#ignis x noctis x gladio x prompto

[cherubfae]

May I request cock warming with the final fantasy boys? Specifically cloud, Zack, and noctis please!!

𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 & 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪 || {𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶}

ft. Cloud, Zack, Sephiroth, Reno, Ignis, Gladio, Noctis, & Prompto

tags: smut, nsfw, gn!afab!reader (afab anatomy described), established relationships, comfort/gentle sex, descriptive injuries, injured!reader and injured!protective!boys, dirty talk, breeding kink, Reno is a yapper, slight dom!reader in some

Cloud

Your bedroom would be the only place he would feel comfortable doing this in. Comforted by the scent of you, of your blankets and pillows, the small collection of stuffed animals. Your scent caresses his troubled mind, filling him with longing; for the home he found in you.

Pretty Mako eyes glitter in the dark, shining like the night sky, as you and Cloud are drenched in pale moonlight. His gaze solely focused on your never wavered, even when had shimmied out of your sleep shorts and underwear. The second you climb back onto the bed, he's reaching for you, pulling into his lap and sealing your mouth in a soft kiss. His cock already lined up against your silken folds.

"Thought I lost you today." Came Cloud's soft admittance. "Scared the hell outta me. Need to.. I need to feel that you're real. That you're here. Please." Your warm palms cup his cheek, pulling him out of his dark thoughts. Grounding him to reality. Eagerly, he leans into your touch, embracing you tightly.

"I'm here, Cloud. I'm safe. I love you." You remind, repeating the mantra the two of you came up with when he'd get a little too lost within himself. Cloud kisses you again, cupping your jaw gently. He quietly repeats those last three words to you, barely above a whisper.

A tiny whimper leaves both of you as you sink down onto Cloud. His arms wrap around you tightly, burying his face into the side of your neck. The panicked rose and fall of his chest slowly subsided as the minutes wore on. Gently shifting your position, Cloud lays the two of you down. Your leg tossed over his hip. His protective hold remains on your ass and across your back, his fingers lightly pressed into the skin of your shoulder blades. It's only after you fall asleep in his loving embrace that he allows himself a little cry. Spending the night holding you, unable to fall asleep until the first songbird begins its morning tune.

Zack

"Are you sure this is okay, baby?" Zack's pink cheeks are bright in the dark bedroom. Though, you can't see his expression, you can, however, feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. With his face hidden in the crook of your neck, you can feel how they burn against your tepid skin. Ever so grateful that your boyfriend runs hot like a furnace. At your nod, he carefully lifts up your bandaged thigh with one strong, warm hand.

His other arm, previously wrapped around your tummy and slightly pinned beneath your body, is able to reach down between your legs and rub slowly, gentle circles around your clit until the nub becomes erect. Pushing your wet underwear to the side, you shiver at the contract between his warm fingers and the leather that conceals the rest of his hand. Spreading your folds open, you let out a pleased moan as his weeping cock rubs at your hole.

"Oh, fuck, honey. Such a pretty noise." Zack's eyelashes flutter. Slowly pushing himself inside of you, mouth dropping open into a fucked out expression. He places a pillow under your injured thigh, letting it rest against his own leg. "Fuck, baby. You're sucking me in so sweetly." He fidgets. "I promised not to move, but I can still make you cum on my cock." Lowly, he growls; his warm fingers return to your aching clit.

Sephiroth

"Are you sure you want to warm my cock, dearest?"Sephiroth frowns, deeply. "I am certainly not opposed but I worry about your health. You took a rather nasty spill today. That vile creature breaking into our home and harming you," Sephiroth bared his teeth in a snarl.

"Are you certain? Hmm, come here then, my love." Undoing his trousers, he frees himself just enough for his tall, heavy cock to stand proud between his parted thighs.

Wrapping a protective arm around your waist, he lifts you. Rubbing his slit against your folds, collecting your juices. He smiles at your cute moan when his cockhead swipes against your clit, repeating the motion several more times. "I will go slow, my angel. Hold onto me." His grip is firm as he slowly pushes his head past your outer lips, easing his thick girth into your hole. A satisfied growl rumbles from his lips once he's fully seated inside of you. Stroking your hair, he pushes your head to rest on his shoulder. "Rest, dearest."

Reno

"Fuck! How are you still this tight...?" Reno gasps, unable to make up his mind on where to touch you first. His hands scramble from gripping your hips, to wrapping around your upper body to cradle you to him, to your breasts, to back to your hips. "You're killin' me, doll. I'm injured, take pity on me?" The redhead pouts, his lower lip jutting out. He looked more like a puppy begging for its owner's food at dinnertime rather than an supposed injured warrior. He was playing with a cool dagger and cut his finger, please take pity on him.

Seeing you glower down at him, Reno stilled, a cheeky smile reaching his face. He had disturbed you while you were working on a thick stack of paperwork, again. He can be quite the yapper when he's around you. Snapping your hips down, he gasped, bucking himself wildly into your warm cunt. Look, he's not above whining if he's in your presence.

"You're really not gonna let me move? :(" He groans at your stern stare. "I know, I know. I was a tad reckless on this last mission, I'm sorry, honey. I'll make it up to you."

"You can make it up to me by being quiet and let me work. If you're good, maybe I'll deem you worthy enough to cum inside my cunt." Holy shit. Reno has never been so fucking turned on in his life.

Ignis

While he appreciates the practice in improving his healing techniques, Ignis isn't quite fond that you have become his primary companion in building said techniques. This time it was particularly gnarly and you were left with several gashes across your body from a fierce daemon attack. He had been ridiculously worried for your safety the moment he saw the creature send you flying back into the cliff side with a swipe of its beastly claws. He will be forever thankful to Noctis for being the first and closest to rush to your aid, allowing Gladio to slay the foul beast; cleaving its head from its miserable shoulders.

Helping you remove the last of your bloodied clothing, the chef clicked his tongue at your ruined, bloodied bandages already haphazardly unsticking from your chest and abdomen. Thank the gods the wounds were shallow enough to not need many stitches. Sitting at the edge of a hidden hot spring, Ignis was determined to help wash away the grime of the day now that your wounds had healed a bit more thanks to his delicious cooking.

"You worried me today, darling." Ignis spoke softly into the cool night, naked as the day he was born, barely audible above the roar of the waterfall. Not too far away, the rest of the group sleeps soundly around a warm, roaring campfire. Your pained expression made his heart ache and with a sigh, pulls you into his warm embrace. You press your nose against his neck and let out a shaky sigh. Ignis holds you a little tighter.

Easing into the pleasant warm water, Ignis wades into the shallow depths with your legs wrapped around his waist. There's a long stone, closest to the waterfall, smoothed into the vague shape of a bench over hundreds of years thanks to the minerals and magical properties of the water. Situated in his lap, your palms rest flat upon his shoulders leaning back to give him a look. Ignis smiles knowingly, unable to fight the adoring chuckle that leaves him.

"Even whilst injured you're so eager for my cock to fill you, hmm? What a tempter you are, darling. A little minx. Come here, I shall indulge a little." Always the one to treat you like glass, he softly slides his tip between your folds, pretty eyes slipping shut into a moan. He looked so pretty like this, biting his lip, and doing his best to stay quiet despite knowing that the prince loved a good show. "We are here to relax, not to fuck like rabbits--" Your slam yourself down onto his lap impatiently, cutting his monologue short. Ignis chokes out a scratchy moan, his hands shooting out to grip your hips. "No, you can't fuck me tonight, oh gods. Be good and sit still. I promise when you are healed, I'll breed you until all you can remember is my name." Ignis nipped at your earlobe in warning.

