna... What was Ardyn thinking during that time? Something about Nyx caught his interest perhaps? Drautos is there too so maybe those two had exchanged some pleasantries before Ardyn catches Nyx alone. He greets and gets a feel of what kind of man Nyx is besides getting the info from Drautos, who knows.

And when we see Nyx in Ch. 14 strung up like a puppet, Ardyn playing with the dead body. Talking to Nyx while dancing around with it.

Really up to the writer if they want to make it nsfw or not, doesn't matter :)

i dont care whose corpse it is or why he's doing it i just want some hot ardyn on cold body action... ok fine if you need a set up just take the senerio from chapter 14 with the strung up bodies and upgrade it by like......... a million

Instead of getting sucked into the Crystal, Noctis falls into a deep sleep for 10 years. What Ardyn's doing with his sleeping body in the meantime is up to anon!

Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it! I really wanted to end it with Prompto being strong (and promptis). I hope I'll rise to occasion for the next fill I do. Million thanks!!

Also, I've de-anoned the story here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9274322/chapters/21017744

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“Noctis!” Iris exclaimed happily as she waved from where she stood outside an old hotel. Years of scolding Iris to use honorifics for Noctis went unheeded no matter how hard Gladio tried to instill the lesson into his younger sister. He was, after all, not one to talk when he seldom referred to Noctis formally.

“Hey.” Noctis greeted Iris and accepted her tight embrace. She cried against his chest from relief and joy.

“Iris, that is your King have some respect.” Gladio sighed but his sister only stuck out her tongue at him. Even now that his sister had grown into a beautiful woman, she was still the same Iris from ten years ago.

“As if you do the same, Gladdy.” Iris countered and did not miss the flush creeping on her brother’s face.
Gladio waved his sister off. “You’re missing the point.” He grumbled though one look from Noctis indicated the King found the sibling banter amusing if not lighthearted.

“And you, came here and didn’t visit me first.” Iris jabbed her finger against her brother’s chest accusingly.
Noctis raised a brow in Gladio’s direction. “No time to even visit your own sister, huh.”

“It was for a hunt.” Gladio protested. “I was going to stop by eventually. Prompto showed up before I could make it to the hotel.”

A half truth. Visiting Iris lifted his spirits, but she knew about his relationship with Noctis and often brought the prince up. What were his plans after saving Eos? Would he continue his tryst with the King or remind him he had duties that went beyond them? Gladio knew Iris meant well with her questions if not to make him think carefully before choosing, but it reminded him often how Noctis was always within his reach though never quite with him.
“Liar.” Iris sighed and shook her head. “But I forgive you. Only because Noctis is here.”

Gladio squeezed his sister’s shoulder gently then chuckled. “I’ll visit more often from now on. After the mission is over. Maybe I’ll even convince Noctis to tag along if he isn’t too busy with Kingly duties.” He joked.
“Yeah, we’ll all visit.” Noctis murmured softly, his voice betraying the smile on his face. “We will need to rebuild Lucis. Iris, we’ll need your help too.”

Iris let out a surprised, “Oh.” She quickly brushed a few tears from her eyes and nodded with a bright smile. “Of course. Anything to help.”

“Didn’t you say you’re a part of the group.” Gladio chuckled and nudged his sister. “You’ve always been one of us.”
Iris laughed. “Someone had to make sure none of you got killed.”

Their afternoon was pleasant with a rare surprise of a bottle of scotch Iris found hidden away many years ago by Jared. The old innkeeper gave his life to protect Iris and his grandson Talbot and now they all sat together toasting to his memory. Prompto proposed a game of darts shortly after just to win against Noctis for once in a game the King lost miserably in.

“Prompto plays dirty.” Noctis grumbled under his breath seeing Prompto’s darts accurately aligned on the bullseye.
Gladio clapped the King’s back and chuckled. “He’s just a sore loser.”

“Ignis is the only one who doesn’t care.” Noctis sighed as he set his darts on the coffee table. Tonight they would have rooms of their own after traveling through rough terrains and risking being killed by wandering daemons. With the darkness almost swallowing all the light in Lastellum even now Gladio’s fingers would twitch on occasion towards his sword.

“I think he is used to losing to you.” Gladio headed up the stairs towards one of the empty rooms. “He spoiled you too much.”

Noctis would probably be annoyed knowing Ignis allowed him to win in most games, but the King only smiled and sighed. “I always knew.”

Gladio stopped outside one of the rooms and saw Noctis also pause, almost as if expecting the conversation to turn into a different direction. An invitation or a simple goodnight to end the day.

“We need to talk.” Noctis suddenly said. “Not now, but soon. All of us.” His hand reached for Gladio’s cheek for a gentle caress.

There it was.

Noctis always tried hid his emotions though Ignis and Gladio knew him well enough to know the prince wore his true feelings on his sleeve. Avoidance was the prince’s worst quality growing up.

Stemming from the avoidance, the prince would be irritated for days and his training with Gladio sparked his fighting to grow increasingly aggressive if not clumsy when Noctis was bothered by something. Sometimes Noctis was angry with his father, at Ignis’ tactless advice, Gladio beating him every time in their daily spars, or simply feeling the overwhelming pressure of being a prince with no option to back out and be a normal kid crashed hard. Then there was his engagement with Lunafreya. Fortunately the pair cared for one another to accept the betrothal, but whether Noctis truly loved the fair princess or simply cared for her as a friend or a mother figure he never had, Gladio knew best than to ask.

