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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 7 months ago

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Reunions: Older!Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Reunion sex, Noctis lives, vaginal fingering, soft sex

You stumbled into the room, nearly tripping over your wobbling heels and the long petticoat and skirt. Whipping your head around, you swallowed thickly as you watched Noctis shut the door behind him, turning the heavy lock until it clicked in place before turning to meet your gaze. His ocean blue eyes were dark, glazed over with lust, pupils blown so wide that they nearly swallowed those beautiful irises of his.

You couldn’t help but feel excited. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering, you swore you could hear them. Your heart was beating against your chest, your brain was running in a maze of fog.

The music was still raging on behind that door that Noctis blocked with his body, you both could hear the orchestra clashing and playing beautifully for the dancing crowd from where Noctis had pulled you out of. In a crowd as thick as that one, everyone dancing and laughing and drinking in celebration that the king is back, he could still pick you out of the group with such ease.

Even after all of these years, the passion you both had for each other had yet to settle, only growing like a sylleblossom bush.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” Noctis broke the tense silence in the room first. His eyes were trained on you, practically undressing you. He hadn’t seen you since Lestallum over ten years ago; In his eyes, you really didn’t change at all - you were still as beautiful as ever. “Gladio, Ignis, Prompto?”

“I almost didn’t come, if I’m being honest.” Saying those words hurt your heart, dulling the butterfly tingling sensations in your gut just a bit. You saw the look of carnal hunger soften quickly in Noctis’ eyes, dark eyebrows pinching together. “I thought you wouldn’t have remembered-”

“I did,” he cut you off. “I still do. I remember everything.” Noctis took a few steps forward towards you, with every step he took it made your heart beat loud in your ears like a tightened drum. Even as he stood before you, you still felt like a giddy school girl. “Of course, I remember you. It’s impossible to forget someone like you, I could never forget.”

You felt tears stinging at the back of your eyes like glass shards. Your throat tightened up and your chest had started to ache. Just the look of worry overtaking Noctis’ face was enough to make your heart start to break.

Even though you both hadn’t seen each other in ten years, he was still as handsome as ever. He still had those dazzling eyes that rivaled royal jewelry, he still had those boyish good looks that aged like fine wine, and he still had those tender moments that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. Even while standing before you, you knew exactly what you both wanted to do.

Noctis had reached a hand out, carefully taking your hand in his. He glanced down as he carded his fingers with yours, locking your hands together. He missed this. He missed you; So much that it fucking hurt. It was almost like it wasn’t real at first. Even with your skin pressed against his, it almost felt too real to even be real. Even as you’re standing before him, your warm flesh touching his, your perfume in his nose, your voice in his ears, he almost believed it all to be lies.

Noctis reached his other hand up, brushing his knuckles against your face, moving the stray hairs out of your face allowing him to see how well you’ve aged. His hand rested on your jaw, his thumb on your chin as he tilted your head up to really look him in the eye. He felt his chest starting to tighten with emotions digging up the past ten years he’d spent all alone.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” he murmured.

The emotional dams had broken on both sides as tears started to fall. Your hands had grabbed onto Noctis’ coat, dragging him in as close as your bodies would allow as he connected your lips in a desperate kiss. His hand that was now empty grabbed onto your back, fingers tangling with your hair and pressed your head as close to his as he could. You both moaned into the kiss, the taste of salt slipping in from where your tears had met your lips. You grabbed at more of his coat, nearly tearing apart the expensive material from just how tightly you’d been holding it when you both had started to move before you even realized what was actually going on.

Your feet moved backwards, the two of you stumbling around the room until your ass had struck a lounge chair. You both tumbled down, your back landing against the stiff padding while Noctis braced himself on top of you, the kiss breaking for just a moment as you both looked at each other stunned.

“Noctis,” you whimpered. Your body felt like it was on fire, like you were a diseased woman and the only cure was the king now propped up above you. “I missed you, I need you.”

His hands snatched at the damned petticoats you had under that dress of yours - Astrals, you looked so radiant in this dress, Noctis almost didn’t want to remove it - and bunched them up at your waist. You eagerly grabbed onto them, helping him lift up your skirt at the same time, pooling everything just under your breasts. You shivered as Noctis’ hands gently caress your thighs, the once familiar feeling of his cool hands on your warm skin brought back such great memories. He hesitated, fingers curling up instead of re-exploring lands he’s ventured across before, and looked up at you with those beautiful eyes of his.

“Can I?” he asked in such a small voice, you barely heard it over the music still going on in the ballroom outside.

Your mouth had gone dry so you nodded quickly, swallowing thickly as your body hummed in excitement.

“Please,” you managed to croak out.

His slender fingers wrapped around the hemline of your panties which were starting to get wet before he slowly dragged them down your parted legs and eventually off of your person. Noctis hummed softly, his fingers were cool to the touch when they slowly stroked at your pussy. His fingertips slipped between your folds as if they were rose petals, soft and delicate and seemingly dripping with honey he so desperately wanted to taste. You sighed contently, sparks connecting in your nerves like long awaited surges of power, your eyes fluttered shut as you struggled to take in full breaths. You swore you would cum just from Noctis carefully fingering you alone. He slipped in another finger, both digits teasing at your slick entrance before delving in like they did once upon a time. He remembered how you felt, how you tasted, he swore he could already taste it without his tongue even touching you. He curled his fingers inside of you, drawing out a high-pitched whine from your throat as your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head.

Noctis withdrew his fingers after another moment, mesmerized by the slick that coated his two fingers before licking your sweet nectar right off of them. Your eyes connected once more, you could see the carnal intentions bubbling to the surface once again in those galactic blues.

“You taste just as sweet as I remember, too.”

You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your face, turning your head away as your face felt flushed from how sweet and how soft Noctis was being with you right now. You knew what he wanted to do to you, hell, you wanted him to do it too! But he’s taking his time, he wants to take his time.

His hands had started on his belt, fingers unlatching the silver clasp and unweaving the expensive black leather from the loops of his dress pants before dropping it to the floor with your wet panties. His fingers quickly fumbled with the front of his pants, undoing the buttons and peeling down the zipper to show off the erection that Noctis had been hiding under his clothing shockingly well. Your eyes widened at the sight of the bulge, your cunt cried for it.

Noctis slipped himself out of his underwear, fingers wrapping around his shaft and head and pumping his cock once, twice, three times before he guided it across your dripping pussy. You whimpered as you felt it tap at your passage, wincing at the painful stretch and quickly sighing at the overwhelming pleasure that filled your core without a second thought.

Noctis groaned loudly above you, his hands flying to your hips to steady himself, his hair falling in front of his face.

It was a good thing that the orchestra outside was still raging on and the crowd had still yet to notice that he had long since slipped out.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #noctis caelum #noctis x reader #noctis caelum x reader

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thisfairytalegonebad · 3 months ago

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"Don't worry about me." - Prompto & Ignis, road trip

Prompt #31 of the Love List.

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

It’s raining. Though, perhaps raining is a bit of an exaggeration – in truth, it’s more of a light drizzle. Nothing compared to the absolute deluge they’ve had to deal with the past few days – perhaps the weather is finally improving.

Either way, Ignis grabs an umbrella before he steps out of the caravan.

He doesn’t have to search long for the familiar tuft of blond hair, blending in quite nicely with the birds. Right now, it lies flat from the rain rather than sticking up in all directions like it usually does.

Ignis isn’t moving particularly quietly, but Prompto still startles when he comes to stand next to him, umbrella angled so that it covers both their heads.

“Iggy!” he yelps, clutching at his chest in a very dramatic motion. “Don’t just sneak up on me like that, man!”

The bird he’s been petting squawks in protest, bumping its head against Prompto’s shoulder and making him stumble.

“Sorry, girl,” Prompto coos immediately, quickly resuming the scritches beneath the chocobo’s chin. “Whatcha doing out here? I mean, not that I want you gone, but you sounded pretty excited about the idea of warm beds and, y’know, being dry."

“I could ask you the same thing,” Ignis counters. “I simply came to make sure you were alright.”

Prompto glances at him but looks away again just as quickly. “Oh. I’m fine, just spending some quality time with Queenie here. Gotta enjoy it while it lasts, right?”

Queenie, clearly enjoying the attention, leans into the touch, which in turn makes Prompto laugh.

Encouraged by her reaction, Ignis reaches out as well, gently running his hand over her wing. The sensation of wet feathers against his bare palm is… not all that pleasant, but the chocobo lets out a delighted sound and seems very pleased with all the pets she is receiving.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Ignis says, offering Prompto a smile. “We’ve all been having a rough time lately, and I’ve been meaning to ask if you were doing alright – offer a listening ear, should you wish for it.”

The fall of Insomnia still weighs heavy on all of them, though most of their collective efforts have revolved around helping Noctis deal with the grief of losing his father as well as reuniting Gladio with his sister as soon as possible.

Between Noctis’ listlessness and Gladio’s anger simmering just below the surface, it was easy to forget that Prompto most likely lost people too. Of course, that’s not an excuse at all and Ignis is quite frankly ashamed that he did not think to inquire about Prompto’s well-being any sooner.

Prompto eyes him with something akin to surprise. It stings a little, that Ignis checking up on him is something that elicits bewilderment, though he supposes it’s not entirely undeserved with how long it has taken him to actually do so.

“Me?” Prompto says, too quickly. “Yeah, of course, I’m fine. I mean, sure, it’s been rough, but I’m okay. Really. Don’t worry about me.”

It would be easy to leave it at that. Prompto is offering him an easy way out, a chance to drop the conversation and still feel like he has done his part by asking in the first place. Ignis and Prompto aren’t as close as Noctis and Prompto or himself and Gladio, but he does like to think that they are at the very least friends.

But there is something about Prompto’s statement that leaves Ignis incapable of dropping the issue, even if he wanted to.

Don’t worry about me.

But then if he doesn’t, Ignis wonders, who will?

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping,” he starts carefully. “But… have you been able to contact your parents at all?”

Prompto stills beside him. His hand remains in the chocobo’s feather’s, clutching at the soft down.

