#and Noctis and Prompto and Ignis and Gladio again

[tealandbrynnstone]

Hey kingdom hearts please don’t give up on ff characters right as we reach 13 and 15's (and type zero's?) turn to appear in the series, especially right as we go into the part of kh that will make it very obvious that it’s related to/taking heavy inspiration from Fabula Nova Crystallis and kh4 is basically re doing versus 13.

[someobscurereference]

ive been rereading your ffxv fic "im trying hard to take it back" for literally four years now. please end my suffering and tell me how gladio feels. please. PLEASE. (but only if u want ofc)

(fic) Short answer: Gladio feels insane guilt and spends a lot of his life trying to make this up to Prompto. In the process, they deepen their connection as friends and do begin a relationship probably around the one-year mark of endless darkness. <3

Longer answer: (implications of abuse/violence tw but no worse than in the fic itself; just what others assume to be true even if it's not in the context of this specific fic)

Gladio is a secret romantic at heart who has always envisioned meeting his soulmate, but he's also duty-bound and duty comes first. So even though he reads romance books (amongst other types of books too) and indulges in his head a bit as many people do, he's often put his duty to the crown first and foremost in his mind. He also didn't imagine his soulmate was anyone on this trip and thought perhaps the person he may have been fated to meet died in the assault of Insomnia. Even if they were a refugee, they can't be a priority to him at this moment. His priority has to be Noctis.

Prompto has obviously grown on him over the course of their road trip, but there are aspects of them that don't 100% mesh (as is true with every realistic relationship). That said, Gladio never in a hundred years would want this moment of (understandable but out of line) frustration and anger in the wake of Luna and Altissa to be a permanent mark on Prompto's face. He's genuinely horrified and disgusted with himself for a long time after this and spends most of his life trying to make it up. He feels like a dirtbag about it.

That said, Prompto runs away from him in this moment and they need time to calm down, just as the fic shows. Noctis goes after Prompto, just like in canon. Prompto falls off the train and has his Despair Arc just like in the DLC, now with the added despair of "well, in addition to being a clone, my soulmate hates me. And in addition to the mark of inhumanity on my wrist (barcode), I have a giant hand print of him literally Shoving Me Away on my face. Forever."

Aranea: Well, do you want to die about it. Or do you want to live.

Prompto, eventually like in canon: Live, I guess. But it will be excruciating.

Aranea: That's what living is. We do it anyway. Your friends love you. Get off the floor.

He fights his way through his issues and gets rescued like in canon. Gladio probably tries to talk to him when they all catch up again, trying to apologize, and Prompto tells him to hold off on that for later.

Then, of course, Noctis is eaten by the crystal and "later" becomes much, much later as they evacuate and try to survive in eternal darkness. (Though they also can't Not think about it because it's a giant hand print. On Prompto's face. And every person they meet has Something To Say about it, for better or worse, whether they knew Prompto before or not. Prompto cannot escape it, and when Gladio is not doing Crown Duties he feels he must do in Noct's absence, he's with Prompto, so he also Cannot Escape It either. Even when the person speaking is unaware that Gladio left that mark. It's almost worse when they don't know, but when they see it's Gladio, who is such a big guy who seemingly hit Prompto and left that permanent mark there, some of them get nasty to him and some back off out of fear. Both are horrible. The guilt is eating him alive.)

Eventually, enough time passes as the dust settles that they do Talk About It. Gladio apologizes sincerely, for the 500th time. Prompto's like, "Well. It's not like you could have known that this would be The One Time it happened." And then cracks a joke about their soulmate mark being a Prompto's hand print on Gladio's ass from a butt slap in another life, which does help the tension somewhat. (The more Gladio tries to apologize, the more Prompto grows sick of hearing it, so they just have to move on and keep going, as he's learned to do.)

They grow closer over time, especially because there's not a lot of people who have survived to this point and even less later on. They do get together romantically, both because they do like the idea of soulmates (for different reasons) and also because they're living out of each others pockets for years, so there's an affection and dependency that develops there. Also, teenage Prompto always thought Gladio was really handsome and teen Gladio thought Prompto was cute and sincere for a pipsqueak.

When they are out together on dates in normal settings surrounded by strangers after the light returns, Gladio will receive dirty looks for the rest of his life from strangers who see the hand print on Prompto's face and immediately (correctly) assumes it was out of anger rather than a funny accident or something. (Edit: Some people will assume there is a funny story attached. Gladio will not know what to say to this. Prompto will play along.) He will learn to live with this. Prompto is really grateful Gladio is with him despite everything.

[risingmoonyue]

AU in which Noctis decides Prompto needs a new dad since his parents suck. Unfortunately, despite being The Real Actual Prince, he is still not legally allowed to keep Prompto. Which just means he's got to find one himself!

(He's now taking interviews.)

(The Citadel lives in fear of the most motivated Prince Noctis anyone has ever seen)

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Noctis: so, dad

Noctis: what are your feelings on adoption?

Regis:

Regis: is this about me not letting you adopt Prompto...? I told you it doesn't work like that.

Noctis, narrowing his eyes and pulling out a clipboard and red pen: subject seems adverse to giving the best chocobo eyed sunshine children loving homes

Regis: now hold on a minute--

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Noctis: if someone--say, a bully named Trevor Fabius who lives three houses down the street from the corner store on 6th Ave--tripped someone else who happened to be your beloved, most adorable and sunshiney son in everything but flesh and blood in the middle of the street what would you do?

Nyx: this sounds very specific.

Crowe: stab them why

Libertus: I mean maybe not STAB stab them. A bit of light terror here and there.

Noctis, taking notes on his clipboard: interesting.

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Noctis: so--

Clarus: listen, Highness, as nice as I think your friend is, I have my hands full with my actual two children already.

Noctis: drat.

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Noctis, pulling out the puppy eyes: Iggy--

Ignis, not bothering to turn around: I am still unable to adopt people Noctis

Noctis: Gladio--?

Gladio, turning a page in his novel: yeah no me neither. Did you try Cor yet?

Noctis: he's next. but im trying to see if I can't get him to soften up to the idea first

Iggy and Gladio: ????

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Cor:

Noctis:

Cor, handing over a large stack of adoption fliers, brochures, and paraphernalia: maybe try a little more subtly next time.

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Prompto, beet red and hiding his face: astrals, Noctis, WHY

Prompto: I HAVE TO LOOK AT SOME OF THESE PEOPLE IN THE FACE AGAIN

Noctis: I mean that's the idea

Prompto: [incoherent screeching]

[ariseur]

hi!! could i request ignis with a reader who's super flirty? i just think iggy is so attractive and want to know how you think he'd react to being told that lol

the crickets around you chirped in tune with the inner melody playing in your head, a soft song muttered under your breath and a tap of your fingers left you satisfied while you watched ignis work. his back was facing you; his sleek, dark grey button-up hugging on him while he made another dish. after the day you guys had, he couldn’t help but make some more food per your request— especially since gladio and you had gathered some herbs nearby. observing the man in front of you some more, you stared at him with no shame. after all, it wasn’t everyday that ignis didn’t gel his hair.

the brown color of his hair now parted with an acacia orange as it accentuated even the tiniest strands of hair. pieces of it covered the back of his neck and what you presumed was the front of his face. silently, you prayed for some water to come his way so you’d see more of this side of him. he looked so content, ignis always did when he was cooking.

you couldn’t stop the next words tumbling from your mouth. “have i ever told you how pretty you look with your hair like that?” even through the distant crackling of the camp fire and the chattering of gladio and prompto talking about only astrals know what, your voice cleared its own pathway throughout the faint noises and wiggled its way into ignis’ head, hoping his soon heating cheeks would be covered with an excuse of the fire.

he still faced away from you, hand languidly stirring the pot in which contained a stew from whatever ingredients were able to be gathered in the seas surrounding the galdin quay, provided to you guys by noctis’ skilled fishing. ignis cleared his throat, swallowing thickly before responding, “thank you, although i wouldn’t have thought that ‘pretty’ was the right word to describe a man such as myself.”

getting up to help him clean up, you watched him out of the corner of your eye; his glasses glinting with the warm glow of the nearby fire. you hummed mindlessly, almost dismissing his claim. “nonsense, anybody can be labeled as pretty.” and to that, he chuckled—brushing off his pink ears. “i suppose.”

letting out a giggle, you made ignis’ heart flutter once more. his head turned towards you, an amused smile resting on his face. he admired the way the auburn flames lit up your face as it highlighted your features; he sunk in the way your eyes crinkled when you beamed, along with the way your shoulders shook with your soft laughter. looking back at him, you pointed at his face. you paused a bit, turning your attention back to cleaning the cutting boards and cutlery which had been used by the brute of food known as noctis. always such a messy eater, you recalled. even gladio ate cleaner than noct did.

blinking up at him, you huffed again, “c’mon iggy, you know it. you’re even heating up— at the truth, might i add.”

hearing the familiar nickname laced with your sweet tone of voice fall from your lips made his heart beat a little louder— ( even if he’s heard it plenty of times before from his friends, hearing it from you felt different. almost strange. )

he scoffed amusedly. “it’s quite hot out here if you haven’t noticed.” blaming his pink cheeks on the vennaugh haven you lot had made yourself comfortable in, he brushed off your comments as you rolled your eyes at him with a mumbled, “whatever you say, iggy.”

“don’t start with that now.”

“what? what’d i do this time?” you grinned, tilted your head at him with a tone intertwined with feigned coyness. he sighed, shaking his head. “oh,” you said, dragging out the vowel perhaps longer than you needed to, “you just don’t wanna give into my super charming character. i get it.” putting your hands up in a defensive manner, you pushed more. he groaned, eyes still focused on the pot. “yes, quite the charmer.”

you scoffed dramatically, “why did that sound sarcastic?” he hummed in denial, shaking his head at your silly questions. “admit it,” you said, “you’re just salty i made you blush.”

“you did not.”

“i did, too.”

and before you could keep going on with this foolish game of who’ll crack first, a voice cleared their throat behind you. the two of you turned your heads only to see noctis with a hand on his hip and cocked head. ignis and you exchanged a glance as you both paused your movements. noctis grinned lazily as he teased, “what’re you guys talking about?”

[queenoffishingandcookies]

Thinking on the first shower Noctis took, post-crystal.

He wakes up, and he has to know on some level that quite some time has passed, even before he reaches Galdin Quay. The scratch of facial hair on his chin, the way his hair is longer and tickles his chin now when it shouldn't have, the accumulated grime - dust and dirt and traces of black soot and gray ash on his fatigues - on his skin and clothes from the struggle in Zegnatus Keep and then a decade in stasis.

I'm not sure if the crystal just up and deposited him on Angelgard, because while Noctis was sucked into it in his entirety - we don't know of the divide between his soul/mind, and his actual body, and there's something so grim in thinking about Noctis himself was in the crystal, absorbing centuries of power, while his body is left in Angelgard.

That also, to me, makes more sense as to why Gentiana and Umbra would be there, guarding him, and later - a la Comrades expansion - the surviving Glaives.

Noctis himself wasn't there, but his body was.

Imagine the feel of that. Ten years worth of grime, or nearly.

I say nearly, and maybe it's just my bleeding heart for how Gentiana does care about Luna, and in turn how Luna cares for Noctis, but there's something very tender and bittersweet in the thought of Gentiana - the messenger and Astral in one - trying her best to keep Noctis healthy during that long decade, like sponge bathing to keep the worst off him.

If anyone had direct access to Noct, it would be her.

It wouldn't be the same as a proper bath, or real exercise, but it would be something - keeping of muscular atrophy and maintaining his hygiene as much as possible (as well as whatever crystal fuckery is going on besides Bahamut's revelation, because the amount of issues Noct should have woken up with makes no small list).

Noctis wakes up, and he walks the trail Umbra paves for him, to the shores of Angelgard - and the royal vessel is waiting there for him. Aged, probably worn, but there to bring him back to the mainland. Back to Lucis.

We never see the interior of the Royal Vessel, but there's probably bedrooms - and probably a bathroom. Considering Noctis would probably be more focused on driving the yacht itself, rather than stopping, it'd be unlikely for him to enter the bathroom - but the thought of him looking into a mirror, and looking at himself, so changed from what he remembers being...

It carves the strongest feeling of loss, down to the roots of my heart in my chest because - Noctis is grown. He's fully grown, a man, and yet - not. Ten years were stolen from him, and he wouldn't even know yet. Not until running into Talcott.

There's so much of his father in his face, but his father is dead. His father never got the chance to see Noctis grown up in life, never would have gotten the chance with the strain of the wall and the magic of their bloodline sucking his life away.

