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Concept: Uncle Ardyn who lives in the basement of the Citadel. His rooms are full of artefacts he's collected over the years, from skulls of now-extinct animals to scrolls that really shouldn't have survived as long as they have.

There's no bed down there, he doesn't need to sleep, after all, just multiple random non-matching but incredibly comfortable couches. They're all complete eye-sores and no one should ever have throws that ugly, but Ardyn loves them because they're his.

Likewise, his walls are covered in tapestries, his favourite being a navy one covered in constellations. His many great-nephews and nieces love hiding down there with him, it's the perfect place to hide from their carers, mainly because no one bar the Royals ever enter his rooms.

Ardyn especially disliked Mors, the man had always been an ass, even as a child. So when little Regis appeared at his doors in tears, he'd hide the boy away, settle him on a couch with a nice mug of hot chocolate and scare Mors off.

When Aulea dies in childbirth, Regis sits on one of the couches with his newborn son and leans against his Uncle's chest while Ardyn runs his fingers through his hair. He's a weird man, and one infected with the Scourge, but he’s the best Uncle they could ask for.

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Get to know the blogger.

thanks for the tag @chupacabrasmustdie - sorry it took me weeks to do this.

1: Why did you choose your url? It was summer 2019, it was hot, I started a terror side blog on a whim because I was writing a fic, and slapped anything down.

2: Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them

This is the side blog

3: How long have you been on tumblr? 5 years?

4: Do you have a queue tag? I started one at christmas. Queuest Passage. I usually fill it up while bored on a sunday morning.

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place? I had SO many terror posts in my likes I needed to put them somewhere.

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp? because Francis saying 'go fuck yourself' is my whole mood.

7: Why did you choose your header? I don't have one! 8: What’s your post with the most notes? this Devon truthbomb.

9: How many mutuals do you have? Is there any way to know this, oh mysterious question writer?

10: How many followers do you have? 464

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12: Have you ever made a shitpost? Once or twice (or thrice) in the 2020 soup.

13: How often do you use tumblr each day? I open the app at least 4 times a day.

14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won? Nope. 'cause i'm an adult. but I have only ever gotten shitty anons on this blog.

15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? Scroll right on past

16: Do you like tag games? not the tagging other people part

17: Do you like ask games? no, cause people don't ask anything.

18: Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?ltwilliamowett is pretty famous I think. burialofstrawberries too, got testamonials and everything. Paramaline as well.

19: Do you have a crush on a mutual? @girdedheraround 😘

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Am I making a series of these?

Yes. Yes I am.

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Ignis, burns MTs to ash with a spell no man with repressed emotions should ever have access to. 

Ravus: Fuck me 

Ignis: Pardon? 

Ravus, stripping:  I said 'fuck me'. Right now. Against this burning wreck. Hard.

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does regis post embarrassing photos of noct though

Oh, all the time!!! 

Regis is the source of 99% of the photographs of Noctis that are available online. His most liked photograph is one of three-year-old Noctis fast asleep on his front with his face on his pillow and his bum in the air. It’s adorable and Regis loves the photograph, but Noctis hates it. When Prompto showed it to him during their lunch break in school, he snuck out of the bathroom window, Prompto in tow, and booked it back to the Citadel where he begged his dad to take it down.

Regis being Regis refused to do so, saying it was an adorable photograph. Noctis responded by posting a photo of his dad in a pair of ‘Are You Nasty?’ shorts, a crop top and some god-awful shoes. It went viral in a matter of hours. The King’s PR team begged Noctis to take it down, but both the Prince and King found it highly amusing. 

And thus began the ‘War of Embarrassment’ as Noctis liked to call it. Unfortunately for him, Regis had years of material whilst Noct had to rely on Cor for all of his.

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Cor introducing baby Prompto as his son to the world via a selfie is something I think about a lot.

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How Uncle Ardyn Ended The War

'Ardyn?'

'Yes Regis'

'This is a head'

'Yes, yes it is.'