“I, uh. I tried calling them a few times. Texted, too, but those never went through. I haven’t actually heard anything from them since…”

The words, though not unexpected, make Ignis’ heart clench. Of course, in the first few days after the attack, people would have been hard to contact due to a combination of power outages and overloaded phone lines.

But Ignis has sat in on meetings regarding the city’s emergency protocols enough times to know that there are steps to be taken in the event of a disaster that have communication up and running within less than a week. By now, anyone still in the city should be contactable by phone once more.

If Prompto is still unable to reach his parents, then…

“I’m sorry,” Ignis offers softly.

“Thanks, uh, I mean. It’s fine, really,” Prompto says with forced nonchalance. He’s not looking at Ignis, instead staring straight ahead at Queenie who has started to shift impatiently beneath Prompto’s still hand.

Ignis frowns. In the years that he’s known Prompto, he’s long since learnt that the boy is startlingly good at hiding his distress. But Ignis likes to think that he’s getting somewhat skilled at reading Prompto’s true emotions even if he tries to conceal them.

This feels different, somehow.

“Prompto, it’s alright to be upset,” he presses gently.

“But that’s exactly the problem – I’m not!” Prompto blurts, then immediately blanches once he realises what he’s said.

“No?”

“No! At least… well, I’m sad, sure, but I’m not devastated the way a guy who just lost his parents should be!”

As soon as the words spill from Prompto’s lips, he claps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and startled. It’s clear he didn’t actually mean to say any of it, but Ignis is glad that he did.

“I see,” he says, keeping his tone neutral and deliberately free of judgment.

“You– You’re just gonna accept that? That’s not normal,” Prompto insists. He sounds frustrated and upset, like he expects something from Ignis that he is not going to give. An accusation, perhaps, or being told that he should be ashamed of himself.

Wiping his hand – still wet from the chocobo’s feathers, gods, he wishes his gloves hadn’t been so thoroughly soaked by the rain – on his pants, Ignis lays gentle fingers on Prompto’s back.

“I might be wrong, but I believe you may have already grieved your parents long before Insomnia fell. In your own way.”

Prompto twitches but doesn’t shy away from the touch. If anything, he seems to unconsciously lean into it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ignis sighs. This isn’t the conversation he thought they were going to have when he stepped out of the caravan, but they are going to have it if it helps Prompto feel better about himself.

“You know that Noctis spent some time in Tenebrae as a child after he was attacked, yes? And that Tenebrae was invaded while he was still there?”

Prompto nods, brows furrowed. “Yeah?”

“When the news of the invasion reached Insomnia, I absolutely lost my mind,” Ignis admits. The memory is not a fond one, but Prompto deserves to learn of it more than anyone else, at least if Ignis’ hunch is correct. “I was beside myself with worry about Noct – my uncle dragged me to the doctors to have me sedated because I wouldn’t stop crying.”

Even after all these years, it’s hard to forget the terror he felt in the days after the invasion. Remembering it now is almost too painful to bear, but Prompto is visibly puzzled, so Ignis keeps talking.

“He thought I was concerned for my parents who lived in Tenebrae at the time, but… the thought that they may have been affected or even killed in the invasion hadn’t even occurred to me. All I could think of was Noct, and I had not spared a single thought to my parents.”

No one but Ignis’ uncle knows – knew – about this. It’s a story he hasn’t told to anyone, not to Gladio, certainly not to Noct. To share it now, after all these years, is both terrifying and liberating at the same time.

“My uncle was concerned about my… lack of fear for my parents’ safety, as well as my general mental state after learning of the news, so he had me attend therapy sessions for a while. My therapist at the time theorized that the potential loss of my parents didn’t register the way my uncle expected it because I had already grieved them a long time ago – back when they sent me to Lucis and then failed to keep up contact.”

He pauses, debating his next words but ultimately deciding that it hardly matters now – he's already shared so much, he might as well go all the way. “They were still very much alive when I’d grieved them, but they may very well have been dead to me.”

Prompto looks a little horrified now, so Ignis offers him a reassuring smile. “It’s alright. It’s an old wound, long since scarred over. My parents eventually turned out to be alive – they’d managed to flee Tenebrae and resided in Lucis afterwards, but nothing much changed. I’ve not spoken to them in years.”

“I’m sorry, Iggy,” Prompto says quietly. “That’s terrible.”

“It’s in the past now,” Ignis promises. “But the reason why I share this story with you is because I believe you may be experiencing something similar. I’m not privy to the details of your familial situation, but I have put some things together over the years I’ve known you.”

Prompto was always secretive about his home life and Ignis never pried – instead, he opted to make sure the boy was fed and cared for in the most inconspicuous way he could manage. But now, Ignis can’t help but wonder how deep those wounds Prompto’s parents inflicted truly ran.

“I’m not… I don’t hate them,” Prompto insists. “They weren’t horrible to me or anything, they just… weren’t there. I guess they felt more like strangers than like parents.”

He sighs, sounding weary and worn out. “Maybe I was kind of done with them before Insomnia fell. I don’t know. It feels wrong to not be upset the way I should be.”

“It’s entirely possible that grief will catch up with you at a later time, once our situation calms down a little and you’ve got more time to process,” Ignis tells him. “But if it doesn’t, that’s alright too. You needn’t feel guilt over it.”

Prompto doesn’t look convinced but doesn’t argue. He remains silent, lost in thought for a long while before he speaks again.

“I think I’m gonna have to think about this for a little bit. Sleep on it, maybe.” The look he gives Ignis is almost apologetic. “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Ignis says without hesitation. “Take however long you need. Just know that the offer for a listening ear still stands, should you wish for it.”

Prompto smiles, although shakily, and his next words come out a little choked. “Thanks, Iggy. Really. And, uh, the same goes for you, yeah?”

“I appreciate it,” Ignis says, finding that he really means it, too. “Now, would you mind terribly if we headed back to the caravan? It wouldn’t do for you to get sick.”

With a sigh, Prompto gives Queenie a final pat on the neck. “Sorry, girl. I don’t have fluffy feathers to keep me warm, so I gotta go now. I’ll stop by in the morning, though.”

Then, he steps closer to Ignis so they both fit under the umbrella.

“Okay, let’s go back.”

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Based on the "100 ways to say I Love You" list. Read the entire project here.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #thisfairytalegonebad's writing #hsdfhadfadj i said it before but yikes dude at this rate we're still gonna be here in 50 years #i've been working on this project for five years and we're STILL only 1/3 of the day

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vee-beeee · 1 year ago

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Games

HIII

Another short fluffy and crack one one for yallll, because Im trying not to write 3 million words LOL

If you know what video this is from, you are a certified hood banger

Premise: The boys are a littleeee competitive

just a tad

but so are you

Warnings: anger, swearing maybe, big baby rage mad boys, poor gladio

Chocobros x reader

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"UNO"

"Prompto, I swear to god, if you win again ill kill you"

"I'm joining in on that"

"Anything for his majesty"

Sooooo you were currently sitting at a picnic table, cards in hand, watching 3 angry men stare down a VERY scared Prom. The poor guy chuckled and shied away from the group while Noctis silently took his turn, slapping down a card as he continued to glare at the blonde. Ignis took his turn and as always, he took 5 minutes to analyze his cards. You bit the inside of your cheek, and looked down at your own cards, feeling a little bad for Prompto. But he had won 3 times already, so that made any guilt you felt fade away. This was war.

As you scanned your cards you found a pretty deadly one in the mix. Should you do it?

Should you play a +4 on Gladio when he only had 2 cards left?

He might actually strangle you, nobody would be able save you.

Oh well. You will die a peaceful death, suffocating in his bicep.

Your turn

"NO WHY" Gladio yelled out from next to you when he saw the card you gently threw into the pile, making you cringe away from the burly man. Noctis burst into laughter, and Ignis joined in silent chuckles when he saw the card.

"Y/n, baby, why would you do this too me??" you closed your eyes and sighed, slowly facing the man. You cracked one peeper open to see that he looked SO depressed, his shoulders were hunched and he was grumbling as he grabbed the extra cards. Feeling bad, you brushed your arm against his and gently leaned up to kiss his cheek. He just glared at you, and continued pouting.

Gladio finished taking all the cards, and soon it was Prompto's turn. Everyone waited with bated breathe as he sighed a reluctantly took one more card. Cue everyone cheering.

Prompto looked like a kicked puppy, so you leaned over to him to give him some encouragement. Kinda

"Just remember, you've won 2 times already" you winked and pulled yourself back to your original position as Prom reddened, and gave you a small smile. You returned it, and the game continued.

Finally, it was your turn once again. You turned to Gladio and saw him intensely staring at your cards, almost like he was scared of what was going to happen. You smirked to yourself and put down a regular red card, and you watched Gladio's body sag with relief. He exhaled and put down a green card (same number) without thinking twice.

And then everyone turned to Prompto, who sheepishly drew another card.

And then another.

This went on for a WHILE

Prompto started screaming about how he "doesn't have a green" and your party started wheezing with laughter at the poor blonde.

Finally he managed to pull one.

Prom let out a relieved groan as he set down a green nine. He looked down at his massive amount of cards he accumulated and you counted that he had 10. You gave him a sad smile, and he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

By Ignis telling Noct "not to do it"

You looked over and saw the prince shaking with laughter, as Ignis (having seen the card being shown to him) was desperately telling Noct not to do something.

And then he put down a green reverse card.

And Prompto almost burst into tears. He cried out one final "I DONT HAVE A GREEN" while Noctis fell backwards with laughter. You looked around the group, and mentally took a picture of everyone.

Promptos look of absolute betrayal, Gladio holding on to his stomach and wheezing, and Ignis with his head in his hands.

And of course, Noctis on the ground.

You leaned your face in your hands that were resting on the table and chuckled, and slightly kicked the giggling prince who was rolling under the table.

You loved game night.

