#❛ 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?

[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."

[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'?"

[royalarms]

for the botanical hc meme - bay tree, lilac, poppy! ♡ ⸻ @13nth

bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?

he absolutely favors a simpler and more personal life . he loves the people around him and yearns for nothing more than to experience an average life full of love and peace . from a young age he's had this title thrust upon him that he did not want , and all of these rules , regulations , training regimens , titles , events , etc . , etc . and all he's ever wanted was to be a kid who got to play outside and sleep in on the weekends . that's a lot of the reason he presses to go to a public school . despite the barrier between him and the other students , he got to experience what they experience . he got to feel closer to feeling human . it's a lot of the reason he moved into his own apartment in his late teens ; the life in the citadel ? he never felt like that was his own , or that he truly belonged there . in a life born into extravagance , he cannot help but yearn for the simplicities of life . the struggle of a day - to - day working citizen . how can he love people in the way that he wishes if he can never understand them ?

lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?

tw : parental death !!

so this definitely ties in with my last answer ! he was brought up being told he was special , some chosen king who will purge this star of its scourge , that he is a prophesied existence , which made him feel like this life was never his to live . like destiny would have its way with him and he'd not have a say in its unfolding . when he's really young , he doesn't understand . in actuality , i don't think he fully grasps it until he's forced to during the game's canon , but as a kid , it always felt like a heavy weight . his mother , aulea , passed away when he was eight years old , and his father , the king , regis , had little time to spend with him most days . he spent a lot of time training , studying , learning , reading . . . but it always felt a bit hollow . people loved him , but he never saw it in a way that they loved him for him . he saw their love as a respect for his title as prince and nothing more , leading him to a rather lonely and isolated feeling childhood . i do think the days he spent with aulea were warm , as well as regis , but after the traumatic daemon attack , things were never quite the same . his teenage years were spent dutifully studying and attending class , making great marks and exceeding academically as well as in the eyes of society . though , he didn't have many people he'd consider his friends . this is kind of when he starts forming stronger bonds with prompto , ignis , and gladio , though , so he starts to really spend more time with them , as with them , he begins to feel that sense of belonging he's always wished for . though , he still rejects his princely duties and easily cops an attitude when forced to accept them . again , he doesn't really accept he will one day be king until we see him struggling with it in game . it really is something he adamantly fights against thinking about despite the stress it causes as he pushes it away . of all of the things his kingship would include , a prominent one is the death of his father , and he had been forced to think of that each and every time one wished to prepare him for the throne . he rejected it and rejected it , feared it , until the day did finally come , and even still , he could not bring himself to call himself king . it's an internal battle he's fought all his life .

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

i think this one has two distinct answers ! it depends on how he's feeling and how/why he's seeking comfort . usually , no matter what , he will find comfort by lakeside or seaside , casting his line and watching the water as he awaits a fish's next bite . a particular breeze is often favored , and it helps to refresh his mind and clear his thoughts . for him , it's almost like a meditation . the quietness , the familiarity of the water , and the vastness of existence . he likes those moments of solitude where he can unwind and recharge , letting go of every day stressors and allowing him a chance to reconnect with himself .

sometimes , however , he craves the comfort of another person , or people . the simple of existence of domestic living aside the people dearest to him , who have his trust and care , and vice versa . he enjoys his solitude , but too much of it can feel isolating , and he's back to his childhood miseries . he loves companionship , despite his lack of experience in showing it , and truly enjoys himself when playing video games with his friends , watching movies , camping out together , sharing stories , and bonding . he doesn't always need a hug or a hand to hold , but more often than not , he'll take a warm body to sit aside a campfire with and chat about life .i

[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?"