#@praeyers

[devotedlystrangewizard]

i am perhaps the only person on this planet who would ever say "let it be prae"

[blueberryratz]

well mayko they say there is always a price to pay for extreme winning. i hope you get to have that pain QUIT hella soon and you can get back to business as usuale with no damage...❗❗❗❗THOUGHTS AND PRAEYER!

HELL YEAH BROTHER honestly i dont learn my lesson cuz i invited someone over to fuck tonight so. thoughts and prayer hopefully my painkillers pull through

[amidalogicdive]

I commissioned this from the wonderful @bev-nap , who helped fulfill my fluffy NyxNoct needs, Cuz we need more fluffy~!

It’s kinda a thank you to some awesome people. So thank you @jasperraven and @praeyers for being like the first two people I ever read NyxNoct from and dragging be down into this wonderful hell. 

Also @ckyking for being an awesome writer and liking to send me NyxNoct prompts, and @nicrt for your writing and being so nice to me! Also @aithilin for their awesome nyxnoct writing that I love!

You are the ones who got me here, and I thank ya, cuz it’s the best little fandom community I could hope to be a part of! ❤

[noxulric]

NyxNoct Fluffpocalypse

Oct 21 Seasonal: Autumn  

[jazzraft]

nyxnoct | flannel! (because come on, nyx in a flannel, sleeves rolled up, 100% hot and cozy, my friend)

set back in the fashion model au for day five of the deathbyfluff challenge @nyxnoctocalypse, events. ended up less about the event itself and more about nyx in flannel… although, i suppose that qualifies as an event

Noctis paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame tocatch his breath. A counter-productive spot to coax his lungs into workingorder, when Nyx was so close at hand and looking so damn good. He looked up atNoct’s sudden arrival, bemused by his breathless rush. He smiled at him, slowand sympathetic, and taking his time pulling on the shirt for the next set.

“They’re really putting you to work today, huh? Runninglaps? Thought that was the interns’ jobs.”

“As if I’d ever let an intern sneak this view.”

Noctis drew in his staggered breaths, yanking on thecashmere scarf that just finished getting shot so the air would reach hislungs. Cardio never had been kind to him. And Nyx never did help lower hisheart rate, the fucking tease.

Taking off a shirtwas one thing. Anticipation was strained with every button nibbled through ahole. Expectation ignited with every shift of fabric over warmed skin. It waspurposeful, a singular focus, an artistic suspense that Nyx had mastered wellbefore Noctis had come onto the scene.

But pulling a shirt on…Noctis didn’t know why he was surprised that Nyx could make covering up just assexy as stripping down.

There were promises in the movements, made just for him.There was a long apology in the languid shrug of sleeves up firm, olive arms.There was a humble vow that he would be allowed to undo what was done, eachinch of the washed-out flannel drawing him a road-map of how he could take itoff later.

He didn’t think he was a fan of plaid. Certainly not onhimself. But damn Nyx if he couldn’t make absolutely anything look good. The shirt looked shy on him. The distressed blues checkered around him in tentativelittle touches of color. Flannel was soft where Nyx was all hard, taught skinand sinewy muscle. The contrast was what made it. That the casual commonness ofthe shirt could chasten the provocative cut of his body.

“Your casual-wear spreads were always my favorites,” Noctistold him.

“Is that right?”

Nyx smirked, that slight pull of lips to one side that firstmade Noct’s pulse race. The shirt hung open as Nyx rolled up the sleeves,carefully abiding by designer instructions and knowing full well that itabsolutely tortured Noctis. It wasso… domestic. So innocent, and yet so, sonot. He played dumb so well. It was so “boy next door,” so trash-romancenovel, so B-movie rom-com. And Noctis loved the guilty little pleasure withouta drop of shame. He watched each deft fold of the sleeve into a neat, wrinklingline at the elbow. He watched fingers roughed with work that a man with hissalary never had to do. He watched those eyes look more silver than blueagainst the subtle dyes of the plaid, and crease at the corners with hiscrooked smile as Nyx looked at him.