His father, who at the end of it all, would be forced to deliver the final blow which severed Noctis from his body once more.

Permanently.

I think it might be even worse, though. For Noctis to first see himself in the mirrors of Talcott's van. In glimpses, but never as a whole, because it's so damn dark and the sun hasn't risen - hasn't pierced the clouds of miasma - for near ten years.

If there was anywhere he'd be able to see his face, it would be at Hammerhead. Hammerhead, where his retinue was waiting - Prompto, and Gladio, and Ignis (who would, just like Regis, be unable to bear witness to Noctis growth).

They're all different, too. Gladio, with longer hair and more scars to count. Prompto, with a goatee a tad longer than Noct's stubble and facing down Daemons with more practice and experience. Iggy, who can't see, but learned to cook and fight again, with more lines on his face and scars on his hands from where others had helped guide weaponry or cookery away from himself before he had adjusted -

Then, Iggy being the exception (except for the visions in Altissia), they are the first people to see his face, besides Umbra, besides Gentiana, Talcott, the Glaives...

There's the feel of water dousing his hair, rolling down his spine and over his body, and it's not hot or cold - but lukewarm. People in and out of Hammerhead now, the power that goes into heating water needed elsewhere. The scent of bland soap, without any real fragrance. Clear water running dark down a drain as he scrubs and scrubs and scrubs - and he gets out, and he gets dressed in attire fit of a king.

A warrior, heading to war. A man, mortal and yet to become not, preparing to make a declaration to the heavens themselves not in words, but his own spilled blood staining the throne once built off of it.

Just. Noctis waking up after the crystal.

Feelings.

[thatbloodycountess]

I know it’s been six years, and the fandom is mostly dead, but I’ve been thinking about FFXV lately. The story was great and I loved the characters, but there were holes in the plot and with character development. I get that the developers had an idea story-wise and made significant changes once Tabata took over. Even after six years, I can still see what was left on the table and I have some ideas on how to remedy these issues.

I loved the beginning where the Regalia broke down. But, the game could’ve started a day or two before the boys left Insomnia. We could’ve had some time with Regis and Clarus and get an idea how them and the boys felt about the journey.

They could’ve added the events from Kingsglaive to the game itself. I’m sure not everyone saw the movie and it would’ve been awesome to play as Nyx. This would’ve lengthened the first chapter too.

The DLCs could’ve been weaved into the main game. The Trails of Cold Steel series did a good job of diverging storylines. Events in these storylines were happening simultaneously and added impact to those plot points. It would’ve been easy to switch to Gladio once Noctis found the mythril, considering both events were happening at the same time.

The same goes for Episodes Ignis and Prompto. Ignis’ DLC could pick up immediately during the chaos in Altissia. The latter could’ve been placed after Prompto fell off the train and ended when he was captured by Ardyn. Or if his memories were being manipulated, when the player sees him strung up on that contraption in Gralea.

SE missed an opportunity to continue the story during the ten years of darkness. That chapter could’ve opened with the beginning of Ardyn’s story and spaced it out a bit until the DLC’s conclusion. Luna and Aranea’s DLCs could kick in here too, considering both would’ve fleshed the story out more. Then bring in Episode Noctis and perhaps have a FFVII lifestream moment as he obtains the knowledge of the Lucian kings.

I’ve read that the ending in Dawn of the Future isn’t canon. It’s an alternative ending like Ignis being healed by the crystal in his DLC. However, it could’ve been just as impactful as the canon ending. Since it makes Bahamut the villain and uses the trope that humans can become stronger than gods. It’s a similar situation Yuna faced in FFX, but she got to challenge her fate. Noctis didn’t.

The chapters were too short for my liking and there should’ve been more foreshadowing about Prompto’s origins other than Aranea’s comment outside of Steyliff Grove. Noctis didn’t find out that he has to sacrifice himself until he was absorbed into the crystal. He accepted his fate too easily. There was no point where he became angry over it or wonder if Regis or Luna knew what his fate would be. Again, he didn’t get the chance to tell Bahamut to go fuck himself.

The game is one of my favorites in the series and always will be. But there were so many missed opportunities and it makes me wonder what could’ve been.

[animelovelover123]

Noctis and Reader having sex in their tent while trying to stay quiet. Not wanting to wake any of the other guys up. OOP-

Hope you don’t mind that I added some characters and changed the scenario for most, but I put Noctis first and made it the exact scenario you were hoping for, so you can only read him if you want.

Pairings: Noctis, Prompto, Ignis, Gladio, Lunafreya, Aranea, Ardyn, and Regis x Reader

Disclaimer: Though it is fun to imagine having sex/foreplay in these situations, public sex is often illegal. And, even if no charges are pressed, if the people around you find out, they can become uncomfortable or even disturbed. I advise not doing such things publicly for everyone's safety and comfort.

Trigger Warnings: Some forced restraint and covering of mouth.

FF XV x Reader Sneaky Sex

Noctis

“Shh, I know, I know, stay calm.” Noctis instructed from behind you, his voice both patient sympathy and stressed whisper, as he paused his movements. He had only got the head of his cock in but you were already whimpering. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Noctis fingered you for a good while to loosen you and get you used to keeping quiet so as not to disturb Gladio, who was sleeping a mere feet from you. Prompto and Ignus were also in the tent, though hidden by Gladio’s large frame, so you had to listen closely to know if they were awoken by your movements. It was lucky that Noctis’ bag, with lube and condoms, had been so close by and you had snuck into the prince’s sleeping bag without rousing the others from their sleep. That didn’t stop the nerves of the moment.

“Can I keep going?” Noctis asked. Once you gave the signal, he started pushing deeper, making it feel like the air in your lungs was slowly being forced out. Once fully in, Noctis stilled again, hugging you close as he spooned you. “You feel so good.” Noctis moaned into your ear.

It didn’t take long for him to start moving. Not wanting to draw too much attention, he kept to slow, shallow thrusts. Even then, with each movement came the soft rustling sound of the sleeping bag, Noctis’ panting breath, and occasionally a squelching sound from the lubrication. He pressed his face against your back to try to muffle his own sounds, but very quickly he felt his climax approaching. One of his hands slid down your stomach to play with your sex, his hand and fingers moving as fast and aggressively as they could without moving his whole arm.

The sounds you two were emitting were soft like they were happening the next room over in a cheap hotel. It was enough to not wake anyone else. At least up until you both came. You were the first to tumble over the edge and had the foresight to quickly cover your mouth. Noctis, however, let out a sharp whimper as he finished, releasing his seed into the condom where you can still feel its heat.

This sharp, almost pained sound got Gladio to sit up quickly.

“What’s happening?” He asked, groggy and eyes not yet adjusted to the dark, but ready to jump into action to defend his friends if need be. He sat alert until his eyes adjusted and he could look around. Ignis and Prompto were fine, and you and Noctis? Well, it looks like you snuck into his sleeping bag, which made Gladio scoff in amusement. With eyes closed and no movement, you both seemed to be sleeping soundly as you cuddled. “Someone must have made a noise in their sleep.” Gladio decided before lying down once again, letting his eyes fall closed once again.

Noctis was too scared to say anything, but as a form of communication, to show his affection, praise for your acting, and your camaraderie in this shared secret, he kissed the back of your neck.

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I’ll be honest, I really like this kink in stories. So stressful and naughty. I am going to have a lot of fun with these.

Prompto

“Alright, I got my camera, I’m ready to go,” Prompto says as he walks up to where you had asked him to meet you early in the morning. “What did you want me to capture?”

The poor boy had no idea what you had planned nor was he ready. The first couple touches and kisses, he, though bashfully, accepted with a giddy smile. But then you reached for his belt and sank to your knees.

“W-what are you doing? Wait, but we’re out in the open! Ya, I know we are in the bush and there's a waterfall, but what if we get caught? What if- aaAHaaa~” Promto’s whole body twitches when you take him into your mouth.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself. One hand clutches his camera while his other rotates between clutching the rock behind him, his clothes, his hair, and covering his mouth. He occasionally reaches for your hair but can’t bring himself to grab you, as if you were far too good for him to even touch. Part of him says he should stop you, but you felt so good~. Your mouth was so warm, your tongue dragged against the underside of his dick perfectly, and the way you would sometimes look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, it left Prompto barely able to function.

Is this what you wanted him to take pictures of? How beautiful you were when gifting him with a blowjob? Prompto tried to aim his camera to get a good shot, leaning back over the rock to get you in frame, but he was far too shaky. If he did take a photo, it would come out blurry. There was one brief moment, though. When you skillfully bring him to a climax and his body tenses up, he stills and his grip on his camera tightens enough to press down the shutter button, though the sound of it going off is drowned out by his squeaky cry of bliss.

Thankfully, you both made sure to check his camera before returning to the group to make sure you move any compromising shots to a different SD card for… private viewing and so your secret escapade did not get revealed to your friends. Prompto, however, gave it away by how he walked back like a newborn fawn taking its first steps.

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Poor sweety Prompto, it makes me want to dominate him.

Ignis

You were napping in the back of the Regalia, as you often did, while the others set up camp a good 100 meters into the brush. They had even been kind enough to get the windows tinted last time they were at Hammerhead so it was dark and cooler for you. Ignis had returned to the car to pick up a forgotten cooking pan and check in on you. It should have been a quick trip, but it had been over 15 minutes, so Noctis went to check.

“Hey Ignis!” Noctis called as he came up to the Regalia.

“Yes, your highness?” Ignis replied in his usual professional way. He stood on the opposite side of the car with the door open and hands on the car roof, meaning that Noctis could only see him from chest up.

“Everything alright? Did you find the pan?”

“I did indeed.” Ignis only reached his hand down and somehow retrieved the cooking utensil. He lifted it for Noctis to see, then gently tossed it over. “Unfortunately, our companion is feeling ill. I will be late returning as I check them over.”

“Damn, alright then. Hope you feel better soon, feel free to rest as long as you need.” Noctis called out to you.

You go to respond, but all that comes out is a groan as Ignis bucks his hips, causing his cock to bottom out inside you. Thankfully, that was enough of a response to satisfy Noctis, who soon after returned to the campsite. Once gone, Ignis let out a sigh, his hands coming up to rest atop the roof of the Regalia for a moment to regain composure before leaning down and back into the car. Each and every movement he made dragged his arousal in and out of you just a bit, enough to get your blood pumping but nowhere near satisfying enough.

“That was quite the scare, my dear,” Ignis said as he leaned over you. You were face down, knees on the cushioned door sill, chest pressed into the leather seats, and rear in the air. “Let us be quick. I would hate to be caught in such a compromising position,” He grinds into you, making him groan deeply and his muscles tense. “but I can’t seem to tear myself away from you.”

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

Funnily enough, when I first played ffxv I imagined all the main boys and sneaky sex scenarios but never bothered to write them down. This is the only one I remember.

(　´Α｀)

Gladio

“The meteor is a chunk of their planet that got thrown into space when they destroyed their world.”

“But how could they survive the trip across outer space on a hunk of rock?”

“They didn’t.”

Noctis, Prompto, and Iris sat on the floor, eyes glued to the screen, invested in the movie. Ignis was teaching, though his mind seemed to be elsewhere as he did not react much to reveals and action scenes. As for you and Gladio? You two were sitting in the back of the group on the couch with a large blanket wrapped around you both as you played a dangerous game.

“How you holding up, baby? Not falling asleep, I hope.” Gladio said in a practiced, relaxed tone, his words vague enough so that if anyone but you heard, they would think nothing of it. He hoped he could get you to speak and break composure, awarding him the victory. The trap was set, and if you fell for it, the two fingers already inside you would stab at your sensitive spot. His arm was around your back and you leaned together in just a way that he could reach your whole but with the blanket as a cover, it looked like you two were simply cuddling.

Your hand was wrapped around his rock-hard length, stroking it in a slow motion to both keep the sound down and offer pleasure, but nowhere near enough to satisfy the King’s Shield. You have already caught him bucking his hips up occasionally into your hand. In response to his trap, you drag a nail along the underside of his cock. The mix of pleasure and a bit of pain made Gladio take in a gruff gasp.

His eyes go wide and he glances at the others to see if they noticed, but no one even looked back at you and him.

“You’re playing with fire now, baby,” Galdo growled into your ear. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers from your needy hole and grabbed your hips. He began to lift you and bring you closer. “Why don’t you sit on my lap then~”

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Weirdly enough, this was the hardest for me to write, not for lack of ideas, but for too many. You two could fuck in the forest, while camping, in a cave, in an ally, during a festival in Lestallum, in a movie theater. I started writing some of these, but would get a paragraph or two in before deciding I liked a different idea better. I’m happy with my choice though, even if it took a while for me to land on it.