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Just a lil short one :D

I rewatched this uno video and I love it so much lol

HOPE YOU ENJOYED READINGG

#ffxv gladiolus #ffxv noctis #ffxv prompto #ffxv #ff15 #ffxv x reader #ffxv ignis

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weregreatatcrime · 2 months ago

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Fof au Gladio is the big brother to three unruly children and yes, Ignis counts, and Ignis tries to be well behaved but is not doing very good at it. Gladio asked him to grab firewood and he came back with green logs. You can't be MAD at Iggy for sucking at wilderness shit but Gladio is sure fuckin tired

He's also the most combat trained. Amicitias start holding practice swords almost as soon as they can walk. He's been fighting since childhood. This is a LITTLE more than he should be expected to do but he's rising to the challenge. Cor's been training him extra hard. Gladio is doing SO GOOD

Cor meanwhile is panicking because who let HIM join the military at 13. Gladiolus at 14 looks older than Cor did at 13 and Cor is PANICKING because he doesn't want these kids to fight. He doesn't have a CHOICE, he has to teach a 14, 13, 10, and potentially 9 year old kid how to fight and kill robots and monsters and daemons. Who the FUCK saw Cor at 13 and allowed this.

His ONLY consolation is that at least Prompto doesn't actively run into battle, he just runs and hides and shoots things from the sidelines.

And then Noctis gets in danger ONCE and before Cor or Gladiolus can do shit about it Prompto is fucking LAUNCHING HIS WAY across the field to physically tackle something with all his 40lbs of boney limbs and Cor has about ten different heart attacks before everything resolves itself perfectly fine somehow. Prompto is so smug and happy to have protected his Best Friend. Noctis thinks he's the COOLEST. Ignis is glad Noct has such a good friend! :) Gladio is mildly aware little kids shouldn't do that but also that was kinda cool as shit lil man. Cor wants to wrap these children in bubble wrap. Somewhere, Regis is laughing at him

#my stuff #father of four au #cor leonis #gladiolus amicitia #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #final fantasy xv #ffxv

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whumperofworlds · 20 days ago

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Whumptober 2024 Day 24: Under Rubble

Now on AO3!

TAGS: @gala1981 @whumptober-archive @crash-bump-bring-the-whump @rebelxwriter @expressionless-fr

@fourwingedsnake @whumble-beeee @whumpninja @kingxlinkwrites (let me know if you wanna be added or removed!)

CWs: bombing, trapped under rubble, blood, unconscious, self sacrifice, male whumpee, male caretaker, whumpee x caretaker, Alternate Ending AU (because fuuuuuck that FFXV ending), death mention

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

A/N: I don't own anything in this. Everything belongs to Square Enix.

ENJOY!!!

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Collapsed building / Equipment failure / "I never knew daylight could be so violent."

Noctis was so bored out of his mind, he nearly fell asleep during the meeting. However, he forced himself awake by shaking his head when he nearly fell asleep, blinking his eyes.

The man and Ignis were still droning on and on about this politic and that, and while Noctis knew he had his duty as a king, he still couldn't help but feel bored. However, after everything that had happened ten years ago, he felt he should do his duty instead of messing around like he used to.

Occasionally, Noctis piped up to suggest some ideas, but beside that, he let Ignis do most of the talking. He wasn't used to these types of things. He was glad that Ignis, Gladio, and his husband, Prompto, were there to help him if needed.

He felt Prompto squeeze his hand slightly, and Noctis jerked awake again, blinking his eyes before turning to his beloved. Prompto smiled, before whispering, "Still sleepy after all these years?"

"Yeah…" Noctis yawned with a shrug, "I'm doing what I can to do what I need to do, but ugh… even now, meetings are so boring."

"Sometimes you have to do what you need to do," Prompto pointed out, "You're doing great, Noct."

Noctis quirked a smile at this. Prompto, for years, had been so supportive of the king, and he was lucky to marry someone like him. The two had been close for years, and their love for each other grew ever since the sun returned.

Ignis and the man appeared to have made an agreement, and they shook hands. Noctis sighed internally. Finally. The meeting was finally over—

BOOM

The building shook then, and Gladio, Ignis, and the man nearly fell on the ground. Noctis and Prompto jumped from their seats as they try to steady themselves from the sudden earthquake. Noctis' ears rang as his heart pounded in his chest. What was that? An earthquake? But there was no newscast regarding natural disasters. What was going on?

"Someone blew a bomb in the building!" All five of them heard a voice scream from a distance, "Evacuate! The building is going to collapse!"

The man bolted for the door and disappeared, never to be seen again. Gladio immediately took Ignis' hand and yelled out to the other two, "C'mon!"

Noctis and Prompto didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing each other's hands, they followed Gladio and Ignis out of the room, as the ceiling began to collapse above them. Noctis could hear screaming around him as people fled the scene; at the corner of his eye he could see a small fire engulfing a nearby staircase.

"Keep running!" Gladio yelled, and Noctis realized that he and Ignis were further ahead. Noctis hurried faster with Prompto not far behind him.

The black haired man coughed as smoke entered his lungs, and he felt small bits of debris falling on his head. Prompto was also coughing from the smoke, but the two continued to run towards the emergency exit. Gladio and Ignis were already there, waving at the two to hurry, that the building would collapse any minute.

Just a little more. Then we're—

He heard a gasp of surprise behind him, and he felt Prompto's hand slip from Noctis'. Noctis turned and realized that his beloved tripped on a piece of debris.

"Prom!" Noctis cried, running back to help his husband up, despite Gladio and Ignis yelling out to keep running. He was not going to leave Prompto behind. Not like this.

He helped Prompto back on his feet, failing to notice the roof collapsing around them. By the time he realized this, it was too late; the building began to collapse, with large debris falling straight towards the couple.

Prompto shouted something Noctis missed, and he was suddenly shoved out of the emergency exit. Their eyes met then; horrified ones to resigned ones, as Prompto disappeared in the debris.

Noctis' eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat, as he stumbled to the ground. He could only watch as the entire building collapsed, with nothing remaining of it after a few seconds.

"PROMPTO!" Noctis screamed, tears filling his eyes as he stood from the ground. He rushed forward to the remains of the building, but Gladio gripped the collar of his shirt, keeping him in place.

"Noct!" Gladio yelled, "It's dangerous! Get back!"

"NO!" Noctis screamed, "Prompto's still in there! I have to get him out!"

"You can't help him if you don't back away, Noct—" Gladio warned, but he lost his grip on Noctis' shirt, and Noctis barreled towards the wreckage.

"NOCTIS!" Both Gladio and Ignis screamed, and without a moment's hesitation, rushed towards the wreckage to stop the king. They pushed away large debris and rubble as they searched for the runaway king, screaming out Noctis' name along the way. The two kept their eye on the mount of black hair, but they were unable to relocate him—it was as if he disappeared into thin air.

"NOCTIS!" Gladio screamed, "Come back here or I swear to Shiva's tits, I'll—"

Gladio paused when he and Ignis heard heavy breathing close by, along with sniffling. He glanced at Ignis, who pursed his lips in worry.

"You're so stupid, Prom," a voice—Noctis', Gladio recognized—whispered, and the two heard hands digging into rubble, "you're not supposed to be the one caught in the crossfire. If you're dead, I'll kill you myself—"

Both Gladio and Ignis ran forward, listening in on Noctis' voice. The king's voice was trembling, on the verge of tears. Not a good sign.

They eventually came across Noctis, who managed to find Prompto, buried under the rubble. A stream of blood flowed down the blond's forehead, and he was unconscious. Noctis was holding Prompto's hand, trying to hold in a sob to no avail.

"Noct," Gladio whispered, "move."

"B-b-but Prompto—" Noctis tried to whisper, but Gladio shook his head.

"We're gonna get Prompto outta there. Sitting there and crying ain't gonna help him now."

"But he could be dead!" Noctis exclaimed, "What if—"

"Noctis." Gladio growled, using Noctis' full name. Noctis paused and froze in shock. "Let. Us. Help. If you don't, Prompto will definitely die."

Upon hearing that last sentence, Noctis knew that Gladio was right. He moved aside then, reluctantly letting Prompto's hand go with a sigh. Gladio could see the guilt and sadness in his eyes and he frowned. He knew how much he loved Prompto, and how he cared for him. Losing Prompto in such a way would devastate him.

With a sigh, Gladio crouched down and took Prompto's hand, feeling for a pulse. Weak, but still alive. Thank Cosmos.

He gathered as much rubble as he could, grabbing the largest parts of it, and he pulled. He gritted his teeth, as he grunted and panted. It took a few minutes, but finally, he managed to pull the large rubble off of Prompto's body.

"Iggy," Gladio ordered, "think you could call an ambulance?"

"On it," Ignis was already on the case—with his cell phone, he called 911 and began speaking to the operator from the other end. "Yes, a bombing has occurred here. The king's husband is severely hurt. We're in…"

Noctis could only watch as the scene unfolded in front of him, tears threatening to fall. This was all his fault. If he had been more careful, Prompto wouldn't be in this state. He would be okay. Not buried under the rubble, nearly dying.

"N-N-Noc…"

The three froze when they heard Prompto's quivering voice. Noctis' eyes widened, as he rushed forward and knelt down to the fallen blond.

Prompto began to stir, groaning in pain as he slowly glanced up at Noctis. He was hardly breathing, but alive.

"Prompto!" Noctis gasped, and without warning, wrapped his arms around Prompto. Tears fell then, as he sobbed. Prompto couldn't help but smile as he returned the hug as best as he could.

"Whoa, hey, babe, too tight, I'm gonna suffocate more," he joked. Leave it to Prompto for cracking jokes at the worst times.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," Noctis whispered, burying his face in Prompto's shoulder.

"You'd do the same for me," Prompto pointed out, "you can't be the only one who's a self sacrificing idiot here."

Gladio and Ignis shook their heads, with Ignis pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Gladio could have sworn he heard Ignis mutter, "Idiots."

They were glad that help had finally arrived; they didn't have to lose any more brain cells seeing these two idiots.

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heartlessfujoshi · 2 months ago

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Familiar Places - An IgNoct fanfic

Title: Familiar Places Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Ignoct (Noctis Lucis Caelum x Ignis Scientia) Rating; General (Minor Angst - Tooth-Rotting Fluff) Word Count: ~4,500 Summary: It’s Noctis’ 18th birthday, and it seems that everyone on Eos has forgotten about it.

A/N: Happy birthday to Noctis! :D Gosh, it felt good to write the birthday boy again. :) Please enjoy!