“Were you supposed to retrieve me? Or did you run down herejust because you missed me so bad?”

“They need you on set.” Noctis rolled along the doorframeand into the dressing room, shutting the door behind him with a wickedly quietclick. “But I want you here.”

“I just got this on.”

“Didn’t say you had to take it off.”

Nyx paused, midway done rolling up the other sleeve,watching Noctis lope towards him. His grin spread wider, finishing with thesleeve to wrap his bared arms around him. Noctis leaned between the undonebuttons of the shirt, pressing against the hot flesh of his chest. His handsgripped the edge of the vanity behind Nyx’s hips, liking the way it creakedwhen Nyx leaned back into it. He dipped his head forward, caressing a breathover Nyx’s parting lips before pushing against them.

He surprised himself with the slowness of the kiss, thegentle press and pull of flesh caught beneath teeth and skin sliding socarefully across skin. Nyx was hot against him, and his own skin tingledbeneath the warm fall outfit, but he liked the laziness of it. The half-dressedlanguor of Nyx, the delicate softness of the clothes, the fuzzy feeling in hishead as he reached up to cup Nyx’s face and press it deeper to his own.

Nyx drew in a breath from Noctis, an almost soundless hissof air between them, impassioned by the depth of their closeness, how ferventlyNoctis pressed himself to him in the lulled quiet between barking photographersand cackling camera shutters.

“It’s the fall catalogue,” Nyx murmured between them whenNoctis let him breathe on his own. “When do you want to do it?”

Noct’s neck bent to the side, half in curiosity and half totempt Nyx into kissing it. He was rewarded for both halves, Nyx nosing down theloose scarf around his throat to plant easy kisses and pleading whispers to hisskin.

“When do you want to stop sneaking around? Stop pretendingthat we hate each other? Stop jerking the message-boards around and finallygive the finger to the tabloids?”

“You’re really ready to go public?”

“Aren’t you?”

Nyx gazed up at him, eyes wide and entreating and so muchlike an adoring puppy in a flannel collar that it made Noctis laugh. “I kind ofthought you liked the privacy. I know I did.”

“Ah, I see. You just don’t want to share me.”

“Can you really blame me?”

He ran his hands down the open sides of the flannel shirt,bumping the buttons beneath his thumbs and tugging the loose collapse of thefabric into even lines. The gesture put pressure on the collar, gently pressingdown on Nyx’s shoulders to bow them beneath Noct’s grin.

“Just a little longer?” Noctis pleaded, mouthing along thebraid that curved against his scalp. “Just the two of us? I don’t care whoknows. It’s not that I’m ashamed of us. You know that.”

Nyx’s arms squeezed around his waist, making Noctis sigh. Heloved that feeling. He loved how secured he felt between those strong arms,pressed possessively against that broad chest, caressed so softly by theselazy, autumn clothes. He’d never said that he loved Nyx, but by the way hismoonlight eyes melted like midnight rain as he pressed his forehead to his andkissed him again, he knew that he didn’t have to say it for him to know.

“Okay,” Nyx conceded. “Just the two of us. For as long as ittakes for them to figure it out?”

“Might be a while. You okay with that?”

Nyx smiled, as drowsy as the fall of his shirt and wrappingNoctis up in just as much cozy, coveted softness.

“Yeah. More than okay with that.”

[ckyking]

@praeyers:  I DID NOTHING WRONG TODAY

I refuse to believe that for even one second.

SO FAR AS I KNOW, I’ve behaved.

LIES

I’ve been a fucking Princess today.

Princess of Pain, probably. Any other type of Princess? No.

also hi hello

<aggrieved sigh>

[fireyangel020]

How this came about I have no idea. I was chopping veggies for my beaded dragon and I had to take a break so that I wouldn’t forget this. This is inspired by @praeyers all for the braids chapter 1. This is not what I was supposed to write today. 

“You do realize that it is going to take a lot of work to get this relationship accepted, right?” Regis had finished grilling his son about hiding his boyfriend from him a while ago. Now Regis was able to move on to the next part of his dad talk with his son. It felt nice.