Also, anyone catch what movie the gang is watching?

Lunafreya

Luna’s eyes gently flutter open and are met with a vast field of blue. The countless sylleblossoms around her made it look like she was submerged in shallow water. When she sat up a bit straighter, she felt that her head was a bit heavier than usual. When she turned to look at you, who sat behind her with a bundle of blooms in your hand, she knew what you had been doing to entertain yourself while she rested.

“Braiding flowers into my hair again? You do so enjoy that, don’t you? Though I suppose I should not be leaving myself susceptible to you.” Luna chuckled. “Yet, is this not what I have been gifted? My prayers and wishes granted; I have added the True King in driving the darkness from our stars, rid the world of the dreaded scourge, and now that my calling is fulfilled I am free to live the life I dreamed of,” Luna gracefully turns around to face you, her legs tucked under her in an ever proper position. “to be with the one I love.” She leans a bit forward, a shy, tentative request to be touched. When you do touch her, your hands wandering and your lips pressing against her warm skin, she gasps and shudders.

Was this truly alright? Did she truly deserve this? As she had seen the King of Kings complete his quest, the starscourge gone, and the gods resting again, there was not much left for the oracle to do. So then…

“Would you embrace me?” Luna asks you breathlessly, her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes half-lidded. “I have been waiting for this moment, for you, for so very long. I feared I would never get to see you again. So please, dispel the rest of my doubt and let us finally become one in heart, soul, and body.”

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

I kind of cut out before the sneaky sex happened, but I just watched Luna’s goodbye scene again and I am in pain. I just want to see the poor girl happy and free from her burdens. She is so sweet and pure yet strong, I love her.

Aranea

“Ah, what a rush!” Aranea pants as she rips off her faceguard.

“Another great showen there capin’. Betcha princy boy couldn’t have done it without ya.” Biggs said as he welcomed Aranea back onto her ship. Aranea offered a humored, proud scoff as she entered.

“Where’s my pretty little thing?” She asks, mind set on how she wanted to release the rest of her adrenaline.

“There on stalk duty, held up in the storage room,” Wedge answered, straight forward and clear like always.

“Right, thanks.” Aranea made a beeline for the storage room where you were. You barely have time to stop your writing and look over at her before she invades your space. “Come here, baby.” She throws her faceguard aside, grabs you by the back of the neck, and crashes your lips together. She is ravenous, rolling her body against yours and nipping at your bottom lip. “Gods, I need this.” She breathes as she grabs your clipboard and throws it behind her somewhere. One of her legs jutted out to push between your legs. Her hand on your neck drags down your chest and reaches for the hem of your top while her free hand plants itself on the wall behind you, trapping you in place. “I can’t wait till the next hotel, so try to keep it down for me, won't you, sweetheart?”

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

This one is short, but I also feel like she is such a girlboss that she doesn’t need a buildup, you know? She just goes in and gets shit done.

Also, doesn’t matter if you are a girl, boy, or whatever else, she is on top.

Ardyn

You sat at the long table, an important meeting going on around you, but you could barely hear it over how drowsy you were. You had scrambled out of bed mere minutes ago, throwing on whatever clothes were closest, after waking up far later than intended. Your “kind” lover, Ardyn, had turned off your alarm to let you rest a bit longer after the intense night he had given you, having “forgotten” the early morning meeting today. The way he always had that smile on his face, though, gave the impression that he knew what he had done.

At least you had made it to the meeting in time and could pretend to pay attention as you try to-

Suddenly, your underwear started vibrating, the epicenter coming from a tiny egg-shaped object pressed against the most sensitive part of your sex. Your body reacted before your sense of propriety could stop you from drawing attention to yourself.

“Do you have something to say?” Ravus asked, his glare piercing. The vibration slowed enough to let you decline before it shot up in intensity again.

“Apologies,” said Ardyn, who sat in the chair beside yours. He placed a hand on your thigh and patted it. “My beloved received quite the injury in their last training session and is still recovering.” Then, with the obstruction of the table blocking others’ view, Ardyn slid his hand up your inner thigh until it reached your crotch, where he pressed the tiny egg-shaped vibrator harder against you. “I assure you, they can stay for the rest of the meeting.” He flashed you that smile, charming, knowing, and smug all at once.

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

Ardyn being a smug little shit pisses me off and makes me love him all the same time.

Regis

You and your husband, Regis, lie on the large couches on the observation deck of the small yacht, looking up at the stars. You two, along with Noctis, his friends, and Luna, were all enjoying a trip together to celebrate a mix of things. The destruction of the Starscourge, the return of the light, Noctis and Luna’s upcoming wedding, and you and Regis renewing your vows. The youngsters were below deck, still full of life and partying while you and Regis came here for some peace and privacy.

“I have dreamed of this, the world and all those I love being at peace. I can hardly believe it’s real.” Regis sighs, his expression one of tired relief, years of struggle and dwindling hope forever etched into his face as creases and wrinkles. “I spent years fearing what I would lose,” He turns onto his side, gently grabs your hips, and pulls you close. “and now that all is well, I wish to shower you in the love and care still in this weathered body of mine. The affection of which I fear I have neglected to give in my years of worry. If you would still have me.”

Regis held you gently, but even as he moved slowly, each actions were done with passion. The way his lips pressed against yours, his facial hair scratching against you, was filled with love. The way his hands, soft and scar-covered, caressed you was like you were a blessed treasure. And the pleasure he gave you was but a small part of how he wanted to repay you for your patience, loyalty, and love despite all the trials you two faced together. Between kisses and thrusts, he spoke of his adoration for you, his guilt for causing you strife, and his fear that he was not worthy of the life he now enjoyed. Regis lay himself bare before you and you alone, as you were the only one who got to see him without his regal poise and fatherly maturity. You got to see him vulnerable, scared, and needy.

“Hey Dad!” Came Noctis’ voice, sounding a bit drunk, from below deck. “Where are you?”

You and Regis look over at the door, and for but a second that seemed to last minutes, you saw the faces of Ignis and Gladiolus. They turn away quickly though and make their way back below deck. You can hear them talking.

“Let’s head back downstairs.”

“What? Why? What’s up Ignis?”

“Nothing a squirt like you should worry about.”

“What about Noct’s dad?”

“His highness is predisposed at the moment.”

“Can I go see my dad?”

“Can’t let you do that, prince.”

“Hey, Gladio, let me go!”

“I’m trying to preserve your innocence for your honeymoon.”

“What?”

Regis held still, listening as the noises of his son and his friends faded away. He then turned to you.

“Are you alright my love?” His first thought was you, then it started to race with how this could affect the war. But then, remembering where he was and what had happened, he laughed. It was jovial, light, and free.

『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』•『♡』

Dante from Devil May Cry got me into older fictional men and by god I can’t, nor will I, stop!

[cup1d-ends-here]

Heat Between the Lines | Gladio x Reader Smut

Summary: You and Gladio have been going back and forth for weeks. The heat gets to you both and you have to sort it out.

Warnings: smut, swearing, jealousy

Word Count: 7.3k

The Regalia was silent, save for the low thrum of the engine and the breeze running through your hair.

You sat in the back, wedged between Prompto, who’d thankfully passed out with his head against the door, and Gladio, whose thigh had been pressed against yours for the last two hours.

Two hours.

Two hours of stolen glances, that stupid smirk he gave you when you caught him looking, and the slow burn crawling up your spine every time your knees bumped on a sharp turn.

You swore the man was doing it on purpose.

"Hot there?" Gladio’s voice was low, teasing.

You didn’t look at him. "It’s summer. Of course it’s hot."

He chuckled. "Didn’t mean the weather."

You definitely didn’t look at him then.

"Maybe if you didn't man-spread I'd have more room to air out," You scoffed at him and Gladio chuckled deeply.

"Sorry, babe, it's not my fault I have big ba-"

Ignis cleared his throat from the front seat. "We’ll be arriving soon. Best prepare for nightfall. We’ll need to make camp before we get too close to the nest."

“Great,” Noct muttered, eyes still half-lidded behind his shades. “I could sleep for a week.”

“I could eat for a week,” Prompto said, somehow awake again. “Please tell me we have Cup Noodles.”

You blinked at the window, trying to will your pulse to slow. Almost there. Then you could breathe again. Maybe.

Or maybe not.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The fire crackled, throwing long, golden shadows across the edge of the clearing. The tents were pitched, bellies full, the rest of the guys already turning in.

You sat outside a while longer, poking at the fire with a stick, lost in thought — until you heard his footsteps behind you.

"You always this quiet after a hunt?"

You glanced up. Gladio stood just behind you, firelight licking up his skin like it wanted to taste him too. He was shirtless, of course he was. A towel slung over one shoulder from the nearby stream.

“I’m tired,” you lied.

He stepped around the fire, crouching next to you. "Bullshit."

Your eyes met, and that was the worst mistake yet. His gaze was heavy, searching, like he knew.

"You keep looking at me like you want something,” he said, voice low, rough. “But then you keep pulling away."

You swallowed. “You’re imagining things.”

"Am I?"

His hand found your knee. You didn’t stop him.

"I don’t do casual," you whispered, voice breaking before you could stop it.

"And I don’t start something I can’t finish," he said.

Silence stretched, and then—

"Then why haven’t you started?" you said.

That was all it took.

Gladio leaned in, one hand braced in the dirt beside your thigh, the other coming up to brush your cheek. You thought he might kiss you, finally, but instead he whispered against your skin:

"You’re the one holding the match. Just say the word."

Gladio’s breath lingered against your skin. Your heart pounded, hands twitching with the urge to grab his face and just do something about it already.

You parted your lips.

"Gladio, I—"

“Dinner is ready,” came Ignis’ calm, precise voice from behind you — far too close for comfort.

You jumped like you’d been caught doing something illegal.

Gladio, to his credit, didn’t even flinch. He sighed, low and long, like it physically hurt to be interrupted. “Timing’s a goddamn art form with you, Specs.”

Ignis raised a single brow. “Forgive me for fulfilling my role as camp cook. We can’t all make a meal out of tension and unfinished sentences.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Great. Now everyone knew.

As Gladio stood, stretching to his full height, Ignis added casually, “Also—slight tenting issue.”

You blinked. “Tenting issue?”

Ignis adjusted his glasses. “There was a pole missing from the extra tent. Noctis insisted it’d be fine sharing with you two. So. You’ll be bunking with him tonight.”

You stared.

“Sharing. A tent.”

“With Noctis.”

“Correct.”

Gladio ran a hand through his hair, clearly holding back a groan. “Hope His Highness doesn’t mind a little heat.”

You elbowed him. Hard.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The smell of Ignis’s stew filled the camp like a promise. Savory, rich, and comforting. It pulled everyone in, even the ones who barely had energy to sit up straight.

You took a seat across from Prompto, who was already halfway through his first bowl and making dramatic sounds of delight.

“No offence to every diner in Lucis,” he said, mouth full, “but Specs could make Cup Noodles taste gourmet.”

Ignis didn’t look up from his bowl. “I have.”

Gladio sat beside you again, of course. His arm brushed yours as he leaned forward to grab the ladle, then stayed just close enough to make your nerves fray like overused thread.

You didn’t move away. Neither did he.

Noctis sat nearby, poking lazily at his stew. “We making a plan for the daemon nest tomorrow?”

“After dessert,” Prompto said, lifting his bowl dramatically. “This deserves my full focus.”

You tried to focus too — on anything but the heat of Gladio’s thigh next to yours, or the way your knee kept bumping his under the table. That little moment earlier at the fire still lingered in your blood, sticky and unresolved.

Gladio ate slow, quiet for once. You caught him glancing at you over the rim of his bowl more than once. Like he wanted to say something.

Prompto noticed, of course.

“So…” Prompto said with a sly smile, gaze bouncing between the two of you. “Anyone else feel like the temperature around here jumped a bit since sundown?”

You stiffened.

Ignis didn’t miss a beat. “Campfires tend to generate heat. Shocking, I know.”

Prompto grinned. “Sure, sure. Couldn’t possibly be tension or anything.”

Noctis raised an eyebrow, finally engaged. “Tension?”

You tried to drink from your cup and nearly choked.

Gladio, unbothered, leaned back with a smirk and threw his arm along the back of your chair. “Prompto’s got a wild imagination. Doesn’t know the difference between weather and body heat.”

You gave him a sharp look. He just smirked deeper.