Gladiolus

Thunder rippled across the sky, dancing in tune with flashes of white-purple lightning. Heavy rain drizzled down the windows, only allowing for blurry glimpses of the outside world beyond the glass. It was chilly. Cold enough to dive deep into your closet to bring your heavier, thicker clothing out from hiding.

Gladio stoked low flames burning in the hearth to life, still choosing to be mostly bare-chested like a sociopath in this cold weather. Still nursing a wound on his lower abdomen, he took his movements slowly. But even when injured, Gladiolus craved physical contact with you. And if you're so cold, how about you come over here and he'll help warm you up a little? ;D

"Shit, dove. Can't believe I'm already all the way in," his deep voice grumbled, partially in disbelief. His cock is impossibly thick, stretching out your cunt wide. The sight alone makes him throb and if he wasn't injured, he'd be fuckin' jackhammering you into the sofa, insatiable, like a bear that found honey.

"Usually ya need more prep to take me. Have you been thinking about little ol' me this whole time?" The playful smack you give his shoulder makes him erupt into laughter, before instant regret makes itself known, and Gladio clutches his side with a wince. "Alright, alright. Don't make me laugh, cutie. M' sorry. C'mere, I'll keep you nice and warm from this frigid weather." Pulling a blanket off the back of the sofa, Gladiolus wraps it around your shoulders and pulls you against his warm chest.

Noctis

"Easy does it, you're still hurt from the fight-- I'm still hurt, too, just be- oh fuck," Noctis whined, bordering on a whimper, "--Careful--," The gasp he let out is sinful. His head falls back against his mass of soft, plush pillows supporting his head and upper body. Your walls pulse and throb around his weeping length, a deliciously slick noise echoing through his room as you sink down completely on his length.

Fighting through every instinct to buck himself into you, Noctis's hands find purchase on your hips. He breathes in deep, shallow gasps, stuttering and with a bit of drool. The sight alone is a heavenly gift from the Six. You throb deliciously around his cock, already collecting slick at the base. Sticky strings drip down your folds, clinging to his pubic bone as he not so subtly sleepily grinds himself into you.

Prompto

What could be more poetic and a clear sign that you and your boyfriend are soulmates than both of you getting bucked off of chocobos and suffering several semi-serious injuries of varied assortment? The tumble was enough to whiplash you two and were then forced by Ignis to stay at the hotel while he, Gladio, and Noctis were to go retrieve supplies in town for dinner tonight. Ignis already planned to have a stern talk with the vendors they'd rented the chocobos from.

To say the chef was perturbed was an understatement. Giving you what he called 'faulty skittish birds'. You and Prompto hadn't done anything to warrant getting tossed off your mounts. It had been a chain reaction. His had been startled first, kicking him off and yours, who had been directly behind his, followed suit. You hadn't noticed much at first until the pain burning beneath your skin grew and spread like wildfire from your wrist up to your shoulder. A broken wrist. Asphalt burned your palms and knees, completely scraped up and throbbing. The small pinpricks of red blood that surfaced from your abrasions were the only thing cooling down the heated, throbbing flesh of your new layer of skin now exposed. Your right knee had been scraped and banged up pretty good, with your ankle most likely twisted.

Prompto had fully broken his arm, being confined to a flimsy cloth brace while his arm remained in his cast-- he was just relieved it wasn't his dominant hand. So he could still take pictures without worry. His pretty freckled skin was also littered with scrapes and bruises.

"Just give me your list of what you need. I shall purchase them if I see them. We'll buy you two some desserts if we come across something especially delicious." Ignis promised, leaving with the boys not long after, Gladio giving a teasing wave as they left. They would definitely be gone for at least a couple hours.

Turning to look at Prompto, he gives you a bright smile managing a tiny thumbs up with his broken arm. The small scratches marring his freckled face make your heart ache. Today could've gone much worse than it did. You were thankful the worst was only broken bones.

"I know something I'd like for dessert." Prompto spoke aloud. His purple-blue eyes squinted into slivers as he grinned cheekily; a tiny flush of pink crossing his face. "We've got a bit of time. Think I could tempt you to hop on a different mount?" He giggled at his own joke, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What if I want to say yes to that ride?" You smirk at him, Prompto immediately going silent with flushed cheeks. He was good at fishing out flirtatious comments when it came to you, even after all these years together, but still wasn't able to handle them being given right back to him. Instantly he's scooting himself to rest his back against the headboard. He struggles with his belt buckle, wiggling down his jeans far enough to pull his cock out. Already dripping precum down his shaft.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, with the both of you dealing with broken limbs, each one on the opposite side. Prompto steadies you to the best of his ability, pushing your hips down onto his cock fully. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, held tilting back as you cover his neck in little kisses.

"Missed how warm you are, pretty. It feels like it's been forever." Prompto pants, half-lidded and oh so smiley. "Guys are always getting in the way, not lettin' me have any alone time with you. Wrap your arms around my shoulders. Need'ta touch you." He groaned.

Doing your best to avoid any bruises, you do as he says. Pressing his thumb to your clit, you gasp loudly. Prompto is quick to pull you into a firm kiss, stroking your clit with messy circles. Very thankful to have the shoddy motel room to yourselves.

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[sageteapost]

Hi! It's the same anon that requested the expanded dating hcs and I LOVED it 🤩💕

I'm hoping you don't mind me requesting more 😭 This time headcanons with all the Chocobros (separately) about their protectiveness levels? Maybe how would they react if someone threatens/ poses as a threat to their s/o or anything like that 👀

Tysm in advance and have a great day! 💖

| Protectiveness With the Chocobros HCs |

[ Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia x GN! Reader ]

Content: Self-explanatory! Mentions of violence, though not in graphic detail. Very small spoilers for a small piece of dialogue at the end of Episode Gladiolus, but nothing too significant. (All established relationships. All separate parings. Gender neutral reader.)

author's note: HEYYY ANON!! I'm so glad you like the headcanons for the Noctis post. And no worries!! I'm always happy to post about these boys. I love them dearly haha. If you wanted me to talk more about the threat being something towards their relationship/jealousy, let me know and I can do a separate post about it since that in itself is a different can of worms.

Noctis

Poor guy. The thought of that even crossing his mind makes him reel.

He's the Prince of Lucis, and while that helps in terms of security it still makes him very anxious. People who may not have the highest regards for him could go after you to get at him, which scares and angers him.

However, if someone or something made a threat against you for any reason, he's going to be pissed.

Majority of the time, he's going to get the Crownsguard on that person's ass for it. They're not getting out of this easily and Noct is not afraid to use his position.

Though he's not opposed to throwing hands himself, but you didn't hear it from me.

Protectiveness levels: Very High

Prompto

Let's get this out of the way first, if someone put you in a dangerous situation, he's abandoning what he's doing and probably his regard for his own safety to help you.

He's panicking, unlike Noct who's the prince and could easily get the help he needed instantly, Prompto would have to find it. Likely will drag in the guys (who will help him in return).

Compared to Noct, he doesn't have much of a reason to be extra protective since he's not royalty or born of a line of nobles like Gladio or Ignis.

He's less on trying to get any revenge on the person who did it, but more focused on how you're doing.

So, unless that person did something so damning, he's not going to tear them to pieces. Probably.

Protectiveness levels: Medium to Low

Ignis

Silently fuming and trying so hard to maintain his composure to not find them. And no, he's not going to kill them. Unless on the very rare circumstances he loses it, he won't.