“It’s not like it hasn’t been hard already,” Noctis shrugged. They had made it through two years of ups and downs while hiding their relationship. If anything, it would be easier to work through their problems with it being in the open.

Regis watched his son reach for the braids behind his ear. There was only one thing that had him uncertain. “You know the counsel is not going to be happy. They will want him to cease being a Kingsglaive. They’ll probably have something to say about the braids as well.” He hummed thoughtfully as his fingers drummed the end of his cane.

Noct snorted before letting out a small laugh. “I would love to see them try to tell Nyx what to do.” As he reach for his tea, he stopped. He blinked a few times before turning to look at his father. A bright smile was slowly forming on his lips. “I would love to see them try, to tell Nyx what to do!”

Regis thought of all of the reports he had been given regarding Nyx’s difficulty with authority figures. He has had Dratous close to an aneurism a few times. He smiled wider as he agreed with his son, “I think I would like to see that as well.”

“I’ll have Iggy make sure we have popcorn!”

[laststandofdeadman]

praeyers replied to your post: I BET THEY NEVER GAVE US NYXNOCT INTERACTION...

i believe it

@ square enix : give me the forbidden eye fucking you cowards

[schattenlurch]

praeyers hat auf deine Bilderserie geantwortet “pantless in my pjs with no intention of leaving the house but damn...”

SUCH A DAMNED CUTIE SKDJLFAHSDJHGFH

jhxbdfjvnöjdybj thank you omg!! ;A;

[a-little-girl-gemini]

ssssissster im nawwwwt much AAAAH!!! poetbutacriminal AND YOU NEVA HAD PRAEYER loveitorleaveityOu CANT UNDASTAYND

:| you’ve got a helluva pretty face, my mans, but you do so carry on and on

[kantonliu]

quick doodle of Nyx in @praeyers' Dark Witch AU

[amidalogicdive]

Naked

Pairing: Nyx/Noct

This is for @praeyers who requested the following prompt!

#32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

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Nyx closed his eyes and tried to remain calm. At first, he was hoping beyond hope it was just a bad dream, now he was wondering what he’d done in his life to deserve this shit.

Honestly, he felt the last month was punishment enough for hiding his relationship with the heir to Lucis. They hadn’t been able to spend much time together due to conflicting schedules, and when Noctis’ schedule had freed up, Nyx had found himself sent outside the wall for a week’s reconnaissance. They knew this relationship wouldn't be easy from the start, so Nyx was grateful to have found someone that understood at times duty would come before love. What he did was dangerous, they both understood that, but Nyx wasn't stupid.

That said… well, this was a first for the glaive.

He wanted to blame it on the trip back, how they had got into the city very late and Lib's had said he looked like a walking zombie. Maybe he shouldn't have been so eager, and followed Crowe’s advice and gone home instead of dragging his ass halfway across the city to see Noctis. Of course, the prince had been happy to see him, and that had lead to several hours spent in bed making up for lost time.

Nyx could blame it on an easy mistake, people made those all the time! So what if he turned right when he should have gone straight ahead. All the doors looked the same, at least to his sleep deprived brain. Was it his fault that he'd forgotten about the auto-lock on the door that had been installed when the prince had left his apartment unlocked numerous times. No! Nyx had keys, well would have keys id he had any place to put them.  

This was not his fault! No one could blame him for standing in the hallway of his boyfriend's apartment complex, 100% butt ass naked at four in the fucking morning. Especially when said boyfriend slept like the fucking dead.

Nyx leaned back against the door, one hand tugging on the door handle as the other cupped his privates in an attempt to keep the last shred of his dignity. He had prayed to every Astral that he could remember to have mercy on him, sprinkled with a few of the best Galahdian curse words he could think of, hoping by some miracle the door would open. Nothing. Nyx figured they were finding way too much fucking amusement with this, and if it were anyone but him, he might have too.