Ignis cleared his throat. “Regardless, finish eating. We’ll be waking early — and you three will be sharing the main tent.”

“I could sleep under the stars,” you offered quickly. Too quickly.

“No,” Gladio said at the exact same time as Ignis.

The silence that followed was thick.

Prompto snorted into his stew.

“You okay sharing, Noct?” you asked, trying to play it cool.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “Just try not to kill each other in your sleep.”

“Or worse,” Prompto whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

Gladio’s hand settled on your lower back as he stood to clear his bowl. You flinched — not from the touch, but from how much you didn’t want to move away from it.

He leaned down as he passed behind you and murmured near your ear, “still your move, sweetheart.”

You sat frozen, cheeks burning hotter than the stew.

And of course, Prompto noticed that too.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

After dinner, the sky deepened into a thick navy hue, and the stars blinked into view overhead. The fire crackled low now, reduced to embers. The others had already retreated to their tents, Ignis to his pristine setup, Prompto curled up with a blanket half off his face in the Chocobo-stamped tent nearby.

You stood awkwardly just outside the large tent you were sharing. The flap was open. Inside, a sleeping bag on each side, and one in the middle.

Of course.

Noctis was already sprawled across his, half-changed into a ratty old t-shirt and sweats, blinking up at the roof like he was trying to disappear. “I call left side,” he mumbled.

“That’s not how shared spaces work,” you said, stepping in. He didn’t move. Gladio ducked in behind you, ducking slightly to fit through the flap — shirt already off, because of course it was. You tried not to stare. Failed. Looked down.

“Middle’s mine,” he said simply, tossing his jacket off into the corner and kicking off his boots.

Your jaw dropped. “Why the middle?”

“Because Noct’s dead weight and you toss like a storm at sea. I’ll survive between you.”

You tossed a pillow at him. “You just want to crowd both of us.”

He caught it easily and threw it onto his bag. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Noctis rolled over and muttered into his pillow, “Can you two flirt more quietly? Some of us are trying to pretend we’re already asleep.”

You flushed. “We’re not flirting.”

Gladio raised an eyebrow at you — and said absolutely nothing. The silence was louder than words.

You knelt to unzip your bag and changed into your sleep shirt under your blanket, trying to move fast and not make a scene of it. Your limbs felt too warm. Too aware. Gladio’s presence radiated like a hearth behind you.

By the time you slipped into your bag, he was already lying down, arms folded behind his head, gaze fixed on the canvas ceiling.

You were so close.

Close enough to feel the heat of his skin through the sleeping bags.

Close enough that one small shift in your sleep would have your hand landing across his chest.

He let out a slow breath, voice low enough that only you could hear:

“You always this jumpy when someone lies next to you?”

Your throat went dry. “Only when they look like you.”

His head turned toward you, slow.

And there it was again — that look. Molten, deliberate, full of something that felt dangerous to touch. You held it. You shouldn’t have.

But you did.

Noctis coughed pointedly. “Still here, you know.”

You broke the stare, curling in on your side. “Goodnight, Your Highness.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled.

You closed your eyes. You didn’t sleep.

Not really.

Not with Gladio’s breath so steady beside you, not with the phantom feeling of his hand almost brushing yours between your bags, not with the fire in your chest that refused to die out.

Not with the memory of his words: Still your move, sweetheart.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

You weren’t sure what woke you.

The wind had died down, the air inside the tent still and warm. Noctis snored softly a few feet away, wrapped like a burrito in his sleeping bag. The camp was quiet — but your heart wasn’t. It hadn’t slowed down once since you lay down beside Gladio.

You’d rolled onto your back sometime in the night, the thin barrier of your sleeping bag twisted low around your hips. The material clung to your skin, warm and uncomfortable. You turned your head slightly—and caught Gladio already looking at you.

He hadn’t slept either.

His eyes were half-lidded, gold in the moonlight bleeding through the canvas, sharp even in the dark. You could barely breathe.

“You’re awake,” you whispered.

“So are you,” he murmured, voice low and rough like gravel underfoot. “Didn’t think you were gonna sleep with all that tension between us.”

You tried to laugh it off, but it came out as a shaky exhale. “This is a really bad idea.”

“I know.”

His hand slid across the space between your bags — slow, deliberate — and settled on your hip. You sucked in a breath, the heat of it lighting a fuse straight through you.

“You gonna stop me?” he asked, voice just above a breath, his palm dragging slowly up your waist.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t want to.

Instead, you shifted toward him, the sound of fabric whispering under your movement. His hand flattened against your side, drawing you close until your noses nearly brushed.

“Gladio,” you breathed.

“I’ve been patient,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “but you’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

“I noticed,” you said, and your hand found his chest — solid, warm, steady under your palm.

“Then do something about it.”

And gods help you, you did.

You leaned in, finally, letting your lips find his in the dark. It was slow at first — a testing kind of kiss — but he didn’t stay soft for long. He gripped your waist and pulled you in hard against him, kissing you like he’d waited years. Like it would never be enough.

Your hands tangled in his hair, in the sheets, in anything that could anchor you to reality. Every sound had to be bitten back, every breath stolen through the kiss. His mouth moved to your jaw, then your neck, each brush of his lips stoking the fire higher.

“Still think this is a bad idea?” he murmured against your throat.

“Absolutely,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Then we better make it worth it.”

He rolled on top of you, slow and careful to avoid waking Noct — but that hardly softened the weight of him pressing you down, the feeling of skin and heat and tension finally breaking loose. Your legs wrapped around his thick waist, breath hitching as your hips met his—

“—Hey.”

You both froze.

Noctis groaned groggily from the other side of the tent. “If you’re gonna do that, leave the tent. Some of us are trying to sleep.”

You slapped a hand over your face.

Gladio just laughed, low and unrepentant. “Guess that’s my cue to take you outside.”

“You’re not taking me outside!”

Gladio grinned like the bastard he was — and didn’t hesitate. His thick arms wrapped around your back and beneath your knees before you could stop him, the motion so fast and smooth you let out a surprised yelp as he stood up, hauling you right off your sleeping bag like you weighed nothing.

“Put me down, you fucker!” you hissed, trying to squirm out of his grip as he shoved open the tent flap with one arm.

“Language, sweetheart,” he said, barely keeping his voice down. “There’s royalty present.”

“You are so dead—”

“Mmhm.”

You thumped your fist against his shoulder as he carried you past the campfire, now reduced to soft embers. The cold air bit at your skin, but he was warm and solid and infuriatingly smug beneath your hands. You weren’t exactly struggling hard.

“You’re gonna wake Ignis,” you snapped.

“Too late for that. I’m pretty sure Noctis already did.”

“You’re gonna wake Prompto.”

Gladio barked out a laugh. “Pretty sure he’s rooting for us.”

You opened your mouth to argue — and then shut it as he turned off the path and into the trees, stepping over roots and brushing past branches like this was some casual moonlit stroll. The dim light filtered through the canopy above, throwing silver patterns over his bare chest, his arms tight around you, his grin unshakable.

Your pulse was chaos.

Finally, he stopped. A small clearing, soft moss underfoot. Still within earshot of the camp — just enough to be reckless.

He didn’t let you down.

Instead, he lowered you slow, your back grazing the bark of a tree as he caged you in with one arm braced beside your head. His hips pressed into yours, heat blazing through your sleepwear, his face barely an inch from yours.

“Comfy?” he asked, voice low and rough.

You stared at him, chest heaving. “You’re insane.”

“You didn’t say no.”

Your fingers slid up his sides, slow, and hooked into his waistband. “That’s because I hate how much I want this.”

“Good,” he growled, leaning in to kiss you again — slower this time, deeper. His hands mapped every inch of your body like he already knew it in a past life. His lips traveled down your jaw, your throat, your collarbone, each kiss setting your skin on fire.

Your back arched, hands fisting in his hair, your mind somewhere between “this is so wrong” and “please don’t stop.”

When he lifted his head again, his eyes were molten. “Say the word and I’ll take you apart right here.”

You bit your lip.

“Do it,” you whispered , breathless, needy, not even pretending anymore.

Gladio didn’t hesitate.

His mouth crashed into yours, not gentle this time, not patient. It was hunger, full and raw, weeks of tension, of brushes and banter and heat and almost , breaking all at once. His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you, pinning your back against the rough bark of the tree as your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, dragging a low groan from his chest as he kissed you deeper, teeth catching your lower lip. He tasted like smoke and fire and something sweeter, like you’d already ruined him just by saying yes.

He kissed down your neck, biting softly at your pulse, and your head fell back with a gasp. The night air was cool, but his hands were fire on your skin, dragging under your sleep shirt, tracing your ribs, your sides, every inch of you like he wanted to memorize it.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured against your throat. “So many times.”

“Me too,” you admitted, voice shaking. “So much it drove me insane.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you — his expression dark, full of something dangerously close to affection.

“Good,” he said, hoarse. “Then I won’t hold back.”

You didn’t want him to.

Clothes became obstacles, tugged and shoved and half-removed in the rush. You moaned into his mouth when he finally pressed against you fully, no layers left between you — every part of you aching with how close he was. How much you’d needed this.

And gods, he felt so good — his hands on your hips, his breath warm in your ear, his body pushing you higher with every slow, grinding motion. He took his time, savoring every sound you made, every shiver, every whispered plea.

“Look at me,” he said lowly, forehead against yours, eyes locked to yours even as he rocked into you. “I want to see you.”

And you did, held his gaze through every rising wave, lost in the heat and pressure and the way he touched you like you were something sacred and wild all at once.

You felt yourself coming apart, breath hitching, nails biting into his shoulders. And when it finally hit, sharp and overwhelming and perfect, he held you through it, kissing you like you were the last thing left in the world.

He wasn’t far behind, groaning your name into your neck like it was a prayer he couldn’t stop saying.

The quiet after was almost louder than the act itself.

You were still wrapped around him, both of you panting, foreheads pressed together, hands trembling slightly in each other’s hair.

“Still think this was a bad idea?” he whispered.

You swallowed hard. “Definitely.”

He laughed, warm, low, and satisfied. “Good.”

“...You’re gonna have to carry me back, you know.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

You could barely catch your breath as Gladio gently set you back on your feet after that moment of sheer heat. Your skin felt flushed and electrified, every inch of you hyperaware of what just happened.

His chest heaved in tandem with yours, but he was already moving. His large hand found your wrist, pulling you with surprising care toward the edge of the clearing. The camp was still, but you could hear the faint rustling of the others, Noct’s barely audible snoring from his tent, and the faint sound of Ignis making breakfast.

"Stay close," Gladio murmured, his voice low but intense, a subtle edge of mischief threading through. He leaned down, brushing his lips over your ear, sending a shiver through your spine. "Don’t want anyone waking up just yet."

You nodded, still trying to regain some semblance of control over your body. Every step was unsteady, your legs still sore and a little wobbly, but you forced yourself to keep up.

You both moved quietly, too quietly, as Gladio pulled you deeper into the trees. The moonlight filtered through the canopy above, making the shadows feel like they were closing in. Your heart pounded in your chest as you finally saw the entrance to the tent ahead.

“Almost there,” Gladio muttered, his grip on your waist tightening, but in a way that made you feel like the only thing between him and losing control was a hair’s breadth.

The closer you got, the harder it was to pretend this wasn’t all far too obvious. But you were too close to the finish line now. Just a few more steps.

“Careful,” you warned in a barely audible whisper, hoping your feet wouldn’t betray you.

“Don’t worry,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ve got this.”

When you reached the tent, you exhaled — but the relief was short-lived. You turned to him, eyes wide, and he held a finger up to his lips, signaling you to be quiet.

He crouched, slipping inside the tent first and then reaching out for you. You hesitated, eyes darting back toward the campfire, but then you took his hand and slipped inside, the fabric of the tent closing softly behind you.

The tent was still warm from earlier, the dim light of the morning filtering in through the small gaps. Noctis was still snoring lightly a few feet away, blissfully unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you lowered yourself back onto the sleeping bag. Gladio followed suit, carefully unzipping his jacket and letting it fall beside him.

For a moment, it was just the two of you — silent, hearts pounding, as the night’s events still lingered heavily in the air.

But then you heard a low, grumbling voice from the other side of the tent.

“…I know what you two were up to.”

It was Noctis.

You shot a panicked look at Gladio, who just smirked, leaning back with a cocky grin.

“Ignis is gonna kill us,” you muttered, your heart sinking as you heard the sounds of movement from Noctis’ side of the tent.

“Nope.” Gladio chuckled low in his chest, leaning in toward you, his face just inches from yours. “You’re my problem now.”

