#The Misadventures of a Prince and his Glaive

[amidalogicdive]

Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Microfic, Prompt Fic, NyxNoct Monthly Challenge, Stupidity, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Lovers, Established Relationship, Misadventures, Bad Luck, Betrayal, Halloween, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Hung Over, Drinking, Hangover, Road Trips

A03 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11766387/chapters/30813717

Chapter 7: Gas Pump

Summary: The Star needs gas... Noctis is just confused and Nyx can't help but be amused.

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Nyx loved Noctis more than life itself, the Astrals knew he did. He’d do anything for the young heir and hadn't been happier since the man had come into his life. But, being in love with a prince wasn't easy, and over time he'd come to know that certain things were expected from such a relationship. The first being, misunderstandings.

Noctis didn't see things the way he did, wasn't raised to see the world the way Nyx perceived it. He'd been raised in a rough and tumble world. His people were hunters, and the forests and rivers were his entire world. Noctis, he was raised with the weight of an entire kingdom on his shoulders. His first instinct was to protect, and Nyx had learned that early on when the two had met. The first time the prince has seen the refugee district, his only question had been how he could help. It was honestly sweet, and things had been improving for them since then. After all, who had the ear of the King better than his own son.

So, Nyx had slowly learned to see the world the way his lover saw it. Saw how easily Noctis could slip into the role of Prince like it was a second skin. How he saw the people of Lucis and knew he had to instill a sense of respect and trust in them. They expected it, but it wasn't always easy and the path wasn't a clear one. He was lucky that his father, King Regis, was one of the most beloved Kings in generations. The way Noctis was shaping up, it was obvious he took after him. But, Regis had raised his son to see the larger picture. That when it came to the Kingdom, his people would always come first - and he, last.

It was a lot for one young man to take in. So, at times when they were alone together, it was easy for Nyx to forget that as well as Noctis knew the big picture; it was the small things that eluded him. Simple day to day activities that were deemed unimportant, especially when you had servants to take care of your needs day and night.

Nyx admitted it was amusing the first time he taught the prince to make coffee, usually something Ignis prepared for him each morning. He'd found it cute when he'd dragged Noctis to the park so they could go ice skating, and yes he laughed when the man had fallen on his ass. The day Crowe dragged them both off to go shopping, claiming Noct's civilian clothes sucked, Nyx has teased him mercilessly. But this, he was just dumbfounded... and didn't know if he should laugh or just throw his hands up in defeat.

"You don't know how to pump gas?" The glare was worth it. Watching the prince's nose scrunch up in irritation, adorable. The glaive laughed, his voice bouncing off the metal roof of the Hammerhead gas station as he leaned back against the Star.

Noctis had called him up the day before, there was a lull in his princely duties, so the two had made quick plans to run for the Wall. Their destination, Lestallum. Seemed there was a festival there that Noctis has been excited about, and Nyx was more than happy to go along with anything that made his lover happy. By the time they had hit Leide, the tank of Noctis precious car was over half empty and Hammerhead seemed like an ideal stop. After eating a quick meal, he'd pointed out to Noctis they would need gas which at this point had turned into a ten-minute struggle. Noctis versus his gas tank.

Thank the Six above, Nyx had learned to find amusement in such situations.

Grumbling and having refused any help, Noctis tried fiddling with the cover of the tank once again. "Shut up, Nyx!" He was obviously frustrated, but the glaive knew not to offer any help until asked. Especially when a princes pride was at stake. "Why won't this open?"

There it was, that look. It was a plea for pity without having to actually ask for assistance. "Probably a button inside the car, babe."

A look of confusion crossed his features. Walking back to the driver's side, he mumbled about stupid setups, and why would the gas tank open from inside a car.

Nyx knew better than to tease him any further, so kept his peace. Poking his head in through the passenger door, he watched as Noctis checked the panel, letting out a sound of annoyance. "Try by the seat, or check under the steering wheel." Nyx received a glare for his help, hiding his amusement by burying his face in the crook of his arm.

"This is stupid!" Leaning back into the seat, dark eyes glared at the dash. "Look, I drive it and when I wanted to drive it again, its full! Why didn't anyone tell me about a fucking gas tank!"