Yes, he will try his best to remain calm and take the situation with caution, though part of him says otherwise.

Since he was Noct's caretaker when he was younger and swore to protect him, he had the experience of receiving threats like that. While that got personal sometimes, when it happens to you it's a whole different feeling he's not accustomed to.

Similar to Prompto, he's immediately tending to you first. Reassuring you (and himself) that you're okay and safe. But unlike Prompto he will definitely get people involved to bring that person to justice.

It's better for him and everyone in the end, just to preserve his sanity and integrity. Though he won't be opposed to be involved in some "personal" investigations.

Protectiveness levels: High

Gladio

Really hope whoever did threaten you knows how to defend themselves.

You know how Prompto mentions in Episode Gladiolus how he saved Noct from a bully one time and beat them up? Yeah, he's gonna rip them to pieces.

Not only is he serious when it involves being Noct's shield, but yours as well. Whoever dared to threaten you is not coming out without a black eye or some other injury because holy shit, he's furious.

You'd have to plead with him not to accidentally kill them or hope the guys are there to hold him back from going any further. Only then, thanks gods, he might back off.

He'd still be very upset afterwards and the harsh words from Cor will not help. But eventually with your presence, he'll cool off and apologize to you for seeing him like that.

Protectiveness levels: Very High

[xiiiwayfinders]

Love this fun little game where some friends go on a road trip and have fun and nothing bad ever happens and they all live happily ever after :)

[savage-rhi]

hi hope you’re well!! id like to request sharing a bed with ignis (or all ffxv boys! up to you!) for the first time please! like there’s only one bed or the booking at hotel went wrong ! it’s up to you! dw if you don’t want to do it :) love ur work!

"This is just peachy..." The sarcasm rolled off Gladio's tongue like molasses as he shot Ignis a glare. "You just had to let blondie down there take care of the booking."

Ignis sighed as he scrunched his legs up further into his chest, trying to give Gladio and their fifth guest more room at the front of the bed. He grunted before addressing the crude remark.

"Tending to Y/N at the time was more important than keeping an eye out on Prompto's sense of rationale."

"Hey!" Prompto exclaimed as he shot up from the foot of the bed. He shoved Gladio's left foot away, grimacing at the aroma that wafted from his calloused toes. "When the receptionist said they had a suite, I assume that means a big space. Where I'm from, a big space means more room which means having more than one bed!"

"There's a reason you didn't pass algebra." Noctis quipped. He earned a swift kick to his side from Prompto and nearly fell off the mattress while he yelped.

"You're one to talk Noct, you only passed the tenth grade cause you copied my material!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not--!"

"Guys, not for nothing, but I'd like to sleep." Y/N sighed.

"Y/N's right," Ignis muttered. "We have a big day ahead of us and it's already late. Let us try to make the best out of the situation."

"Fine, whatever." Noctis breathed. He adjusted his body, lying on his side and facing away from Ignis's legs. He thanked the gods for not being in Prompto's position when it came to catching a whiff of Gladio's feet. The swampy smell was still there from their time in Duscae, and Noctis let out a grunt when he felt nausea pool briefly in his chest.

"You okay down there, Noct?" Y/N asked.

"Yep!" Noctis sighed.

"Good," Y/N tried to keep their eyes upon the ceiling in a vain attempt to ignore the fact they were sandwiched in between both Ignis and Gladio. All the while, their feet were pressed upon Noctis and Prompto. Had they not felt self-conscious being amongst four guys in a single bed, Y/N would've seen the hilarity in all this. How the whole gang was basically crammed onto the mattress like a posse of clowns trapped inside a small vehicle.

"Uh," Y/N made a face as they snapped out of their thoughts. "Gladio, I think you're touching my butt."

"Sorry, my bad!"

"Y/N," Ignis turned his head, raising his voice ever so slight. "This may seem awkward, but we may be able to give Gladio and yourself more wiggle room if you bundle up to me."

"Smooth one, specs." Noctis teased. He let out a wince when Ignis not so subtly jabbed his face with his right foot. Prompto could be heard giggling into his palms at the incident.

Y/N growled a little in their throat. As much as they had grown to enjoy the antics of the boys, now was not the time. Nonetheless, they went through the motions. Their body curled up against Ignis until they were practically spooning the man from behind.

"Finally, I can stretch!" Gladio yawned. He gently reached over and nudged Y/N. "Thanks for taking one for the team."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Y/N muttered in reply. They felt Ignis reach for them, gently coaxing Y/N to put an arm around his waist.

"You sure this is alright?" Y/N tried to whisper against the back of Ignis's head.

"Positive," He replied. "Besides, this will lower the risk of having you wake in a compromising position with anybody."

Y/N quietly laughed at the remark. "Kinda late for that, but okay."

"He's a gentleman like that!" Prompto interjected. He let out an uncomfortable sigh as he moved around, causing the bed to creak. "Gladio, buddy, do you think you can move? You're taking up my side of the bed."

"Your side of the bed?!" Gladio exclaimed, feeling the last straw break the camels back. "This whole bed should've been my side of the bed but you screwed up!"

"And here I thought you liked slumber parties!" Prompto jabbed playfully.

"I outta--!"

"Hey!" Noctis rose up. "You two, shut the hell up and go to sleep! Enough of the cat fight!"

"How about you shut up for a change?" Gladio countered.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Guys, c'mon...I already gotta smell Gladio's fungus feet and I don't want the bed turning into a battle arena!"

"Fungus feet?!"

Y/N shook their head against Ignis, letting out a sigh of disbelief as the commotion between the three pressed on. The gentle squeeze Ignis offered had them slightly perk up.

"They're always like this," Ignis reassured. "And the feelings are mutual, by the way."

The tired reply Ignis gave had Y/N smile from ear to ear, and somehow they could feel themself drifting away among the bantering. Tomorrow would come soon.

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[zzprompto]

hey-hey! i hope you're doing well, love your writing <3

if you can, could i ask for the ffxv boys (prompto, noctis, ignis, gladio) with a male reader who's in a band? preferably implied to be a poly romantic thing with them (unless you don't do poly, platonic is good!) you can pick whatever format you feel like! :]

☆ our boy's in a band

ffxv boys x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

"i can't wait to see him!" prompto's voice echoed throughout the halls, he was clearly excited about something. ignis hummed and nodded in agreement, so did noctis.

"yeah, he looked amazing tonight." gladio responded to prompto's comment, letting out a small sigh as an image in his mind appeared about this 'he'.

the men kept walking through the hallways, backstage in a venue. they were all giddy, and practically buzzing with excitement just to see this 'he'.

eventually, the group reached a dressing room. ignis decided to knock lightly on the door, waiting for a response or for someone to open the door for him and the group behind him.

a few seconds pass, but the door creaks open. a man is standing at the other side of the door, looking quite tired but his face lights up as soon as he sees the men infront of him.

"[name]!" the group call out, all rushing to hug the man. they all throw themselves on top of [name], each trying to steal a kiss from their boyfriend.

a light chuckle escaped [name]'s lips as he tried to pull his boyfriend's off. he wanted his space, a little air to breathe and preferably a warning if he was to get crushed once again.

"well it's good to see you all too." [name] finally spoke up, a smile on his face as he looks over at the group infront of him. they all looked back in awe, prompto rushing to hog [name] for himself.