Before you could respond, you heard Noctis’ voice again, this time with a faint chuckle.

“I’m just glad you two finally figured it out.”

Gladio’s grin only widened, his fingers brushing against yours once more.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice full of smug satisfaction. “Took us long enough, didn’t it?”

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The moment you stirred awake, you knew something was off. It wasn’t just the low hum of the morning; it was the distinct feel of eyes on you. Gladio was still lying next to you, his large frame stretched out in his usual relaxed manner, but your skin was burning. And not from the warmth of the tent.

You hesitated, glancing up at him. His eyes were closed, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. He knew you were both busted, but he was enjoying every second of it.

A sound from outside the tent caused your heart to skip — footsteps, and then the unmistakable sound of snickering.

The tent flap pulled back with little warning.

“Well, well, well… look who finally got some action,” came Prompto’s voice, loud and impossibly cheerful.

You froze. Nope. No way.

“Prompto!” you hissed, your face heating up as you quickly scrambled to cover yourself with the nearest blanket.

He leaned casually in the entrance, looking far too pleased with himself. “I mean, I’m glad to see you two finally took the plunge.” He gave a dramatic wink, leaning in as if to whisper to you. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. I’m not gonna tell anyone… unless I can get a free photo op.”

“Prompto, for the love of—” Gladio groaned, half-awake and still trying to pull the blanket over his head, but it was too late. The damage was done.

“Too late, man,” Prompto interrupted, practically beaming with amusement. “I saw your faces last night when you two thought nobody was watching. You guys were way too obvious.”

"You pervert!" You hissed.

“Ignore him,” Gladio mumbled, but you could see the smirk tugging at his lips, clearly enjoying the chaos.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, pulling the blanket up higher, desperate to avoid more teasing. “But seriously, if you tell anyone…”

Noctis woke up, glancing over at you both with half-lidded eyes. “You were practically screaming in the trees.”

“Noct, shut up!” You snapped, embarrassed beyond belief.

Prompto was absolutely howling now. “Oh my god, you two were loud? I knew it. I KNEW IT!”

“Shut it, Prompto!” Gladio barked, sitting up with a scowl, but even he couldn’t hide the small grin on his face. The morning-after smugness was infectious.

"Seriously," Noctis continued with a lazy smile, "at least wait until we’re asleep. It’s a little rude."

You were ready to curl up and die. “This is why I didn’t want to sneak back in here.”

Prompto jumped onto the bed with you and Gladio. “Oh, come on, you can’t be embarrassed now. We’re all friends here,” he teased, poking you in the ribs. “Now, tell me everything! How was it? Was he as good as he looks?”

“Nope.” Gladio grinned, his voice low and teasing. “Better.”

You kicked him lightly in retaliation, but it only made the whole thing worse. Ignis’ voice, cold and calculating, cut through the chaos like a knife.

“Will you all shut up already?” Ignis said, his patience clearly running out as he emerged from his tent, adjusting his glasses. “I’m trying to cook breakfast here, and you’re all making a scene.”

You managed to stammer, still covering your face in humiliation, “We didn’t do anything…”

“Sure,” Ignis said, clearly not buying it, his eyebrow arching. “And I suppose I didn’t hear the two of you sneaking back in here last night either.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, wishing the earth would just swallow you up right there.

Prompto was on the floor now, laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, I love this so much.”

“Well, at least we’re not sleeping through it like someone else,” Gladio said, poking Noctis in the side. “I don’t know how you can sleep through the noise, man.”

Noctis just waved it off with a smirk. “I’ve got a talent for it.”

“But we’re not talking about this anymore, got it?” You shot back, your face still burning, trying to shift the topic before things got even worse.

Prompto was still grinning. “Oh, we’re talking about it all day long, trust me. Just wait ‘til we get to the diner later, you two.” He waggled his eyebrows, and you could’ve sworn you saw Gladio’s smirk widen.

"Anyway," Gladio said, clearly enjoying the banter far more than you were, "you guys hungry?"

Noctis gave him an exaggerated sigh. “Are you really changing the subject right now, Gladio? After all the teasing?”

“What teasing?” Gladio chuckled. “There’s no teasing happening here. Just truth.”

You buried your face in your hands. "I can’t believe this is happening."

"Alright, we're hitting the road soon." Ignis shouts as he walks away.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The bell rang as you and the Chocobros entered a diner. It was a cozy little spot on the side of the road, always a welcome place to rest after a long trek. The atmosphere inside was inviting, the hum of conversation and the clinking of plates filling the air. But as soon as you stepped in, you felt the tension coil in your chest. You all sit down at a table and a waitress approches.

The waitress , tall, blonde, and absolutely radiating confidence, was immediately there, practically gliding over to your table like a predator circling its prey. Her eyes landed on Gladio, and you could already tell she was interested.

“Hey there, handsome,” she purred as she leaned over the table, just a bit too close to Gladio. “What can I get for you today?”

You glanced over at Gladio, who was blissfully unaware of the flirtation. He shot her a charming grin, stretching his long legs out beneath the table, looking relaxed and completely at ease.

“Prairie-style skewers, thanks,” Gladio said, his voice smooth and casual, not realising the attention he was drawing.

The waitress flashed him a smile that could’ve melted steel. "Coming right up. I’ll be sure to make it extra special for you." She lingered, eyes flicking between Gladio and you, and you felt your stomach twist.

You clenched your fists under the table, a sharp wave of jealousy washing over you. She was way too close. And Gladio—he wasn’t noticing how obvious she was being. Not at all.

“Anything else I can get for you, hon?” she added, her voice dripping with flirtation.

Before you could open your mouth to respond, a voice from across the table interrupted.

“Oh my God, again?” Prompto let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. “Gladio, you’re making it way too easy for her.”

You could see the waitress’ eyes flick to Prompto with a slight glare, but she quickly went back to focusing on Gladio.

You swallowed, trying to suppress the rising irritation in your chest. "I’ll have the skewers, too," you said, your voice sharp, the words coming out before you could stop them.

The waitress finally turned her attention to you, her gaze briefly cold, and you could feel her sizing you up, a clear sense of superiority in her eyes. You didn’t miss the way she lingered on Gladio, almost completely ignoring you as she scribbled something down. She got the others' meals as well.

“Got it,” she said before turning to walk away. The sway of her hips was way too exaggerated, and you couldn’t help but feel the frustration build inside.

As she walked off, you glared at her retreating figure, your face burning. You felt a tight knot in your stomach as you crossed your arms, doing everything you could to keep your cool.

“What’s up with you?” Gladio asked, finally noticing the shift in your mood. He was still relaxed, clearly unaware of the obvious reason you were upset. "You’ve gone quiet all of a sudden."

Prompto grinned from across the table, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Uh-oh, looks like someone’s a little jealous.”

“What? No!” You quickly shot back, your tone a little too defensive. You knew you were being obvious, but you couldn’t help it. She was all over him, and he was acting like it was nothing. It was making your blood boil.

“Don’t even try to lie, [Y/N],” Prompto teased. “I saw the way you were glaring at her. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.” He shot Gladio a wink. “But Gladio, man, I think you’ve got a bit of a fan club here.”

Noctis, who had been quietly sipping his drink, shot a knowing look your way before shrugging. “Honestly, it's not a big deal. Gladio gets hit on all the time. You should be used to it by now.”

That did not help your mood.

“Yeah, but it’s not just about the hitting on,” you muttered, trying to keep your tone steady. “It’s the way she was... hanging on him. A little too much for my liking.”

“Hey,” Gladio said, leaning forward now, his voice softer, “if it’s bothering you, I’ll make sure to keep my distance. I didn’t think it’d get to you.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat, but the green-eyed monster inside you wasn’t backing down that easily. You were still frustrated, but you couldn’t deny that Gladio was trying to make it right.

“It's not about keeping your distance,” you said, your voice quieter now, "It’s just... I don’t like the way she was acting like that with you.”

“Well,” Ignis chimed in, his voice calm but sharp as ever, “perhaps if you two were less obvious about it, no one would notice.” He adjusted his glasses and gave you both a pointed look, clearly fed up with the whole situation. “We’re trying to eat breakfast here, not make a spectacle.”

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Great, now Ignis was calling you out in front of everyone.

Before you could respond, Prompto burst out laughing, doubling over in his seat. “Honestly, this is the best thing to happen all week.”

“You’re a real pain, Prompto,” you muttered, shaking your head. "Seriously."

But Gladio just chuckled, his hand reaching over to gently squeeze yours under the table. “I get it, [Y/N]. I really do. You don’t have to worry about her. You’re the only one I’m interested in.”

You looked at him, the tension slowly starting to ease as you met his gaze. “Thanks.”

“I’d take it easy on the jealousy though,” Gladio teased, his grin returning. “It doesn’t look good on you, babe.”

“No, you’re not helping,” you muttered, though the warmth in your chest made it clear you weren’t actually mad anymore.

“Well, I think we’ve had enough fun for now,” Noctis said, his usual indifference masking the slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s just eat before we start really embarrassing ourselves.”

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The day had worn on, and the sun was beginning its descent as the group walked through the quiet town, searching for a place to relax and grab a drink. Everyone was in good spirits, though you couldn’t shake the memory of the earlier encounter. It had seemed like an endless stream of women looking Gladio up and down. It was something you'd gotten used to, but it was still grating.

You hadn’t let it show much, but now, it seemed like the universe was determined to test your patience.

You and the gang had stopped by a small, rustic bar. The mood was casual and relaxed, and everyone was enjoying a round of drinks. The guys were having a good time, joking around with each other, but your attention had wandered to the bartender, a tall, dark-haired man who had a certain... charm. You hadn't meant to notice him, but when his eyes met yours, he gave you an unmistakable once-over.

He flashed you a smile, one that seemed to linger just a little too long for your liking.

"Hey there," he greeted, voice smooth and almost seductive as he made his way over to you, leaning on the counter. "What’s a beautiful lady like you doing in a place like this?"

You gave him a polite, but tight-lipped smile, trying to keep the situation neutral. “Just enjoying the company of some friends.”

Glancing back at the Chocobros, you caught Gladio’s eye. He was mid-laugh with Prompto, but the moment his gaze met yours, something in his expression shifted. It was subtle but unmistakable—his eyes darkened slightly, his jaw setting in a tense line.

The bartender leaned in a little closer, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he addressed you again, completely ignoring the presence of your companions.

"You sure you don’t want to get away from all this noise?" he suggested, voice dripping with charm. "I could show you a better time."

At that, your patience finally snapped. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, especially not in front of Gladio. You weren’t interested in this guy in the slightest, but you weren’t going to let him flirt so shamelessly either. Before you could respond, Gladio stood up from his spot at the table, his posture stiff and his movements deliberate.

The energy shifted. You could feel it—the subtle but unmistakable possessiveness radiating off him. His footsteps were heavier as he approached, and you could feel his presence behind you like a looming shadow.

“Is there a problem here?” Gladio’s voice was deep and steady, but there was a razor’s edge to it.

The bartender straightened up immediately, visibly caught off guard by the sudden shift in atmosphere. He managed a nervous chuckle. “N-No, not at all. Just—just talking.”

You didn’t need to look at Gladio to feel the intensity building. It was like a storm brewing, his body so close now that you could feel the heat radiating from him, the barely contained tension in every muscle. You were surprised he didn’t just outright drag you away.

“Yeah, I think you should back off,” Gladio continued, his tone low and commanding. He gave the bartender a look that was so intense it could’ve set fire to the whole room. “This one’s taken.”

The bartender quickly backed away, muttering an apology under his breath, but Gladio wasn’t finished. He turned to you, his eyes full of that dark, possessive heat that sent a thrill straight through your chest.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, taking your arm and leading you away from the bar, away from the prying eyes of the others.

Once you were out of the bar, Gladio pulled you into the alleyway next to the building, his hand gripping your wrist firmly but gently enough not to hurt. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything. He just backed you up against the brick wall, the cool surface pressing against your back as he hovered in front of you.

His breath was heavy, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to read something you weren’t saying.

“I hate it when people look at you like that,” he growled, the words coming out in a rush. His face was inches from yours, his breath warm against your lips. “You don’t deserve to be treated like some prize to be won.”

You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse quicken. His anger—mixed with something else—was like a fire that fueled your own desire. It wasn’t just jealousy you were seeing; it was raw, unfiltered need.

"I’m not some fragile thing," you said, the words coming out sharper than you intended. “And you can’t just—”

Before you could finish, his lips were on yours, cutting off the words you didn’t want to say anyway. The kiss was rough, urgent, almost desperate as he pulled you closer, his hand tangling in your hair. His other hand pressed against the wall beside your head, caging you in.

