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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ravus Nox Fleuret/Ardyn Izunia
Characters: Ravus Nox Fleuret, Ardyn Izunia
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Getting Together, Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Sorry Loqi
Summary: Ravus has finally found a modicum of peace. He's going back to college, his roommate is fantastic, and things seem to be going well. Until he's watching the news and realizes his perfect roommate is a serial killer, because that's just how his life works.
Pink tint spread across Ravus's cheeks at so simple and straightforward a statement. To hear it was a surprise to him, but he had never really been adept at reading the subtle signs shown by others.
In truth, he assumed that most did not like him, for he gave most no reason to like him. No, most were drawn to his sister instead.
Arctus was no different, or at least that was how Ravus saw it. He was wrong, apparently.
"...You don't," he replied, quiet, shy, hesitant, and refusing. "I'm nothing special."
Arctus decided to be daring when Ravus put himself down. He reached up and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the older boy’s lips.
“Don’t say such things, you are so much more than other’s say,” He says. “And any way, if you are worth nothing, I am worth less. A bastard, who’s father had to strip any chance of inheriting simply to adopt? Half the politicians back home hope I’ll die every time I have to leave for one of these diplomatic affairs.”
He leaned back and smiled. A blush was appearing across his own cheeks now, his lack of experience leaving him unsure of how to continue.
Are you still taking requests?if so will you do some Ravus x Ardyn?
I am and I will! Thank you for the prompt! If you want to check out my 100 ways prompts and pick a number, just let me know (you can send in another anon ask and let me know you're the Ravdyn anon ❤️), and let me know sfw or not. If I don't hear from you in a while I'll roll for it. Either way, thank you for prompting me!
@ravus-week teaser time! I didn’t get this done in time for day 2 but I figured I’d post the first bit of it as a teaser, then the rest when I get it done as part of a free day. This was written as a fill for a prompt on the kinkmeme for Ravus/Ardyn WEREWOLVES, and since it’s just about Halloween and it’s also Modern AU day, the time is right. No warnings.
Ravus/Ardyn, Explicit, day 2: modern AU
Ravus isn't entirely sure what it is about Ardyn Izunia that keeps him coming back for more. Perhaps it's those golden eyes, the color so unusual that they remind him of some sort of wild animal. Perhaps it's his powerful hands, when his nails rake down Ravus's back like claws. Or perhaps it's the jaunty set of his hat and the knowing curve of his smile, the predatory gleam in his eye that changes to laughing glee when Ravus finds himself caught.
Whatever it is, it's what drives Ravus to show up three nights a week at the library-themed bar in his neighborhood on the west side of Gralea, where he's sure to find Ardyn sipping a cocktail that's 95% liquor and poring over historical fiction. He'll get a lecture about everything that the author got wrong, and Ardyn will laugh every time Ravus demonstrates his own knowledge of relevant historical details -- that history doctorate he's been working on is good for something, after all -- and then Ardyn will take him home and fuck him into oblivion.
Just like tonight. It's warm in Ardyn's house, a rare unattached single family home that backs up to the park, warm enough to be edging on hot when Ardyn pushes him face down on the rug next to the fireplace. "What did I do to deserve a lovely creature like you, hmm?" Ardyn rumbles in his ear as he rubs himself against Ravus's ass. As usual, Ravus is completely naked before Ardyn's even taken off his damn scarf; at least the hat is gone, tossed carelessly onto the coat rack earlier. Ravus still isn't sure how Ardyn manages to successfully land that damn hat on one of the hooks every time, even when he's not looking because he's busy sticking his tongue down Ravus's throat.
"You got my attention with that debate about whether or not the fourth king of Lucis was secretly sleeping with the first Niflheim emperor," Ravus says, trying to make sure his voice sounds even and not as ridiculously turned on as he actually is. "Have you forgotten?"
"Of course not," Ardyn replies, leaving a trail of biting kisses down the back of Ravus's neck. He arches into the touch, always eager for more though he's loath to admit it. As badly as Ravus wants Ardyn -- and Ardyn knows it, he makes that clear every time -- he's not the sort of person to be able to just <i>say</i> so.
(Lunafreya tells him every time she calls that he needs to be more open about his feelings. Then again, she's a therapist by day and a spiritual healer by night, so she thinks everyone needs to be more open about their feelings. He hasn't quite found the right way to tell her that he's been regularly sleeping with an older man whose phone number he doesn't even have, because he can't get over himself enough to ask for it.)
