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Back to Basics: Three Musketeers

Hey there. Friendly neighborhood ghost passing through! ^^

Time for the rest of our Chocobros to shine!

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SFIC: Kisses with Luche Lazarus - 24

I send you love from one Vice-Captain~  

MASTERLIST | AO3

Tagging: @mp938368 @birdsandivory @mandakatt @leafshining @the-immortal-marshal @lazarustrashpit @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy

“A kiss doesn’t mean anything,” Luche replies smirking as he pushes you against the wall behind some curtains.

“If a kiss doesn’t mean anything, what would mean something?” you retort quietly feeling his fingers brushing against your neck gently.

“I could think of a few,” he whispers kissing your neck gently.

Biting your lips, you hear someone walking pass your hiding place. There was a pressure against your neck, you gasp out feeling his hot tongue against your skin.

“Shh,” Luche mumbles making your skin tickle from his breath, “don’t want to get caught.”

“Then pick somewhere else,” you mutter shivering as his hand trails up under your shirt.

“And lose the excitement? Never,” Luche purrs hotly against your lips capturing them with his tongue delving inside your mouth fighting for dominance. You moan feeling your legs shake while you grip his back tightly.

“Stop teasing, you asshole,” you mumble quietly pulling at his jacket stealing back a kiss twisting him up against the wall.

Luche grins lazily. Astrals, you wish you could wipe that smirk off his disgustingly beautiful face.

“You’re pouting,” Luche whispers smirking, “looks good on you.”

“Shut up,” you reply evenly kissing him as your hands pull at his hair. One of these days, you’re going to get him to submit to you.

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SFIC: Kisses with Luche Lazarus - 21

Hello hello! AYYYY!!!! I’m back with another kiss. I think it’s bittersweet so enjoy! <3

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Tagging: @mp938368 @birdsandivory @mandakatt @leafshining @the-immortal-marshal @lazarustrashpit @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy

If there are people who want on the tag list for this series, please message me. I’ve been out of the Kingsglaive loop for some time. <3

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Practice 🎈

✦ Noctis Lucis Caelum x Honey Naturae & Prompto Argentum (~) . : Word count: 1538 . : Warnings: SFW. Fluff. Kissing. Original Character. (Brotherhood timeline)

Summary: Being a teenager, fantasies and dreams are bound to steal your thoughts once in a while. Noctis lacks confidence and experience over a specific thing and the opportunity to try presents itself then- Friends have his back.

“So.. H-hm…”

How did they end in a situation like that? Noctis asked himself. Hanging around on his apartment to study for an upcoming test and do homework turned into a conversation about totally different topics and his tongue has slipped his inexperience on one matter.

Prompto only stared at him. Honey only blinked a few times, her bun bouncing a little as she tilted her head.

“You are saving them for Lady Luna?”

She had said it so earnestly and yet with a hint of wonder… but it wasn’t that far from the truth. It wasn’t a stray thought imagining the moment. Luna and him sitting somewhere, comfortably chatting before his eyes drifted lower to admire the pink cushions of her lips, leaning in to her and-

How would it be? How would it feel?

But never in his wildest dreams did he phantom the idea that he’ll have the chance of trying his ideas out but- well… Not every dream was perfect. Luna wasn’t there- now.

“Do you want to do it then, Prom?”

Sometimes he worried about how easy his friends came to solutions to tricky problems. Honey and Prompto were discussing the whole idea of being them their practice partner to avoid any scandalous headlines if he decided to try with someone else. Noct briefly wondered if they had his best interest in mind, always thinking he wouldn’t be doing stuff with people he didn’t trust.

“Guys-”

“I can do it, Noct. If you want to. No pressure.”, Honey commented, her palm all over Prom’s whining face.

It was all the more embarrassing when Honey was so focused on searching inside her makeup pouch for a different lip balm that the usual one she used.

Another one but the usual one she used to kiss Prompto… Because she was going to kiss him now. For practice.

He prayed to all the gods Gladio forgot how a clock worked and didn’t worry showing up early, because if he caught them in the act— A shiver ran down his spine.

Prompto was zealously playing with the yellow ball of the Lemon Drop balm he favored the most as he gave Noct a hearty combo of frown with a pout. That wasn’t so easy for him to swallow, the fact that his best friend was going to kiss his girlfriend. In. Front. Of. Him!