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Noctis looks at himself in the mirror, adjusts the simple tie around his neck, and stares back at his reflection. He doesn’t look any different. Not that he would know what one should look like when they turn eighteen. He tilts his head, fixing a bit of his unruly hair, then sighs. Birthdays are dumb. He hates having to deal with people wishing him well tidings on this day, when it really isn’t all that special. It’s Friday, and that was it.

So what if he’s now of legal age to do most things in Insomnia? That is, except for drinking, which is fine. He has never cared for the taste of liquor the few times he’s tried it under certain circumstances.

Picking up his phone, he checks to see if anyone has said anything yet, but all lines of chat are completely quiet. No messages from Prompto, none from Gladio, and definitely none from Ignis. He doesn’t know why, but his chest aches as he lingers on the last text he’d exchanged with Ignis, which had been all of three days ago. And all it had said was “Fine.”

Ignis had wanted him to go to the Citadel to attend some stupid meeting, and he had wanted to stay behind at school with Prompto, as the two of them were working on a class project. Of course, all Ignis had said was that single word. Straight and to the point - that has always been Ignis’ motto.

He turns off the light, and heads out into his kitchen, where there’s a tray full of pastries sitting on his counter. Apparently Ignis had come by at some point to drop them off, as he knows they weren’t there last night when he went to bed. Looking around, he tries to see if his Adviser is around, lurking in the shadows, but no - he’s alone in his apartment.

“Happy birthday to me.” He mumbles, picking up one of his favorites - one made with Ulwat berry.

Dusting off the sugar from his fingertips, he grabs his things and heads out of his apartment. He’s taken to riding public transportation in the morning, while he saves using the Regalia for the afternoons. Taking public transportation to the Citadel, where he goes regularly each week for training with Cor and the Glaives isn’t an easy task, hence the rides in the Regalia. It’s also the time of day when he gets to speak to Ignis, which he looks forward to most days. One of the perks of living away from the Citadel with his father is that he’s able to blend in with the rest of society. No one pays him any attention, but if he’s in the Regalia, then all eyes are on him. Anonymity has its perks.

Prompto doesn’t greet him with a happy birthday when he sees him. They do share a hug, and then Prompto launches into telling him all about this game he’d been playing the night before, which Noctis remembers as he’d had to help him solve a difficult puzzle through chat. He wants to ask him if he knows what day it is, but then stops himself because he doesn’t want the unnecessary attention from any of the other students.

The day goes by fast. School has only come back from summer break the week before, and it’s their final year. He had always thought that his third year would be the worst, but so far it’s proving to be the easiest. That all can change, though, but for now, he’s going to count it as a blessing.

“Hey, want to go to the arcade?” Noctis asks Prompto, as they get their trainers back on, slipping his school shoes into his locker.

Prompto grimaces, then shakes his head. “I can’t! I have plans, Noct. I’m so sorry!” Prompto rushes to slam his locker shut, and then starts to walk away. “Maybe tomorrow? See ya, Prince!” He waves, and then leaves the school building, leaving Noctis to stare after his best friend with an open mouth.

Tomorrow? What good would going to the arcade be if they went tomorrow? Today is his birthday, not tomorrow. Noctis sighs, then turns back to look at his shoes. Was the world against him today? That had to be in. The Six are having a laugh that the Prince of Lucis has yet to hear someone say ‘happy birthday’ to him.

Not even his own father has reached out to him to wish him well. Usually his father is the first person to send a text - always at the exact time that his mother gave birth to him. But not today. The last text he has from his father was from over a month ago. He knows that tensions have been high between Lucis and Niflheim, but not even a text??

Noctis puts his bag over his shoulder, and leaves the school grounds, only to find that the Regalia isn’t there. No car to take him back home. He looks up at the sky, and isn’t at all surprised to see that the sky has gone grey. He can feel a chill in the air, and as he begins to walk towards the underground, rain begins to fall.

Perfect.

He gets down below just as a deluge occurs, the sky’s opening up with a torrential amount of rain. His feet pound on the stairs, rushing to get further away from the wetness, water running down the stairs towards where he’s going. He pulls out his phone again, making sure he hasn’t missed a text from anyone. Still no communication from anyone.

Is my phone dead?

Flipping through his contacts, he finds one for the video game store he likes to visit, and tries to call the number. It rings, and as someone picks up, he hangs up. Okay, so his phone is working. That’s good.

But why does he feel so bad?

Rather than go straight home, Noctis decides to head to the largest public library in Insomnia, which is only a few stops away from where his apartment is. If no one is going to be bothered to wish him a happy birthday, he’s going to go and do something he hasn’t done in ages. He can’t remember the last time he willingly went to the library. Ignis is the one that frequents the library, often dragging Noctis with him as it will help educate him on the workings of the Citadel, and what he’ll need to know when he takes over duties for the King.

The library is quiet. There are people milling about, trying to stay out of the rain, as it is still a torrential downpour. Noctis walks in, shaking his head to get some of the water off of him, but it doesn’t really help as he’s pretty much drenched. He looks around, deciding on where he should go, and heads up to the second level, where the historical books can be found.

It’s like Ignis is with him, which is mildly comforting. It’d be better if Ignis had actually been there, but Noctis can’t be upset with him. He knows that his life has become more difficult, with more tasks now falling onto his shoulders. His future right-hand man. Looking to his right, he feels a pang in his chest, missing the presence of who should be there.

Choosing the library might not have been the best idea, as now he’s more depressed than he had been at school. He pulls his phone out, and debates on taking a selfie in the stacks, wanting to send the picture to Ignis to show him where he is, but the ‘Fine’ text mocks him, making him remember that they aren’t really on the best of terms right now. He loses the smile that had begun to appear on his face, and pockets his phone again, feeling defeated.

He finds a quiet corner, and sits down, hoping he isn’t ruining the furniture with his damp clothing. No one comes near him, which again, he’s grateful for but begins to wonder if there is something wrong with him. Brushing it off, he closes his eyes and sinks further into the comfortable chair, deciding that a quick nap might help get him out of his funk.

It’s dark when he wakes him, Noctis looking around in confusion as he’s forgotten where he is. Library. Right. He picks up his bag, and pulls his phone out of his pocket. Still no calls or texts from any of his friends, nor from his father. Hadn’t he reminded everyone a week ago that his birthday was coming up? Maybe he had done a bad job of saying something.

Luckily, the rain has now stopped, allowing him to head to the underground without any worry of getting drenched again. He stops at one stop before his station, and heads back up topside to grab his favorite meal. If no one is going to celebrate his birthday with him, then that’s their loss. He’s going to enjoy the rest of his birthday by himself, and that’s going to start with some delicious Galahd food.

He eats at the stall by himself, ordering all of his favorite menu items and devouring them as if he hasn’t seen food in days. He tips the chef nicely, then walks towards his apartment building, figuring the walk will do him well as he has to work off the food he’s just consumed. No training today, which he had assumed was because it’s his birthday, but since he hasn’t gotten a call or text from either Cor or Gladio, Noctis figures that maybe it’s just a lucky day.

The apartment lobby is decorated for the late summer holiday, and his doorman greets him hello before hitting the elevator button for him. Noctis gets into the elevator, and pushes the button for his floor. He walks off the elevator, and heads to his apartment, keeping his head down as he’s in no mood to make eye contact with anyone - friendly neighbor or not. He wants today to come to an end. Eighteen has been terrible so far, and he doesn’t expect it to get any better.

Putting the key into his lock, he twists it, noticing that there was light streaming from under the door. Did I forget to turn off the lights again? Ignis is going to kill me. He twists the handle, and then pushes the door open. He’s about to check on the lights when he looks up and stares in shock as every single person who he’s been thinking about over the course of the day is standing in his apartment. “Surprise!” They all shout, balloons and decorations filling his apartment to the brim. “Happy birthday, Noctis!” Everyone yells, poppers exploding as they shout their birthday greeting to him.

“What?” He stares at the group - Gladio is there, dressed down in his workout clothes; Prompto is there, snapping pictures with his camera; Cor is standing off to the side with his father - his father is here. And then, standing front and center is the one person he’s been missing the most - Ignis.

“Apologies, Your Highness.” Ignis greets him with a wane smile. “We had to keep this secret from you.”

“Sorry, Noct!” Prompto appears next to him, snapping a pic of the two of them with his camera. “I know you wanted to go to the arcade, but I had to come here to help set everything up! But where the hell have you been?! We thought you were going to be here hours ago!”

Blushing, Noctis looks around, still stunned by the surprise of everyone being here. “I thought you forgot.”

“How could we forget your birthday?” Gladio threw his arm around his neck, and began to rub his fist against the top of his head. “You told us last week!”

Noctis feels sheepish, struggling to get out of his hold as Gladio stops rubbing his head. He breathes a bit easier, pulling at the tie around his neck, which is still in a knot because he hadn’t bothered to do anything with it at the library. He gives his future Shield a grin, scratching the back of his neck. “Did I?”

“You know you did, you jerk.” Gladio gives him a smirk, then turns and walks over to where Cor is standing.

He approaches his father, who has taken a seat, no doubt because his knee is bothering him. “Hello.” He greets him, taking the seat next to his to be on the same level as him.

“Happy birthday, Noctis.” His father hands him a small package, which he takes with his hand. “I apologize, we can’t stay for very long. When Ignis had informed me that you had not yet come home after my final meeting was over, I told Cor that we should come by.”

“I’m glad you did.” Noctis sets the gift down. “I didn’t expect to see either of you here.” He looks over at Ignis, who is having a conversation with Prompto, who is in the process of taking pictures of everything happening around them. “Thanks, Dad.”

“It isn’t every day that you turn eighteen.” His father stands up, using his cane to balance himself. Cor is at his side in an instant, his father rolling his eyes. “I’m not an invalid, Leonis.”

“I did not say that you were, Your Majesty.” Cor looks at him. “Happy birthday, Noct. No training tomorrow.”

”Seriously?” He asks, surprise returning. “You never give me two days off in a row.”