It took you a moment to respond, but once you did, the spark turned into an inferno. You kissed him back with just as much intensity, your hands roaming over his chest, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

"Gladio," you whispered breathlessly, your voice full of tension.

His grip tightened on your waist, and he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. “I don’t want anyone else looking at you like that. No one else is allowed to touch you, [Y/N].”

The possessiveness in his words made something inside you snap. You wanted this. All of it.

You smirk, "now you know how I felt earlier."

Without another word, Gladio kissed you again, more demanding this time, his hands quickly finding their way beneath your clothes, the heat of his skin against yours driving you both toward the edge.

It didn’t take long before you were both caught in the whirlwind of your desire, the world outside of this alleyway no longer existing. There was only the burning need between you, the heady mix of jealousy and passion that had been simmering all day finally reaching its boiling point.

He hiked your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side.

"Fuck, [Y/N], wet already?" He teased.

"Jealousy looks so good on you." You smirk and his fingers dip into your pussy. You moan and he covers your mouth with his hand.

"Don't want anyone disrupting us." He mumers and he works his fingers in and out of your dripping hole, swirling your clit with his thumb.

Your nails dug into his exposed abs. "Gladio..." You whine.

"I know, babe." He huffs as he unzips his leather pants and pulls his boxers down, his giant member slapping against his muscles. He slides his member along your slit as you whine at the sensation. He slowly pushes into you as you gasp and he groans deeply. "Fuck." He holds you tightly around your waist as he thrusts into you, your breasts bouncing at the motion against the brick wall.

"Baby," You whine as your hands settle on his face as he plays with your clit and you rub his cheek. You kiss him deeply. He groans into the kiss. "Im close" you breathe as he chuckles.

"Me too." He thruts a few more times and you both reach your high. You tilt your head back as you see stars. Gladio buries his face into your neck and bites down as he fills you up. After a few moments he pulls back and tucks himself back in and kisses your face gently.

"It's so hot knowing your filled with my cum." He bites your ear and you giggle.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The evening air was cooler now, tinged with salt and heat from the pavement. After the long day, the Chocobros decided to forgo camping for once and check into a modest hotel on the edge of town. The neon sign flickered lazily as Ignis handled the front desk, making sure everyone had a room.

“Noct, you’re with me,” Prompto said, stretching his arms with a yawn. “Try not to snore like a behemoth this time.”

Noctis rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who sleep-talks.”

Gladio was quiet beside you, the tension from earlier replaced by something calmer—but not quite gone. He kept a protective hand on your lower back as everyone made their way down the hall with keys in hand.

You were about to follow Noct and Prompto to your shared room when Gladio’s grip tightened slightly.

“Switch with me,” he said quietly to Ignis, who raised a brow behind his glasses. A knowing flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing.

“Very well,” Ignis replied smoothly, offering Gladio a different keycard.

You raised an eyebrow. “What was that about?”

Gladio leaned close, murmuring just loud enough for you to hear. “After earlier, you really think I’m lettin’ you out of my sight tonight?”

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks, but didn’t argue.

The room was simple: a king bed, crisp sheets, and warm lighting from a small lamp in the corner. The curtains were drawn, and the muffled sounds of the town buzzed faintly beyond the windows. You kicked off your shoes, toes grateful to breathe again, while Gladio peeled off his jacket and tossed it over a chair.

The silence wasn’t awkward—it was comfortable. Grounding. His eyes found yours in the soft lamplight as you sat at the edge of the bed.

“Earlier... that guy didn’t stand a chance,” you said, half-teasing, half-serious.

Gladio chuckled, walking over to you and brushing his fingers gently along your jaw. “Still got under my skin. Guess I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

You leaned into his touch, your voice quieter now. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

He kissed your temple, arms wrapping around your waist from behind as he pulled you into him, your backs swaying slightly in a private rhythm only you two knew.

“You wore me out today,” you said with a mock scowl.

He grinned, voice low. “Yeah? Let’s sleep, then.”

You changed into something comfortable while Gladio stripped down to his boxers. As you both settled under the covers, his warmth against your back, his arm looped snugly around your waist, you let out a soft, content sigh.

“You really gonna behave tonight?” you teased, nuzzling into the pillow.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his lips brushed your ear.

“Only if you stop makin’ those little noises when you stretch.”

You smacked his arm, laughing. “You’re the worst.”

“And you’re perfect.”

With that, he kissed the back of your shoulder and finally relaxed, his chest rising and falling evenly against your spine.

You closed your eyes to the sound of his breathing, the quiet hum of the hotel, and the comfort of knowing you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

[flowers-of-tenebrae]

How It Could've Gone

I really adore Noctis/Luna but I'd be the first to agree it could've been executed better or fleshed out more, they should've interacted in-game as adults, the players should've been allowed to build an emotional connection to Luna, etc. So here's one hc of how it could've gone:

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Luna survives the battle at Altissia and Ardyn's stabbing but is weak and severely wounded. Instead of mourning her death, Noctis and his bros grapple with the aftermath - the response and recovery of Altissia, Ignis' blindness, Luna's convalescence, Noctis' own shortcomings in the last trial, and Noctis' realisation that it isn't too late. That he and Luna still have time.

Cue Luna joining the guys when they depart for Niflheim - to some protest, mainly out of concern for her health. But our girl isn't one to sit back when there's a world save and she has the power to help. Maybe she even tries to heal Ignis' eyesight but it's been too long since he incurred the injury. Maybe her healing powers have waned after the last trial or maybe Ignis refuses it. Either way Luna acts as their guide to Niflheim and joins as a guest party member when they alight at Cartanica.

Their trip down the mine to the royal tomb is still fraught with danger and heightened emotions, but Luna's presence eases the tension and her abilities (both as a healer and wielder of the Trident) help in picking up the slack. During this time, and earlier on the train ride, the guys and Luna get to know each other - the way they should have in-game - and discuss their respective journeys. Maybe Noctis and Luna have a private moment at a campsite where they can, for the first time in years, be just "Noctis and Luna" together - and not the chosen King of Lucis and the Oracle. The Ring of the Lucii is brought up, with Luna apologising for not delivering it sooner, and so is the fall of Insomnia and Regis' passing. Amidst the sweet sorrow and growing pains, the group retrieves the royal arm but Noctis still has yet to put on the ring.

They agree to journey to Tenebrae, both to fulfil promises unspoken and to check on its state after hearing rumours of an attack on the radio. Their impending arrival is heralded by daemons assaulting the train. Luna helps repel the daemons with her powers of light, but is left utterly spent and Prompto is lost in the onslaught.

The remaining group reaches Tenebrae only to find the rumours are true - an imperial invasion has devastated the land once again and the fight rages on. In the midst of it all, they encounter Aranea, Biggs and Wedge assisting with the evacuation. Aranea points out where the fighting is thickest and informs them of the latest news out of Gralea and Ravus' rumoured passing.

The army of MTs and daemons is being puppeteered by Ardyn, who mocks them for being down one member and running behind schedule. Their enemies are relentless in their attacks and despite Gladio and Ignis' warnings, Noctis breaks off as he charges after Ardyn. Their frenzied fight comes to a head as Noctis gains the upper hand and pins Ardyn to the ground. Ardyn's mocking laughter rings in Noctis' ears as he crows their time has finally run out. Noctis' vision clears and he finds on the end of his sword is none other than Luna.

Lying amidst the ravaged flower fields of her home, Luna reveals her true feelings and inescapable fate. Her body has been wracked by the covenants and Ardyn is right, her time was always going to be limited with her calling now fulfilled. Still, she is grateful for the time they spent together, for the chance to stand beside him and laugh again as they once did. Luna admits she was looking forward to their wedding and asks Noctis to save their star, reminding him he is not alone and Prompto can yet be saved.

Noctis, cradling her body, cries he is sorry, he won't let her down and they'll be together again someday.

Luna smiles... And the party is down to three.

-

(Happy 8th anniversary to FFXV!)

[vee-beeee]

The Tent

Okay this is a change from dbh LOL

So im figuring out how to write for these characters, and its going to be harder because its 4 people so PLEASE forgive me.

Warnings: Tents, enclosed spaces with 4 boys

Chocobros x reader (can be taken as platonic)

Im sorry for any spelling errors or plot holess

SORRY IF THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE

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You woke up

And then wished you didn't.

It smelt like sweaty socks and boys.

Someone had shoved your back into their front, and was snoring VERY loudly. Another person had his socks in your face, sprawled out over what looked to be Noctis himself. So the case of the smelly socks was solved, that had to be Prompto. You didn't see anyone else in your line of vision, but guessing at how strong and muscular the arm around you was...

Gladio had turned you into his own personal teddy bear.

You gently tried to roll out of his grip, but he grunted and held on to you with a stronger grasp. You sighed and searched for another way out, you need air and to be away from this tent.

You briefly wondered if tickling Prom would wake him up so he could help, but you didn't really want to touch his feet.

So you sat, starting at the tent walls and daring to breathe through your mouth.

You thought about falling asleep again but whenever you tried, Gladio's snoring woke you up just as you were on the cusp of the dream realm.

What a terrible way to start your morning.

Finally, FINALLY you heard someone stir. You turned your body as much as you could in Gladio's grip and saw Ignis's hair over a massive leg.

"Ignis!" you whisper-yelled, hoping to get his attention. He turned around, sleep very much apparent on his face, and looked the entirety of the tent until his eyes caught yours.

"Miss Y/N?" He mumbled, raising an eyebrow at your position, Gladio crowding your back and Proms feet in your face. You had also felt Noctis was really close to your knees, you could feel his hair whispering against your skin. It was ticklish and uncomfortable.

Ignis huffed out a laugh, and you proceeded to beg him to help you.

"Why of course, Dear Y/N. However, I believe Gladio is going to kill me in his sleep if I remove you from his hold. I can help with Prompto and Noct however."

You sighed, sad he wouldn't even TRY not to get killed by Gladio. You watched him as he harshly rolled Prompto off of Noctis, and you were briefly worried that he would awake.

He just snorted and continued sleeping.

Ignis next went to Noctis to gently move his head away from your leg. Of course, Noct slept like a corpse so he didn't even notice. You took your chance to thank him, and ask a favor

"Can you leave the tent flap open I need air please."

Ignis nodded, and exited the tent, leaving the flap open. You started to bask in fresh air and morning light, but then the world turned upside down.

Gladio was rolling over, treating your body like you were an actual teddy bear.

He was now slightly under you, both arms surrounding you with the literal strength of a Titan.

And you were suffocating in his chest.

In ANY other scenario you would have been like "nice" . But in this one you could not breathe. And that was a problem. So you started gently saying his name.

Gladio groaned, but stayed asleep. You tried wrestling your arms out from his iron grip, but no use.

So you did the only thing you could think of.

Loud enough for him to clearly hear you, you poked the bear

"Ooo this book of gladios looks so good, im going to read it while eating chips and wipe my fingers on the pages and fold the edges to mark where i am. Surely he wont mind"

Suddenly you were shoved as his eyes shot open and he released you, sitting up to look around huffing.

"NO THATS MY COLLECTORS EDITION!" you breathed and rolled over as he looked around and found his book by his belongings.

Then he turned to you, brows furrowed and irritation clear on his features for 1. being woken up and 2. having his most prized book threatened.

"What the hell was that for?"

You moved onto your back and stuck your tongue out at him

"You were suffocating me in your pecs, I had to get free some how"

His anger faded into an embarrassed smile, and then a smug smirk.

"A lot of girls would pay real money to get suffocated in these pecs."

You rolled your eyes as hard as you could and he let out a hardy laugh, which accidently woke Prompto.

He snorted as he awoke, leaning on his elbows before asking "uh whats slo funmny?" and then promptly fell flat on his face, going back to his dreamless sleep.

You and Gladio stayed quiet before looking at each other and chuckling quietly. Gladio winked at you and turned to leave the tent. You watched his huge shadow as it moved across the tent, and then it disappeared.

After a couple of minutes, you heard Gladio and Ignis in the camp talking, and saw an opportunity to get more sleep. So you found your original spot and comfy sleeping bag, and settled in.

(A couple hours later)

You woke up, blinking your eyes slowly, feeling that you had gotten a good rest. You looked around and saw the Prompto had seemingly left, and you didn't see anyone else so that must mean Noct left too.

You closed your eyes again, resting them for a moment before you felt something moving around your front. You jumped and accidently smacked your elbow against the something. And that something groaned.