Noctis never spoke about his feelings first. Ignis or Gladio had to draw him out from his shell and force him to talk and even then the prince struggled to be honest. Admitting something was wrong made it real. Gladio wanted Noctis to speak freely, but hearing his King for once want to express his deepest fears and thoughts sent a chill down his spine.

“Later.” Gladio managed to say with a wry smile.

Noctis had to push himself up on his toes to press his lips against Gladio’s. It was a silent plead for help.
He was the shield and it was his duty to help Noctis whenever he could. Where he failed in providing Noctis with common necessities and other royal duties, Ignis filled those in, and where he failed to be a friend where the King wasn’t reminded of his bloodline, Prompto was there to make Noctis feel like he was just a normal kid.

“Hey.” Gladio placed a hand on Noctis’ chest to push him away. “Calm down. Even Iris knows something is up.”
Noctis let out a hollow laugh. “That noticeable, huh?”

“Only if you know where to look.” Gladio assured Noctis then pulled him closer once more. “We’re here for you, through hell and high water.” Tendrils of magic started to envelope Gladio’s body and surrounded him in warmth with a tinge of raw power that radiated from Noctis.

The power of the gods raged into such a fragile body that fueled Noctis’ strength and magic. Not even Gladio’s intense years of training could match such a destructive force. While Noctis held a power no mortal should possess, the gods blessed him. Gladio felt the magic against his skin, embedding itself as if to grasp a hold of his being.
“Noct, you’re a lot stronger now.” Gladio chuckled as he cupped the King’s chin to pull him into a hard kiss.

Noctis managed to separate his lips from Gladio’s long enough to let out an annoyed huff. “I did say I’d beat you one day.”

“Fair enough.” Gladio chuckled.

They both initiated a series of kisses until Gladio’s hand blindly reached for the doorknob to have Noctis pressed against an actual bed rather than the wall of the hallway where anyone could interrupt them. Of course not that Prompto or Ignis would, they both probably had pillows over their heads to ignore the lewd sounds that would spill from Noctis’ lips.

Noctis tugged quickly at Gladio’s shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily just to pull it over his protector and tossing it carelessly to the side. “You’re impatient.” A rarity for Noctis who preferred foreplay to be drawn out.
“It’s been years.” Noctis breathed, his eyes half lidded with lust. His fingers traced the tattoos on Gladio’s arms before stopping at the scar on his chest now covered by a new tattoo Noctis had not seen before. “That’s new.” He noted.

Gladio slipped a hand into Noctis’ pants to wrap a hand around his cock. “Focus.” He said instead of answering the lingering question.

“I am…” Noctis trailed off as he gasped from Gladio’s hand stroking him.

Noctis felt nothing like a woman. Women were soft with curves Gladio took pleasure in mapping with his hands, but Noctis was hard and soft in some places. Rigorous training made the King lean with toned muscles, and there were a few faint scars from the consequences of reckless battles. The beard was the newest addition that only aroused Gladio further to feel Noctis had grown as he had over ten years.

“You’re staring.” Noctis pulled at Gladio’s ponytail to bring his face closer to his until their foreheads were pressed against each other. “Don’t stop.”

“Hard not to.” Gladio replied unashamed to move his hand further down Noctis’ cock to trace a rim of muscle that clenched out of reflex from just a tentative brush against sensitive skin.

Noctis cursed under his breath and urged Gladio to continue his ministrations with one leg wrapping around his waist.

Intuition had led Gladio to barter for lube once arriving in Lastellum. Noctis was hard to sate when the King had more stamina than his small frame garnered. The inkling feeling one thing would lead to another proved to be right as Gladio reached for his pack to draw out the small tin case and dipped his fingers that weren’t occupied in teasing Noctis.

“Relax.” Gladio murmured against Noctis’ ear, hardly restraining his own willpower not to rush and just plough right into Noctis without preparing him.

Before Noctis it had been a string of nameless women on nights his sexual frustration couldn’t be tamed with just his hand. Ten long years and Gladio never considered sleeping with others and now Noctis was under him again. Everything felt right once more.

“You try it.” Noctis shot back in annoyance, but he laid back and pulled his trousers down further to spread his legs.

“Rather not.” Gladio pressed one slicked finger into Noctis’ entrance, trying not to hurt the King in the process but both were nearing the end of their patience.

The muscles tightened instinctively around Gladio’s finger as he pressed further in to stretch Noctis, have him relax. A low moan escaped from the King’s lips and it sent a pool of heat down Gladio’s groin. More than being inside Noctis, he got off from the sounds of ecstasy and every series of expressions Noctis’ face contorted into from pleasure.

Gladio worked quickly yet diligently and only paused when Noctis suddenly cried out and clenched tightly around his fingers. He had found the spot that always drew the King to beg for more.
“Hurry.” Noctis grumbled between pants.

“Going, going.” Gladio chuckled, though he could hardly blame Noctis when his own cock was still restrained in his jeans.

He slipped his fingers out of Noctis slowly and took the rest of his clothes off as well as Noctis’. “Ready?” He asked though he already knew the answer.

“Yeah.” Noctis shuddered slightly in anticipation.

Gladio made sure to slick himself up before pressing himself against Noctis’ entrance, a hand caressing his inner thigh in reassurance. There was no way to describe the sensations of being surrounded by warmth that made him groan. “Noct.”

“Move.” Noctis breathed, his face flushed and hair already in disarray.

