#❛ ic: noctis.

[heartbinders]

He's sitting at the small table in the hotel kitchenette, intensely gaming, looking at...a pool full of rubber ducks bobbing in the water.

[madeimpact]

...Yeah.

[heartbinders]

Ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, His Highness, the Crown Prince, doing the most regal activity known to man.

Standing at a pier and waiting for the fish to bite.

[madeimpact]

Birthday ball jitters? Mayhaps. Just a tad.

[chippersweetbaby]

[disposablepapercup]

The sun; the moon.

[norts-trolls]

Noctis. What if I told you: you make me think of a crocodile. Not to get mixed up with an alligator. Crocs are cooler

Noctis: Wrong, I started off as a toad.

[shootingxstardust]

@puelluna​

The nightmare found herself at a mysterious plane of existence. A bar of some sorts not tied to one specific dimension. Noctis Morte couldn’t explain it, but she felt drawn to the place. Something about it piqued her interest.  about this place. It felt safe, comforting even.

Shadows usually cloaked Morte’s body, but they dissipated  upon entering. She felt strangely docile in a place like this. She  walked over to the counter, taking a seat, flashing a small glance to the red head in front of her as  Morte removed her hood, revealing her short brown hair, pale face and crack like scarring. “What is this place?” She would ask; her voice soft-spoken and calm.

[heartbinders]

It's one thing for him to think that he just heard Ignis's voice come out of his own mouth. Sign number one that something is wrong. It's another to hear his own, a few paces away, calling out for his liege. Sign number two.

Prompto's eyes widen, and he looks frantically about as Noctis and Gladio hurry to their side. Noctis places a hand on Prompto's shoulder, looking into his eyes with ill-concealed worry.

❝ Ignis? ❞ Noct prompts, before looking to Gladio for help. ❝ Confusion, you think? ❞

Sign number three. Three strikes...

❝ W — Wait, ❞ Prompto stutters, the way his mouth forms around the word feeling entirely foreign to him. He feels around his body like it's a foreign object, his gloved hands coming in contact with the once-neat folds of a dress shirt and notably more muscle mass than he's used to. ❝ Noct, this is all wrong. Iggy's — I mean, I think I'm — we're... ❞

Normally, this would be where Prompto relies on the tactician to jump in with some sage wisdom about their current ailment. But the way things look and sound from where Prompto's standing, he's going to have to listen to that explanation coming out of himself.

@heartbinders ;; cont. from here -

One would assume, in his many years of training, that he would remember to establish distance come the moment they fell a beast. Oft these creatures do expel some manner of last resort offense, whether poisonous or with intent to impale, but no amount of quick thinking on any of their parts would have been enough to prevent what happens.

When he finally re-finds his bearings, stood still, for a moment, as if not quite trusting his legs to support him in full, just yet, it hits him near IMMEDIATELY that aught is amiss. Nevermind that--- as always, Noctis is his priority; once assured his highness was safe, he could address whatever other issues may have arisen amidst the scuffle.

" Noct!? " Hm. Rather queer, that. He swears Prompto is not at his six, and yet he swears he'd just heard him close by. Mayhap they'd merely called for the heir apparent at the same time. Ignis tries again. " My liege, where are you!? Gladiolus!? Prompto!? "

--- ah, wait a moment. Since when does Prompto refer to Noctis as ' my liege, ' save in moments of jest?

[royalarms]

7 ⸻ @corderis , prompt | bleed - tris mikal

there's  a  determination  that  stirs  within  him  ,  reminding  him  of  training  sessions  when  he  was  in  kairi's  place  ,  reminding  him  of  battles  with  monsters  unforgiving  ,  and  it's  almost  laced  with  anger  .  not  at  her  ,  not  even  at  their  situation  ,  but  somehow  ,  it  bubbles  up  from  within  himself,  about  himself  .  emotions  left  unchecked  can  oft  become  uncontrollable  ,  after  all  . 