'The Emperor's head'

'Yup'

'Why is the Emperor's head on my table?'

'Well I could hardly put it in the fridge my boy, imagine the scandal.'

'...I hate you so much.'

'I know.'

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Prompto as Cor's biological kid for the 5AU meme

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

Cor doesn’t even remember who the mother of his adorable three week old son was, he can barely remember what he ate for breakfast let alone who he slept with ten months ago. What he does know is that she must have been very beautiful to create the angelic three week old infant the social worker presented to him. He also knows that he would give his life in a heartbeat to protect his son.

With the help of Regis, Aulea and Clarus, Cor moves from his tiny shack of an apartment into something more suitable for a single father, which also just so happened to be closer to the Citadel. Regis handles the paperwork and convinces the social workers that Cor is more than capable of caring for his son, and that he, Aulea and Clarus will support him until he’s able to cope on his own. 

The first week was nowhere near as hard as Cor expects it to be. Prompto, bless his little heart, is the perfect child. He rarely cries, only doing so when he’s hungry or has soiled his nappy. It does worry him, but his friends reassure him that if Prompto needs him he will make it very obvious.

Introducing Prompto to his colleagues is an experience. All his son has to do is smile and/or giggle and his target is sold. Cor can’t help but laugh when after refusing multiple times, Titus witnesses one of Prompto’s giggling fits and promptly accepts the infant from Cor’s outstretched arms.

The day Prompto takes his first steps, Cor’s sitting on the floor of his office, going through piles of paperwork he’s been neglecting. He was signing off a request for new training swords when Prompto toddled over, tripping over his own feet and landing on the papers giggling all the while. Cor stared dumbfounded for a moment, mouth agape as he watched his son laugh and wave his arms around, before laughing and swinging Prompto up into his arms. He proceeded to run down to Regis’ office, set his son on his feet and grin proudly as Prompto toddled over to the King, babbling away to himself. ‘I told you Prom would walk before Noctis.’ 

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how would ardyn react to homeless noct in the version where noct is kidnapped by randoms?

In this AU I like to think that Ardyn is Noctis’ weird Immortal Uncle. Before Noctis was taken, he used to love spending hours with his Uncle, listening to his strange stories about the past and his ancestors, he especially loved the stories about his dad as a little boy.

The night Noctis is taken, Ardyn was sitting in his rooms in the basement of the Citadel, reading one of his many books. He was also the first person Regis called. Within seconds of receiving the call, he was upstairs, desperately searching Noctis’ room for any traces of the boy, his precious nephew. 

He spends weeks looking for Noct, and never really stops looking. Just as Regis refuses to accept that his son is dead, Ardyn refuses to believe it, he would know if something had happened. Noctis was, after all, the Chosen King. There would have been some indication from the Six that he had died, perhaps choosing Regis to act in his place, so with no changes to the Prophecy, he knows Noctis is alive. And it kills him that he cannot find him.

The day Noctis comes home is the happiest day of his life. While Regis spends the night curled up around his son, holding him close and refusing to let go of him, Ardyn sits in the chair by the window, daggers in hand, watching over his nephews and promising death to whoever would dare try and hurt them. It sticks in his throat that they were never able to find the ones responsible, but he’s more than happy to help Noctis out with his feline children.

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Just because Regis is the King, doesn't mean he doesn't try his hardest to be there for Noct. The one year his boy took part in his school's Sports Day, he was on the sidelines, proudly screaming 'THAT'S MY BOY!' when Noctis won the Javelin.

He's also very supportive of Ignis, whose own family don't really care for the lad, and is more than happy to pull them both into a slightly teary hug whilst telling them how proud he is of them.

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50. RegClar! :D

50.“People are staring.” 

“I hate this,” Clarus complains, dropping his head onto Regis’ shoulder and burying his face in his neck “People are staring.” Regis makes a noise that should never be associated with a King and grins, wrapping his arms around Clarus’ neck in response.