"Love, I'm trying..."

Another glare and Noctis aimed an accusing finger his way. "No, you're laughing! You think this is funny!

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not." Closing his eyes, he let out a breath to calm himself. "Will you, please, show me how to open the gas tank."

He could have made a remark but held back as he slid back into the car. Leaning over the center console, icy orbs took in the controls on the dash and after a moment he noted a very nondescript grey button. It was partially hidden by the slope of the console, dipping inwards to make room for the pedals. "Try that one, love."

Looked down where the glaive was pointing, Noct reached under and pressed it - and then heard an audible click from outside the car. "Was that it?" Watching as Nyx glanced out the passenger door, a nod confirmed it had opened. Slipping back out of his car, Noctis made his way around the back and over to the small hatch that was now slightly ajar. "Thank the Six." Grabbing it, he pulled it open and instantly frowned. "Why is there another cover?!"

Oh, this was just too fucking good, and it was taking everything Nyx had in him not to laugh outright. He knew if he did Noctis would be in a bad mood. Nyx didn't want to spend their impromptu vacation with his lover acting like a wet cat. "It should just twist off."

"Oh," grabbing the cap, he twisted and then twisted again. "It's stuck."

"Push it in and twist at the same time, babe. Seriously, I need to talk to your father about what they teach you. If you have a car, you need to..." He cut off his words as the prince gave him the nastiest look he'd seen of late.

"Don't you dare breath a word of this to anyone. So help me if you do, I swear by Etro, you will suffer Nyx Ulric." His hands instantly rose in surrender, watching as Noctis finally got the cap off. His attention switched from the car to the gas pump, gazing at it like it was just another enemy to take down.

"Noct,"

Once again he was cut off as his lover held up a hand. Reaching out, Noctis picked up the nozzle and looked at it for a moment. He then slid it into the open gas tank, seeming pleased. "Ok, I got this. I can pump fucking gas. I am not stupid..."

Watching the prince stare at the pump, Nyx maintained his peace for roughly two minutes and then he just couldn't take it anymore. "Babe, are you ok?"

"It's not pumping." Looking at the glaive, Noct pointed a finger at the pump. "Why isn't this thing pumping?"

"You need to turn it on, love." This time he couldn't stop his mouth from turning up with an amused smirk. Of course, that only seemed to frustrate the prince even more. "The metal handle you took the nozzle from, flip it up." Watching as Noctis gave the pump an accusing glare, he did as Nyx instructed him. "Ok, now you see the grip on the nozzle?" Noctis nodded. "Squeeze that."

He did as he was told, watching as the pump instantly came to life and gas flowed into the tank. "I... thank you, Nyx."

"You're welcome, my love."

They were silent for a moment until they heard the pump click off; which Nyx let him know that meant it was full. Reversing the instructions, Noctis placed the nozzle back on the pump and resecured the gas tank. Soon both men were back in the car, as Noctis pressed the engine button and the car came to life.

When they didn't move, Nyx looked over at his lover. "Noct, are you ok?"

"Yeah," Popping the car into drive, Noctis grabbed the wheel and shook his head slightly in amusement. "Hey, Nyx?"

“Hm?”

Their eyes met, and Noctis graced him with the most charming smile he'd seen all day. "I meant what I said. If you tell a soul about this, I will make you suffer."

Swallowing, Nyx nodded.“Noted, love.”

[amidalogicdive]

The Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive

CHAPTER 11: ALONE (PART2)

Ao3 LINK READ THE CHAPTER HERE

Rating: Mature Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia Additional Tags: Microfic, Prompt Fic, NyxNoct Monthly Challenge, Stupidity, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Lovers, Established Relationship, Misadventures, Bad Luck, Betrayal, Halloween, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Hung Over, Drinking, Hangover, Road Trips, Nightmares, Dreams and Nightmares, Devotion, Acceptance, Sex, Anal Sex, Sex in a Car, Angst, Injury, Major Character Injury, Hospitals, Memories, Feelings Realization, Past Memories

Summary: Nyx remains in the hospital as Noctis continues to examine his feelings for the glaive, and waits for him to awaken.