You looked down to see a mess of black hair nuzzling into YOUR blanket.

"Noct?" You leaned on your elbows and he looked up at you sleepily before groaning out a response

"you have the good blankets."

and then he was gone. But luckily, you had help to wake him back up.

Ignis had heard your surprised yelp, and knew it was time for Noct to get up. He had been chatting with Gladio and Prompto about how to pay for more car renovations, but that conversation could be put on hold.

Ignis grabbed a pot and one of his spatulas, before leaning down into the tent flap.

And then he started hitting them repeatedly together.

He saw you cry out and put your hands over your ears, and Noct just sat up slowly and glared at him.

Ignis smirked and left the tent when he saw Noct leaving, and you followed shortly after.

You watched Iggy put his utensils away and you went straight for the middle of the circle of chairs you all had put together the night before. Noct had just slumped down his camping chair when you started talking.

"Why do you guys love piling on me so much when we sleep? Like I wake up and your all over me."

You stood stalk still and waited for a response. You heard groaning and looked over to see Noct open one eye and looking at you.

"Smell nice and warm"

and then he was asleep.

Ignis sighed and walked over to shake him awake and you turned to see Gladio and Prompto nodding their heads. Gladio was the first to say something.

"I think he's right. Your a little babe space heater." You flushed, and he and Prompto laughed seeing your face.

"Yeah and you uhh, kinda smell a lot like roses." was Proms response, and now you watched him go red. Gladio slapped him on the back and Ignis chuckled quietly, continuing to try and wake Noctis up.

So your consensus was to buy more blankets, and an air freshener.

Fair enough.

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THANKS FOR READING

I dont know if this is cringe or how I did, but I hope I did good on my first time writing these guys.

Hope you enjoyeddd

[phoenixwithapencil]

Gnashing my teeth while thinking about all the things that could have been done with Gladio- all the things I could possibly write- Gladio worrying over not being able to keep up with Noctis, worrying over his own health (because permanent damage to himself makes him less fit to be a shield), trying to balance his devotion to Noctis with his devotion to what a king should be, Gladio being a guard dog of a man, Gladio understanding Prompto’s chronic anxiety over expendability, Gladio also being a strategist- just one who deals in quick thinking and fighting on the back foot where Ignis gets time and information and plans and contingency plans, Gladio feeling the looming dread of failure at succeeding at the things you built your whole life and self image and self worth around (because you were always able to be Noctis’s shield. Why are you so damn weak all of a sudden?)

But most of that is at best only minimally present in the text and a lot of it isn’t actually there at all and honing in on it will make me feel like he’s being ooc even though in my mind, these are all reasonable extrapolations of ‘we were not friends until recently And Also I’m your shield And Also you are fighting gods- I can’t save you from that. Let me save you from that’

(Yes I am still screaming about Gladio. Yes I will continue screaming about Gladio until I fully pick him apart and put him back together or until I stop fixating on this damn game again)

[cloggedarteri]

♡ignis whos wearing his gloves not just for driving but also because he has a habit of biting and picking at his nails when he's nervous so the gloves are a countermeasure. the act of unfastening, removing and then refastening a pair of leather gloves was tedious enough to stop his pursuit.

♡ignis trying his hardest to keep up the glove routine on his own and for a good while he keeps it up. id find it very sweet if each of the boys had taken notice of ignis' little nervous tick and tried to redirect his attention or remind him to wear his gloves ( noctis notices ignis is fiddiling with his hands as hes thinking about what to cook and he comes back to bring him some gloves he keeps in his room. gladio notices that ignis is playing with the skin around his nail while hes scrolling through his phone after arms practice and places a water bottle in his hand to preoccupy him. and then prompto notices that ignis is biting his nails while hes watching the news so to distract him he asks for assistance with his homework---my boys are so sweet omg so previous) 

♡ignis finding that despite his friends proactive attempts, there are times when he cant maintain the routine. wearing gloves all day back to back becomes an annoying chore so he just...takes them off for a while, for an evening. whats the worst that could happen? he thinks surely he has enough self-control to last him a single afternoon but, by the end of the day, he's met with bloodied fingers and a dilemma. how the hell is he going to remove his piercings?

♡ignis who silently debates between powering through the pain or enduring the embarrassment of having to ask the boys for assistance--admittedly the pain seems more bearable. but then again if he did try the removal himself he'd probably be scolded for trying to hide that he'd broken his streak--scolded for his persistent independence.

♡ignis who after practice meekly walks up to gladio and asks him if hes preoccupied at the moment and if not then could he give him some assistance. and gladio looks at him with arched brows and squinted eyes, he grows tense in anticipation of something. it isnt often that ignis asks for things, for help (which he and the boys are trying to stop) so when he watches ignis avoid eye contact while holding his hands close to his chest, he knows he needs to listen. his attention move above ignis' form, seeing if anyone is watching the pair and whispers "of course iggy, whats wrong". this is humiliating. its not the first time he's gone to gladio for this kind of help but its still humiliating. "i-i need your assistance with my piercings" and tension in gladios shoulders bleed away with a sigh, "did you start biting again iggy?". and ignis can only response with a tired "yea".

♡ignis who despite having his eyes closed (to avoid looking into gladio's eyes as he rangles out the piercing) is all too aware of the pair of eyes peering at him so he acknowledges them with a, "i must ask that you two cease your gawking." and prompto is the first to run out of their cover with a quick "sorry ignis", noctis following close behind. the pair stand in front of the two on the bench and watch for a while before noctis breaks the silence

"why the hell are you digging in his nose?"

"taking his piercing out"

if ignis hadnt been trying to calm himself he would have found amusement in the way prompto had gasped, pointing at him with his mouth agape,

"you have a piercing!"

"more like piercings. hes got like 8 tucked away under his suit", responded noctis.

and somehow promptos mouth drops even further, looking back and forth between his two friends.

"10 actually. he got 2 new ones to impress his little boyfriend". and ignis doesnt have to open his eyes to know that gladio is smirking down at him because he could hear it in his tone.

♡ignis who wants to be swallowed whole and disappear from the whole situation so he pushes himself up with a hurried "okay thats enough thank you gladio I have places to be" and as ignis walks out the locker room all three of the boys say "to your boyfriends house?" and ignis is like "n-no. shut up." and then he just leaves

♡ignis whos practically races to get back to your apartment and quickly slots himself behind you, his arms around your waist. you ask "long day?" and wordlessly he nods.

[lectorel]

The Lost MT and The Sacrificial King

(a repost of everything in this verse, with some edits and several expanded sections, since tumblr is being broken about viewing the posts on mobile. 90% @sparklecryptid and @hamelin-born were responsible for parts of this, based on general vibes if nothing else.)

Verse Start: King's Assassin Prompto idea, sent to sparklecryptid.

A fact that the Crownsguard should probably have been informed of, at some point: an unknown 'guard turned traitor during Noctis' sophomore year.

Noctis knows this, because of the three separate assassination attempts he survived that year. The crownsguard doesn't, because Prompto took care of them.

The first was . . . messy. Prompto didn't have a gun yet, Noctis hadn't known what his best friend was capable of. Not until there had been a mangled body on the floor, and Prompto staring at Noctis in equal parts terror and grief.

He knows he should be upset by this, by the desperate violence Prompto has revealed himself capable of. He knows it shouldn't make him feel so loved, so pleased, to see his best friend covered in blood on his behalf. What he's feeling is pure Lucis Caelum madness, and Noctis knows what he's supposed to do when he's like this - knows that he should be calling Ignis or Gladio or Cor or even Drautos.

All that knowing means nothing, in the face of Prompto's resigned terror. Noctis dropped to his knees beside Prompto, ignoring the blood soaking into his clothes, dying them red as his friend's. "Prom - Prom, listen to me. You saved me, we're okay. There's nothing wrong, I promise."

Prompto trembled, and his knees buckled, and then he was weeping, shaking so hard it'd seemed like he'd rattle apart. "I don't - you saw what I did. I'm not safe, Noct. I thought I could stop."

"You did, Prom. You took care of the threat, and you stopped." Noctis leaned in, pulling Prompto into his arms. "You did everything right. I -" Noctis cuts himself off, before he asks for something he has no right to. "No one's going to be angry at you, I promise."

"But they won't let me stay." Prompto latches on to Noctis just as hard as Noctis is holding him. "You won't - later, once you've thought about it. You know what I am now. What I can do, and once everyone else does too, I'll never see you again."

He should be calling someone, the distant voice of his common sense reminds him. Before he does something he'll regret in his right mind.

When has anyone in the Lucis Caelum family been in their right mind?

"No one else gets to decide that but us. You're mine. All of you, including this." He'd stopped, and then continued in a softer voice. "If you'll let me keep you. If you'll stay."

"...If you want me," Prompto had agreed, staring at his bloody hands. "While you want me. You have to say if you change your mind."

After that - why should anyone know, when the idea frightens Prompto so badly? When Prompto is so unsure of his place at Noctis' side.

A few days short of four years later, and Noctis looks at his best friend, and then at Drautos, who had broken his oaths. "Prom?"

Prompto fires.

Anon Ask: Is Noctis possessive of his lost MT?

Is Noct possessive of his lost MT? Prom promised to kill on his orders, so did Noct promise to protect and care for him? Does Noct bring extra food at lunch, and keep the school bullies off of him, and comb back the bloodied hair from his face? What oaths did they swear when Noctis gave Prompto his magic? What covenant was formed?

I like how you think, nonny. I like it a lot.

What Noctis promised Prompto nothing more or less than this: that Noctis would keep him as long as Prompto wanted to be kept. (When he concentrates, Noctis can feel Prompto's heartbeat under his own skin. Mine. Mine. Mine.)

The rest of it, Noctis figured, was implied in that oath. You can't keep something - or someone - if you won't handle it with the care and attention it deserves. Prompto's trust is something too precious to be handled carelessly.

Prompto gives Noctis his hard-won humanity, will be a weapon in his king's hand, and trust Noctis to call him back to himself when the bloodshed is over. (Noctis' magic wraps around Prompto like a cloak. Or a suit of armor. He can see it from the corner of his eye, the undeniable proof that he is wanted.)

Noctis is murderously possessive of Prompto. The fact that Prompto doesn't have anyone besides Noctis makes it worse - he doesn't have to learn how to tolerate other people making claims on Prompto's attention.

In canon, Prompto is at least casually familiar with Ignis and Gladio before the road trip. Here, the only reason they believe Prompto actually exists is the crownsguard had to do a background check for security.

Anon Ask: What happens when people find out?

The boys get more careless as time goes on. Noctis decided to hide the situation at first both because of Prompto's insecurities, and because of the intuitive sense that the new convent between them was new enough to be broken.

The crownsguard, Clarus, his father - the entire apparatus of the citadel - would demand Prompto be investigated. Interrogated, tested, put under surveillance. Kept away from Noctis while they judged his worth. For 'their own good'.

They wouldn't be able to feel it, like Noctis can. The depths of Prompto's loyalty, and the breadth of the cruelties endured.

Prompto isn't a danger to Noctis, but he could be a danger to himself, if he thought Noctis didn't want him.

Prompto heals, over the years and under Noctis' protection. The secrecy becomes less important. So when the day comes that Noctis has to choose between taking Drautos down before the man covered up his crimes, or keeping their connection hidden - he chooses to put the traitor down.

People had suspicions before that, of course. But Prompto was a civilian kid - no one even considered he could survive making a covenant with the prince. And nobody else in the prince's circle had sworn that deep an oath.

People were watching for warning signs the prince was slipping. But Noctis had been fifteen, kneeling besides a dead body while his best friend trembled and shook apart. He didn't slip. He'd jumped.

And now the Prince was four years deep into the most dangerous instincts of his line, bound to and binding close a killer loyal only to him.

(Noctis draws a blade on them when the crownsguard tries to pull him away from Prompto.)

Anon Ask: How did they swear their oath?

To explain that, I have to go into some worldbuilding background.

So! Let’s talk about the crystal. Specifically, the fact that nobody, least of all Bahamut, knows how the fuck it works. In this verse, the prophecy is more of an 'oh fuck please let this work' prayer to the universe than a confident declaration. The astrals didn’t exactly get advanced warning when the fucking sun went out and everything started turning into daemons.

The secret of the Lucis Caelum line is that the crystal is a magical jury-rigged hell-kludge. It works because nobody fucking touch it. Bahamut needed to empower his healer-savior, and he didn’t have time to do it neatly. He took the biggest, shiniest chunk of magically-resonant stone he could find; shoved all the natural magic he could beg, borrow, or steal into it; added every bit of his own magic he could spare; broke off a chunk and made that into the ring; magically welded the whole mess to the Lucis Caelum line; and then crawled inside it and collapsed.