"oh babe! you looked so good out there today! you were so amazing!" prompto cooed, squeezing [name] as tightly as he could before someone else stole him away. [name] smiled at prompto and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "thank you." [name] whispered back.

then, gladio pulled [name] out of prompto's arms so the man could rest in his own muscular arms. "you were so handsome and sexy up on that stage." gladio purred, placing a few kisses to [name]'s neck. [name] responded with a few laughs, finding the way gladio's facial hair scratched his neck to be quite ticklish.

"yes, you were quite fascinating on stage my dear." ignis piped up, walking towards [name] to place a kiss on his forehead. ignis then moved gladio's arms off of [name], worried the poor man might get squished. instead, ignis let gladio hold onto his hand.

noctis was the last one to come up to [name], wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to nuzzle himself in the other man's neck. he seemed to be more tired than [name] even though he wasn't the one performing.

"mhm.." noctis hummed in agreement to what everyone else said previously. he just seemed to be more interested in getting home to sleep, just like [name].

"you two look very tired." ignis comments, taking a look at his partner's faces. there's a small frown wanting to form on ignis' lips. his heart aches as he sees how tired noctis and [name] look. "i guess we should get going now. unless you have to go get your fans to cheer for you again, [name]?" ignis asked, almost as if he was teasing his boyfriend.

[name] rolled his eyes, letting his own arms wrap around noctis. "no, i don't need to have my fans cheer for me." [name] responded to ignis with a hum. "the only people i need to cheer for me are you guys." [name] smirked.

prompto started to holler at [name]'s words, gladio and ignis joining in with laughs of their own. prompto then practically jumps over to [name], giving him a kiss on the lips. noctis groans and he pushes prompto away, wanting to be the only one in [name]'s arms right now.

"well, if that's the case i think we can go to the car and drive home, yes?" ignis suggests and all of the men nod along to him. "let's go then." ignis continues, taking hold of prompto's hand to drag him to the car.

gladio walked over to [name], shaking noctis off of him to pick up the other man. "a reward for your impressive work today, my prince." gladio smirked, kissing [name]'s forehead and picking him up.

noctis groans once again, glaring at gladio for stealing away his warmth. he just sighed, not bothering with his boyfriend. he just followed him, and his other boyfriends, to the car.

the group walked over to the car, squeezing inside as best as they could. ignis started driving off back home, engaging in conversation with his boyfriends. they all laughed and talked with eachother on the way home.

suddenly, [name] realised something and his eyes widened.

"oh shit. i forgot all my stuff back in the dressing room.." [name] mumbled.

ignis immediately stopped the car and he turned back around. everyone groaned and sighed at [name], shaking their heads.

"[name]!" prompto whined, turning around in his seat and pouting at his boyfriend. "how could you!" prompto continued, acting as if [name] had done the worst thing in the world.

"it's not my fault you guys dragged me out of the dressing room so quickly! it's not my fault you guys wanted to see me and snuggle up to me so badly!" [name] chuckled at prompto. the blonde pouted, turning back around in his seat with his arms crossed over our chest.

"i guess we were just too eager to see our band boy." gladio teased, pressing a kiss to [name]'s cheek. noctis and ignis hummed in agreement, ignis continuing to drive back to the venue.

the group couldn't wait for [name]'s next performance, to have another moment like this. but, they hoped [name] wouldn't end up leaving his stuff again.

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Mayhem (Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader) [Soulmate AU]

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"ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴠᴇ, ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴀʀᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʟɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴏʀɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ 'ꜰᴀʀᴇᴡᴇʟʟ'."

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. 2. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴜ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ (ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ) ᴀʀᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ.

— You lost! Show it! — Gladio shouted right next to [Reader's] ear.

— You cheated — she gasped, clutching the wooden sword.

— All's fair in love and war!

— We're not at war, we're just doing training exercises — the little girl replied.

She wasn't happy with the sparring result but she kept her promise. She rolled up her sleeve, revealing the tattoo on her forearm. The black line formed an ornately written "Farewell"

— I was hoping for something better.

— Do not get smart up. You don't have the skill yourself yet.

— It won't be easy to find a soulmate with something like that. I hope my skill will be better.

The girl didn't want to admit it but she was thinking exactly the same thing. Many people were given simpler instructions. She has always dreamed of a timer or a red thread. They didn't require much attention. Meanwhile, she was given a word that anyone could have said to her.

— Maybe I'll hear my soulmate say goodbye to someone? Or will this be a slogan describing our entire relationship? You know... we'll be such a nice couple that we won't want to be apart?

***

[Reader] stared at the three friends who had come to the training ground. She was glad Noctis wasn't with them.

She thought no one would come here in the middle of the night. She had been able to avoid meetings over the past few days but it seemed like that wasn't the case this time.

— I don't want to talk to you.

She swung her sword, practicing the sequence.

— Listen, you can just sit here for me but he doesn't want to go anywhere without you...

Gladiolus didn't finish his sentence because Prompto kicked him in the ankle with all his might.

— How can you say such things to a girl? — Prompto was outraged. — Sorry, I have to send a text message quickly. — He took out his phone.

Ignis looked at the other two and sighed. He adjusted his glasses. He felt the need to do this whenever he got irritated.

— Why are you avoiding the prince?

— Damn it! We all know why. We are not making idiots of ourselves.

King's Shield was tired. He wanted to put the whole trip behind him. Altissia was far from Insomnia. They had a long journey ahead of them and he felt like he was babysitting Noctis instead of preparing for it.

The prince insisted that he wanted to see [Reader] at his wedding to Lunafreya. He proposed it to her and she awkwardly excused herself and they haven't seen each other since.

— Wait... so we know why she's avoiding him? — Prompto frowned in concentration.

It took him a few seconds to understand what Gladiolus was talking about.

— Aaah... That's what you mean... — He tapped his forehead lightly.

— Let's end this circus. You're coming with us. Even the king said it was a great idea.

— He didn't give me an order.

[Reader] knew she was arguing like a little child but she had a hard time hiding her reluctance.

— Stop being so selfish! — Gladio knocked the training sword out of her hand.

He did it easily. He surpassed her in terms of physical strength. Not to mention his skills were next level.

He froze the moment he saw her face. The moonlight helped him see tears in the corners of his eyes. She turned her head to wipe them gently.

He felt guilty.

They had been friends since childhood.

— Damn it! — He pinched the bridge of his nose. — I'm sorry, okay? I'm just... fed up with it.

Ignis didn't say anything. He looked at him reprimandingly and Gladio realized that he was in for a good sermon. Ignis took an embroidered handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the girl. She accepted it gratefully.

— It's not your fault... none of you... Let's be honest, neither is it Noctis's fault. But so what? Should I be a bridesmaid at a wedding I don't want to see? Watch someone I've been in love with for so many years get married? Congratulate my rival with whom I never stood a chance? I want Noctis to be happy but... that doesn't mean I have to watch it all.

The girl felt all the emotions she had been carrying since the announcement of the engagement slipping away. Grief gripped her heart and the words stuck in her throat. Her fingers tightened around Ignis's handkerchief. There was a deafening silence, broken only by the night chirping of crickets.

The friends looked towards the entrance. She followed their gaze.

He stood there.

— We'll leave you two alone — Prompto suggested.

He hoped [Reader] wouldn't find out that he was the one who notified Noctis via text message. Otherwise he would be in big trouble.

— I think we need to talk — said the prince.

— You didn't overhear everything? — she asked bitterly.

Blue eyes stared at her intensely.

— I want you to tell me about it properly now.