❛   can't  run  away  .   ❜   he  mumbles  ,  almost  breaking  the  walls  of  self  -  reliance  he's  built  into  their  relationship  .  a  drop  of  sweat  drips  from  his  forehead  and  onto  the  floor  he  can't  peel  his  eyes  from  ,  reminding  him  of  who  and  where  he  is  ,  and  he  blinks  as  he  lifts  his  head  from  unwelcome  defeat  .   ❛   -  out  there  .   ❜   he  attempts  to  rephrase  the  words  that  exited  the  confines  of  his  thoughts  ,   ❛   sometimes  you  can't  run  or  hide  .  you  gotta  fight  . makes this part worth it .   ❜   and  an  echo  of  gladiolus's  advice  flashes  through  his  head  .  damn  .  never  thought  he'd  see  the  day  he  started  sounding  more  like  him  .  despite  these  moments  ,  he's  not  sure  he'll  ever  admit  the  extent  of  their  likeness  .

[heartbinders]

He has learned it is better not to ask questions sometimes. Not to overthink, not to focus on the rights and wrongs of a situation that, in the moment, make him feel weightless. He's likely to scold himself to near oblivion when his senses have returned sometime later, but now, as he ghosts wanting lips 'long the curvature of Noctis' jaw, to his neck, and then to his shoulders, fingers already pulling at fabric to touch at skin beneath, tis evident that scolding shan't be coming anytime soon.

" My liege... " A whisper, as heavy, heated breath passes from 'twixt adventurous lips, " Let me worship you. Whilst courage does not evade me, as it has since our childhood... let me distract you from all that ails us both in the moments of rare quietude afforded to us. " Ministrations rise, till he has returned nearest Noctis' ear, tone low, " Let me worship you, your Majesty, and prove other ways in which I may serve you. "

Fluster my guys. || @tenebriism

A lapse in judgement, perhaps. A moment of impulse while alone in the Leville. However they ended up like this is a blur in the moment. No doubt later Noctis will have to talk Ignis down from it, when he inevitably starts tearing himself up for allowing himself this indulgence. Noct doesn't see it as a moral failing.

In fact, right now, it feels like quite the opposite.

He grips greedily at the fabric of Ignis's shirt, the low and husky promises of what's to come absolute music to his ears. Any other time, he wouldn't care by what name others address him. Right now, paired with the warm breath against his collarbones, and the way Ignis's lips explore what flesh is currently unencumbered by clothing? The way in which those lofty titles are uttered drives him fucking insane.

His ego craves for more of those praises. His heart craves for more of Ignis.

Noctis draws in a trembling breath, hungrily pulling his closest confidante closer, as if hoping to merge together. He tugs Ignis close enough for his whispers to tickle at his ear. The words are dry and labored, curt by comparison to Ignis's but clear as day in their meaning.

❝ Show me. ❞

[madeimpact]

He's burning right up to his ears. His dad really just said that in front of the entire kingdom, huh.

...It's kinda making him all mushy on the inside.

[madeimpact]

❝ Got me. Sounds cool, though. ❞

– — "...What the fuck is a 'final fantasy'?"

[tsckcyomi-archived]

"When I was six years old, my father used to make me eat my vegetables by threatening that the cooks would have to be sent away if I said that I don't like the food."

[royalbratprince]

@fujubun liked for a thing!

The fish weren't biting. It was irritating, and the other two had already gone off to do-- Something. Shop, Noctis thought he remembered hearing. He'd been distracted then too by what he was sure was the little ripple of an enormous fin just within sight, near some reeds. He'd even changed out lures a number of times and... nothing.

Doing the unthinkable and making noise, Noctis finally groaned and started to reel the line in for another change. "I thought I was a much better fisherman than a leader, but now I suck at both."

He... hadn't meant to say that. He hadn't meant to think it, even if it was just a passing moment or negativity. Wincing a little, knowing Ignis was right there to hear him, he bit his lip and kept reeling for a bit. "Sorry. I'm probably just hungry. And tired. And the fish are being mean."

[painedprince]

@stonecoldmeme

"You're a genius. Marry me?"