(Bahamut honestly intended for Ardyn to be the prophesied king. He underestimated how much power it would take to permanently cure the star-scourge, and then Ardyn started turning into a demon, at which point Bahamut started improvising wildly.

The crystal stores magic, so maybe it just needs a few years to charge. A few decades? . . . Centuries? Look, he thought he was locking Ardyn in a cave for a few years to keep his favorite weirdo human alive till he could fix things, and it kind of - spiraled. Not that Bahamut is ever going to admit that. The only reason things haven't gone off the rails even more is because people believe there's a plan.)

One problem: Magic is kind of like gravity - the more there is, the stronger the pull. It’s really not a good idea to have that much magic in one place. Nor is it a great idea to leave it in a huge, high-population density city, where the emotions and passions of the hundreds of thousands of people living there can be absorbed. Or to give it a direct link to the hearts and minds of a group of very stressed-out rulers.

…The LC line has been fucked for a long, long time. You have to keep an eye on them. Because human brains – especially young, developing brains – are soft and squishy. The LC go weird sometimes, with the crystal in their heads. (Hence ‘going feral’.) Its the job of shields/advisors/other normal humans to spot the triggers and the warning signs, and pull them back from the edge.

The crystal is not safe and it is not kind, and it will eat you alive if you are not suited to it.

The oath of a shield is a specific, structured thing. All official oaths are. Oaths are essentially magical contracts, laying out what is promised and what can be asked. Designed to protect the ones swearing from being pulled into a LC’s fall, and from the crystal itself.

The covenant Prompto and Noctis made was not one of those oaths. Prompto gave everything to Noctis, without conditions or exceptions. He put his soul in Noctis’ hands. If a formal oath is like tying two ropes together, then the covenant is unweaving ends and splicing them into one. It was reckless and dangerous and incredibly ill-advised. If anything had gone wrong, they both could have died, Prompto overwhelmed by the crystal, and Noctis being pulled down with him.

Instead, Insomnia gets a feral prince and his pet killer who is also the prince's voice of morality. Honestly, they're so lucky Prompto is so aware of the harm he could do, and so averse to causing it unnecessarily. Noctis' primary form of restraint these days is 'would it make Prom sad?'

Anon Ask: What was everyone's reaction when it became clear that Noctis took a swan-dive off the cliffs of sanity years ago?

It would almost be funny, if it wasn't Prompto they were eyeing. Skinny blonde teenager, five foot six and a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet – and half the crownsguard was watching him like he was a rabid behemoth.

Noctis glared, and pulled Prompto closer to his side.

The Glaive, being mostly immigrants/refugees, and also rarely around the prince, have no fucking clue what's going on. Drautos is dead. Drautos was a traitor? The prince's friend executed him in the middle of a citadel courtyard? WTF?

Prompto, meanwhile, is kind of out of it. I think he tends to crash after killing humans and the danger is over. Just – drops. Out of it, kind of shivery, kind of floaty. Noctis gets his mother hen on when Prompto drops.

Which the guard is really thankful for. It means murder-prince and the poor dumb bastard he sucked in can be herded off into a quiet room while everyone else freaks the fuck out. The citadel goes into lockdown, half the city is convinced there was a terrorist attack, most of the guard wishes that were true, that would be so much easier to handle than a feral royal.

Regis, Gladio, Ignis, Cor, and Clarusall end up huddled in a conference room.

“Prince Noctis is . . . under the effects of the crystal's mental effects,” Ignis pronounces carefully, sounding the words out like that might make them more comprehensible. “And Prompto Argentum is in black with him. You're sure?”

“I am afraid so,” Regis says, face grim. “On both counts.”

Clarus pulled up the footage from the relevant security camera on a tablet, and passed it to Ignis. “See this, here? Argentum has access to the prince's armiger. It took him less than a second to summon a weapon – he's deep under, or he's been under for a long time.”

“Or both,” Cor added.

“Damn.” Gladio crossed his arms. “How did we miss this? Noct hasn't been pushing any harder during training. Hasn't had any rages either. What about you, Iggy?”

“... Nothing recent. After he became friends with Argentum, his highness became more interested in laws which would effect his new friend. Subsidized housing, immigrant rights, other similar areas.” Ignis sighed. “I would likely be the last to know, in any case. I was still considered a potential trigger the last time the crownsguard reviewed my security clearance.”

That draws a suppressed huff of amusement from Cor. “You were twelve, and decided you needed to know how to murder people with knives. Lucis Caelum tend to appreciate that a little too much.”

“I have been informed of that, yes.”

[zeroth-writes]

Healing Red -Noctis Lucis Caelum-

masterlist | request

Prompt: i have a request bout noct where the reader is a white magician, however her powers turn red n strong when shes angry or sad (like scarlet witch), that happens sumtimes and then, when noct is in great danger, she cant control it and unleashes a massive amount of power and saves him, the rest is up to u :)

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum / Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 900 A/N: I haven’t seen the wandavision series or anything else besides the main marvel movies, so the beginning scene is kinda ‘inspired’ from the age of ultron movie.

For a split second, your heart stopped. In front of you was Noctis, lying face down in the dirt. A Yojimbo stood over him. His sword raised far over and behind his head, ready to strike the fallen prince.

Your muscles exhausted from the endless battle. All attempts to stand quickly halted. Either by an enemy striking you or your own body giving out.

You glance up just in time to see the deamons sword begin it’s long decent down. From your position on the ground your arm reaches forward, hoping to summon a barrier or something protective. 

Yet nothing happened.

Your body ached with each movement you made. Even the attempt to use magic drained all the energy you had.

With your last bit of strength you managed to pull yourself up to your knees. Head hung low, long panicked breaths. With one final burst of energy, you let out a scream.

Nothing else could be heard over the loud screech released from your mouth. Around you the enemies begin to fall. Their weapons and armor hitting the ground with a loud clank of metal slamming against various materials and objects.

Once the noise you were creating stopped, Everything went dark.

♡♡♡♡♡

For what felt like hours, you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. Drifting into the darkness only to feel yourself constantly being moved. Body carried in someone arms, resting on a leather seat, gently placed on a soft sofa.

Slowly you begin to wake up. The silent void replaced with distant. Voices became clearer as words started to connect. You were able to recognize the tones and place them to a person. Ignis.

“I’m not sure on their situation. They’ve been out since we found them.” For a minute he was silent before speaking again. “Yes. I’ll keep you updated, Goodbye.”

Your heart almost broke at the sad tone within his voice. The royal retainer let out a long sigh, likely pinching the bridge of his nose. Before anymore could be said the sound of a door opening came.

“Any updates?” Ignis asked the new person. “Nope, I’m guessing nothing from you.” A deep voice answered. “They haven’t made a peep since we got them here. Prompto has yet to return.”

A creak filled the room before footsteps became louder then stopped in front of you. A hand found itself on your head while a voice softly whispered to you.

You stir slightly at the contact, causing the person touching you to jump back.

“Y/n” Ignis spoke half worried and half excited. Slowly you begin to open your eyes as they adjust to the bright light surrounding you.

In front of you stood 2 different men, both looking with different expressions. Ignis stood worried as he was unaware of how you were feeling while Gladio was excited with a small smirk resting on his bearded face.

“Glad to see you awake”

Gladio spoke first while moving to sit next to you while Ignis began hounding you with various questions.

A loud gasp caught all of you attention. Turning toward the doorway a smile similar to before spreads across your face. Standing by the opening, still in his winter coat, stood Prompto. Tears filled his eyes as he rushes to you with open arms.

“Does that mean Noct is also awake?” He whispered

You quickly pulled away with a worried and shocked expression. Even though you’ve only been awake for a few minuets, you failed to worry about the missing person.

“What wrong with Noc?” You questioned looking in everyone’s direction for an answer. Simultaneously everyone glanced toward the closed door.

As you walked toward it, reasons began to spill out

“He never woke up. We found the both of you alone in a field. He had wounds all over him. You, not so much but still unconscious.”

You closed your eyes and remembered back to that night. 

You and Noctis surrounded by enemies. You defeat one and two more materialize in its place. Before you knew it, you were completely swarmed. Everywhere you look was covered by the unmistakable purple haze of a deamon. 

While they weren’t attacked you physically. The magic usage itself was tiring enough to make it difficult to stand on your own.

Soon you fall to your knees in exhaustion, causing all but a handful of enemies to turn their attention towards Noctis - who is just as exhausted as you.

As the hoard of enemies begin to clear away from the prince, you glance up to see the damage only to see him lying on the ground.

Your eyes snap open at the memory of your power blast filling your head. Your heart begins to ache once you realize, you did this to him. Not only did you kill the the enemies, you also hurt the one you were trying to protect and save.

In a rush, you hurl yourself on the floor to kneel in front of the sleeping prince. You hand clasps around his. The other stood back with a confused look resting on their faces at your sudden outburst.

That shocked turned to amazement as both your hands and his begin to glow and red hue. Silent filled the room as everyone observed your actions from a distance.

The long silent finally lifted as a long groan filled the room as Noctis sat up rubbing his head.

[weregreatatcrime]

OH MAN LMAO I forgot chocoboy fic is actually 16k in my Google doc and I'm not to the best parts yet

Need to finish Noctis’s chapter so yall can see happy fun children playing and bonding. Before I make it Sad.

What has been written

Noctis and Prompto being BESTIES

The star appearance of Burrito the chocobo!

Noctis being. Sad in a little kid way about some things and focusing that sadness into loving his new baby friend Burrito

Noct meets Dromornis who dropped by to say "yo whaddup ur cool as hell bye boys"

Ignis and Noctis bonding

Gladio being grounded from petting baby chocobos

Prompto confusing everyone

To be written

Noctis and Prompto being penpals

Noctis not seeing Prompto for yearssssss because of Canon events

Finally go on road trip to Altissia and goes to stop by and see his childhood friend again and OH NO HE'S HOT IGGY GLADIO WHAT DO I DO

Prompto, hauling ass after the boys: WAIT TAKE ME WITH YOU

Gladio: and what can you do

Prompto: I can shoot things and kick things REALLY hard! :D *transforms into a chocobo and backwards kicks an MT across the horizon* I also wash dishes and don't complain about sleeping outside!

Iggy: Shit, I'm down

Gladio: K cool ig

Undecided if polyship road trip or promptis. Want all. Why can't I ship everything at the same time why must I have to pick specific ships when writing fic

At least one occurrence of Loqi showing up and going on a monolog only to be interrupted by being jumped on by a giant chocobo

Prompto having to explain to the guys that he's sort of a demigod but it's not that big of a deal really

[lioma-gaming]

Noctis: "What're you doing here? Didn't you say you had no interest climbing down 'this filthy hole'?" Ardyn: "Oh, I did and I still do. But then where would you be without my guidance? I suppose someone will have to drag your sorry remains back to the surface when things turn sour, and from what I've seen, you are entirely incapable of staying out of trouble." Gladio: *smirks* "Will you look at that. He cares." Ignis: "Hardly. I suspect it's rather his personal investment in our endeavour that he worries about." Ardyn: "Your Royal advisor's observation is as astute as always. But then again, does it truly matter why I've come to help you?" Noctis: "Yea. Yea it does." Gladio: "A lot."

So, I tried bringing Ardyn with me into the Crestholm Channels dungeon, which didn't work at first, I guess because he doesn't have an animation for climbing ladders. But, once I've walked far enough away from the entrance, he just shadowstepped teleported after Noctis & Co.

Learned a couple of things about this supposedly broken party member:

Ardyn can take damage, but won't enter Danger state or drop dead. HP and Max HP recover at a normal pace.

It's not possible to use items on him, as he doesn't pop up in the selection.

He uses different walking animations when exploring a dungeon, just like the Chocobros. Also wears a more tense look.

It's possible to equip swords in Ardyn's primary and secondary weapon slot, but he can't use them or attack in general. He does, however, rush at enemies from time to time so his battle AI might not be entirely broken. Would love to have given him the Mutant Rakshasa Blade, but since it's a great sword, it's not part of the "sword" selection.

He ended up getting stuck on the ledge when I dropped down to fight the Nagarani (which is a pity, because I have yet to find out if he can suffer status ailments) and I chose to teleport out of the dungeon because frankly, I've gotten lost way too many times in Crestholm Channels in my previous playthroughs.

Will try the Bavlouve Mines with him, though!

Also, love Prompto's dungeon commentary. <3