“Yes, I do.” Cor gives a nod, Noctis hiding his eye roll by looking away as Cor then looks at his father. “Ready to go, Your Majesty?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Regis looks around the room. “Boys - I am glad that my son has such a strong bond with the three of you. You didn��t have to do this for his birthday.”

“We wanted to do something fun, Your Majesty!” Prompto walks over with Ignis, who has yet to look at him since apologizing to him. “Noct deserves it!”

“He does, indeed.” Regis’ hand falls heavy on his shoulder, Noctis turning to give his father a polite smile. “Enjoy yourself, Noctis. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, Dad.” He wishes goodbye to both him and Cor, and then turns to look at his friends, who are already pulling pizza out of boxes. “Sorry, you guys.”

“You should be.” Gladio shoves a slice into his mouth, then drops down onto his couch. “Where did you go? Since I know you weren’t training today.”

Noctis walks over, and grabs a slice of pizza. Even though he’s still pretty full, there’s room in his stomach for a bit of pizza. “I went to the library.”

“You did?” Prompto exclaims. “Willingly?!”

A soft laugh leaves his mouth as he picks up his piece of pizza, and starts to eat it. “Is that so surprising?”

“It’s your birthday.” Prompto nods. “Why would anyone on Eos want to go to the library on their birthday?”

Noctis doesn’t know how to answer that. He knows why he chose to go there; because it was a special place to Ignis. Ignis, his closest confidant who has become too distant from him these last few months. He knows it’s because of the pressure of work, and the tasks he’s been given as he’s training to be his Adviser, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Any place he can go that reminds him of Ignis, he will visit without hesitation.

“Did you find any books to your liking, Your Highness?” Ignis asks, pushing his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose.

He gives him a small smile. “I did not.”

“Why am I not surprised by that?” The smirk on Ignis’ lips makes his heart do a dance in his chest.

Gladio reaches for the remote, and turns on the television, Prompto shutting off the stereo as it had been playing music in the background. “You sure did spend a lot of time there. It’s almost 8!”

“I fell asleep.” Noctis admits, knowing that his friends are going to tease him.

Gladio and Prompto burst out laughing, while Ignis has a thoughtful look on his face. Nothing else is said, and they go about the evening, hanging out and watching television, eating all of the pizza that Cor had so generously brought over.

Prompto yawns. “It’s late.” He looks at his watch, then looks over at Gladio. “Can you give me a ride, big guy?”

“I suppose I can.” Gladio yawns as he stands up, stretching his arms over his head. “You good, Specs?”

“Yes.” Ignis nods. “I can manage to get home on my own.”

“Okay, good.” Gladio looks at Noctis. “Happy birthday, jerk.”

“Thanks, asshole.” He groans as Gladio pulls him into a bone crushing hug, then feels his ears ring as Gladio bellows out a loud laugh.

Prompto hugs him, getting in one more shot of the two of them with his camera. “Happy birthday, Noct. I’m really glad we surprised you.”

“You did.” He smiles at his best friend, then says good night to both Prompto and Gladio. The apartment is deafeningly quiet. There’s a slight rustle, as Ignis begins pulling down decorations before heading into the kitchen to put whatever food is left away. Noctis approaches him, knowing it’s best to stay out of his way and leans against the counter. “Thank you for leaving breakfast this morning.”

“Did I?” Ignis asks, tying an apron around his waist, as he begins to wash the dishes without any prompt to do so.

“It was either you, or maybe the Six came and visited me this morning, offering me their own way of celebrating my birthday.”

Ignis laughs, which makes Noctis smile. “I somehow doubt that the Six are involved in bringing Ulwat berry pastries to you.”

“So it was you.” He grins, happy to see Ignis so relaxed. This is the only time of day he gets to see him like this. “You made them, didn’t you?”

“I did.” Ignis nods, scrubbing a plate with a sponge. “Don’t tell Prompto, as he begged me to bring him some.”

“You didn’t?” Noctis gasps, and then begins to laugh as Ignis shoots him a look. “Fine, I won’t tell. Your secret is safe with me.” He pretends to zipper his lips, then tosses a pretend key away.

Ignis finishes cleaning up, then goes over to where his bag is, and pulls out a wrapped box. “Happy birthday, Your Highness.” He hands it to him, keeping his eyes lowered.

Noctis brushes his finger against Ignis’, and feels electricity shoot up his arm at the not-so-innocent touch. To his credit, Ignis doesn’t make a sound, but Noctis can see that his face is now slightly flushed. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Ignis. You already do so much for me.”

“Were you really at the library today?” Ignis asks, as Noctis holds the present with both of his hands. “Why would you go there?”

“Because I know it’s your favorite place.” Noctis can feel his soul leaving his body, as he admits it out loud. It’s one thing to know something, but informing the person that he’s aware of it, it makes it so much more real. Might as well go all in. He takes a deep breath, and meets Ignis’ eyes, who is finally looking at him in a proper way. “And since you had forgotten my birthday, I wanted to be somewhere that reminded me of you.”

“I didn’t forget, Noctis.” His knees tremble at the way Ignis says his name. He hardly ever calls him by his name. It’s always ‘Your Highness’, or some variation of that title, but never his full name. Sometimes, if he’s lucky, he’ll get him to address him as Noct, but that’s only usually when Gladio or Prompto are around. “I was here, waiting for you to come home.”

His heart is pounding hard in his chest, as Ignis removes the apron around his waist. The present in his hands feels like it weighs a million pounds. “Should I open this now?” He asks, as Ignis turns his back towards him, the tension continuing to run high in the room.

“If you wish.”

Noctis pulls at the packaging, and reveals a beautiful leather notebook, full of blank pages. “Ignis.” He whispers, as he touches the engraving of his name on the front cover. “This is too much.”

“It’s more practical than anything.” Ignis has returned, and is now standing in front of him. “You will need to take notes about my day-to-day dealings at the Citadel. I’m sorry it’s not very personal.”

Ignis may think that, but Noctis stares at the beautiful leather notebook, and knows that Ignis chose this one specifically because he knew that Noctis would like it. And he does. Gold shimmers on the edges of the pages, and he can see a beautiful midnight blue pen sits in the pen holder that’s attached to the notebook. While yes, it may be a practical gift, Noctis stares in wonder at the engraving. Ignis did not have to do that.

“It’s beautiful.” He sets the notebook down, and without thinking, steps forward and puts his arms around Ignis - one around his neck, while the other slips under his arm to wrap around his back. “Thank you.” He rests his head against Ignis’ shoulder, hoping that he isn’t overstepping their invisible boundaries.

It takes Ignis a full ten seconds to lift his arms, and put them around Noctis’ body. He wants to cry. Ignis has never been someone who hugs, and to feel his arms around him like this - this is the best birthday gift he could ever receive. “I’m glad you like it.” Ignis’ voice sneaks into his ear, as Noctis has yet to lift his head up from where it’s resting on his shoulder. “You deserve so much more than I could ever give to you, Noctis.”

Lifting his head, he stares into Ignis’ eyes, which are blazing with a look that he’s never seen before. “You already give me more than I need, Ignis. And it makes me want more.” His own cheeks burn as he refuses to close his eyes. “You don’t understand, do you? How much I-“

But the words that are on the tip of his tongue disappear into the void as Ignis’ mouth touches his with the barest hint of a kiss. Noctis makes a noise in the back of his throat - shock, surprise, desire - a culmination of all three, he doesn’t know. What he does know is that Ignis’ lips are touching his, and he’s returning the kiss with as much effort as he can. His arms curl tightly around Ignis’ body, and he feels the pressure of his arms surrounding him, squeezing him with as much enthusiasm as he’s showing to him.

He parts his mouth, and feels Ignis’ tongue slip in. He hears himself moan into Ignis’ mouth as their tongues connect for the first time, his brain shutting down completely as he surrenders himself to the kiss. Ignis makes a noise that will live rent-free in his head until he’s no longer a part of this world, dying to hear him make it again. They stand in the middle of his living room, holding each other as their mouths continue to learn more about each other in ways that can only be explored through the intimate act of a kiss.

Their kiss comes to a hasty end, as they both take gasps of breath, but don’t pull apart from one another. “Noctis, I…” Ignis’ forehead presses against his, as they stay close.

“I know.” He doesn’t need to hear him say it. “You know that I-“

“Yes.” Ignis nods his head.

Confessions of love are never easy to get out, but knowing that Ignis knows how he feels and vice versa, it brings a sense of acceptance inside of Noctis. Reaching for him, Ignis’ mouth returns to his, and they share another amorous kiss, Noctis becoming lightheaded as he forgets the importance of breathing. They fall back onto the couch together, both laughing as they have yet to disentangle themselves from each other. Noctis puts his head on Ignis’ shoulder, a smile plastered on his face.

“Does this mean we can do this all the time now?” He asks, staring at his fingers that are laced with Ignis’, resting on top of his thigh as he snuggles up against the man who has been the only constant in his life besides his father.

“Maybe not all the time, but I do believe we can engage in certain….things, if you wish.”

He lifts his head, and sees Ignis has a smirk on his lips. “Oh, you’re a bad man, Ignis.”

“I suppose that I am.”

They kiss a few more times on the couch, and then Ignis is gathering his items to head home for the evening. As he walks him to the door, Noctis stares up at him, feeling very shy. “How did you know?” He asks, as he opens the door for him.

“You went to the library and fell asleep.” Ignis lowers his head, and brushes a kiss against his lips before bringing them to his ear. “You went because of me. Because of how you feel. And you were comfortable enough to sleep there.”

“I can fall asleep anywhere.” His cheeks burn with embarrassment, hating that he’s so easy to read.

A soft chuckle sends a shiver down his spine. “You can, but knowing you went there to be close to me? That, my darling, is why I knew you’d reciprocate.”

“Always so technical.” He pushes him, but then pulls him back towards him and kisses him flush on the lips. “Good night, Ignis. Thanks for making this the best birthday ever.”

“Anything for you, Noct.”

He closes the door after sharing one more kiss with him, his insides fluttering like crazy. To think that the day had begun with Ignis’ own baked goods, and is now coming to a close with the touch of his lips still clinging to his own mouth. He had thought his friends had forgotten all about him, but they had done the complete opposite - they had surprised him with a celebration.

