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angiephant0m replied to your post “Requests are OPEN!”

yes finally :D Noctis is 18 and his royal duties have been increased. He is trying so hard to please everyone but because of all the stress he gets sick and trys to hide it. But with time, he can't hide the sickness and the stress. The rest is up to you ^^

You got it ^_^

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angiephant0m replied to your post “Fic Request Game :D”

Ohh I think 10 xD

Wow, 10 is a popular choice!

(Poor, poor Noct)

There came a knock on the door. “Noct? May I come in?”

Noctis sucked in a breath. He really wasn’t in the mood to talk to Ignis.

Ignis, who tried the door and found it locked. “Noct? Is everything alright?”

What would it take for him to have time for himself? He pushed himself up. “I’m fine, Ignis.”

“Then would you open the door?” Ignis called back.

Noctis struggled not to groan aloud. He just needed one evening on his own to get his head back together. To push away all the bullshit other people threw at him and remember how it felt to ignore it all.

“I’ll find a key if I have to.”

He would too. Noctis stomped to the door, unlocked it, and opened it enough to peer out into the hall. “What?”

“I bumped into Gladio. You have training, if you feel up to it,” Ignis said.

Actually, hitting things sounded really great. Really, really great. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”