All claps issued.

“I have Apple, Orange Cream and Sweet Mint…and-”, Honey commented, rummaging through tubes and balm balls as they caught her eye. Yet Noct was more worried about other things.

“Whi-whichever is fine!”

“Ah? That’s not true! You have to choose!”, as Honey pouted, Noctis groaned in defeat.

Luna had the softest of lips, with a subtle but very much appealing sheen that made it so delectable, probably refreshing like a drink of water. Yet the idea of them being so pink and cute, probably sweet like the ripest berry… His mind could only think of-

“Berries is fine then.”

Noctis did his best to omit the Ta-da! that came with Honey showing him the hot pink orb she proceeded to unscrew to apply on her lips in a thick coat. The act on itself had Prompto biting his lips, probably regretting agreeing to all that when he could have those lips for himself.

“I’m not gonna end up beheaded, ri-right? For doing this with the royal heir and all- I’ll accuse Prom too.”

“WHA-?!”

“Heeey, we’ll go down together!”

Noct almost didn’t catch the joking tone on Honey’s voice, suddenly aware that there was a possibility of punishment, of a livid Ignis coming to them with blazing eyes and a scowl, ready to the deliver the longest and hardest lecture ever heard… but all train of thought came to a halt when he felt Honey’s hand on top of his. It was now or never. He couldn’t chicken out now.

Noctis felt his heart pounding against his breast bone, making it slightly painful and nerve wrecking as Honey moved to kneel closer to him. Like the tension but respectful moment two opponents faced each other. Noct nodded ever so slightly and Honey’s hand gently and softly cradled his cheek before lids closed halfway over brown eyes.

“Whenever you are ready, Noct.”

Noctis’ hands were shaking by the time one of them decided it was probably best to get some sort of leverage somewhere, like her hip. Cautiously, Noct looked over Prompto, who was grumbling something while shielding his eyes to give them privacy. That only made his pulse quicken. He had a girl in front of him, about to do something he never would have asked out of pride and shyness. But there was the hazy temptation of that fruity fragrance that appealed to him so much, tickling his nostrils, dancing on his senses and transporting him to another place. The breeze so gentle, the sun so candid, her presence so clear. The image went center and forward as the doubts all went to the back of his mind when Honey took the initiative, gently rubbing her nose on his, as if to help him relax before her lips ever so softly caressed his like velvety rose petals.

All time stopped and resumed with a loud and harder bang of his heart inside his chest. Blood rushing to his ears, Noct felt the adrenaline pumping in his veins, nerves growing and growing and surely being plain obvious for Honey to notice. But her lips applied no pressure so far, more focused on only a subtle reconnaissance so Noct could get used to the feeling of having someone so intimately close to his face. Her thumb resuming a slow rub over his cheek as to calm him down.

“Close your eyes, it’s okay.”, came out as a whisper and Noct swallowed the lump in his throat.

He could do it. Just like training, he had to master his body, control his nerves and face the challenge head on. Honey wasn’t going to mock him but help him gain confidence. He only had to wrap his mind over a different tactic, imagine her hair was straight and framing her face, eyes a nice pristine blue, the school uniform a pale dress. Honey was already doing her part, trying to imitate the grace and gentleness of her movements. Noctis’ hand squeezed her waist and the previous sensations that enraptured him only by the fragrance alone came to take him again, and only once Honey deemed him ready did she maneuvered their heads to tilt a little as lips pressed onto his, her tiny noise meeting his clipped groan. That was unexpected, but Honey was gentle with him and kept it nice and slow for him to adjust, even giving him some space before trying again.

Prompto couldn’t stop himself from sneaking peeks over their exchange and while he was still a tiny bit jealous, he was aware of Honey’s efforts to keep it friendly and respectful. If Noct was too overwhelmed, she would stop and go back to simple bunny kisses or soft peaks. If Noct was too eager, she could be bold enough to pinch at his cheek to put the brakes on him. By the time Prompto was fully on witnessing it all, Honey pulled back to put an end on it, her thumb rubbing lines on Noctis’ rosy cheek.

Noct was positively panting, chest heaving slowly as he leaned back into the couch’s back. He did it. He could still feel the motions on his lips even when Honey had moved back to give him so space. Far from imagining his friend, his mind called the image of Luna smiling at him, blushing pink as he probably was right then, both marveling on the flavors lingering on their lips. The tingling of the touch, the pleasant sweetness that wasn’t to overpowering, the nice moisturizing sensation it left behind…

…That was when Prompto caught Noct licking at his lips, sucking at his bottom lip as to commit the flavor to his mind.