Gladio gladly obeyed Noctis’ request as he slowly thrust into the King. Each drag and push ignited a fire in him to claim Noctis, to remember each expression of pleasure was reserved only for him, no one else. “Gods, Noct, you’re still so…” He trailed off and groaned again at feeling Noctis’ nails sinking into the skin of his back. As much as he hated to admit it, Gladio did like a bit of pain mixed in to his pleasure.

“Tight?” Noctis offered not so innocently as he wrapped his legs around Gladio’s waist to draw him further into him.

“Yeah.” Gladio chuckled and thrust harder into Noctis, making the bedframe knock against the wall. “They’re gonna hear it all.”

“I don’t care.” Noctis tried to stifle a lewd moan as his protector’s cock brushed up against his prostate, but failed as his body craved for the sensation.

“I got you.” Gladio promised and began to thrust into Noctis without abandon. He felt amazing. Beyond amazing.

“Wanna feel you for days.” Noctis pulled Gladio into a hot messy kiss and his last willpower shattered.

“Better not regret it when you wake up.” Gladio braced one of Noctis’ legs over his shoulder to sink further into the King, now he couldn’t hold back his rough thrusts that had Noctis gripping at the sheets desperately for some form of salvation from Gladio’s constant abuse of his prostate.

He kissed along Noctis’ slender neck, down to suck on a nipple that sent Noctis to press his hips desperately back to fuck himself on Gladio’s cock. Magic filled the room, dispersing in all directions as a sign Noctis was too far gone to remember his self-control.

“Close…” Noctis murmured.

Gladio wrapped one hand around Noctis’ own cock to stroke it languidly in time with his thrusts. It was enough to send the King to let out a strangle cry as his muscles clenched tightly around Gladio’s cock. Gladio squeezed Noctis’ hips hard enough to bruise as he rode his orgasm inside Noctis without regarding he should have probably pulled out instead of releasing inside him. It was too late, and neither of them minded at the time that Gladio filled Noctis and pulled him into a tight embrace.

“Gladio.” Noctis’ voice cracked.

“No.” Gladio shook his head as he felt Noctis’ hand tangled in his hair. “Not right now, tell me later. Right now…it’s just us.” He stroked circles against soft thighs in hope to ease the King’s fears, but the closer they came to Insomnia, the heavier the pending secret Noctis hid seemed to be.

“The Lucian crest. Why?” Noctis suddenly asked as he took in the afterglow of being safe in Gladio’s arms.

Gladio shrugged. “Seemed right at the time when I got it.” He had gotten the tattoo after heavily drinking one night. It covered the scar he received from the short break he took from traveling with Noctis and the others.

“Prompto is right.” Noctis chuckled sleepily, eyes already drooping from exhaustion.

“About what?” Gladio raised a brow and carefully shifted Noctis to a more comfortable position, the King’s head resting on his chest and an arm securing his waist.

“You make anything look good.” Noctis said, a bit pleased with himself to have Gladio dedicate a tattoo just for him.
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Prompto’s obvious blushes alone were telltale signs he and Ignis heard them in the middle of the night. He stumbled over his words often and every time Noctis glanced in his direction and asked him to calm down, Prompto responded with a flustered apology.

The remedy of course, seemed to be fishing. Or at least Noctis proposed they go fishing after leaving Lastellum and given Iris’ blessings for a safe journey to Insomnia.

No one had the heart to tell him, no fish remained in the ocean. Meat of any kind became scarce after the daemons threatened the wildlife of Eos. Yet, Noctis pressed on they stop at the closest watering hole they could find.
The visit to Lastellum and Iris brought up their spirits and now all four were riding the high of hope and faith the people had in them and the ones they had in each other.

Noctis summoned his fishing rod and took his time picking the lure and line from his old fishing box Ignis kept for safekeeping. Gladio had no patience for fishing. He liked hobbies that involved movement or eating. The three of them knew better than to rush Noctis and subjected to the King’s whims.

The tension visible on Noctis’ stiff shoulders slowly relaxed and he smiled to himself, a moment of peace not even the gods could take from him. Gladio couldn’t decide if this Noctis was his favorite or the one who pissed him off with his stubbornness.

No fish took the bait, yet Noctis showed no signs of disappointment. Only contempt of such a simple pleasure of casting his line once in a while and checking the lure again splayed on his rugged features.

“Shall we call it a day?” Ignis asked with a small smile of regret. When will Noctis be able to fish again? None of them wanted the answer to the question, but someone had to be the one to drag Noctis back to reality.
“Guess so. The fish aren’t biting.” Noctis willed his fishing rod to disappear.

“Good try though.” Gladio ruffled Noctis’ hair playfully. It used to annoy Noctis to no end when Gladio messed up his perfectly styled hair, now it just earned him a shy smile and nudge. Their fingers brushed briefly against one another to elicit a comforting touch that had them both smiling slightly.

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Camping meant more risks, but after Lastellum, there were no human settlements with enough light for them to stay and rest. Being able to jump into a fight at any time was probably the most important advantage when camping. Had it not been for daemons roaming about, Gladio would have liked to spend their trip visiting more places and taking his time to reminisce with Noctis. Time was of essence to reach Ardyn.

For several nights they traveled under the guise of their new armor and weapons that served well against daemons and other creatures who attacked them. Noctis had his front that consisted of laughter and smiles for all his friends. Not even a high leveled daemon dampen his mood, if anything it spurred Noctis to fight harder. Under normal circumstances, Gladio would be beaming with pride that Noctis had become such a skilled warrior, but fighting along side him confirmed his suspicions Noctis was pretending for all of them he was okay.