“That tends to be what people do at a wedding my darling.” He laughs.

“Just because it’s the done thing, doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Clarus grumbles though he does force himself to stand up straight, or as straight as Regis’ arms will allow.

“Clarus,” Regis says with a warm smile “Two hours ago you stood at Bahamut’s altar, in front of hundreds of people, and married me, but you’re nervous about dancing in front of our family?”

“In any other situation it wouldn’t bother me, but you can’t see the grins Gladiolus and Noctis are sending our way.”

And true to his word, the pair are standing behind Regis, leaning up against the wall with several drinks in their hands. He makes a mental note to ask Cor to keep an eye on them both; though he suspects Cor won’t be much use in an hour or two, especially when Drautos is already pressed up against him. He shoots a glare at the two boys and quickly sticks his middle-finger up, returning his attention to Regis before his husband, gods it’s good to call him that, can complain.

“If it’s bothering you that much, I have it on good authority that we need only stay until we’ve cut the cake and then we can vanish.” Regis states as he carefully pulls Clarus down for a kiss. “I believe both Iris and Ignis would be quite upset with us if we did not stay for that at least.” 

Clarus laughs “Of course. We dare not disappoint the wedding organisers.”

“Six forbid!” 

“That still doesn’t mean I’m happy about everyone staring at us.”

“Neither am I darling” Regis replies, bringing one hand up to cup his face “An hour and then I am yours. Everyone should be drunk enough by then that we won’t be noticed if we make a run for it.” 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” 

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Pssst, Regis and Clarus getting married though

YES TO ALL OF THIS! I’m sorry this took me a while to finish, I wanted to make it perfect and got a little carried away haha, I hope you enjoy! 

After thirty years on the throne of Lucis, finding oneself with noresponsibilities, save looking somewhat respectable in public, was a strangething. Accepting his abdication had been hard at first. Never in the twothousand years of their line had a monarch been granted the opportunity to stepdown and allow their son - or daughter - to take their place. There were noguidelines for him to follow, no records of the dos and don’ts that previousmonarchs experienced.

Then again, none of his ancestors had spent fifteen years of their livesmourning their son’s future, knowing there would come a time when his preciouschild would be forced to sacrifice himself for the future of Eos. That his dearNoctis would die to bring an end to the Accursed. Regis had honestly expectedthe creature responsible for his son’s bleak future to be something trulyhorrific, perhaps a being so warped by the Scourge that they were no longerrecognisable as human. He hadn’t expected to return to his apartments oneevening and find Clarus sitting in his favourite armchair, his blade layingacross his lap, glaring at the Chancellor of Niflheim who had the balls to besitting in his father’s armchair. Likewise, he hadn’t expected Clarus to tellhim to sit down and just listen to what the man had to say, that it involvedtheir sons.

Ardyn had spent a good six and a half minutes complaining about theAmicitia line, most notably their obsession with beheading first and askingquestions later. Once the man had finally finished complaining he’dleant back in his chair and introduced himself as Ardyn Lucis Caelum; hissomething-something great-uncle and the immortal Accursed. A statement Clarussupported by admitting that he’d accidentally beheaded the man, which explainedArdyn’s earlier complaints, and had watched his head reattach itself onlymoments later. Something Clarus had later admitted had been both disgusting andfascinating.

Two hours after they had first met, Regis had come to two conclusions.One, Ardyn was an asshole - not that he could particularly blame him. Regis wasquite certain that had he devoted his life to healing and fixing the mistakesof the Atrals, only be rejected by the gods and executed by his own brother, hewould be in the exact same position as Ardyn. And two, he was an asshole Regiswas willing to trust. More so when Ardyn made it quite clear that he had nodesire to be the cause of his great-nephew’s death.

“I do believe the Six have had enough blood shed in their names,” Ardynhad drawled, swirling a glass of wine “And dear Noctis is quite possibly one ofmy favourite nephews.” Apparently the Accursed had spent many a day and nightobserving his son from afar. Perhaps not the most comforting thing to be told,but one he could live with considering it meant there was a possibility thatNoctis could survive the damned Prophecy.

