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FILL: 2/? - Noctis/Any Ace!Noct

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto has long since passed out in Noctis’ bed, sprawled across the entire thing like he owns it. It’s not a battle to get him to share the space but Noctis will have to accept the warm cuddles that come with bed sharing with him. It isn’t so awful most of the time.

“You should get some sleep,” Ignis says, quietly. He’s finished tidying up their pizza boxes and pop bottles and sets the bags by the door to take with him.

Noctis knows he should, but he can’t bring himself to move from his spot on the couch. He can see Ignis everywhere in the penthouse from here and he likes it that way. “About Eren.”

Ignis sighs heavily. He sits down across from Noctis in one of the armchairs and meets his gaze. “My world revolves around you, Noctis, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be involved with other people.”

“I don’t like him,” Noctis says. There’s a lump forming in his throat but he can’t let himself give into the juvenile antics that let him get his way with anyone else. “Please don’t go out with him again.”

“You don’t even know him,” Ignis says. He hesitates. “He’s not a good conversationalist, though, and he lacks a refined palate.”

Noctis squirms. He can see himself in the very definition Ignis is giving and his heart sinks. He may be a prince, but you need more than that for a lasting relationship. Noctis doesn’t think there’s enough to his personality to keep Ignis interested even before the lack of the pull for intimacy in his veins becomes an issue.

“Do you guys…” Noctis lets the words trail off. He can’t bring himself to say fuck because he doesn’t want to imagine Ignis in bed with anyone. “Are you - ?”

Ignis meets Noctis’ gaze and doesn’t look away. For a long while he’s quiet, like maybe he’s trying to figure out if this is an appropriate conversation to be having with Noctis of all people when they both know it isn’t. Noctis refuses to look away even though he can feel his palms start to sweat.

“I’m not a virgin,” Ignis says, eventually. He pulls his glasses off and cleans them with a handkerchief hidden away in a pocket. “Though I expect Eren was hoping tonight we would consummate this thing between us.”

“Don’t do it,” Noctis breathes, his voice barely a whisper.

Ignis closes his eyes and sighs, glasses folded neatly in his hands. “You should head to bed, your highness. You have brunch with your father at eleven.”

It’s not a definitive answer and Noctis knows when he’s being dismissed. He hates it, but he doesn’t have it in him to fight Ignis. He knows he doesn’t get to control Ignis personal life or dictate anything about him but Noctis doesn’t have to like it.

Noctis stands up and feels beyond exhausted as he crosses the room. He doesn’t bother to say goodnight or goodbye before closing the door and crawling into bed besides Prompto.




There’s fruit salad in a bowl in the kitchen and Noctis wrinkles his nose. “Ignis, I don’t like blackberries or red grapes. Or raspberries.” He hesitates, and adds, “I don’t like strawberries, either.”

“Then it’s a good thing I made that for Prompto,” Ignis replies. He’s got his sleeves rolled up as he washes the knife and cutting board he used and Noctis has to fight the urge to reach out and touch. “Apparently the little glutton has a healthy side.”

Prompto can devour a burger and fries faster than anyone else Noctis knows but he is endlessly gnawing on healthy snacks in between classes. Plus, Noctis has seen all the early morning running selfies he posts.

Noctis wishes he had that kind of dedication.

“I don’t get breakfast?” Noctis asks.

“I can make you a fruit smoothie,” Ignis offers. “But we need to leave to for the Citadel soon.”

Noctis rubs his wrist and wonders where he left the watch his father gave him this time. “I should go get Prompto up…”

“The brunch was just for you and your father,” Ignis says. He dries his hands and starts to roll down his sleeves. “Though, I’m sure we can find something to keep him entertained with if he wishes to stay tonight as well.”

Noctis means to turn around and wake up his best friend, but the traitorous part of his brain has him stepping closer to Ignis instead. He grabs the front of his buttondown, fingers twisting the starched fabric and presses his face into the crook of Ignis’ neck. Noctis just breathes in his scent and relishes in his warmth.

“Noctis…” Ignis breathes. His hand hovers over Noctis’ hip, fingertips barely brushing the slip of skin between his sweats and tank top.

“Well this is awkward,” Prompto says, far too chipper for someone who just ruined the moment. “Oh, hey. Is that fruit salad?”




They brunch in the garden at the same little wrought iron table they always eat at. It’s close enough to the pond that Noctis can stare at the koi when he gets tired of staring at his father. He picks at his waffles but not even the powdered sugar and crème fraîche makes the fruit bowl appetizing.

Regis watches Noctis roll a blueberry around his plate, but for once doesn’t chide him about his dietary hangups.

“I did want to discuss something important with you,” Regis says, once their plates are cleared and orange juice topped off. He waves off the staff and waits until they are alone.

Noctis groans and tries to melt back into his seat. “The garden is suppose to be sacred,” he accuses and he’s absolutely not pouting.