Insomnia laid a day’s ride away when Noctis requested they rest and plan their point of entry carefully. Gladio heard horror stories from other hunters foolish enough to undertake missions located within Insomnia’s borders. Daemons ruled Crown City and none of them were weak or had been killed. A certain death awaited them in Insomnia and it the anxiety clung to all of them.

Ignis prepared the best meal possible with their rations for their last rest stop outside Insomnia. Gladio set up the camp as he usually did with Prompto’s help. The old Coleman chairs continued to prove useful even after all those of being stored away in Gladio’s secret safehouse.

Laughter followed as they exchanged stories from their past. Everything revolved around Noctis. Their lives were his. Gladio couldn’t think of a single time his life didn’t involve knowing he would be a royal protector for the Lucian royalty.

“Um, can we talk?” Noctis said as he focused his gaze on his cup of coffee.

Gladio wished Ignis would come up with a reasonable excuse to prevent Noctis from saying anything further, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, Ignis motioned Noctis to continue. “Please, you have our attention.” Ignis said.

“I just…” Noctis trailed off, his expression twisted in remorse and hesitation to finish.
Gladio’s own impatience and the fear that gripped him made him snap. “Out with it already. No use beating around the bush.”

Noctis cast his head down to avoid the eyes now piercing through him and clenched his hands tightly into fists. “Dammit…this is harder than I thought…” He gave a shaky laugh. “I’ve made peace with it. Seeing you guys all here…it’s more than I can take.” He admitted.

“What do you mean?” Ignis asked calmly.

“Striking the Starscourge comes at a price. When the True King rises to kill the corrupted immortal soul, he has to give his life as well.” Noctis allowed for his tears to stream freely down his face. It was not often Noctis cried in front of them or was honest on how he truly felt. “I…my life for the world’s.”

A sound of a chair falling breaks the silence. “No, you can’t.” Prompto cried as he shook his head in disbelief. “You’re…our King. What’re we supposed to do without you?” He demanded.

“I…” Noctis smiled sadly then sighed. “You three have my complete trust. I have faith you can help Eos be what it once was. Restore Crown City again. It’ll be tough, yeah, but it’s doable.”

“We’re not royalty.” Ignis reminded Noctis kindly, yet the hint of disappointment and grief was present in his voice.

“No.” Noctis agreed then stood. “But only you three can do it. It’s selfish, but please make sure our people know peace.”

Gladio couldn’t process it all. Through countless fights Gladio was not a stranger to pain, but this was a punch to the gut that rendered him breathless and unable to think. In the back of his mind he had always known the truth, but denial was far more kinder than the constant reminder he was escorting his King to his death. “Okay.” He said. “We’ll do it.” There were no other words he could say, the rest were for just Noctis to hear later.

“Come, Prompto, there is much we need to discuss and plan for tomorrow.” Ignis gave Prompto’s arm a soothing squeeze.

Prompto rubbed his eyes and sniffed, not at all satisfied of how the conversation was ending or how he would have no time to grieve for his King. He entered one of the tents without another word.

“Let’s take a walk.” Noctis said to Gladio who mechanically followed though his mind and heart were a whirlwind of emotions.

They were far enough to be out of Ignis and Prompto’s earshot, but close enough to camp they could return quickly should a daemon catch them off guard. Each step added a stone against his chest making it hard to breathe and walk boldly by his king.

“Gladio, I’m sorry.” Noctis murmured quietly, his eyes downcast at his boots.

“What for?” Gladio chuckled hollowly. “I can’t protect you from fate.” What power did he have against the gods? Not even a chosen king could escape his inevitable death.

Noctis’ breath grew ragged, struggling to keep a front of Gladio. “I…have no regrets except one…”

Stop. Gladio wanted Noctis to stop speaking if it meant never to hear the words that followed.

“You. I wanted more time with you.” Noctis smiled wryly. “My whole life’s been duty and giving up everything. I get that, I’m okay with that, but you’re the only one who makes me want to forget it all.”

Gladio took Noctis’ hand in his own and pulled him into a tight embrace. Noctis warm and in his arms, fragile yet strong in resolution to trade his life for millions. In a perfect world, they would find a way to make their relationship possible after Noctis’ coronation. No such world existed, reality was much crueler and claimed many since the start of Regis’ reign.

“Noct.” His chest rumbled with a cry he wanted to suppress and accept this was their final night together as friends, as king and shield, and lovers. “Wish they’d take me instead. You got a lot of people depending on you.”

“You have Iris.” Noctis said. “I promised her big brother would come back safely. Don’t do that to her, Gladio.”

Iris. No, he made a vow once his father died that no matter what, he would always be in Iris’ life. She was his family, but Noctis became a part of it as had Prompto and Ignis.

“I failed you.” Gladio felt tears prickle at his eyes and he shed them as he caressed Noctis’ cheek. “It’s not supposed to be this way.”

“You have never failed me.” Noctis frowned and nipped at Gladio’s lips. “When I tried to run away, you found me. I got you hurt.” He traced the scar above Gladio’s eye. “Even when you were pissed at me, you kept me safe. Sometimes I wanted to punch you, but you never gave up on me.” He kissed Gladio once more, a needy and languid kiss to imprint into his mind.

Gladio hardly bothered to stop and reason that pressing Noctis against a tree warranted a high risk of being caught unaware. Tonight, fuck logic, he thought. If it was his last night with the man he loved, by the gods he would leave his mark and gladly bare everything Noctis would throw at him.

It was messy.