By the early hours of the morning Regis was perhaps just as, if not moreconfused than he had been at the beginning of their conversation. That beingsaid, he was also far more hopeful about his son’s future than he had been inyears. It was quite the revelation to discover that not only was the Chancellorof Niflheim the ‘Accursed’, but the man was also his ancestor. An ancestor whohad become increasingly impatient and unwilling to wait another ten years forthe welcoming embrace of death.  

 Initially both the King and his Shield had been less than willing toaccept the man’s words as truth. After all, the tales of the Chancellor’ssilver tongue were numerous and well known, a fact Ardyn himself knew wellenough. Indeed it took three nights of conversation, lasting from dusk tildawn, for Regis and Clarus to slowly come to trust his words. On the thirdnight and at Clarus’ request, Cor had joined them. Taking a seat beside his King,watching Ardyn with a detached curiosity. Though he had instantly perked up atthe mention of his Shield, a man known at Gilgamesh, not of Lucis but loyal toa fault. A loyalty for which he was punished and cursed to wander the groundsof a place Ardyn himself could never roam, all because he had refused to turnhis back on his King.

 “There is nothing quite as painful as knowing the whereabouts of one’sheart and being unable to retrieve it.” Ardyn had lamented before holding hisarms out. “But now the decision must fall to you dear nephew. I know what mustbe done and how we may achieve it, all that remains is for you to decidewhether or not you are prepared to put the lives of your son and those he caresfor in my hands.”

 In the end what choice did they have? No matter Regis’ answer Noctis wasfated to die, and by extension Gladiolus, there really was little differenceeither way. And so, two weeks later both Regis and Clarus had bid their sonsgoodbye on the steps of the Citadel. That night retiring to their bed andsimply clinging onto one another, knowing that they had potentially sent theirsons to their deaths. 

By some miracle that had not been the case as four months later the boyshad returned, accompanied by both Lunafreya and Ravus - the latter of whom haddecided that he no longer wished to see Noctis or Regis dead - with a promisefor the young Oracle that by the end of that very day, Ardyn and by extensionthe Scourge would be no more. Ardyn had seemed more than pleased with the promise,ushering their little rag-tag group to the Crystal’s Chamber as quickly aspossible, pausing only to slash at a painting of the Mystic. But true toLunafreya’s words, by the time the sun set on that day Ardyn was gone, theProphecy fulfilled and his son stood in front of him very much alive.

Fifteen years he had spent mourning his son’s impending death. Fifteengods damned years, and all it took was their Immortal ancestor deciding to ruinthe plans of the Astrals, for the bleak future he’d envisioned to be completelyerased. It was almost surreal. More so when his son started taking on more andmore of his responsibilities, eventually, with the aid of both Cor and Clarus,convincing Regis to step down and allow his son to ascend to the throne. As selfishas it might sound, he was almost relieved to no longer have the pressures of amonarch on his shoulders - the Ring had certainly taken a toll on his body,more so than it had on his father or grandfather.

“You’re thinking too hard again Dad.” The sudden appearance of his sonstanding in front of him, tore Regis from his thoughts. “I’m going to bescooping up brains off the floor at this rate.” Noctis teased with a brightsmile. Looking over his son Regis smiled, reaching out to take hold of his shoulders.“Dad?”

“I don’t say it enough Noct, but I am so, so proud of you.”

“Dad,” Noctis whined averting his gaze, focusing his attention on hisfather’s suit, straightening out the already pristine jacket.

“I mean it Noct, I’m so proud of the man, the King you have become.”

“Dad stop, you’re not allowed to be sappy on your wedding day.”

Laughing Regis pulled him into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to hisforehead. “I think you’ll find that this is the one day that I should beallowed to do exactly that.”

“Ugh save it for Clarus!” Noctis protested, playfully pushing hisfather’s face away and ducking out of his hold.