“Enoughhhh, Hon… He’ll take you back again!”

Noctis’ snapped out of his daydream with Honey’s quiet giggles and soft scolding directed to Prompto. Now what he zealously had between his arms was her body all pressed snuggle to his chest, yet it was more like he was all wrapped around her like an oversized koala, periwinkle eyes shooting pitiful glares his way as Honey poked at his inflated cheeks.

All the tension that lingered around had lessened, thankfully, after Honey soothed Prom with a merciless round of smooches all over his face, enough to buy him time to collect himself and his thoughts, saving the dream for later and allowing himself to face reality once more. It all went back to normal after that, all jokes and shenanigans distracting them from the scenes that had transpired a few minutes back. All sobered up, they decided to resume their school work.

As Prompto sulked about homework and sneaked glances over the exercises already done in the book, Noct could only look at Honey and wait before nodding, a wordless thank you shaping on his lips. Honey smiled and made a zipper motion over her lips.

His secret was safe.

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“MARKS AND SCARS”

(Prompt by @prowlingthunder​)

In a moment everything was fear.  Prompto forgot what he’d been talking about, and who he was talking to when he felt that oh-so-casual brush of fingertips hook under the strip of cloth wrapped around his right wrist.  His brain and nerves fizzed white-hot electric, and that was all.

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Phone Sex with Gladiolus Amicitia HCs

(Sorry not sorry)

In most instances, phone calls with Gladio are innocently fun. He’s attentive and shows interest when you tell him about your day, and he always has a lot of stories to tell about his day. He makes you laugh and smile, and those calls are always casual and friendly and sometimes sweet and romantic. There are some calls, however, that take on a different shift in mood.

Gladio’s voice has no shame when he brings his tone down to a more husky and seductive one. You can easily hear the confidence in his voice and practically see the smirk on his lips when he starts talking much more sensually, drawling on certain syllables and emphasizing certain words and phrases.

Due to being an avid reader, his words hold a certain class to them. He never fails to paint you a perfect picture of what he’s doing and what he wants to do to you if he was there by your side. When he directs you on doing something, he speaks in a firm but still loving tone, and his whispers tickle your ear.

You can hear his breathing become more ragged and almost needy as he continues talking to you. His lewd grunts are deep and punctuated, holding a certain sense of rhythm to it that you try to follow. He’ll moan your name and whatever pet names he has for you, over and over again.

He knows what to say to get you going. Dirty talk or sweet, sensual nothings or both–he will say whatever you need to get you teetering close to that delectable edge.

Gladio relishes in the sounds you make when you reach your peak, and he’s quick to follow after you. He growls and moans and grunts throughout his high. No matter how your little, naughty phone call went, he will always end it with a reminder of his love for you.

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Gladiolus Amicitia's Kisses HCs

With such a tall, muscular, and gruff-looking man, you’d think that Gladio’s kisses would be rough, perhaps even a bit animalistic. And while there are certainly kisses like that shared between you two, it’s his soft kisses that you remember the most.

He’s so careful and tender in the way he holds you. It isn’t that he treats you like a fragile piece of glass—he knows, acknowledges, and respects your strength—but rather, he treats you like an absolute treasure who deserves every single good thing in the world and more.

The way he takes your face into his large, calloused hands is so soft. The way the pads of his thumbs stroke the skin of your cheeks is so full of unadulterated love. The way he keeps his gaze locked on yours as he leans forward, slowly but surely, makes your heart thunder against your chest. The way his warm breaths brush along your lips sends shivers down your spine.

And when his mouth finally presses against yours, it’s so warm and sweet and yet still so deep and full of passion. He kisses you with his whole heart, embraces you with his whole soul, and loves you with his entire being and beyond.

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Nyx, Crowe, Libertus and Pelna taking someone out on a first date. Is it awkward? Who's the most romantic? Headcanons please!

Hey Kid!

@prowlingthunder was awesome to fill your request for you. You’ll find it here. 

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Headcanon Request: Nyx, Crowe, Libertus and Pelna taking their S/O out on a first date.