Gladio worked Noctis, preparing him as quickly as possible while the king entangled his fingers in his ponytail, tugging here and there to indicate his patience was drawing thin. Being inside Noctis made time stop, it was just them rutting filthy out in the open without caring if their groans and moans drew unwanted attention.

“Gladio…” Noctis gripped at his shield’s coat and threw his head back in pleasure. “I…” The words died in his mouth after a hard thrust sent his magic to burst all around them.

Every cell in his body felt the sudden rush of power and strength coming from Noctis’ essence. A trade between them, a bond so to speak that would be unbreakable as long as the power of the Crystal lived within Noctis.

He doesn’t want it. The gods had no right to take Noctis away, to use him and cast him aside in all to fulfill a prophecy. He’s heard stories of Nyx Ulric, the Glaive who accepted the temporary gift from King Regis and the fate the man met all to keep Lunafreya alive and Prince Noctis out of danger. Noctis is offering, pushing, and forcing it into him. Be the shield for the people.

“Noctis..no..” Gladio is holding onto Noctis’ thighs tightly as he continues to thrust hard into tight heat.

“Yes, for me…” Noctis panted, eyes glazed over by lust and satisfaction he craved from being taken so roughly, yet the intimacy remained from subtle touches of Gladio’s lips against neck that made his skin feel hot.

For you, Gladio agreed. Noctis cried out his name as he squirmed in his arms and came apart. Magic tied them together, the tendrils wrapping themselves around Gladio’s arms and legs in a warm embrace as he too let his orgasm be drawn out by Noctis still pressing his hips back against him. He spilled hard and deep into the king with a low growl.

“I love you…” Noctis murmured. “I love you Gladio. I didn’t want to die without saying that first.”

The ground falls beneath Gladio leaving him with a lump in his throat and a pang of pain ebbed deep in his heart. “You actually beat me to it this time.” He watched as a Noctis’ lips formed a genuine smile that left him breathless as if he was seeing the sun rise in Eos again after ten years of perpetual darkness.

Gladio took the hand baring the Lucian ring and left a kiss in its wake in hopes that some miracle would bring him Noctis back safely. “I love you too, Noct. Let’s give ‘em hell tomorrow.”

--

Insomnia was once a prosperous city housing millions of Crown citizens and providing a haven from Niflheim rule. King Regis’ popularity stemmed from his love for his people and prioritizing their needs and safety above his own. Many families rejoiced the birth of their new prince many years ago as he was a symbol of hope for Lucians to uphold the peace.

Where grand Lucian architecture consisted of gothic buildings and statues of old Lucian kings were kept in pristine condition in honor of the old Kings who made their city possible, it was now replaced with broken streets infested with daemons. Many buildings were beyond saving. All that remained were stone ruins and bitter memories of Insomnia’s fall Gladio did not witness, but heard enough from the news ten years ago to know those who had not managed to escape, had turned into daemons themselves or found death.

“We’re home.” Noctis said as he took in the sight of his city.

Gladio never dared to venture this far out in the last ten years. Too many daemons and Ardyn pulled the strings of whoever dared enter his domain. By now the false kind surely knew of their arrival. All of his careful calculations led to this and the hairs of Gladio’s neck prickled from anxiety of what awaited them beyond the gates.

“How does it look?” Ignis asked as they walked briskly and avoided hitting the major streets where growls and shrieks of daemons echoed.

Prompto tapped Ignis’ hand. “Dark. You’d hate it because no one has cleaned in years.”

“I should make that priority after this.” Ignis agreed and smiled out of gratitude for the detailed description that followed.

Gladio walked beside Noctis and pulled him aside quickly when a daemon spotted them. They ducked into an alley that was designed far too much like a labyrinth. After a few grueling minutes of Gladio trying to find the end of the alley, Prompto broke the ice once more taking photographs when the opportunity presented itself.

They found safe rooms to rest under the subway to eat or catch their breath and tend to wounds. Gladio prepared himself well for the fight of his life. None of the daemons here were weaklings or compared to those wandering in the wastelands. These were ones who could end them in a single hit if they were careless.

He would rest only at Ignis’ insistence and Noctis urging him to sleep at his side. Sleep didn’t come, not when Gladio maintained his constant vigilance and to watch his king sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Their first hard fight was the Behemoth King guarding the gates to the entrance of the castle. Gladio allowed the borrowed power to burst out of him and attacked with all his might. Ignis’ plans were working well and they ended it with Noctis summoning his Armiger arms to end the behemoth. Even after spending ten years asleep in the Crystal, Noctis’ fighting had improved.

Gladio loved fire. Nothing beat the crackle of fire when he camped or the warmth in provided on cold nights, but the heat licking at his skin the moment they entered the courtyard outside the castle, threatened to scorch him.
“Ignis!” Prompto yelled as he grabbed Ignis and pulled him to safety behind a fallen marble pillar.

Ifrit was a force to be reckoned with. Even Noctis seemed slightly intimidated to be up against a mighty foe that no doubt Ardyn was watching somewhere in amusement. Gladio struggled to even stay on his two feet with every hard knock of fire directed at him or the others. Even so, he used what Noctis gave him to his advantage.

The fight drags on and even he’s reaching his limit until Noctis received help from astrals to banish Ifrit. Seeing Noctis summoning Shiva was both breathtaking and frightening as the area immediately froze over without regard of the rest of them and Noctis plunged his sword into Ifrit with Shiva’s aid. In moments, Gladio could move freely once more and he shivered from the cold still clinging to his body.

“Warn us next time.” Gladio panted.

“Sorry.” Noctis apologized as they entered the castle.