— NO. — She sat down on the stone wall. — Do you know why? Because it doesn't make sense. I won't change anything.

— You know...

— I know! You are responsible for Lucis... And you will be king one day... And you love Lunafreya... And we need this marriage...

Noctis looked at the brightly shining moon above his head.

It was as if in its light he could no longer hide anything.

He felt he had failed as a friend.

He knew for a long time. He just never wanted to let that thought come to the fore. It was easier to push it to the bottom of his mind and tell himself it was just a delusion. He was afraid to face a feeling he didn't reciprocate.

— [Reader], if you had told me earlier...

She felt a pang in her chest. He had no soulmate skill. Fate didn't decide for him. He chose Luna of his own free will.

— I wouldn't change anything. You love each other and I want you to be happy but please — she took a deep breath — don't make me go there. My heart can't bear it.

In her imagination she saw a beautiful bride. Blond curls were tied up in a high bun and the white dress rustled with every step. The Oracle held a bouquet of her favorite blue flowers as she looked for her fiancé.

Her fingers gripped the stone tightly.

He could give an order if he wanted.

— Then stay... but promise me our friendship won't end like this.

The prince felt that the thread that had connected them for a long time was breaking. He wanted desperately to save it, even though he felt it was over. All the years they spent together were gone.

— I promise that I will come after the wedding, together with your father, when I get myself together a bit. — She headed towards the exit.

— Farewell — he said with a slight smile.

She glanced briefly at the tattoo that had been with her for many years.

She didn't answer him.

***

— What is it about? — Noctis asked.

Ignis entered the room with a newspaper in his hand.

— Read it.

The Fall of Insomnia , said the headline. Gladiolus read it aloud, feeling growing anxiety.

— Is this some joke?

The prince wanted to tear out the newspaper and make sure he had heard correctly.

— There was an attack. The Imperial army has occupied the capital — Gladio continued. — The Treaty Room flashed brightly. Explosions were also heard. When the smoke cleared, the king was found... dead. — Gladio looked up.

— No... But... Wedding... Altissia...

— I know. That was the plan but... all the headlines in town can't be wrong.

Ignis looked at Noctis with regret. There was no way there could be a mistake.

The boy felt his heart beating fast and a cold sweat break out on him.

— Liars! — he shouted. — We have to check that.

— Shall we turn back? — Prompto assured.

— Yes.

***

— Betrayal! Protect His Majesty!

[Reader] managed to kill three opponents before she fell to the ground. Lights flashed all around and a loud explosion deprived her of hearing.

She put her fingers to her chest in surprise. A red, sticky liquid flowed from the deep wound. She tried to make a sound but was interrupted by darkness.

***

— Maybe these will be the last words you hear from him? He'll see you and decide it's time to say goodbye or something — he laughed.

— Gladio, I'm going to kill you!

— I'd like to see you try — said the new, short, dark-haired boy.

He poked his head out from behind one of the pillars and curiously walked to the middle of the training ground.

— I think it's time for me to introduce you to the spoiled prince. Noctis Lucis Caelum and his titles that I don't feel like listing...

[flowers-of-tenebrae]

How It Could've Gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

(Happy 8th anniversary to FFXV!)

[tomolari]

Hello again! again! Sorry for the long absence! There were health reasons for that!

[the-blind-geisha]

The Bride of the Four Horsemen - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - The Red Rider of Blood - War

1 of 2 added chapters as a commission from destinidestati! Thank you so much for your support~! Another chapter will be added either later this week or early next!

When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, “Come.” And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him. 

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Arcadia | The Wheelhouse

I opened the doors leading to the control room in haste. The front of the airship was seemingly only accompanied by Ignis and a few others who pledged themselves to us and our cause. Hearing them open, my husband turned to greet me. Even without sight, there were times he always surprised me with how acute his other senses were.

“Where is Noctis?” I asked, breathless from my swift and exhausted run through the airship. 

“Fociaugh Hollow, my Bride,” Ignis answered, his tone harboring concern for my own. “He was looking into a small lead in regards to a powerful daemon he hoped to quell.” He met me halfway, opening his hand for me to take. “Is something the matter? You sound.. distressed.”

It was a dream. That’s what I had to tell myself, but there was some truth buried within that ‘dream’ that had me rattled to my core. My fingers caressed his open palm, trying to find comfort in his presence alone. “I had a vision of sorts.”

Ignis’ lips thinned as if already dreading what I were to say. Seems without me even speaking that horrid man’s name, he knew Ardyn was possibly involved.

“I was… I was warned that something could be happening to Gladio in Altissia at this moment.”

“Who warned you of this?”

I shook my head at his desire to pry. “It matters not! What concerns me is that they could be right. We have more enemies there than friends, and I was told only that he ventured with Aranea there for—for something.”

Ignis hummed in thought, glancing away to collect his thoughts on the matter. “He never spoke with me about this. I was even unaware he was heading there to begin with.” There was a bit of pain laboring his tone as he spoke.

I understood why, as those two seemed to share a lot with one another. Just as Ignis and I had our fair share of secrets, I wouldn't doubt those two had the same.

[kozumebunny]

Sorry to return from the dead like this but I require assistance in finding a fanfiction/head canon post.

All I remember is it was a final fantasy 15 post and it was an android au? I remember it had Noctis being Noct1.5, a malfunctioning droid with high independence. I remember it having ignis being a broken down office bot(?) but reader finds him in the dumpster and fixes him up and they like live together???

I tried google search and idk if it’s just been zapped or what but any help is appreciated 🙏

[cherubfae]

𝔣𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 || {𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶}

ft. Gladiolus, Ignis, Noctis, Prompto, Sephiroth, Reno, Zack, & Cloud

tags: nsfw, smut, gn!afab!reader, established relationships, masturbation, oral, size kink, strength kink, comfort/loving, creampie, rough sex, biting, breeding kink, i tried researching lmao

Gladiolus: The Clasp

Anything that lets him show off his strength! He likes being your big, strong protector and using his body as a tool to his advantage. He's so much bigger than you, his shadow often dwarfs your own, a reminder that he will always keep you safe.

Instructing you to wrap your arms tight around his neck, he smiles when your eyes meet his. Slick cock sliding against your hole, bumping against your sweet spot, he pushes into you slow and deep. With your legs around his waist, Gladio grips you tightly, groaning as he bottoms out inside of you.

He is so strong and his stamina is something to shudder at. If you want to top him, he's all for it! He just really enjoys you handing over the reigns and letting him not only show off but to please you in every way that you deserve! Gladiolus loves being able to fuck himself into you when you're pressed up against the nearest wall, laughing at how your little hole clenched around his thick cock. He nips and kisses at your throat, eager to feel you cum around him. It makes him absolutely ache.

Ignis: Missionary

For the most part, Ignis likes to keep things pretty simple and routine. That's not to say he doesn't enjoy other positions, but missionary gives him the best view of you. He loves being able to dote on you, to see your reactions close-up, and learn what exactly makes you tick.

When he's feeling especially needy, he makes you hold your thighs to your chest with his hand. His intense eyes fixate on where his cock meets your hole, transfixed on the way your body so eagerly sucking his tip in, begging to pull him in deeper.

His voice gets really husky when he's close, his accent thick, almost growling out of pure lust. Ignis lives to praise you, intertwining your hands and begging to cum together.

Noctis: The Butterfly

Being the one on bottom can sometimes make him really shy, so he prefers to be on top! Noctis is a service top through and through. If he's really tired but still really needs you and wants you both to get off, Noctis is pretty partial to the spooning position. It's just sooo easy for him to slip into your hole from behind. Letting his hands rub and stroke any part of your skin he can reach, littering the back of your neck with hickies, panting hotly, eyes trained on how well you take his cock.