“Mind my hair!” Regis joked, swiping at his son “I don’t think Wesk willbe too pleased if you ruin all of his hard work.”

“Pfft, when is he ever pleased? He’s worse than Iggy when it comes tolooking presentable.”

“Give the man some credit Noctis. He did have to put up with myself,Clarus, Cid and Cor for close to a year.” Noctis paused for a moment, his nosescrunched up as he contemplated that.

“Okay yeah, he definitely had it worse. How anyone can deal with Cor formore than an hour is beyond me.” Regis opened his mouth to protest but wasquickly cut off by Noctis’ phone ‘kweh’d’. “Don’t judge me, Prompto changedit.”

“And you couldn’t possibly change it back,” He teased.

“Well I was supposed to take you to the down to the Great Hall because Luna’s just arrived, but nowI think I’m just going to leave you here.”

Gasping in mock horror, Regis placed a hand upon his chest “You wouldleave your frail father alone in his bedroom, with no way of making it to his fiancéein time for his own wedding? How cruel a King you are!”

“Come on old man,” Noctis huffed with a roll of his eyes prior tohauling his dad to his feet. “Six knows why Clarus is marrying you if you can’teven drag your butt down a couple of hallways.”

“You cheeky-!” Once again Noctis avoided his hand, dancing just out ofreach and warping behind him. “Cruel child! Insulting and threatening toabandon your poor father! I’ve raised a heathen.” 

“Don’t think you can really call me a heathen when I’ve literally forgedcovenants with the gods.” Noctis reasoned as he linked arms with Regis, gentlyleading him out of his bedroom, sparing a brief moment to nod at the trio ofguards stationed outside the door.

“A feat I find most impressive,” Regis admitted “Even if you did tryyour hardest to give me multiple heart attacks.”

“I just want to point out that I wasn’t the one flew a flying spearthing towards Leviathan.”

“And Cor gave Prompto a suitable lecture for doing so.” Regis sighedheavily, allowing himself to be led towards the elevator. It wasn’t that he wasuncomfortable with his situation, far from it, but he did wish that he andClarus had been allowed to have a small, quiet ceremony with just their friendsand families in attendance. Alas as the King Father, and wasn’t that a strangetitle to hold, there were still certain expectations he had to adhere to, hencethe far too public ceremony he was heading towards.

“You’ve spaced out again,” Noctis murmured, bumping against his side asthey came to a stop outside the elevator. “Nerves?”

Laughing Regis smiled at him “My boy, I’ve long since come to terms withthe fact that I am a perpetually nervous man now, but I’m not going to back outif that’s what you’re wondering. Clarus and I have waited for too long for thisday.”

His fingers unconsciously trailed to the simple golden band on his ringfinger. If he was completely honest with himself, he’d been nervous from themoment Clarus had dropped to one knee after Noctis’ coronation and presentedhim with the ring. With so few duties to fulfil, he’d found himself with almostnothing to do most days, bar exploring the parts of Insomnia he hadn’t seen inyears and taking a trip out to Hammerhead and Altissia, his mother used to tellhim that empty days breeds nerves. He certainly wasn’t worried about Clarusabandoning him at the altar, despite Cid’s teasing. If Clarus was going to runRegis was certain he’d have done it years ago.

After Aulea’s death Regis had made peace with the knowledge that he wasgoing to spend the rest of his life alone, despite the Council pushing for another marriage, claiming that one heirwas simply not enough. A frankly ridiculous argument considering that Regishimself was an only child. He’d promptly had those who kept pushing him towardstheir daughters, or the occasional noble widower, removed from their positions.

“Dad!” Noctis laughed, snapping his fingers in front of his father’s face,grinning at the three guards behind the former-King who were desperately tryingnot to laugh.

“What?” He asked, shaking himself quite literally from his thoughts onceagain.