Nyx: Nyx not-so-jokingly plans the first date to be a skirmish against Niflheim and invites his S/O to come along. It never occurs to him that this might be a bad idea, because the turnover rate for Glaives is actually really low and anyway, they don’t have to fight, it’s really just to watch him fight. He makes the mistake of mentioning this around Libertus, who informs him in all the ways that Nyx needs be convinced that this is an absolutely terrible idea, so it’s rainchecked and his S/O is instead invited to the Kingsglaive training grounds. The rest of the Glaives take this as an invitation to work Nyx into the ground and give his S/O drinks and food to keep them entertained. They are literally not left alone together until after training ends for the day, for about ten minutes, and then another glaive self-assigns themselves to following them the rest of the evening. Nyx asks very quietly on their walk back to the city proper for his S/O to trust him, then winks, curls his arm around them, and Warps away. This provokes a chase from their guard, who is clearly here to protect the S/O’s virtue because their Hero is a flirt; but nearly midnight, they do manage to lose them. Arguably Nyx probably lost them a lot earlier but honestly? He got to hold his S/O close and run through Insomnian streets with them. Being nearly midnight, however, Nyx will ask his S/O to remain with him during the turning of a day, and after some time watching the starry sky, Nyx’ll escort them back to their home or somewhere they can safely make it home.

Crowe: The first date for Crowe isn’t much in the way of flowers and romance; they’re refugees, and they have to be frugal with money. Crowe’s a lot less stingy with it than others can be though. Since she grew up with nothing on the streets, she doesn’t really understand the value of money. You can’t eat it, you can’t wear it, it’s just a weird, light-weight way of trading goods. But she does want to do something special for her S/O, and she’s garbage at cooking. She’ll go to no less than three people to find a nice place that’s worth the money. She’ll buy a single new, complete outfit, something she can eventually mix and match with the rest of her wardrobe. No serious heels, only practical shoes, no major jewelry. Crowe insists on paying for dinner– she asked THEM out. After dinner, she’ll take them to a movie, probably a romcom that leaves her bewildered, though the walk through the park is much nicer and more relaxing. As the date is winding down, she’ll get a call from Libertus asking where she’s at, and will escort her date to their building with a peck on the cheek as a good-night.

Libertus: Libertus planned his first date very meticulously. He asked them weeks in advance, hunted for all the proper spices, and invited them over to his place. The table is done up with candle-light and new-to-him if slightly worn dishes, and the tablecloth is in the proper shade of Galahdian blue. He does not tell his S/O where it came from, or mention its significance; either they’re Galahdian and know already, or they’re not, and the first date is too early to talk of such things. He cooks recipes from Home, the way his father taught him and the way his mother would have loved. The dinner isn’t a quiet thing, but they talk about light subjects: the weather, the flower shop down the way, different types of cars that Libertus will never be able to afford. They don’t talk about the Glaives, the War, or anything of import. The first date isn’t the place to bring up lost families or a Glaive’s short lifespan or the looming (unknown but impending) threat of Niflheim owning the whole world. After dinner, dishes will be washed and then they’ll retire to just relax or watch bad television until the S/O has to leave.

Pelna: Pelna tells precisely zero people he has asked his S/O out on a date. The first date is for feeling things out, after all, and he doesn’t want him OR his S/O to have extra pressure on this. Still, Pelna takes it upon himself to plan much of it, gathers all the appropriate trappings, and takes his S/O out on a picnic in one of the less prominent parks, intent for it to be as private as possible. There’s a basket and everything, money made as a Glaive poured back into the refugee district with the blanket and whicker, the food he pulls out for the meal. The wine is the only thing that he couldn’t get in the district; it’s Insomnian, and not inexpensive, even if the glasses are cheap plastic cups. The two of them wandered around for a while to find just the right spot to have the picnic, and they’ll probably linger there for a while after they’re done eating. At the end of the date, the two will part at the front of the park. If he knows where they live, Pelna will quietly leave a the S/O’s favorite flower at their front door for them to find either later that night or early the next morning. If not, he’ll bring a flower with him for the second date. [Tagging: @mandakatt @mtraki ]

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One-Shot Kill: Tredd

Time for the Glaives to have their moment!

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“Oh man, Lazarus wasn’t kidding. You do look like shit.” Tredd playfully poked at Nyx’s upper lip. “What the hell happened?”