Touching his lips, he falls onto his bed, and smiles. Tomorrow is a new day, and now that he knows what it feels like to kiss his future Adviser, he plans on finding out all the ways he can make Ignis make those deplorable noises again. Things have changed between the two of them - for better, or for worse, Noctis doesn’t know. What he does know is that he has the best friends on the planet, and can’t imagine living this life without any of them in it. Especially Ignis, who has made a claim on his soul and will forever own it.

--- Cross-posted to AO3

#ignoct #fanfic #my writing #hbd noctis

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savage-rhi · 9 months ago

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"noodle?" "yes, you are a noodle. my noodle. it's cute."

PROMPT AND GLADIO!!!!!!! ITS LITTERALY THEM

"You're growling again," Ignis sighed as he once more pointed out the noise Gladio made every so often at Prompto and Noctis's antics.

"Can it Iggy," Gladio muttered as he sipped on the cup noodles broth he had left in his cup. He let out a breath, shaking his head at seeing Prompto suddenly chasing Noctis around while attempting to get his camera back. He made a fist and adjusted in his seat next to the camp fire.

"May I ask why you're so angered at their play?" Ignis inquired.

"Look," Gladio began. He felt somewhat irate at Ignis's attempt at playing therapist, but decided to come clean. "It's not that I don't want them to have fun. We could all use some laughs after everything that's happened..."

"But?"

Gladio sighed. "We lost our home, Ignis. The Niffs took everything. We don't know if our loved ones are going to be okay, and the fate of the world is riding on the shoulders of a twerp who can't be bothered with, and he's messing around with blondie over there acting like it's another day in high school!"

"You sound quite exasperated."

"You think!?" Gladio exclaimed. He made a face, realizing he was a bit harsh and apologized to Ignis under his breath.

"It's quite alright," Ignis reassured. He hummed for a moment, observing the boys from afar. "I see where your concerns lie. I admit to feeling a sense of apprehension, but.."

"But?" Gladio raised a brow, turning his head.

"Maybe a soft heart during a tough time isn't so bad. Perhaps you could try and join them in the fun? It might unburden the mental load you're carrying."

"Don't make me laugh!"

"Suit yourself." Ignis shrugged. He dusted his gloves, and prepared to make dinner for the night; leaving Gladio to his thoughts.

Gladio muttered a few curses to himself, and decided to take his mind off everything by making another cup noodle while waiting he waited for Ignis to complete the main course. If there was anything that could soothe his thoughts, it was cheap food and silence.

"Gladio, look out!"

"Incoming!"

Before he could dodge, Gladio felt his body tumble forward. The cup noodle flew into the air, and he heard the distinctive yelp Prompto was known for when he was harmed. Gladio grunted as the world stilled, no longer a chaotic mess of dirt and gods knew what.

"Son of a---" Gladio paused as he leaned up and looked to his right. Prompto was sitting beside him in a daze. His skin turning white as a ghost upon seeing the anger that flashed behind Gladio's gaze.

Gladio's eyes combed over Prompto. His hair was coated in noodles and pieces of beef. The smell of the broth mingling with Prompto's hair product created a pungent odor that had Gladio wishing he was sniffing shit from an Anak instead.

His hair was coated in noodles and pieces of beef. His nose grimaced at how the smell of the broth and Prompto's hair product created a pungent odor that had Gladio wishing he was sniffing shit from a Flexitusk.

From afar, Noctis was covering his mouth to suppress a laugh.

Gladio let out a sigh. "Noodle."

"Noodle?" Prompto gulped.

"Yes. You are a noodle." He picked up a noodle fragment from the cup and placed it upon Prompto's head as if crowning a king. "My noodle. It's cute."

"What the--?!"

Gladio laughed as he grabbed a hold of Prompto, trapping him in a playful headlock while he messed with his hair further.

"Gladio! Hey, hey! You're making it worse!" Prompto exclaimed in between fits.

"Noct! Help me out here! He's flailing like one of those fish that slapped you earlier!"

"Right behind ya!"

"I hate you both!" Prompto yelped.

Ignis looked up from the grill to watch as the three descended into chaotic play. He let out a huff, shaking his head and smiled before going back to preparing the meat from the fish Noctis had caught.

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lunarlegend · 11 months ago

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Stella Plays Matchmaker (For No Reason)

~ or, The Story of How Stella Accidentally Created a Love Triangle Out of Nothing

(Brotherhood Era - featuring Stella, age 16; Noctis & Prompto, 18; Ignis, 20; and Gladio, 21)

[ basically, Stella believes herself to be inherently irresistible to men, so naturally she mistook Prompto's growing crush on Noctis to be directed at her (despite there being absolutely no evidence to support this whatsoever)

...and decided to remedy the (very awkward and very imagined) situation by inviting a very confused Prompto over to her apartment one night so she could gently break the news to him that she only likes him as a friend.

and that's how it all started... ]

Stella: -opening the door- "Prompto! Come on in!" D:

Prompto: -cautiously steps inside and looks around- "Uh...I appreciate you having me over, but...why did you choose 9pm on a Wednesday?"

Stella: "Let's not worry about that." -pulls out a chair for him at the table- "Have a seat." D:

Prompto: .... -hesitates for a moment, then sits-

Stella: -also sits- "Would you like a cookie?" D: -holds out a plate of chocobo-shaped cookies-

Prompto: ...! -very carefully takes one- ... -suddenly blurts out- "...I-is something wrong?!"

Stella: "No no, of course not!" D: -stares at him-

Prompto: ...... -takes a small bite of the cookie-

Stella: -continues staring-

Prompto: "... ...S-Stella...?"

Stella: "Prompto, I need to talk to you." -reaches across the table and puts her hand on his hand-

Prompto: -jumps- ?!

Stella: -sighs deeply- "...This isn't easy..."

Prompto: -on the verge of an anxiety attack- "...O-oh gods, what's wrong?! Just tell me...!"

Stella: -dramatic pause- "...Prompto, I...I only like you as a friend."

Prompto: ....

Stella: ....

Prompto: "...I-I...I also like you as a friend...?"

Stella: -sighs again- "Prompto, you don't have to hide it anymore. I know you like me...I've seen the way you act when we all hang out at Noct's."

Prompto: -genuinely confused- "Uhh..."

Stella: -continues- "But I just don't feel that way about you. I already have someone who I like."

Prompto: -still confused- "...Uh...yeah, I know. You like Ignis."

Stella: -suddenly blushes bright red- "...H-How do you know about that?!" o//A//o;

Prompto: "Stella, you literally stuffed your bra with my socks."

Stella: -covering her face with her hands- "We don't talk about that...!" >//A//<;;

Prompto: "Besides, I..." -sighs- "...Well, I guess I appreciate you trying to let me down easy, but..." -takes another bite of the cookie, blushing slightly- "...I already have someone who I like, too..."

Stella: -looks up at him- ?

Prompto: -catches her gaze and looks away, blushing more- "...I-it's not important..."

Stella: -suddenly grabs his hand with both of her hands- "No, you have to tell me!" D:

Prompto: -jolts- "Uwah!"

Stella: "Tell me! Maybe I can help!" D:

Prompto: -stares at her for a moment- ... -looks down- "...It's...uhh..."

Stella: -waits expectantly- D: ?!

Prompto: "...I...I-I like..." -mumbles a bit- "...I like...Noctis..."

Stella: -practically shouting- "Noctis?!" D:

Prompto: -blushing profusely now- "Ahh, don't say it so loud...!"

Stella: -already in her own little world as she thinks about it- "...Of course..."

Prompto: "S-Stella...?!"

Stella: -looks up at him again- "Does he like you back?!" D:

Prompto: "...! I...well...I don't...know. I mean, I hope he does, but..."

Stella: "Let me find out!" D:

Prompto: -blinks- "...Y-yeah...?"

Stella: -nods confidently- "I can totally find out!" D:

Prompto: -stares at her for a moment- ... -slowly nods back- "...O-okay...just...just don't make it obvious that I like him, okay?"

Stella: "Of course! Your feelings are safe with me!" D:

[ so the next day, Stella headed across the hall to Noctis' apartment after school, determined to discreetly get some information out of her cousin. ...which went about as well as you'd expect. ]

Stella: -settling into the couch while Noctis starts the PS4- "Y'know..."

Noctis: -focused on what he's doing- ?

Stella: "Prompto's a really great guy, huh?"

Noctis: -grabs their controllers and sits down on the couch beside Stella- "Yeah, I guess so. He's my best friend, after all."

Stella: -nods, taking her controller as he hands it to her- "...He's pretty cute, too, huh?"

Noctis: .... -glances over at her for a moment- "...I mean, I guess. If you like blonde guys."

Stella: -with no hesitation whatsoever- "And those freckles! So adorable!" D:

Noctis: ........ -hesitates awkwardly and turns toward the TV- "...Can we just play the game?"

Stella: -nods and watches while he starts the match- ... -waits until they're in a middle of a round before she brings it up again- "...I wonder if Prompto likes anyone?"

Noctis: -jumps and misses his move, causing his character to throw the match- ...! -turns to Stella again- "...Why are you even thinking about that?!"

Stella: -practically oblivious to what's happening on the screen- "I'm just saying...guy like that, he could probably date anyone he wanted!" D:

Noctis: ...... -stares at her-

Stella: -stares back- D:

Noctis: ...........

Stella: D:

[ later that day ]

Stella: -on the phone with Prompto- "I haven't been able to get any information from him so far. ... ... Well, you know how he is. ... Yeah, I know. ... ....No, I don't think it's a lost cause! Just gotta do a little more investigating..." D:

[ even later that day ]

Noctis: -angrily tossing his dishes into the sink just as Ignis walks in the door-

Ignis: -blinks and pauses at the scene- "...I can see you're in a bad mood, so I take it you didn't get to the paperwork I left you?"

Noctis: -continues without even looking at him- "As if I have time for that!"

Ignis: -suppresses a sigh and places a bag of groceries down on the counter- "...What's going on? Did something happen?"

Noctis: -considers talking about it for a moment, but decides against it- "...No. It's fine."