Hitting the back of his head on the door, silver-blue eyes closed. “Just gimme a break here…”

Nyx remembered the information on the four apartments on this floor, one being the prince's, and at least two of them departed for work the next two hours. He needed to get back into Noct’s place and didn’t have much time to waste, or this would end up being an incredibly awkward situation. While they had discussed telling the King he’d been seeing his son, this was not the way he’d wanted the information to reach him. Sliding down the door, Nyx sat on the floor, too tired to think of all the ways the King would try and kill him.

He'd been sitting long enough to doze off, and hadn’t expected the door to disappear from behind him. His back hit the cold tiles of Noct’s foyer as an equally naked Prince stood over him, arching a brow. Pale blue met sleepy and confused pools of midnight, ebony hair sticking up in all directions. He was too damn cute and found himself smirking as he spoke. “Hey there, beautiful.”

Nyx watched as those enchanting eyes flickered between perplexed, annoyed and too damn tired to try and figure this shit out. Finally, they settled on, what Nyx loved to call, his ’what the fuck’ face.  “Do I want to know?”

“Um, no?”

“Seriously,” he could tell that the prince was already done with his shit the moment he opened the door, and if there was one thing he knew it was a sleepy Noct was a short tempered Noct. “What the hell are you doing, Nyx?”

He couldn’t think, he was beyond tired, cold and just wanted to cuddle his boyfriend in a nice soft warm bed. “Laying on your floor?”

“Naked?” Nyx nodded. “Do I want to know why you are in the hallway with your dick out for everyone to see?”

He already knew Noctis wouldn’t let him live this down once he was awake enough to process it. Standing up from the floor, he pushed the door closed and made his way further into the apartment. “I was going to the bathroom and forgot where I was.” Clearing his throat, Nyx glanced back at his lover. “I may have gone out your front door thinking it was the bathroom.”

"You could have used the doorbell, it rings in my room."

"I... hadn't thought of that."

Noctis just watched him. Nothing more no words, just met his eyes and stared - as if he were trying to figure out if he was dreaming, or if he was really dealing with this situation at almost five in the morning. For a moment Nyx thought that maybe, possibly, he’d broken him.

In the end, he just sighed heavily. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” The words were muttered, shaking his head as he made his way back to his bedroom.

“Oh, I am sure that I have done something worse than this,” pausing, the prince glanced back at him as if waiting for him to continue. “I just can’t think of it at the moment.”

Noctis ran a hand down his face, moving it to the back of his neck before pointing at a door. “Just so you know, that’s the damn bathroom. Hurry up, I’m cold.”

As Nyx entered, turning to close the door, he swore he could hear laughing coming from the bedroom. The glaive chose to ignore it, he could pretend he had his pride until he got more sleep. He just hoped this didn’t get back to the other glaives, though Crowe and Noctis had become quite good friends in the last few months…

“I’m so fucked.”

[jazzraft]

"I'll pick you up at the airport." + super models au!

i need to play around in this universe more often, i forget how much i love it~

“Are these… I dunno… tooslutty? Or tastefully sexy with the right shirt?”

“Yup. Sure. Good.”

“You’re not even paying attention!”

“For the fifteenth time, Noct, I can’t tell you what’s goodto wear if I don’t know where or why you’re wearing it.”

Prompto kicked himself up from where he’d flopped back onNoct’s bed in the sea of aborted fashion choices he’d piled over it. Noctis hadbeen at this for literal hours. Anunlimited supply of high-end samples, gift bonuses, and experimental knock-offsthat celebrities might murder for,and, apparently, not one of them met this unknown criteria Prompto was supposedto be coaching on.

Noctis huffed, adjusting the waistline of his pants – the onearticle of clothing that seemed to have earned his seal of approval, with orwithout Prompto’s second opinion.

“Are you sure you’renot going on a date?” Prompto asked him for the he-didn’t-even-know-how-many-numberedtime. “Or are you going on a black ops mission? Because if you want to keepwith the cloak and dagger theme, you’re gonna want a darker wash than that.”

Noctis paused, staring at the slim cut of his pants in themirror like he was re-considering his decision on them after that comment. In afit of panic, Prompto pelted the nearest shirt at his head to distract him fromcondemning the sole survivor of this closet raid.