Everything was as Gladio remembered. Nothing was out of place except it was empty and silent. The castle once bustled with life with many servants and other political officials coming and going. Of course, there was Noctis too who filled the castle with life. No King Regis greeted them in the waiting room reserved only for him and his son to discuss private personal matters with the exceptions from time to time being Ignis or Gladio.

“I hated this room.” Noctis suddenly said as he glanced up at the paintings decorating the ceiling. “My dad always looked sad.”

Gladio grimaced at the recollection of King Regis speaking with his father in hushed whispers and his father coming home solemn if not frustrated he could do no more for his king. Then a tragic realization hit him. Regis had known. Regis had known all along that one day Noctis would return to this very room years later with them. An end not even he as a father could prevent.

“Noct…” Prompto said sympathetically.

“He loved you.” Ignis added. “Nothing can change that.”

“Thanks guys…you’re the best.” Noctis smiled and exchanged a fist bump with Prompto. “So this is it.”

Gladio pinched the bridge of his nose then sighed. “Yeah. We’d better get moving.”

“Wait.” Prompto interrupted and pulled out a photo album from his pack. “Noct…I know it’s not much, but please look through these and you can pick whatever you want.”

Noctis nodded as he flipped through the album, laughing at some point no doubt after finding a few embarrassing photos. Then his expression changed to a crinkle of his eyes and tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m going to miss you guys.” He pulled two photographs from the album and smiled. “Thanks, Prompt. It means a lot.”

Ignis cleared his throat. “I do believe Gladio deserves the last say before we go up.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Gladio admitted. There was too much left unspoken but no time to spend lamenting on lost opportunities.

Prompto crossed his arms and raised a brow. “Wow. That’s so unromantic, Big Guy. By now any girl would be swooning but you’re terrible at it with Noct.”

“Shut up.” Gladio snorted. “Noctis is different.” He slowly placed his hand over his heart and bowed slightly to his king. “It has been an honor being your shield, King Noctis.”

Ignis also placed a hand over his heart and bowed and Prompto followed as the three of them expressed their gratitude and honor of serving Noctis, of watching him grow from a prince to the king standing before them.

“Please, my friends, you don’t have to be so formal.” Noctis said lightly though he was smiling. “The kingdom will need your guidance. I have placed all my faith in you as my father did with me.”

Gladio stood with pride seeing Noctis mature well and unwavering with his decision. “Let’s go then.”

The throne room laid in ruins. Only the throne laid untouched by Ardyn’s destruction as the rest was damaged by a fight that occurred long ago.

“There you are.” Ardyn’s voice rung out. “And not a moment too soon. I’ve been waiting, Your Majesty.”

Gladio summoned his sword out of rage though he knew this fight was not his. All any of them could do was bite back their anger and watch.

“Oh.” Ardyn laughs in amusement. “Well…killing the princess surely spurred a few events, but I made a mistake. I should have struck the shield instead.”

Noctis summoned his own sword and frowned. “Get off my throne, jester.”

“Ah yes, first you have to claim it. For now though...” Ardyn snapped his fingers as he summoned daemons into the throne room. “Your friends will be entertained while we settle the score.”

Noctis hesitated, pausing to consider whether to include his friends in a fight against an immortal being twisted by his own jealousy and vengeance. Ardyn, however, chose for him and snapped his fingers to unleash a violet light aimed directly at Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto.

Gladio felt a sharp pain in his neck and heard his name called out before his vision went dark and his consciousness slipped.
How many minutes or hours had passed since he lost consciousness.

Gladio groaned as every blow he had taken and pushed his body past its limit caused dull aches to prevent him from sitting up quickly. The last thing he recalled was the throne room and now he was outside the castle entrance with Ignis already awake and pacing back and forth. Prompto sat, sullen, and quiet by one of the pillars with his gun drawn out possibly out of caution that Ardyn may send a deadly foe after them.

“You are awake.” Ignis sighed in relief. “None of us seem harmed. I doubt he intended to kills us from the start.”

Gladio cared little if Ardyn truly had his own twisted way of finding salvation, not when he had hurt Noctis out of a plot of revenge that had led to all this. “We’d better stay put then.”

“I was thinking the same.” Ignis nodded in agreement.

No daemons roamed by though the heavy silence did little to aid their worries. Eventually they heard footsteps coming from behind them. Noctis stood covered in grime and looking worse for wear yet stood with his head held high.

“You did it.” Gladio managed a smile.

“Yeah.” Noctis’ eyes focused solely on Gladio then he turned his attention to the sky. “So this is it.”

Prompto’s lips quivered as he struggled to keep his composure, but Gladio reached to hold his arm in comfort though he wasn’t sure it did much when he too could hardly suppress his own desires to stop Noctis from entering the throne room again.

“It’s up to you guys now. Walk tall, my friends.” Noctis smiled, the unwavering trust he had in them was an honor Gladio would carry with pride for his king.

“Take care.” Ignis said with the tone he often used when Noctis found himself in need of reassurance he was walking the right path.

Gladio heard rustling behind them as daemons slowly ascended from the ground. Ardyn maybe be dead, but his corruption had to be purged by Noctis to end the darkness and reign of daemons. He summoned his greatsword and watched the group prepare themselves for battle. Their job was to fight until Noctis completed his ritual within the throne to beckon the kings for help.

Gladio through all his might into the final battle. The daemons were insanely strong with no intentions of letting their prey escape alive. Between him and Prompto, they fought at the frontlines while Ignis planned their forms of attack and engaged when the moment presented itself to him. They worked as a team to combat the daemons until their bloodcurdling screeches filled the air and they turned into ash.