Ignis: -raises an eyebrow- ... -surveys the mess in the kitchen before moving to start preparing dinner- "...Well, your father is waiting for those documents. So if you could at least glance at them before--"

Noctis: -suddenly blurts out- "I think Stella likes Prompto!"

Ignis: ....... -blinks-

Noctis: -staring down at the counter- .... -hesitates before he continues- "...She...she wouldn't stop asking about him today!"

Ignis: ... -chooses his words carefully- "...If she does, would that bother you?"

Noctis: -looks up at him- "Of course it would!"

Ignis: ...! -pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose- ...

Noctis: -looks back down- "...I mean..."

Ignis: ... -quietly starts preparing dinner, giving him time to continue-

Noctis: "...Well six, why did it have to be Prompto?!"

Ignis: -glances up at him calmly as he begins dicing veggies- "...Why does it bother you so much?"

Noctis: -abruptly yells- "Because I like Prompto!"

[ later that night ]

Ignis: -sighs as he unlocks the door to his apartment-

Gladio: -had been waiting for him inside- "There you are. Did Noct give you a fight about the paperwork?"

Ignis: -takes his shoes off and sets his bag down, looking even more stressed than usual- "Not exactly..."

Gladio: -places comforting hands on his shoulders- "You wanna talk about it?"

Ignis: -sighs again as he leans into the touch- "...I think...I think Noct has a problem I can't help him with."

Gladio: -barely suppresses a snort- "Well yeah, that kid has lots of problems..."

Ignis: -ignores his comment and continues- "...He's upset because he found out Stella likes Prompto, apparently."

Gladio: -pauses- ...

Ignis: "He's really distraught about it. I'm not sure what to do..."

Gladio: ... -hides a chuckle- "...So you...you think Stella likes Prompto?"

Ignis: ...? -turns to look up at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion- ...

Gladio: -trying not to laugh- "...No, it's just..." -sighs and leans down to kiss Ignis on the forehead- "...I just think it's cute that you think Stella likes Prompto."

Ignis: ...???

[ and that's the story of how Stella inadvertently caused all sorts of drama by literally being the worst matchmaker in history. obviously Noctis & Prompto eventually did figure out their feelings for each other, but not before several more weeks of this, and with absolutely no real help from Stella.

she's an idiot, your honor. ]

#Stella is a well-intentioned disaster #final fantasy xv #ffxv #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #stella maris #my OC #promptis #gladnis (at the end)

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 7 months ago

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Mutare: Vampire!Ignis Scientia x Reader

A call had woken you in the night.

From dreamless, floating sleep you awoke to the ringing of your phone on the nightstand, the vibrating rattling the wood and buzzing in your head uncomfortably. You squinted in the darkness, eyes blinded slightly by the bright light of your illuminated phone next to you.

You grabbed it, annoyed at whoever it was on the other end for ruining your sleep. You relaxed, your shoulders dropping in contentment seeing it was Ignis who was calling.

He needed to stay late to greet diplomats and other high-ranking officials to prepare for some royal ball coming up. Something about some party for a different prince or something, you couldn’t really put together what Ignis was saying as he rushed out the door, stopping to give you a quick kiss goodbye like he always did.

You raised the phone to your ear, humming instead of saying hello.

But it wasn’t Ignis’ voice on the other end.

“(Y/n), you need to get here.” It was Gladiolus. In the background, you could hear Noctis and Prompto freaking out. “There’s been an accident.”

You nearly dropped your phone.

It felt like a spike had shot through you. Your chest ached, you suddenly felt cold despite being wrapped in the luxurious blankets your fiance had just bought. You were surely awake now.

“What happened? Where’s Ignis?”

Your voice wavered, if the royal shield noticed it, he didn’t mention it.

“It’s too much to give over the phone. You need to get here, he’s in a bad shape.”

The phone cut off in your ear, leaving you in the still silence of the apartment. For a moment you just sat there utterly stunned. You sat and stared into the empty void of darkness sitting in the apartment, and for a moment, you felt all alone.

You sprung out of bed, fear now controlling you like a puppet, you threw on shoes and a jacket and rushed out with keys in hand, still in your pajamas. The elevator ride down was suffocating, time seemed to drip like honey but it also felt like you were wasting it standing in the descending box.

The doors opened with the usual chime and you dashed out, nearly plowing over some people in front of you.

In the car, you struggled to breathe correctly. Each breath was shakier than the last, your eyes were prickly with tears. You sat in silence in the car, your foot slowly growing heavily on the gas pedal. You were sure you ran a stop sign or two, but at this point, you didn’t give two shits. The radio was off, you listened to the vehicle hum beneath you, afraid that any music or even breaking news over the radio would make you break down.

You saw distant flashing lights, red and white and blue lights racing towards the grand Citadel standing tall maybe just a mile away.

Your heart ached, your hands shook and clutched tighter to the steering wheel. You wondered what would break first under the pressure; Your knuckles now light or the steering wheel creaking.

You were forced to stop just a little ways away from the Citadel, police had blocked off the roads, ambulances were filed neatly in front. You saw medics running stretchers up and down the towering stairs.

You booked it, weaving through the crowds that had formed and ducked under the barricades. You managed to get to the base of the stairs when you were stopped by two officers.

“Get off of me! My fiance is in there!” you cried, attempting to somehow wiggle your way out of their grasps.

“Let them in!” you heard a voice boom. The three of you looked to the top of the stairs to see Cor hurrying down the stairs, Prompto was right behind him. “Let go, officers.”

“But Marshall-”

“But nothing! I said: Let go.”

The Marshall towered over the two officers, he had the coldest gaze that would put Shiva to shame. The two officers let go of your arms and Cor put a surprisingly comforting hand on your shoulder.

Prompto came to your other side, gentle hands stroking your shaking back.

“What happened?”

“I’ll explain, but we need to move.”

“Where’s Ignis?”

“He’s inside,” Prompto murmured.

The normally bright and cheerful man seemed to want to tuck into himself and disappear. He looked so nauseous and scared like he would vomit the moment you mentioned something gross to him.

As you three ascended, your eyes never left Cor’s face.

“It was an attack. A Nifilheim diplomat. I knew something was wrong with him the moment I laid eyes on him. I only wish I had stopped him before he entered the Citadel.”

“An assassin?”

Cor paused for a moment.

“Something else. We’re not sure of his motives. He’s in captivity under the Citadel, however.” You three reached the top of the stairs were officers, Crownsguard, and Kingsglaive all stood. Two Kingsglaive immediately pulled open the doors and stepped out of the way. “Gladiolus can explain to the rest. I need to finish here.”

As if he was called, the towering shield rounded the corner. Prompto ushered you forward, leaving Cor behind. The halls had diplomats all either scared out of their minds with makeup runny and expensive clothing ruined or dirtied, or being taken care of by medics and Citadel nurses. There was a bit of blood splattered across Gladio’s hands which were balled at his sides.

It was a little tough to keep up with Gladio’s long and powerful strides, but you somehow managed.

“Where’s Ignis?” you questioned as soon as you got into a quiet hallway. “What happened?”

“Niflheim sent a vampire,” another voice stated.

Looking down the hallway, you saw Noctis approaching. His expensive suit was torn at the arms, his hair you knew he took care of so meticulously was now a mess.

“You’re supposed to be with the King, safe and away from this,” Gladio stated plainly. “How did you get past my father?”

“He’s with Drautos in the cells.”

“A vampire?” your eyebrows raised. “Niflheim has vampires now too?” The pit in your stomach suddenly grew deeper. You looked back at Gladio with nervous eyes. “Don’t tell me-”

“Ignis was attacked.”

“Is he alright? Where is he?”

Gladio guided you down another hallway, avoiding rushing nurses and maids. Down the hall stood a large elevator, metal shining brightly.

“You need to see him,” Gladio nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Looking to Noctis and Prompto gave the shield nothing, suddenly the shield was no longer confident in himself to tell you exactly what happened. “He’s still here, we can’t let him leave on an ambulance,” was all he said as he pressed the button to summon the elevator.

The four of you piled into the regal elevator as Noctis pressed multiple buttons on the panel. The descent was quiet and cold, none of you made a noise until the doors finally opened. It was all blank and dull, the hallways painted a few shades of gray and the floor cold stone was dark.

“What is this place?” you looked up to the shield.

“They go with the cells, medical rooms,” he didn’t look back at you.

His unruly eyebrows were knit together in mixed emotions;

Somewhere between discomfort and regret.

Gladio lead the way for the three of you, twisting down a corner and following the corridor down until you finally came upon a door that had a ring of light around it.

The hallway was empty. No nurses, not even any carts in the hallway. Only a small pool of blood at the closed door before you four. Gladio pushed the door open, eyes wide with shock.

“He’s not here.”

Peeking into the room, you could confirm that it was empty. There was a mess, however. The bedding was rumpled and thrown to the foot, the IV was toppled over and fluid was all over the floor, there were blood droplets all over the bed from where the cords were yanked out.

The three entered the room to see if there were any signs of a struggle when you heard the faint sound of glass shattering echo down the hallway followed by a soft moan. Almost as if you were drawn by the noises alone, your feet carried you down the hallway until you could peek around the corner. All the way down the hallway stood a glass door now opened, shattered pane in the center with blood around the hole.

You stepped into the hallway and carefully stepped forward, trying to stay as quiet as possible as you crept up to the door. The closer you got, the more you could make out a tall and shadowy figure through the glass. You could hear glass moving, drawers opening, metal bending.

It was like you were in a trance. The closer you stepped towards the door, the harder it was to reason to yourself to stop, to shout out for them. Next to the door was a damaged card reader, no longer sparking. There was a sign for biohazards in black and yellow.

You placed your hand on the door, careful to not touch the shards of glass that remained. You could feel the presence of the person, the air around you was thick with dread, you were suffocating. You slowly pushed the door open just a bit, just enough to let a little more light into the room.

Suddenly, your back struck the wall behind you, the air was knocked out of you, your head suddenly grew fuzzy. You whimpered and gasped as slender fingers harshly wrapped around your throat to keep you pinned under fierce strength. It was only when you unscrewed your eyes from the pain did you feel your world come to a hard stop.