“Are we going, or do I need to text Gladio and tell him you’re bailingon Clarus?” That certainly got him moving. Playfully pushing his son aside andmuttering incoherently Regis hobbled into the elevator.

“Coming son?” Snorting Noctis joined him, nodding to the guards whosaluted the pair but otherwise stayed put as the doors shut.

“You sure you’re okay dad?” Noctis questioned after a moment of silence,looking over at him in concern.

“I’m fine Noctis” He responded with a warm smile, wrapping an arm aroundhis son’s shoulders “I was the same the day I married your mother. Only thattime I was the one awaiting her arrival, not the other way around.” Noctissmiled and lent against him, careful not to put too much stress on his father’sbad leg.

“What do you think mum would make of Clarus?”

“Oh your mother loved Clarus.”Regis said with a bright smile “She used to joke about the two of us marryingif she had never come along, that we’d do it just to spite the Council.”Snickering Noctis opened his mouth to respond but shut it just as quickly whenelevator doors opened once more, revealing several more guards alongsidePrompto and Ignis. Separating himself from his father, Noctis linked their armsand together they stepped out into the hall.

“Gladiolus and Lord Clarus are already situated and awaiting yourMajesties,” Ignis stated with a bow and warm smile, echoed by Prompto seconds later.

“Thank you Ignis,” Regis replied warmly. The pair stepped aside, handsover their hearts as Noctis and Regis passed by, Noctis pausing very briefly toreach out and squeeze Prompto’s hand before moving on. It took no time at all,minutes at most, for the entourage to arrive at the doors to the Great Hall. “Herewe go,” He muttered softly under his breath, taking in the ornate doors onwhich the other side stood his soon-to-be-husband and what sounded like the entiretyof Insomnia’s nobility.

“Ready?” Noctis asked with a nudge of his arm. “There’s a perfectly goodwindow for warping just over there, not that I have any experience with that.”He added quickly, seeing the look on his father’s face and remembering thatIgnis was standing mere feet behind him.

Regis laughed happily, pulling his son into a one-armed hug “I oncethrew myself from the top of the Citadel just to see how long it would take meto get to the bottom, so I am hardly one to talk.” He paused to straighten hisback and take a deep breath “I’m ready.”

A nod from Noctis and the doors swung open with ease, the traditional yetslightly adapted wedding march announcing their arrival. And there, standing inhis full regalia and looking as handsome as the day they first met, stoodClarus, flanked by his children and even from such a fair distance Regis couldsee the smile upon his face.

Needing no further prompting from his son, Regis crossed the thresholdand began the intimidating walk up the aisle, finally understanding Aulea’scomplaints about the brief journey.

“Lord Amicitia” Noctis greeted with a bow of his head, holding Regis’hand out to the other man.

“Your Majesty.” Clarus responded, copying the young King’s movements andaccepting the offered hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it and winking atRegis. “You look stunning.” He said almost inaudibly as they moved to standbefore Lunafreya who was smiling at them both. Regis took a breath to calmhimself, squeezing Clarus’ hand. He could do this. It didn’t matter that there werequite literally hundreds of faces watching them in that moment, all thatmattered were the smiles of his son and soon to be step-children, in additionto the man he’d loved for decades standing beside him.

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Ardyn begging gilgamesh not to die for him is A+++

I wrote a mini-thing for the ultimate angst :D! 

“For the love of the Six Gilgamesh, deny me!” Ardyn begged, throwing an arm through the bars of his cell and clawing at the harsh stone below, ignoring the chain digging into his neck and restricting his breathing. “Please Gilgamesh, do not die for me!” He sobbed as he desperately tried to reach the cell beside his own, having witnessed the guards throw the much larger man in there only moments earlier. The same guards whom were currently laughing at his predicament from their positions by the door. “Swear your fealty to Somnus,” He pleaded “All you need do is deny me, tell them you have seen my corruption and acknowledge him as your King! He will let you live! I know it!”