When he has a bit more energy, he loves using the butterfly position! With your ass hanging off the edge of the bed, your legs propped up on his shoulders. He's sweet, stroking the soft skin of your thighs, losing himself completely; rutting into your hole with even, smooth thrusts.

Noctis isn't super vocal, mostly soft grunts and pleased sighs, but you can easily tell when he is feeling really good. How his head tilts back, mouth open in a low groan, and his blunt fingernails dig into the meat of your thighs. He lovessss the sound of the freaking bed beneath his thrusts and loves being able to make you feel good too!

Prompto: Cowgirl

Honestly, he's good with anything!! Sweet baby just prefers to be able to see your face! Prompto needs it like he needs air to breathe. He's certainly not opposed to positions like doggy, being able to jump himself into you from behind is great, it can just make him feel disconnected if he's not able to see your face or your reactions.

He wants to know that he's doing okay! That you're not in any pain or discomfort! Sex with him will be loving and fun. And while not opposed to quickies, Prompto would rather be able to take his time with you. He doesn't like calling it fucking, because that's not what you two are doing.

Prompto gets really whiny and whimpery. He's a very vocal man. Unable to control his soft moan when you sink down on his cock, cheeks ablaze, his hands flying to grip your waist firmly. It not only helps keep you balanced when you ride him, but also helps keep him tethered to reality. That you're real and this is really happening. That he gets to make love to you.

He also doesn't mind helping you carry the burden by keeping your thighs parted in his strong grip, thrusting into you from below in a cowgirl's helper pose. Last thing he wants is you sore in a not fun way :((

Cowgirl allows him to look at your face all he wishes with his back resting on the pillows. At any moment if you're too tired or if your leg starts cramping, he'll flip you two over (without pulling out if he can do so), and lie you back against soft sheets. Missionary is also pretty great too.(:

Sephiroth: Doggy-Style

Biter. He is possessive, a biter. A claimer. There's something so hot about having you face-down on the bed, white-knuckling the sheets as Sephiroth pounds into you from behind. He has a massive creampie kink and he's not gonna stop filling your hole until he is completely satisfied.

He's gonna fuck his cum back inside of you with his fingers, spreading his seed all around your hole. Nipping at your shoulder, he slams himself into you, using his strong weight to keep you pinned to the bed relishing in the sounds of your desperate moans and the bed wildly creaking; the headboard snapping against the wall hard enough to chip the paint.

If you're lucky, perhaps he'll decide to breed you, whether or not you're physically able to carry his child or not. He's gonna make you take every load you have to offer.

Reno: The Tight Squeeze

This man exudes switch energy and he's pretty versatile when it comes to the bedroom! Before doing anything, he loves oral. Reno thinks it's so fucking hot when he works his tongue over you, lapping over your sweet spots. His fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you pinned to the bed. He's messy, sloppily making out with your most intimate parts. He's gonna make you cum on his tongue before he even thinks about sinking his cock inside of you.

Moving you into the position he'd like most, Reno lies you down your tummy. Pressing his weight against your back, his hands rest on top of yours. Kisses soft like butterfly wings press along your shoulder; loving and sweet. Slowly he pushes himself inside of you from behind. Your legs remain straight while his legs are slightly spread, framing the backs of your thighs. Every thrust is sensual and deep, molding you to the shape of his thick cock.

Zack: Speed Bump

It's a lot like doggy style but has you lying down on your tummy with a pillow beneath your hips. The last thing Zack wants is for either of you to accidentally strain a muscle when trying to make the other feel good.

Warm hands stroke your back, settling down at the base of your spine just above your buttocks. Weepy cock slides between your cheeks, getting you nice and wet for him, his hips dropping a few inches lower to sink himself into your main hole.

It depends on his mood but he can be loud or he can be more quiet, letting subtle whimpers fall from his cute, kiss-bitten lips. His mind feels like putty, only able to focus on grasping handfuls of your ass and thrusting you backwards onto his dick. If he's not careful, he's gonna cum all too soon.

Cloud: The Rocking Horse

Not really one to have a preference, Cloud can be pretty fluid. One day he might prefer missionary to doggy-style, and then another he'll lose himself with you sitting on his lap facing him with his cock buried as deep as it can go. He's rather smug with how you gasp and whine at his neck, stroking your naked skin. Cloud adores the close skinship, just being able to snuggle close.

He likes how intimate it is. Allowing him to hone on how warm you are. Every clench of your hole around his cock and soft, breathy whimper. He definitely doesn't mind taking things slow especially after that initial first stretch of his cock rubbing along your walls. He gives you all the time you may need to adjust. With his hands on your waist, Cloud slowly rolls his hips against yours holding you close. A featherlight touch traces patterns over your body, marking an invisible map.

It's also the easiest way for him to pull you into a kiss. Sex needs to be slow and intimate for him sometimes. A breather. He wants to be able to take his time, to touch you all over, because he knows sooner rather than later; you always end up milking his cock so, so good. He's also a big fan of cockwarming.

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[sageteapost]

hi hi this is @banananami !!! you said to send anything to you so ^_^

i’ve been thinking about how it must be sooo hard to do anything alone with the chocobros significant other???? like trying to flirt or go on a date or anything like that because the other guys are there or will try tag along or something like that 😭😭😭 i feel like this would happen to ignis the most idk why 😭😭😭 i was gonna write something on this but i couldn’t portray it right 😭

❝Hmm, I see..❞

[(A/N): OMG ABSOLUTELY HAHA. And I totally agree that it would happen Ignis.]

Tags: Nothing major, just some banter. I decided to make this a little drabble if that's okay. (It's mostly Ignis though.)

Ignis would try to tolerate it at first. Keyword, try. He truly cares for the guys to death and if you're okay with it, he probably won't bat an eye. I mean, if you wanted them to tag along sometimes, he probably will allow it.

But he does have a limit, after all he does want to spend time with his significant other by himself. And definitely the kind to voice it to them with max composure.

As for the others, Gladio is kinda similar to Ignis. He'll tolerate the others for a bit but will eventually be like "Hey, do you mind?"

I think Noctis will lose it after a bit. Again, he loves the guys to bits but jeez, let him have some privacy with his significant other, damn it!

Poor baby Prompto may have a hard time saying something for a while. But since the guys usually do everything together, he's kinda used to it.

[queen-anarchys-writingzone]

FFXV Masterlist

i dont know if i wanna post this here to keep my FFXV on my other blog, but for now i will link my other blog and think from there

FFXV Blog - @ffxv-chocoheadcanons

All the Bros

New years Headcanons - Bros

Falling madly in Love - Bros

Broken Glass (Poly Bros x Reader)

Happy Birthday Love (Poly Bros x Reader)

A Pillow and a Tiger (Poly Bros x Reader)

Burnt Dinner (Poly Bros x Omega Reader)

Distant (Poly Bros x Omega Reader)

Gladiolus Amicitia

Gladio the baby magnet

[savage-rhi]

oh you like this song? oh you want to dance to it? oh you want to dance to it with me? oh it’s a love song? oh we have to slow dance? oh

Gladio/prompto? It would be so cute!

It had been a tedious day for the boys in more ways than one. If they weren't getting chased around by creatures, they were running around doing errands for locals between Gladin Quay and Duscae. All of them couldn't wait to turn in for the evening, and hopefully not have a rinse and repeat come tomorrow. For as much as the boys loved their adventures, everyone needed a break.