“This isn’t about your studies or the kingdom,” Regis says. He sighs heavily and scratches his chin thoughtfully. “It’s of a personal nature.”

He’s going to ask Noctis why he doesn’t have a girlfriend, again. Like Noctis hasn’t been trying to make it unquestionably clear that he has no interested in dating someone just for the sake of making them the future queen. He tries not to think about his future or the fate of Insomnia, if he can help it. It’s too much.

Noctis hates to think about the fact someday soon his dad is going to die.

“There’s no tactful way to ask this,” Regis says. “Noctis, do you prefer the company of men?”

Noctis blinks. He looks away from the shimmering surface of the pond to stare at his father and it takes a moment for his brain to process exactly what his father is trying to ask. “Are you asking if I’m gay?”

Regis sighs and slumps back in his chair. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, Noctis. I was attempting to be respectful about it. You understand I love you no matter what, but it puts us - you - in a precarious situation.”

“I’m not,” Noctis says. At least, he doesn’t think he is. He has no drive to give him a preference for men or women. The feelings bubbling in his chest for Ignis have nothing to do with what’s between his legs and everything to do with who Ignis is as a person. What he represents. And the fact he looks like he’d be able to make Noctis feel small and safe while laying together in bed, long limbs tangled together. “I don’t… Did Ignis say something?”

“Should I speak to Ignis about this?” Regis asks. He looks at Noctis carefully, his expression unreadable.

“No,” Noctis says, though he thinks probably. Ignis understands what Noctis is thinking and feeling even before Noctis does most days.

“I love you,” Regis says, again. He looks tired. “I want you to be happy. Even if you have to end up in a political marriage - “

“Dad,” Noctis groans, covering his face with his hands.

Regis carries on like he isn’t embarrassing his son or breaking the covenant of the garden. “ - I would like it to be with someone you can live with and lets you keep your lover on the side.”

“I don’t have a lover,” Noctis says, indignant. He doesn’t know how many times he can say he’s not interested before his father and everyone else around Noctis starts to get the point.

“That’s the part that is starting to concern me,” Regis says, mostly to himself. He sighs. “Did you want some trifle?”

Obviously.




Ignis is watching Gladiolus throw Prompto around the training room while waiting for Noctis to finish. He smiles warmly at him despite the awkwardness of the last few days. “Did you wish to join in?”

“Please,” Prompto begs. “I can’t keep up with Gladio. He’s literally killing me.”

“Figuratively,” Gladiolus says. He raps Prompto’s ass with the training sword before pointing it at Noctis. “You should bring him by more often. It might be good for you to train with someone your size.”

Prompto flops back onto the thick mats and groans, his practice sword rolling away from him. “I don’t see how you do this for fun.”

“I don’t,” Noctis says. “I don’t have a choice. How did Gladio trick you, anyway?”

“Apparently the kid is having problems losing the last of his baby fat,” Gladiolus says, grinning wickedly. “Told him it takes more than running a few miles every day to actually tone.”

“I regret every second of it,” Prompto says loudly. “My arms are going to fall off tonight.”

“Suck it up, buttercup,” Gladiolus says. “You get used to the burn and that’s when you know you’re getting better.”

Noctis groans and he can feel the ghost pains in his arms from sparring sessions with Gladiolus. He doesn’t envy Prompto’s pain tonight, but it isn’t going to be the end of the world for him. “Can we get burgers?”

“You just ate,” Ignis says with a frown. He would never accuse Regis of not feeding his son but Regis doesn’t have the kitchen staff cater their menus around Noctis’ picky habits. Ignis spoils him, all things considered.

“I could go for lunch,” Prompto says, sitting up and crossing his legs. “Can I take a shower first?”

“I assure you, that was going to be a requirement,” Ignis says in a deadpan. The corner of his lips twitch up in a smile and it makes Prompto break out into a wide grin.

Noctis bumps his shoulder into his advisor’s side and tries not to feel jealous.




It’s not until after Ignis has gone home for the night that Prompto pulls a notebook out of his backpack. “So, about Ignis.”

Noctis tightens the blanket around him and eyes Prompto warily. “What about Ignis?”

“Obviously everything is about Ignis,” Prompto says. He joins Noctis on the bed and sits so their knees touch. “Operation Seduce Specs. OSS. Codename: Ocelot?”

“We are not calling it that,” Noctis says. He scowls but Prompto seems immune to it. “I’m not seducing anyone.”

“You probably couldn’t if you tried,” Prompto says, winking. He taps his pen against his mouth and stares at Noctis. “I’m thinking your best bet is stealth dating him.”

As much as Noctis is starting to hate this little game, he’s intrigued. “Stealth dating?”

“You know, take him on dates but don’t let him know they’re dates,” Prompto says. He looks at Noctis like he’s dense and Noctis would hit him but he’s warm in his cocoon. “Like, he wants to try that vegan alternative restaurant and he’s got to like going to the movies or minigolf or something.”