Hours must have passed between the fighting and running and Gladio was starting to feel the wave of exhaustion crashing onto him. Prompto sunk to his knees and panted. “Holy shit…we did it.” He said in disbelief.

“No, Noctis did.” Ignis corrected him. “He saved us.”

Gladio stood on shaky legs that threatened to give out from under him, but he had to see. He had to go to Noctis.

“Gladio.” Prompto called out to stop him.

“Prompto, he needs to do this. We all do.” Ignis protested as he helped Prompto back to his feet and found his way to the stone steps.

The world stood still as Gladio climbed the stone steps. Ten years ago he climbed the very same steps every day to train Noctis. Each time he held his head up high and bowed to King Regis when called upon. Now the stairs seemed to stretch on forever, each step leading him closer to a fallen king.
Gladio pushed the doors to the throne open, his footfalls echoing in the room as he started to see light creep in.

“Noctis.” He whispered as he took in the scene he had seen in his nightmares countless of times.

Noctis sat slumped forward on the throne, his hair covering his face though the sword piercing his body left no room for doubt that he was gone. The prince that loved fishing, who acted cool to hide his shyness, and cared for animals more than he cared to admit would no longer smile or drive Gladio up the wall with his stubbornness to defy every advice he gave him during training.

“Iggy, I don’t want to look.” Prompto confessed and kept his gaze trained on the doors instead of the throne.

“It’s alright, you do not have to describe it to me. I prefer you don’t.” Ignis made an effort to offer some form of comfort to Gladio by touching his shoulder, but the other man shrugged him off before he made his way up to the throne.

“Rest now, my King.” Gladio murmured as he ran his fingers through Noctis’ hair and leaned down to hold his lifeless body in his arms. He pulled the sword out with care not to mutilate the body further and he planted a kiss on the top of Noctis’ head.

Slowly, the magic inside of his body started flowing out and wrapping around him and Noctis to encase them both until all that remained were glass particles disintegrating gradually in the air. “Thanks.” He said, voice barely a whisper as the last gift Noctis granted him disappeared leaving him cold and empty.

“We’ll take it from here.” Gladio promised.
---

Nyx is late, and Libertus does heat up his packed lunch for him. They power walk all the way to the designated meeting room in silence, devouring their food as fast as possible. Crowe meets them at the door.

“Cutting it close, aren’t you?” she says, looking at her watch. Nyx blinks.

“What are you doing here?” Libertus voices what they’re both thinking, his accent coming in thicker with surprise.

“Crownsguard is here too.” Crowe shrugs, unconcerned. “Guess the boss wants us all in the loop for this one.”

“Do you know what ‘this one’ is about?” Nyx steps into the conference room. It looks like it was maybe supposed to be a reception hall -- high ceilings to match the lobby, and black-marbled walls shot through with a fainter, pink stone to make it look more welcome. Lights shine warmly from their mounted scones. Any previous furniture has been removed, and now there are around fifty chairs clustered in the front room. About three-fourths of them are filled with uniformed bodies.

“Nope.” Crowe gestures for them to follow. “Figure it’s something to do with Izunia, though. He hates the Caelums.”

“Would he really do anything?” Nyx says doubtfully. “The IPF already know he’s alive and around.” Surely he can’t be so stupid.

“Don’t underestimate Izunia,” Crowe warns. “He used to be a big shot in the community. Everybody liked him until near the end, when they figured out he was the one breaking all the rules. A lot of people probably still owe him favors now that he’s alive to collect.”

They take their seats. Nyx is about to ask what exactly Crowe meant by ‘big shot in the community,’ but right when he opens his mouth the door beeps, locking itself, and the lights dim. Everyone quiets down.

There’s a low whir. The SOI report of Ardyn Izunia projects itself onto the wall in front of them, marble veins showing through to give the whole image an almost diseased look.

“As you all should have seen earlier today, Ardyn Izunia has been spotted within Insomnia.” Clarus Amicitia doesn’t bother with niceties like introducing himself. The reflected light makes harsh crags of his face and his shaved head gleam; he looks like a golem, carved from rock. “We have reason to believe he is acting against Caelum Corp and the Caelum family. Therefore we will be raising personal security around Mr. Caelum and his son, pulling about half of Kingsglaive into Crownsguard for the duration. All other members of Kingsglaive will be temporarily reassigned to other units.”

“Izunia is a credible threat.” Clarus stares out at them. “For those of you who were with me in ‘54, you know what those months were like. If you weren’t, prepare yourselves. Kingsglaive will come to me after the briefing for their assignments.”

Nyx sits through the rest of the presentation with half his attention focused on Amicitia. He memorizes names, security details, and faces; all the while he’s still ticking over what Crowe said before the meeting started. In 754, nothing was going on in the public eye except for a larger than usual crime wave, he remembers. But the IPF knew better. There was a civil war going on within the Yakuza prefectural leadership, and it began spilling out into the city streets. Murders and suicides were at an all time high that summer.

Was Izunia the one who lost? Or merely the one who got caught? Business is as usual now, once again slidingly neatly below the radar, and their relationship with law enforcement is as friendly as it ever gets.

“Dismissed,” Clarus Amicitia says. The lights turn on again. “Kingsglaive, to me.”

Nyx rises and steps into line ahead of Libertus. When he gets close to the head he can hear every Kingsglaive member giving their call-code, and see them receive a folder. When it’s his turn he tells Amicitia, “Kingsglaive One-Six,” and receives his own folder.