“Okay,” Prompto sighed, dragging his hands down his face. “Iknow you’re dressing for someone. Ifit’s not a date and it’s not a shoot or an interview or a business meeting,then what the hell is it, Noct? Is this a booty call? You getting laid tonight,or what?”

Noctis rolled the shirt through his hands, lips pursed andbrows creased while he mulled over whether or not the shade went with the mutedshine of his leather-clad legs. He glanced up at the mirror to catch Prompto’sprobing stare when he didn’t answer. Noctis at least had the dignity to look guilty for his silence, appeasinghis friend by obediently fitting his arms through the dark gray button-down. Hepulled the sides together, raked a scrutinizing glance over it in the mirror,then wrinkled his nose and fished himself out of it again. He tossed it blindlyback at Prompto, and Prompto was ready with another that he threw at hisalready waiting hand.

Noctis considered the new option while he considered Prompto’sstare burning holes in his bare back. It was a long-sleeved Henley, ombre dyed;light gray at the shoulders and darkening down to a black that blended with hispants. Noctis fisted it over his head to break the glare, at least for amoment. He dragged it down his chest, fiddled with the hem against hiswaistband, turned right, then left, liked the looks of where the shirt clungand the pants defined, and gave it a brusque nod of approval. Prompto couldhave sung a hymn to the Astrals, he was so relieved. Instead, he narrowed hiseyes further as he watched Noctis appraise the outfit, paying special attentionto where the prince’s eyes focused and which spots his hands fussed over.

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to look this hot because you’rehaving an off day and need the confidence boost, or you really want this guy tolike what he’s taking off of you.”

“I didn’t say there was a guy,” Noctis countered.

He ducked his head to work on the little row of buttons onthe shirt. Or, at least, pretend thatwas what he was doing. But Prompto had been studying Noctis through the lens ofhis camera for years, now. He knew that body and all its little ticks just asintimately as any secret lover he was dressing up for might. Prompto tilted hishead to the side to look around Noctis at his reflection that he was trying tohide. Not well enough that Prompto didn’t catch the little tinge of red on hischeeks and the wistful smile playing at the edges of his lips.

“Been seeing this guy long?”

Noctis shot a glare at him in the mirror, the redness of hischeeks betraying his answer. For a moment, Prompto thought the little rise inhis heartbeat might be anger. Because how in the hell did he not know? That was a familiar smile andblush combo. That was the smirk of a man who wasn’t crushing. That was theblush of a man with a cultivated fondness. There was a whole history in thattiny duck of his eyes in the mirror to avoid Prompto’s gaze.

He thought he might be angry for not being told that hismodel, his muse, his best friend for the rest of his life, was dating someone.But then he felt his lips split in a smile and Prompto bounced up onto his feet,crowding Noctis against the vanity and assaulting him with a hundred questions.

“What’s his name? How’d you meet? When’d you meet? What does he do? Is it a casual thing? Seriousthing? Unconventional, 21st-century, no labels kinda thing? A forbidden Shakespearian drama kindathing?”

“You sure that you’re selling your photos to the rightpeople? Because you sound like you should work for the paparazzi.”

“Duuuuude! Why haven’t you told me about this? I would’vestopped trying to hook you up with the lighting and rigging guy!”

Noctis squirmed out from between him and the vanity to lootthe floor for an appropriate pair of boots. He balanced a hand on the edge ofthe bed as he shimmied a foot into one of the winning shoes. If only he couldpick out everything as quickly as he picked out shoes.

“We have our reasons,” Noctis vaguely explained.

Prompto crossed his arms and pouted, waiting for Noctis toglance his way, transfix on the look, and cave a beat later. But his frienddeterminedly kept his eyes on his shoes while he adjusted the buckles andzippers.

“Fine,” Prompto sighed. “Reasons it is. Will you at leasttell me why today’s such a big deal? You guys have been seeing each other for awhile, right? What are you fussing over the outfit for if you don’t need tomake a good first impression?”