Ardyn pulls back, and for a moment Ravus's back is a little cooler without the heat of his body above him. Finally, Ardyn is stripping, and Ravus cranes his neck to get a look. He looks strong and dangerous by the light of the fire, his auburn hair backlit and glowing like a mane around his head. When he leans back down, his thick chest hair tickles Ravus's back pleasantly, but he's more interested in the hot weight of Ardyn's cock resting between his cheeks. Ardyn's hand closes around his hip and hauls him up to hands and knees, then before Ravus even has a chance to prepare himself, Ardyn is sliding back behind him and he can feel the hot puff of Ardyn's breath on his ass.
"Have I told you before how much I appreciate that you're always clean and ready for me?" Ardyn murmurs, his lips brushing against Ravus's skin. "One would almost think that our repeated meetings aren't a coincidence at all." Ardyn knows very well they're not a coincidence, but Ravus doesn't even need to snipe at him about it because Ardyn's tongue is on him, lapping across his hole, and it feels so good any attempt at words just comes out a low groan.
Ardyn gets him sloppy and wet, fucking him open with his tongue, then his fingers. By the time he pushes his cock in, Ravus is digging his fingers into the thick rug to keep from touching himself and there's a small puddle of precome under him that's probably going to leave a stain. Ardyn has an enormous cock, by far the biggest Ravus has ever had the pleasure of taking, and no matter how many times they fuck it always takes a while to get it all the way in. Sometimes Ravus just wishes Ardyn would rush it, thrust in hard and fast and damn the consequences, but no matter how rough their sex gets, Ardyn never actually <i>hurts</i> him. He'll bite, and he'll scratch, and he'll hold Ravus down with his full body weight, but he never breaks the skin.
"There we go," Ardyn murmurs soothingly as he slides in the last inch. "You always take it so well."
"Just fuck me already," Ravus growls back at him. Ardyn laughs and gives him what he wants. He digs his fingers into Ravus's hips and yanks him backward onto his cock, then starts fucking him in long, hard rolls of his hips. If he touched himself, or if Ardyn reached around to stroke him, Ravus is pretty sure he'd come within the first twenty seconds. That's why they both know not to.
Ardyn fucks him according to his own desires, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, sometimes pressing their hips tight together and just <i>grinding</i>, until Ravus is trembling and panting. It's late in the evening, and the waxing gibbous moon shines bright through the window where Ardyn's left the curtains pulled back. Ravus notices because it's the only thing he can see from his position on the floor, beyond the legs of the end table in front of him and the roaring fire. He thinks, absurdly, that Lunafreya is probably working on gathering supplies for her upcoming group healing, performed only under the full moon. What would she think if she knew that while she worked to help people heal their minds and bodies, he was here, letting Ardyn fuck him and use him and loving every second of it?
"Is your mind wandering?" Ardyn breathes against his ear. "I must not be fucking you hard enough." He drops down, one arm on either side of Ravus's shoulders, and buries his face in Ravus's neck. There's something about the feeling of Ardyn on top of him that makes Ravus's heart beat faster, something dangerous about the scrape of teeth against his neck that makes his cock throb. Ardyn slams into him, and Ravus gasps, tilting his head to encourage Ardyn to bite. It's getting towards the end of fall, and nobody has made the slightest comment about the fact that Ravus's wardrobe includes far more turtlenecks and scarves than it used to. The angle from Ardyn's new position is perfect, and Ravus is on edge again in a matter of moments.
"Ardyn," Ravus gasps, pushing back against him, "<i>more</i>."
Ardyn's stubble scrapes across his shoulder as he fucks him harder and deeper, and Ravus is so close, so very close. "Are you going to come untouched?" Ardyn asks, his voice deeper and throatier than ever.
"I-- just need--" He can't quite put a sentence together to tell Ardyn that yes, he thinks he is, but he just needs <i>more</i>. Instead, he bares his neck and presses it up to Ardyn's mouth, and Ardyn sinks his teeth in again. The sharp prick of pain is what does it, what makes his pleasure coalesce, and Ravus shouts as he comes, his cock pulsing and jerking while everything goes warm and fuzzy.
Ardyn growls against him, his teeth tightening, and Ravus knows he's coming too. He slumps down onto the rug when Ardyn releases him, breathing hard and thoroughly, completely satisfied. His neck is still throbbing, and Ravus reaches up to touch it and is surprised to find his hand comes away wet with a few drops of blood. He looks up at Ardyn, who is regarding him with what appears to be dismay.
"It doesn't feel that bad," Ravus says. "It'll probably heal up in a day or two."