He stood before you.

Glasses obstructed, skin paled and clammy, hair a mess now falling before his eyes. But what were once emerald green eyes were now dark and reddened. His lips were pulled back to reveal sharp canines, capable of puncturing holes in your neck without resistance.

“Ignis?”

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ignis scientia #ignis scienta x reader #ignis x reader

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silverflqmes · 8 months ago

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have you considered playing ff15/writing for it??

so ironically, ffxv is the first final fantasy game that i became familiar with due to noctis being a dlc in tekken 7 back in 2017!i wanna say, and he was the one who INITIALLY grabbed my interest, outside of cloud when he was added to smash.. but i held off on ff in general since i was really swamped with school and just could not spare the timing to be gaming- specifically rpgs..

now if i’m gonna write for ffxv — i’m not sure yet because i haven’t played through the game! my knowledge is very baby level since i only played him in tekken😭 ( his playstyle was rlly refreshing tbh since there is only one character within the series that uses a weapon🥸 ) and some media about him, prompto, gladiolus, ignis. but we will see in the future :’)) i heard very good things about the story, but i would have to find the time to spare to play- and at the moment i don’t rlly think i can since i’m trying to speed through all available ffvii games to me ( basically minus rebirth ) before uni starts🥹

trust i do have interest in ffxv, i just don’t have much time😔

#— ; 🏹 ) mail.

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tickleraptorss · 11 months ago

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Too Early

merry Christmas @ticklish-v-93 !! i'm your squealing santa this year :)!!! so happy i got to write these boys again. promptis is always an absolute BLAST to write

thank you to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa as always!

The first signs of morning trickled between the curtains of Noctis and Prompto’s shared bedroom. The sun had begun to rise, peaking over the horizon as a certain excitable blond opened his eyes. He hadn’t slept much that night, because how could he? It’s Christmas, and he was going to be spending it with his boyfriend for the first time!

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Prompto sang loudly as he rocked his slumbering prince back and forth.

“Ugh… what-” barely processing his surroundings, Noctis groggily lifted his head. His eyes shifted over to the digital alarm clock. “Prom, it’s 6 in the morning.”

“It’s 6 on Christmas morning!” Prompto corrected.

“‘s too early…” the prince grumbled, his head falling back onto his pillow. “Can’t you wait an hour?”

“An hour?!” The gunslinger gasped, offended at such a suggestion. No, he absolutely could not wait an hour! “Noooooct, come on, I wanna give you your present!”

“Letting me sleep in would be a great present,” his dark-haired boyfriend said, already settling back under the covers. Oooh no, Prompto was not having that! Not today! He can take a nap later! He flopped on top of his boyfriend, embracing him in a loose hug. Noctis only groaned.

“Pleeeeease?” The blond whined. Noctis opened his eyes to meet Prompto’s stare, eyes wide like a sad puppy. The prince scoffed, then smiled, ruffled Prompto’s hair, and simply buried himself back under the blanket. Clearly, he wasn't going to get up on his own.

Prompto had to switch tactics.

He removed himself from his sleepy boyfriend, glancing around the room, looking for something he could use to wake his prince up. His eyes settled on his feet, sticking out of the end of the covers, and Prompto couldn't suppress a grin when a wonderfully evil idea popped into his head.

Slowly, the gunslinger crawled to the opposite end of the bed. Noctis seemed to be none the wiser to his boyfriend’s scheme, still thoroughly cocooned in the covers.

That was, until, his ankles were suddenly trapped in a headlock.

Lifting his head from his pillow, Noctis shot Prompto a glare, though it did nothing to deter the blond.

“Prompto Argentum,” Noctis groaned. “I swear to every God on this planet-”

“Did you just full name me?!” Prompto giggled. He left no room for a reply, because moments later, his nails were scribbling over the soles of his boyfriend's feet. The resulting squeal was nothing short of adorable, only encouraging Prompto’s evil little scheme to continue.

“Noho, I-! NohOHO, PROHOM-!!” Noctis yelped. He hid his face in the blanket, hiding his blushing face and muffling his laughter. He tried to pull his feet out of Prompto’s hold, but no luck–the gunslinger had him trapped.

“Havin’ a fun dream there, Noct?~” Prompto teased. He moved his fingers to his boyfriend’s arches, alternating between the right foot and left foot. Attempting to jerk his legs back, and failing, Noctis could do little but laugh as the blond happily tickled him to pieces.

Whatever the prince tried to say in rebuttal was interrupted with a loud squeal as Prompto’s fingers targeted underneath his toes. The gunslinger giggled as Noctis’ efforts to break free strengthened, yet he still couldn't break his grip. And because he was lying on his stomach, Noctis couldn't reach to grab Prompto and fight back–he was as ticklish as he was helpless–and Prompto loved it. Honestly, if just having his adorable, ticklish prince to himself was his Christmas gift, he would be more than happy with that.

“PlehEHEASE! STOHOHOPPP–!” Noctis screeched. “I’ll gEHET UP, I’LL GET UP!”

Feeling quite proud, Prompto released his boyfriend's ankles, looking back at the pouting prince with a grin.

“Aww, don't be mad!” The blond said. “You can have a nap later!” Noctis promptly ignored him, this time sneaking fully under the covers. Prompto could see him moving underneath the blanket–at least he was moving–and suddenly Noctis’ head popped out of the covers next to him.

“Hey,” said the prince, voice raspy and low. Prompto was about to respond when he was suddenly tackled and pinned to the bed. Fingers found his ribs in a matter of seconds.

“NoHOHOCT! NO-!” Prompto yelped as Noctis squeezed around his ribs.

“That’s what you get for waking me up so early!”

The prince cackled maniacally as his fingers moved from ribs to tummy to sides, all while Prompto squealed and begged. It didn't take long for him to surrender.

“OKAY, OKAHAY!” He grabbed Noctis’ wrists, and the prince stopped, leaning in to give his boyfriend a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“This gift better be worth it,” said Noctis.

“Oh, it is! You’re gonna love it!”

“I’m sure. Y’know what’d be a great gift right now?”

“Cuddles?”

“Cuddles.”

Noctis laid his head on Prompto’s chest, snuggling into him with a content sigh. The blond affectionately rolled his eyes, and simply indulged his prince. If Noctis fell asleep again, that’d be just fine with him.

After all, it’d just give him another excuse to tickle him.

#tickling #tickle community #raptor writes #tickle fic #squealing santa 2k23 #boys' night out

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suvidrache · 2 years ago

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I Got You Something!

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 830 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad | Event List

Prompto had a love for photography. He took photos of you constantly, whether you were ready or not.

Some of them turned out beautiful, others not so much.

Either way, he kept them all in his photo album.

He didn't often take photos of himself but instead of his friends, his significant other, nature, anything but himself.

You were the one to take photos of himself as well as you both together.

You were always happy with him. You comforted him when he was sad and were always there for him.

However, he was insecure and quietly kept his thoughts to himself. What if you were only using him to get to Noctis? Or Ignis? Or Gladiolus?

After all, Noctis was the prince. Gladiolus was strong and muscular, and Ignis knew how to cook.

Prompto could cook noodles, but anything else and it turned out to be a massacre.

It was the day before Valentine's day and Prompto was worried about what he could get you.

He didn't want to ruin this day for you and he sat on the roof of a building, fearing what would happen if you didn't get anything at all.

He would get you something, but he was worried about the things that could happen.

He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.

He knew what you liked and what you didn't like, but what could he do for you?

You sat in the room you shared with Prompto. There weren't many rooms in the house, you didn't mind sharing with him.

You locked the door, knowing Prompto tended to walk into rooms without knocking first.

No matter how many times Prompto was told to knock by the other members of the house, he still forgot.

You looked at the board in front of you, glue dots in hand, decorations nearby. You had planned to give Prompto a handmade item for Valentine's day.

You knew Prompto was insecure. Sometimes he admitted to some things when he sat on the rooftop and you joined him.

Most of your emotional talks happened on the rooftop. It was his favorite place to go to when he felt sad or insecure.

Prompto stood up and headed inside, going to the bedroom. He turned the handle and it didn't move. It was locked.

"Hey Y/N, I'm going to the store. I'll be right back." His voice was laced with sadness. He felt terrible lying to you, but he didn't want you to know what he was doing.

You wished him well and continued to work on your project.

When it was finished, you covered it with a cloth and hid it in the back of your closet.

You joined Ignis, Gladiolus, and Ignis downstairs for dinner.

Prompto had returned from the store carrying a box in hand. He ran upstairs, stating he'd be down in a minute.

He looked around quickly, hoping he wouldn't be caught, and tried the doorknob again. It was unlocked.

He sighed with relief and stepped into his room. Closing the door behind him, he went straight for the closet and put the box on the top shelf of the closet.

He closed the closet doors and headed downstairs for dinner.

You didn't ask any questions, but thanked Ignis for the food.

February 14th arrived and Prompto woke up bursting with energy as if he had drunk many cups of coffee.

You rubbed your eyes and looked over at the clock. It was eight in the morning.

You rolled over and sat up, taking a minute before standing up.

Prompto had quickly readied himself for the day, while you slowly gathered your thoughts and followed after.

After finishing his breakfast, he went upstairs, grabbed his present, and headed out while you made your way downstairs, still tired after just waking up.

You slowly finished your breakfast and asked Ignis where Prompto had gone.

He was at the lake, which wasn't a far walk to get to.

You went and grabbed your item, keeping the cloth covering it as you followed in the general direction of where Prompto had traveled.

Prompto was smiling as he stood near the lake, watching you come closer to him.

"I got you something!" He said excitedly as he handed you a box.

You took it and handed him the item you had made him.

"Be careful, it's fragile."

He took it gently and watched, waiting for you to open your present.

You opened it and it was a stuffed chocobo and some candies.

"Thank you. I love it!" You said, as you smiled and looked at him.

"You're welcome!" He lifted the cloth, and you had made him a photo collage of the two of you together.

"Wow, thank you so much! Happy Valentine's day." He said, as he carefully held it in one hand, as he stepped closer with his arm outstretched for a hug.

"Happy Valentine's day." You said, as you wrapped an arm around him.

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