“On-campus access only,” Amicitia says to him. “Keep it in your locker or memorize and dispose of it properly.”

“Sir,” Nyx replies. He keeps it shut -- sealed, he sees, with clear packing tape -- until he and Libertus are back in their own building.

“That was interesting,” Nyx says, dropping into an office chair. “Don’t you think that was interesting, Libertus?”

“I think it's trouble.” Libertus drops into his own chair with a scowl. “Go on, read your assignment. We only have ten minutes before lunch is over.”

That reminds Nyx: he should text Noct. He absolutely already knew what restaurant he would take the other man to as soon as the dinner invitation was issued, be resolved to wait at least until lunch in order not to seem like a creep.

How do you feel about Galahadian? he shoots off, then pulls out the multitool attached to his keyring. The blade is a bit dull -- he’ll have to sharpen it when he gets home.

He pulls out his assignment: Kingsglaive Sixteen, assigned to personal detail starting the next day, blah blah, next page--

A startlingly familiar face stares at him, intense blue eyes peering out from behind messy black bangs.

Noctis Caelum.

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I feel like I'm sabotaging their relationship before it even begins?? And I'm the author???? NOT TO WORRY, THEIR ~~LOVE LUST~~ MUTUAL ATTRACTION WILL WIN THROUGH.

Anyways, updates may be coming a little slower now that school has started -- work in addition to night classes will be eating up my time D:

Also:

Ardyn: "Hello, Your Majest--"

Cactuar: "HISSSSSSSSS" *flails aggressively*

You're very correct on the scenario :^) and however far you wanna take it! I leave full artistic license to whoever wants to fill. Thanks!

Seconded! I need some bros fishing injured!noct out of a lake

I really can't wait to read this! Super excited!

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“What took you so long?” Noctis asked as he sat up in his throne.

The entire hall was beautifully decorated with flowers adorning the marble rails. A scarlet banner baring the Lucian crest with the name Noctis Lucis Caelum CXIV sown into the fabric decorated the front of the throne. Petals descended from the ceiling, flowing in the air to fall on the steps leading up to the King’s chair.

Noctis sat in the chair, gallant and handsome in his formal and traditional uniform worn by all the Lucian Kings before him. He smiled as he greeted the newcomer.

Gladio chuckled. “You left us a lot of work to do.”

“Ready to sleep?” Noctis beckoned Gladio to join him at the throne.

Gladio kneeled beside his King and cupped his chin while tucking back a lock of hair. “How can I sleep when I’m finally here with you.” He breathed and his lips ghosted over Noctis’ as the King closed the gap to share a tender kiss.

“I missed you as well.” Noctis smiled softly, his hand resting on top of Gladio’s. “May we be together here and in our rebirth.”

Gladio chuckled and pressed another kiss then finally resting his head on the arm of Noctis’ chair. “Wherever you go, I’ll follow. Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Sounds like a challenge.” Noctis grinned and placed a hand on top of Gladio’s head to gently caress his hair with the tips of his fingers. “I’m winning this time.”

“Yeah, right, you’ve got a long way to go, Your Majesty.” Gladio closed his eyes, body feeling light and relaxed with Noctis at his side.

“We’ll see.” Noctis said softly and leaned closer to Gladio, seeking the familiar warmth of his skin. On his other side laid to photographs on the arm of the chair.

In one, it was all four of them with the Regalia posing together knowing it would be the first photograph to mark the start of their long journey. The second was of him and Gladio.

A shot taken in secret of them sitting by the dock together at Galdin Quay, both more interested in each other than the scenery or fish. The photographs were what kept Noctis occupied while he waited for all his friends to join him one by one.

For hundreds of years King Noctis Lucis Caelum slept in peace with his royal protector, Gladio Amicitia on a throne both ruled in a life that existed in another realm reserved for those who sacrificed much all in the name to uphold and protect the Crystal. The gods were merciful enough to grant them at least one final wish.

--
One day, Noctis woke up once more, in a future of peace. Another chance. A brand new life without any recollection of the past, yet the soul of the late King Noctis laid inside this new body. It yearned for adventure and most of all, to ease the part of him that seemed to be missing.

/Wherever you go, I’ll follow./ The words echoed in the back of his mind even as a child. Someone was waiting for him. He would find them, and never stop looking until he felt whole again.

WOW i'm late back to this party but nope, throw in or leave out whoever you want!

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Re: Gladio/Ignis, frottage

Re: Gladio/Ignis, frottage

Clarus/Regis, Anal Stretching + Anal Plugs

Noctis/Gladio Shaving

OP HERE-Re: Gen Chocobros, Prompto Self-harming

Ardyn/Nyx, First Meeting

ardyn/any, necrophilia

Ardyn/Noctis, Sleeping Beauty

Re: Fill: 10.2/10 Ardyn/Prompto (eventual Noctis/Prompto) Sexual Harassment/Non-con

Redux part 5/?

Redux part 6/?

Re: Redux part 7/?

Redux part 7/?

Redux part 8/?

Redux part 9/?

Redux part 10/?

Redux part 11/?

Redux part 12/13

FILL: 5/?, Nyx/Noctis - AU, caught screwing the boss's son

Re: Gen: Noctis + Cactuar, Adventure Awaits

Op!Re: Noct/Ardyn, train groper

Re: Noctis/Any, Care taking + Happy times

Re: Author Anon bears (more) questions!

Redux part 13/13

Re: the bros, sex work