“He’s been away for a while. For work. And I just wanted toremind him what he’s been missing out on.”

“How dare he leave you for so long?” Prompto asked with asly smile.

Noctis matched the same smile back. “Damn right.” He kickedhis heels into the shoes, gave himself one last look-over in the mirror, thenturned to Prompto for a final check. “Fuckable enough?”

“Fuckable enough,” Prompto approved with a finalizing nod.

—

Nyx grinned at the text from Noctis. The first time he’dsmiled for the sake of smiling and not for a camera’s benefit in months.

“I’ll pick you up atthe airport.”

The private jet landed not too long after that. Nyx foughtthrough the jet-lag and the security checks and the rick-a-mor-all of flyingback into the country before following the helpful directions Noctis sent him.He was lead to a sleek black car hidden in the corner of airport parking, the taillightsblinking to confirm that his attention was on the right car.

His steps quickened across the black-top until he wastearing open the passenger-side door, throwing his things into the back-seat,and dragging Noctis halfway across the dashboard to kiss him senseless. He’ddreamed of having that body against him again, those fervent and rebelliouslips carving into his own, that hair fisted through his fingers. He reached acrossto grip his hip, felt leather and growled into the mouth on his before rakinghis fingers around his waist to burrow into the back pockets.

“Who do I have to thank for dressing you today?” he askedwith a breathless smile.

“It was a joint effort. May have had to tease Prompto aboutus to get the consultation.”

“As if I didn’t envy the kid enough,” Nyx chuckled. “Firsthe gets to see you in these things, now he gets to help you into them? You’relucky I’m not a jealous lover.”

Noctis smirked, dark and dangerous. “Want to pretend to be? Gota nice spot picked out a couple miles from here. What do you say? You, me, andthe passenger seat?”

“Mm, you sure know how to welcome a guy home.”

“And don’t you forget it, Hero.”

[ckyking]

During this week, our little raft came together to bring all of us angst and fluff, sweetness and sadness, lovely art and awesome playlists. Now, here is the Horsemen’s contribution to end the nyxnoctocalypse : the 3rd chapter of Myshka, the work that started it all.

Enjoy~

And a shoutout to @nicrt for suggesting @praeyers, @aithilin, @jasperraven and I collab together! This wouldn’t have happened without you!

[archistratego]

i know i've been mia for the longest time but !! please recommend some lovely writing blogs/people that i can follow so my dash will be filled with talented writers again? please and thank you

HELLO, sorry I took so long here - I am still quite ill and my attention span is like the worst thing. So here is a rec of some wonderful writing people I follow/reblog things from. Apologies in advance if I miss anyone!

@ibuzoo (please buy her chapbooks they are just JFC the blood of my soul) @colubrina @praeyers @nehmesis (who is planning to publish an another awesome chapbook soon!) @minrd @asteriea @illuminosity @lxcuna (who not only writes but draws incredibly) @slaughtervoid @gracebabcockwrites @julykings @boykeats @mxcbth @studylikeavillain (who just self-published a novel like a BOSS) @aqhrodites @peoniepoetals @therepublicofletters @thewinedarksea @eunoiaschaos @sphncx (who recently released an awesome chapbook!) @gabrielledelacour @moltengoldichor @afragileline @aesterea @lux-deorum @lhzthepoet @oceansabove @tartts @rosvtum @jupiterreed @babymoonpoet @hyacynthis @alasseablack… tbh I feel like I am missing a lot more so I’ll link you to my poets on tumblr tag!

You guys are all so talented, your art floors me every single time and I’m so proud of everyone who puts their writing out there. It is hard and you are all doing amazing!

And since it is nov 1st: to all you doing NaNoMo, good luck and may the odds be ever in your favour! 

[laststandofdeadman]

praeyers replied to your post: Are you talking about slimy Jesus?

SLIMY HOBO JESUS ARDYN WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE MARI

just like he won’t fucking leave me alone omfg ardyn just let me write in peace without your gross snark

WHY YOU GOTTA ATTACK ME LIKE THAT?

AT LEAST YOU’RE SUFFERING WITH ME