“Th’upid bee.” Nyx swatted his fellow Glaive’s hand away with a growl. “Th’upid thcaredy Luche, uthing me ath a thield in thraining.”

The redhead burst into full-blown laughter. He’d only heard a bit of the story from Luche when he asked him to take Nyx to the clinic. But this?

This was freaking priceless!

Tredd only wished he didn’t go to pee when it happened.

“Dude, your mouth is huge.” Tredd snorted as they made their way down the stairs to the infirmary. “How many tennis balls can you fit in there?”

“I ‘unno. I’ve never hath any balls in my mouf.” Nyx raised a smug eyebrow. “Have you?”

The nurse had to treat two injuries that day: Nyx’s swollen lips, and Tredd’s bruised ego.

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Cor Week Day 7

Day 7: Cake | Cor doesn’t celebrate his birthday | Cor gets thrown a surprise birthday party   (Happy Birthday, Cor!)

It was a strange morning.  For whatever reason Cor’s body was plagued with a dragging lethargy, despite getting plenty of sleep– more, in fact, than he’d grown accustomed to.  Maybe that was the issue…

Maybe that also explained the quiet, but insistent nagging in the back of his mind that he was forgetting something.

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Cor Week Day 6

Day 6: “I was a fool” 

“I was a fool,” Cor despaired quietly, “to let you talk me into staying late for this.”

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Cor Week Day 5

Day 5: “Light in the darkness”

Few dared to travel the long dark alone.  There were too many dangers– daemons eager to leap from every bush, tree, shadow, corner, and even the ground and air itself.  Kingsglaive and Hunters went out in teams of no less than four, and civilians were strongly advised to travel in groups under the protection of such teams.

Cor was one of the few.

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Cor Week Day 4

Day 4: Dad! Cor | Cor’s childhood and upbringing 

It was fairly well known throughout all his various social and professional circles that Cor Leonis was an infamously, paranoidly light sleeper.  Somewhat less known was how, immediately following every waking, were a brief handful of breathless moments where his spatial and temporal awareness re-calibrated itself. Disturbances were swiftly vetted as either benign or threats to be dealt with.  Countless battlefields, court intrigues, terrorist threats, assassination attempts, and the things that moved in the shadows in the seedier alleys of Insomnia had been more than education enough to sleep lightly, with one eye open, and react with alert urgency when woken.

But nothing woke him like the sound of his son crying.

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Cor Week Day 3

Day 3: “Training Crownsguard”

“Thirty seconds to contact.”  Orvo heard his instructor, Migo, murmur to their brother-flight instructor, Kabrus, from his vantage in the two-row formation where they’d been waiting for approximately four minutes already.  Anticipation was eating up his belly (though it could also be a desire for lunch) and he knew the same was true of instructors and trainees alike.  It didn’t matter that this had already happened before, it still didn’t fail to boil through their adrenaline.

And this time, there was an additional reason to keep sharp.

The gymnasium door latch made a loud clang before swinging open, followed by the long booted strides of the Crownsguard Marshal, Cor Leonis, himself.

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Cor Week Day 2

Day 2:  “Eyes | Cor traveling with Regis, Weskham, and Clarus (and Cid)”

Laughing at Regis’s comment as the Crowned Prince ducked into the tent, presumably for the night, Clarus glanced over toward the one person who was not laughing.  The youth’s expression remained trained, and his steely blue gaze was distant, looking beyond their camp.  Knowing that he’d heard them, and knowing equally well the young soldier wasn’t looking at anything in particular in the dark– his body language was all wrong, a total lack of anticipatory tension– Clarus wondered what he was thinking.

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Fic request: Mamacat has made her home in Cor's office. Cor finds THE TINIEST litter of meowbabies have been born under his office desk

(Not exactly, precisely what you asked for, I’m sorry hon, but I think you’ll like this just the same!)

(ALSO MY DAY 1 SUBMISSION!)

Day 1: “Cor finds a kitten or other cute fuzzy critter“ 

It was late when Cor returned to his tent at last.  The sun wasn’t even down, yet, but all he wanted was sleep.  He’d already waved off Highwind and her questions, and Boyscout and his offer of food– neither would be welcome until after he’d spent at least six hours studying the back of his eyelids under the cover of his bedroll.  Fortunately, nothing in the camp had changed in the last several weeks, so his space was already arranged just the way he wanted.

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