“A world without you is not a world I wish to live in.” Was the soft-spoken reply as an oh so familiar hand reached out to clasp his, threading their fingers together. Bowing his head Ardyn allowed his forehead to hit the cold stone of his cell, closing his eyes as he allowed the tears to fall freely.

“You fool” He wept brokenly, clinging onto the hand in his as though it would disappear at any given moment. “Please, do not die for me. I am not worth it.”

“I am not dying for you,” Gilgamesh responded sullenly, voice thick with his own unshed tears “I am dying with you.”

“Please-“

“Ardyn.” His mouth snapped shut at the unspoken command. “The day you saved me from an illness I swore my life to yours, to act as your Shield and protect you from the harshness of this world. The night we first laid together I gave my heart to you with the promise of always standing by your side. In sickness and in health, through victories and losses. In life and in death.” The hand around his squeezed once, a comforting gesture he had long since become used to. “You are my world.” Gilgamesh said softly “My very reason for living. Without you…without you I have nothing. Do not ask me to swear my life to him, do not ask me to live in a world without love.”

“I do not want to watch you die.” Ardyn whispered through his tears, though he was quite certain Gilgamesh could hear him, even over the taunting of the guards.

“Then close your eyes and think of our nights together. The traitor may take my life and the Astrals curse my soul, but my love for you is eternal. My heart beats for you and you alone Ardyn, that will never change.” With little care for the dignity or pride he had once held, Ardyn made a soft keening noise, tugging on Gilgamesh’s hand in a pointless attempt at pulling it closer; likely only succeeding in hurting the other man. “No matter what awaits us, I love you and have no regrets.”

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kay-mika replied to your post “does regis post embarrassing photos of noct though”

Yes, but Cor is a little shit and knows all the embarissing stories of Regis

Oh absolutely! One day Noctis just throws open the door to Cor’s office, stares at him and says ‘Tell me everything you know’. At which point Cor just pulls open a drawer, pulls out a box full of photographs and happily tells him as many stories as Noctis is prepared to listen to. He considers it revenge for all the times Regis embarrassed him.

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were than any instances where noct fought with one of his street fam? what about the transition to the castle, does he bring them as well?

There have been several instances where Noctis has fought with his street family. To begin with, he was very nervous about being around them all, which is fair, he was only a little boy after all. A little boy with no memories at that. One of the first fights he had was with one of the older men. 

Old George, originally from Hammerhead, had only been trying to look out for him; telling him where he shouldn’t go and what time he should be back in camp by. Noct, being both nervous and terrified screamed ‘You’re not my father’ before running off and spending the night behind a dustbin. His street fam spent the entire night looking for him, all of them concerned as he was the youngest member of their little family. When they did eventually find him, Noct was more than happy to throw himself at them and be taken back to the camp.

It wasn’t the last time he fought with the others, but the fights were never anything overly serious. They were all well aware that they needed one another to survive, fighting would only get them killed quicker. 

When he does eventually go back to the Citadel, one of the first things he does is tell his father about his little family and beg for him to help them. Regis is more than grateful to those people if it wasn’t for them his son would likely have died within weeks. He asks for a private audience with all of them and quite literally drops to his knees to thank them, he even cries when they tell him some stories about little Noct. It breaks his heart to think that he wasn’t there when his son needed him the most. 

To thank them for everything they did he offers them anything. Food, new clothes, a bed, a home, and all of them bar Old George take the offer of a roof over their heads; especially when Regis promises that they’ll never have to pay a penny towards it. When Regis asks Old George why he wouldn’t accept his offer, he simply says ‘That camp is my home’. He does insist on giving the man new clothes, a credit card to ensure he can buy whatever he needs to survive, and promises that if he ever needs anything, all he has to do is come to the gates and ask for the King. 

Noctis makes a point of visiting Old George at least once a week, keeping him updated on what was going on in his life and showing him pictures of the cats in their new home.

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Cor and Titus sneaking off to find a closet for the sexy times, only the first one they look in they find Regis and Clarus with their pants around their ankles 👍