While Ignis and Noctis decided to explore a potential campsite area a few miles away on foot, Prompto and Gladio chose to stay behind with the Regalia. The car stereo crackled to life as Prompto fiddled with the dial, finally landing on a melodic tune that filled the air with a zesty hum. Gladio, lounging in the back with his feet confidentially resting on the drivers seats head, raised an eyebrow as he watched Prompto step out of the car and began to sway his hips to the rhythm.

Gladio huffed. "We could've used that energy earlier with the Anak stampede..."

"It's not my fault I got claustrophobic!" Prompto said in his defense. As he continued to dance, a playful grin spread across his face when he caught onto Gladio's right foot moving with the beat as the pace picked up. "Oh, you like this song?"

"Yeah," Gladio admitted with a chuckle. "It's got a nice ring to it."

Prompto's eyes sparked with mischief. "Wanna dance with me?"

Gladio did a double take, his brow furrowed slightly as he stared at him. "Dance? Here? Now?"

"Why not?"

"We're in the middle of a desert."

"So what?"

"So..." Gladio really had no counter argument, aside from giving Prompto a flat out no. His voice rumbled as he growled under his breath. "What if Iggy and Noct see us?"

Prompto laughed. "Soo...you are considering it?"

"Shut up," Gladio sighed. Despite feeling tired, he had to admit to being restless. What the hell. Maybe dancing around with Prompto like a monkey for a little bit would help him blow off some steam.

Prompto nearly fell over himself when Gladio stepped out of the car, and he wasted no time pulling the taller man into the fray. The two laughed as they started to move on their on accord. The early night was warm with the stars casting a soft glow around them.

Over time, the music enveloped both Prompto and Gladio as they went through several songs, not realizing how the open night air began to feel intimate. As the latest song died, and gave birth to a slower tempo, they both stopped to catch their breath.

"Sure got the wiggles, don't you?" Gladio chortled, his hands resting on his knees.

"I told you, I hate feeling cooped up!" Prompto smiled.

"And then some," Gladio smirked. "Looks like you can do everything, dance wise. Even the damn Cactaur Jive."

"Heh, I guess I'm talented!" Prompto's smile faltered. His hand scratching behind his head. "Actually, I'm not so good at formal dancing. Y'know, like court stuff."

Gladio was taken back. "Are you serious?"

"Hmm hmm. To be honest I've wanted to come clean about that to Noct cause...well, with his wedding coming up with Luna, I just--ah forget it!" Prompto sighed.

Gladio stood up fully as his expression softened, a hint of a smile tugging the corners of his lips. "Y'know I could show you right?"

"R-really?"

Gladio nodded proudly. "Everyone in the kingsguard had to learn at some point, so I know a thing or two. C'mon. It's easy!"

He wasted no time pulling Prompto into his arms, hands taking position and guiding him where to go. There was no chance for the latter to pull away or have second thoughts as Gladio immediately began his instruction. It didn't take long for Prompto to settle into the flow after a few stumbles, and just as he was beginning to feel confident, did he realize the song that was playing now was romantic.

"This is a pretty...lovey dovey, dontcha think?" Prompto smiled nervously while his cheeks flushed. He noticed Gladio didn't pay it any mind, seemingly elsewhere.

"I guess so," Gladio finally replied. He met Prompto's gaze in full, smiling as he heard the latter's breath catch.

"It's okay we're doing this, right?" Prompto whispered.

Gladio nodded, his hands finding their way to Prompto's waist, pulling him closer. "Yeah, it's alright. You're learning, aren't ya?"

"Yeah," Prompto nodded. "Yeah, I am!"

As they swayed gently to the music, Prompto and Gladio both felt warmth spread through their bodies. All the problems of the day faded until it was just the two of them, wrapped up in each other's presence and enjoying a moment. The song played on, a beautiful backdrop to a perfect snapshot.

From afar, Ignis and Noctis returned from scouting. Their jaws nearly dropped to the ground as they tried to process what they were looking at.

"So," Ignis cleared his throat. "Are you going to interrupt their mating dance or shall I?"

Noctis shook his head, gesturing toward the pair. "I don't know what this is. I don't know what I'm looking at, and I sure as hell don't want to get involved."

"What about moving the Regalia to camp?"

"Pfft, screw that." Noctis laughed, blushing from second hand embarrassment as he sighed. "Looks like the car is gonna be theirs now."

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[sole-soul-survivor]

Someone needs to tell me I’m making bad decisions

Because I just started another fan fiction.

It’s also a Princess story au-

It’s a Cinderella Story based off FFXV

Disclaimers:

Slightly canon-divergent. This will be happy, like, pretty damn happy if I can help it.

Cindy’s parents were Lucis nobility, Cid is still a top-class engineer in Hammerhead don’t worry. Still very hick because I like him that way.

Ardyn is less of a threat but he is the big bad of this story. He’s gonna be Ardyn icky Izunia still, but he’s not going to be as big of a threat as he is in the game 💀

There will be heavy mentions of abuse and neglect, it’s a Cinderella story-

Also the main ship is the Chocobros, gonna air that out right now. They all deserve so much love so I’m giving them each other.

-Summary-

Prompto hadn’t asked to be brought to the Aurum Estate, hadn’t asked to be raised by Ardyn Izunia to become an assassin alongside his clone of a brother Loqi, and hadn’t asked to usurp the Aurum family line in favor of establishing themselves in Lucis high society. Cindy was always kind to him, whenever she wasn’t in Hammerhead with her Grandfather in order to escape her horrible step-father Lord Izunia, that is.

He’d been raised to kill. He knew that. It had been drilled into him from his first steps.

But the moment he’d hesitated, that’s when hell swallowed him up. Because when you’re bred and raised to do something you wish not to pursue, the only intelligent thing to do is to initiate behavioral protocol. Obedience training, is what Ardyn had called it.

Prompto grew up isolated, unknowing of his true origins due to the fact that Ardyn couldn’t trust him with the information after he’d acknowledged that Prompto wasn’t going to fulfill his ‘purpose’. And, unfortunately for Ardyn, getting rid of Prompto would be suspicious. So Prompto was made to do the estates hard labor. While attending school to clarify appearances.

But he had a secret, one he’d never share with Lord Izunia, not even for the world.

Crown Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum was his best friend. The only person who ever seemed to understand him.

And also his ‘intended’ target.

So Prompto exists in this life of constant secrecy and repetition. And when his best friend’s three-day birthday festival and ball is brought to life throughout the kingdom, all he wants to do is be there to support him.

That is his only wish, until the idea of leisurely fun at the festival is scraped from his mind upon hearing his family’s plan of action.

Loqi was to assassinate the prince within those three days. And Prompto was banned from interfering.

So naturally, he’s granted the opportunity to attend and save the life of his friend due to a mysterious stranger in their downstairs garden.

Imagine his surprise when this leads him into the arms of three men on each night of this festival.

Three beautiful nights.

Is that all it takes to erase the past? To forgive Prompto for every horrible thing he’d ever been trained to do?

Just three nights?

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This isn’t the official summary don’t worry, these are just my thoughts on the plot so far. I hear that ffxv has been brought back to life a bit recently so here I am trying to help the noble cause.