"Of course," Ardyn replies, though his voice sounds strange. "I'll get the first aid kit."
@dustofwarfare-blog wanted Ardyn/Ravus dirty talk for day 20, and this was so much fun to write! Except somehow the dirty talk turned into dirty talk about dismemberment, so like, warning for that. Takes place in Devotion BDSM AU!
Words: 827, Rating: Explicit, AO3 link here
"Tell me," Ardyn says, running his hands over Ravus's bare back as he slowly fucks him, "what is it about me that turns you on the most?"
Ravus doesn't reply, so Ardyn stops moving. Ravus can't push back against him, not restrained as he is: on his knees, ankles locked to a spreader bar with his wrists secured between them, face pressed into the mattress. Over the years Ardyn has learned that Ravus wants to be punished too badly for punishment to be a deterrent. Disinterest is far more effective to get him to obey, as much as he'd like to pretend he doesn't care about it.
"Mm, I do, don't I." He gives Ravus another couple of thrusts, enjoying the way his breath catches. Sex isn't something Ardyn needs, so much as something he indulges in when it becomes convenient. His desire for domination can be met in innumerable other ways, many of which involve a nontrivial number of people dying. But it's something Ravus needs, and Ardyn needs Ravus if he's going to execute his plans, so he may as well enjoy himself while he's at it. "I was thinking of something rather more explicit. When you're away from me for weeks, out on missions, do you think about me?"
"Yes," Ravus hisses as Ardyn hits him with a particularly hard thrust.
"And when you do, what do you imagine me doing? What's your favorite fantasy?" Ardyn may be a lot of things, but humble has never been one of them.
"This," Ravus replies, his wrists tugging at the cuffs and making the padlocks clank against the metal of the bar. "You, making me-- making me talk."
"Is that all?" Ardyn asks mildly, pulling almost all the way out and holding there. "Just making you talk?"
Ravus always struggles against his own instincts, but his instincts always win. "Fucking me," he says eventually. "Choking me. Hitting me."
"This is all really rather banal, Ravus. I expected you'd have more imagination when we're apart."
Ravus's hips twist as much as he can, trying to get Ardyn's cock deeper. He pulls all the way out instead, letting his cock rest on top of Ravus's ass. "What do you want me to say?" he gasps, the anger in his words tempered by the intense desire behind them.
"My dear boy," Ardyn says, "I want you to tell me what it is that you want so badly that you don't want to tell me, because you're afraid if you do, I'll never give it to you and instead I'll hold it over you to ensure your cooperation."
Ravus's breathing is harsh and shallow, and Ardyn wonders for a moment whether he's made Ravus wait long enough for him to be willing to admit to something like this. He expects that whatever Ravus comes out with will be a desire he's been hiding, but not something that will make him weak. Not anything to do with his sister, certainly, whose presence is felt in every interaction they have but who Ravus won't discuss unless there's no other option left.
"It's idle fantasy," Ravus mutters, quiet enough that Ardyn has to strain a little to hear him. "But sometimes I think about you taking me apart piece by piece. Literally."
"Oh! Well that is delightful to hear," Ardyn murmurs. Whether it's Ravus's true desire to be cut to bits or it's a manifestation of his self-loathing, he can't be sure. Either way, he lines himself up and pushes back inside. "Do you imagine it being small pieces, or large ones? A toe? A finger? An arm?"
Ravus moans, a sure sign he's getting close. Ardyn finds the thought of dismembering Ravus rather appealing as well, though at the moment he's too valuable intact. "Both," Ravus gasps. "But mostly-- large-- gods, Ardyn, please."
"Goodness," Ardyn says, his fingers digging into the flesh of Ravus's ass, "what would your dear sister have to say to that?"
Unsurprising that that's what tips Ravus over the edge. Ardyn fucks him through it, then keeps fucking him to his own climax, heedless of the pain of overstimulation. Ravus likes it that way anyway.
"You wouldn't tell her," Ravus says later, when he's been released from the spreader bar and allowed to put his clothes back on. It's not a question, because Ravus knows the answer.
"I tell who I please what I please," Ardyn says, "though I don't see that I have anything to gain from disclosing this particular information. Besides, I haven't spoken to your sister in years." He pulls on his own pants, then goes to his desk to get back to work. It only takes a twitch of his fingers to beckon Ravus over.
As Ravus assumes his position as Ardyn's footstool, Ardyn flips through the latest intelligence reports from Glauca. It looks like it's about time to put his plans into motion.