“Ignis isn’t a vegan,” Noctis says, frowning. Noctis isn’t even sure he can find anything at a vegan restaurant that he would want to eat. He hates beans and vegetables more than anything. He can’t imagine Ignis playing a round of minigolf either.

“Pretty sure you’re supposed to open up to the other person’s interests,” Prompto says. He isn’t one to talk, considering he can never even work up the nerve to ask any girls out. Even the ones that would probably say yes. “Ignis likes cooking and judging other people’s cooking. Ergo, weird vegan restaurant he wants to try.”

“How do I know he even wants to go to a vegan restaurant and you’re not fucking with me?” Noctis asks through narrowed eyes.

“Because I pay attention when people talk about food?” Prompto asks. He starts jotting down notes in his notebook and Noctis doesn’t try to keep up with the messy scrawl. “I wish I had an older boyfriend. Can Ignis buy alcohol?”

“He’s got a few more months before he’s twenty,” Noctis says. “I’m not getting him drunk.”

“Well, I don’t know how fast you move so we’re keeping it on the list,” Prompto says. He tucks the pen behind his ear and scratches the back of his neck. “This is a good start, right?”

Prompto holds the notebook out for Noctis to take and he’s as curious as he is wary.

1. stealth dates
2. stalk him
3. fake sex pollen
4. actual sex pollen?
5. get him drunk
6. get abs

“Hey!” Noctis says, smacking Prompto in the knee with the notebook. “My abs are more defined than yours at least!”

“For now,” Prompto says smugly. “Gladio said he’d help me.”

“And you will definitely regret that,” Noctis huffs at him. “Why is sex pollen even on the list? It doesn’t exist outside of porn, you asshole.”

“I refuse to believe sex pollen doesn’t exist,” Prompto says definitively. He flops down on the bed and stretches out. “I think that lists is a really good start though. You might even get in Ignis’ pants before you’re your dad’s age.”

Noctis drops the notebook on the floor and flops down next to Prompto. His warmth is comforting even if he is a raging asshole tonight. “It’s more complicated than that. Ignis is my advisor. I’m pretty sure he could be exiled or something if he’s caught in bed with me.”

“So don’t get caught?” Prompto asks, frowning. “I mean, you have your own apartment and Ignis is over here all the time anyway. It can’t be that hard.”

“I don’t think it’s that easy…” He lets his voice trail off and he scooches closer to Prompto, though he doesn’t share any of his blanket. “Besides, my dad already thinks I’m gay. He’d just be more suspicious.”

“What? Really, dude?” Prompto says. He makes a warding gesture with his hands. “We can’t share a bed if you’re gay. That would be gay.”

Noctis shoves him towards the edge of the bed and huffs. “Go turn off the light, Prom. I’m tired and you’re closer.”

“You’re spoiled is what you are,” Prompto says, but he rolls out of bed and hits the light switch anyways. “And you better plan on sharing that blanket or I will lick your face and sabotage your plans for seduction.”

“Can we please stop calling it seduction?” Noctis sighs. He closes his eyes and loosens the blanket enough that Prompto can crawl under it. “It’s not like that.”

“I get it, you’re soulmates or something, not fast friends, blah blah,” Prompto says around a yawn. He is close enough that his knee brushes against Noctis, but he won’t close the distance until he’s fast asleep and desperate for warmth.

Noctis should tell Prompto the truth. Under the cover of darkness, it might even be safe. But Prompto asks so many questions and Noctis just doesn’t have any answers to give him. He doesn’t have any answers for himself or even to know what questions to ask. He doesn’t know why he lacks the same thrum through his veins that apparently runs rampant through Prompto’s, but he does.

Noctis doesn’t want in Ignis’ pants. Not right now, anyway. Maybe that will change when they're together or maybe Ignis will expect it from him and maybe Noctis will like it when it's with him. Right now, Noctis isn’t worried about any of that. That’s future Noctis’ problem. He has to convince Ignis to give him a chance before he worries about all the little details.

Right now, all Noctis wants is to get to brush his soft hair behind his ears and maybe kiss his bowed lips and lie tangled together in the bed he’s tangled together with Prompto in.

He doesn’t have the words to say any of that though and he doesn’t know if Prompto would understand if he did. So he settles for sighing and saying, “good night, Prom.”

“Night,” Prompto agrees around another large yawn. “Thanks for letting me stay over again.”

“Anytime,” Noctis says, and he means it.

Re: FILL: 2/? - Noctis/Any Ace!Noct

[(Anonymous)]

OP is loving the hell out of this! Holy shit so much feels and so on point for how I see Noct's interest in sex and sexual stuff in the game.

Re: FILL: 2/? - Noctis/Any Ace!Noct

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis is me and I am Noctis. <3