[itsgeecheebitch]

TITLE: Until Darkness Descends

CHAPTER: 19

RATING: Explicit

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

PAIRING: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

      “For the last time I can handle it.” You said. The puncture wound on your left shoulder throbbed and pulsed like a beating heart. But you gritted your teeth against the pain and continued to suck the poison out of your body with your healing energy. The product of your endeavor glistened on your forehead. 

       The poison surged through your body like a lightning bolt. Your vision doubled and your tongue felt like lead in your mouth. It was bad enough that you were losing focus, and fast, but your comrades insisted on bickering at you as though you had enough mental energy to spare. 

        Yellow liquid bubbled to the surface, but refused to escape your wound. You applied more energy to your palm, eyebrows creased together, and your limbs vibrating with the effort. 

         Gladiolus scoffed, “handle it, my ass. You just got hit by a scorpion, who knows how poisonous it is.”

        “Yeah, don’t you think you should see a doctor?” Prompto interjected.

          “Wouldn’t hurt to go.” Noctis agreed. 

           A stab of frustration zipped through your chest. Did they really think that lowly of your abilities? You’re a healer, bestowed with the ability to handle worse injuries than this, and yet they insisted on crowding around you like a bunch of worried hens. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, your stomach swirled with worry. If they regarded your powers this lowly now then what would happen in the near future? Would they not trust you with an even more critical situation?

           The thought soured your gums. You had to prove to them that you could handle anything. What was the point of being their designated healer if you didn’t have their trust? You powered through the fatigue that locked you in a tight embrace. The skin around your eyes felt tight against your skull and your fingertips burned from the exertion. 

           When they said something else, you sucked your teeth and grimaced. “I don’t need a doctor. I am more than capable of handling this on my own.”

          “We’re not questioning your capabilities, Aera.” Came Ignis’ satiny smooth voice, “only suggesting that you confer with someone who has more knowledge on this type of poison than you do.”

            “Iggy’s right, you shouldn’t take chances on something like this.” Gladiolus said.

            Their words fell on deaf ears. You fumbled the ball on your first real battle, you couldn’t risk giving up on your first real emergency. If you did then the boys would never trust you to look after them. 

            Air bubbles burst in your head. The orange landscape somersaulted as darkness devoured your vision. When you opened your eyes you were on the ground in your boyfriend’s arms. 

           “Aera!” Prompto cried. 

            “Are you alright?” Ignis asked. 

            Gladiolus frowned, “that’s it, I’m taking you to a hospital.” He said, the sharp edge in a voice left no room for debate. 

             Lifting you from the ground, Gladiolus began his trek back to Hammerhead with the boys in tow. You felt so stupid and useless. This was your one and only chance at proving your worth to your friends, proving you were worth the crown’s investment, and you blew it. Your hands vibrated like an angry rattlesnake in your lap.

            You thought you'd gotten stronger. All the time you’ve spent in the royal courts, all the training you’ve endured, all wasted in a blink of an eye and all because of that nasty migraine that tore through your skull. But you didn’t understand, you haven’t suffered from a migraine in two whole years, so why now?

       What had changed, what triggered it? The image of that enigmatic figure towering over the scene of the fight, plastered itself onto your brain. That person you thought you saw, was that really Ardyn or just a figment of your imagination? You swallowed. Hallucinations were never something you had to contend with before, but apparently you have to deal with them now since whatever you saw wasn’t truly there.  

      Your scalp squeezed your skull. A needle punctured your temple, bringing with it another piercing earth shattering throb. You groaned and became boneless in Gladiolus’ arms. The small town peeked through the desert haze. Before you knew it, you were back at Cid’s garage. 

        The man in question scowled upon seeing you and your friends. “Back so soon, huh?” He said. “Either yer tougher than you look or you botched the job, so which is it?”

          “Uh, neither?”, came Prompto’s perplexed reply. 

         Gladiolus took a step into the garage, along with the others. The line between your brows smoothed out the moment you were out of the sun’s glaring sight. But your skin was still sticky from the heat, the stifling dry air in the garage did nothing to abate the sweat that slid down your legs. 

           “We’re still on the job but my girl got hurt, know where the closest hospital is?” Gladiolus said. 

           The old man scoffed. “There ain’t no hospitals around these parts, that’s for city livin’”.

           “Then what should we do? Aera’s hurt!” Prompto cried, his blond brows pulled together in worry.

            “Calm down, we have a doctor,” was Cid’s vexed reply. “Leave her here and I’ll make a call.” His crotchety tone rolled over you in waves, you couldn’t believe he was a former acquaintance of the crown. How did king Regis, one of the most polite and kind people you knew, ever associate himself with someone as cantankerous as Cid?

            Gladiolus turned towards the others. “You guys go on ahead, I’ll stay here and make sure Aera’s good.”

         “In that case we’ll stay too.” Prompto chirped, he turned towards prince Noctis. “No teammates left behind right, Noct?”

          Before Noctis could reply, Cid said, “Don’t waste yer breath. Yer friend ain’t gonna keel over from a little scorpion poisoning.” Was it so obvious you were injured by a scorpion? You supposed that would be the most likely conclusion anyone would arrive at, given the gaping hole in your shoulder and the extermination contract in the prince’s hands. “Worse case she’ll be paralyzed in some places come noon. Y’all best run along, medical bills ain’t cheap.”

          “But-”.

            Noctis sighed, cutting off his blond friend’s response. “Let’s just get this over with.” He said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He addressed you next. “We’ll be back, Aera.”

            Gladiolus sat you down in the back of the garage where the fluorescent lights didn’t reach. His strong calloused hand brushed the hair away from your face. “We won’t be long, babe.” He promised and kissed you on your forehead. 

           Something shattered in your chest at the sight of friends disappearing through the sepia haze. You should be there with them. This wasn’t supposed to happen, you weren’t supposed to get injured. Entering the Lucian courts, from day one, it was drilled into you to never get hurt. Keep your distance while your comrades are engaged in combat. You understood the importance of your role as your friends’ healer. If anything were to happen to you, it could equal doom for anyone who depended upon your skills. 

            As if you haven’t learned the lesson before, you went and committed the biggest error you could’ve possibly made. You slouched in your chair. Anything could happen to Noctis and the others out there and here you were, sitting inside a swelteringly hot garage with an injured shoulder. The attack was avoidable. If only you didn’t get distracted, you would still be out there fighting alongside your comrades. You wonder what they must think of you now.

           ‘Do you really believe they would keep you in their little boys’ club the moment you become an inconvenience’? The memory of your dream filled your heart with lead. If they begin to view you as a liability what would that mean for you? Your place by their side, your purpose? Marching fiery ants stomped through your chest. Would they even view you as their friend anymore?

          The minutes ticked by at a mind-numbingly slow pace. By the time the town’s doctor visited you your arm was completely numb. After injecting you with an antidote he told you you should gradually regain feeling and mobility in your left arm over the next seven days, meaning you were completely useless until then. 

          A boulder dropped into the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t afford to be away from the action for that long. If anything were to happen to the prince, or Gladiolus, or anyone else you would never forgive yourself. Your throat constricted as though it was being stitched closed from the inside. 

          It’ll be fine. You told yourself, taking a large inhale before exhaling the stale air. Nothing bad would happen. Your friends would be fine, your arm would be completely healed by the beginning of next week, and you’ll be back in action better than ever. 

          The muscles in your throat relaxed and you sighed. By seven p.m tomorrow, you and the boys would be onboard the ferry heading for Altissa. Everything should be smooth sailing from there. Sure, it would suck having a dangling useless arm at your side during the wedding, but everything should go smoothly nonetheless. At least you hoped it would.