Excuse me while I interrupt your normal crack fluff for this angsty interlude!

Part 2 of 4

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Six days.

It could have been six months for all that Noctis was concerned. He hadn’t left the hospital in that time, had barely left the room more than a handful of times when he’d literally had no choice. Most had been for examinations, the doctors running him out to conduct tests and check Nyx status. He’d stopped hoping to hear the words he’d been waiting for that Nyx could be woken up from the coma he’d been put in. For the good of his health, those were the words they had told him too many times as they’d exited the room.

For his health, Nyx must sleep. For his health, Nyx had to linger in this sterile room. For his health, Noctis had to suffer without his calming and reassuring presence…

...and Noctis had started losing hope.

He had been forced to wait, alone, in a precarious balance that messed with his head. Stuck in some odd, indescribable holding pattern, not knowing if Nyx would live or die. A man that was a Hero among glaives and admired by many. Someone that Noctis had been pulled too without thought, never considering where their relationship was heading. It had been fun, an escape… something that he’d made for himself. Now that it was gone? Noctis recognized his emotions for Nyx went far deeper than he’d ever intended for them to go.

Noctis had found himself asking the same question time and time again as he sat in the small, quiet room where Nyx laid. Curled up in the stiff and uncomfortable chair that was provided to guests, he’d decided it was time to analyze his own feelings. Why did his loss hurt so much? Where did his feelings for the glaive end? How could he keep going if Nyx wasn’t there at his side with his sarcastic remarks and tender touches? The deeper he dug, analyzed, and prodded at his thoughts like an open wound; the more he knew there was only one cause. It played on repeat inside his head as he observed the gentle rise and fall of Nyx chest.

I love him. I love him. I love him. 

But, it wasn’t a love of a brother. A friend. Not even a companion. It was an all-consuming, deep and traitorous love that could strengthen or utterly destroy him. At that moment, as Noctis stood there observing the shadows that played across the pulled curtain; he knew if Nyx died it would inevitably shatter him into a million pieces. Knew he would never be able to put himself back together again. So he stood there, his hands clasped together as he chewed on his bottom lip. Noctis waited for those doors to open, sending a silent prayer to Etro. Asking only one thing of her as those words continued over and over in his head, and weary eyes fell closed.

I love him. I love him. I love him. Please, just keep him at my side… because I love him.

“Noct? Highness?”

“Iggy?” Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he glanced at his advisor. Noctis knew how he looked, pale and harried from too many sleepless nights. Too much stress, and too little fresh air. “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought.”

Ignis acknowledged his words, motioning towards the doctor that stood before them. “The medical staff have completed the examination. It will take a few hours for the effects of the medication to wear off, but they have concluded he can be awakened at this time.”

Noctis was quick to look from Ignis to the doctor, a questioning in his eyes. Needing to hear this man say those same words, and it seemed he understood this. “As your advisor has said, Your Highness. His vitals has remained stable for the last forty-eight hours, and all injuries that we felt were life-threatening, seem to be healing sufficiently.” There was a paused, glancing at the watch around his wrist, before speaking again. “His waking will take time.”

“Hours?” He asked.

“Possibly days, Your Highness. With the injuries that he sustained, I’ve seen patients take up to seventy-two hours, or more to finally come too.” Bowing deeply, their eyes met as he righted himself. “We must be contented he will wake, Your Highness.”

Giving a curt nod, he thanked him and then Noctis walked back into the room and to Nyx side. Many of the machines had been removed, and it was easier to pretend that he was simply sleeping like this. “Dusha,” Being careful of the bandages, Noctis ran thin fingers through ashen hair. The words that the doctors had told him days before ran through his head. It was a miracle that he was even alive. Under normal circumstances, anyone who’d sustained such damage would have normally succumbed to their injuries.

Ignis reentered, contemplating the scene for a moment. “Noct, if I may?” Noctis let out a hum, his focus solely on Nyx. “While his ongoing recovering is pleasing to hear, what will Sir Ulric think when he observes you in such a state?” That made the prince look up. “If I may be blunt, you haven't taken proper care over the last week. Knowing that he will not waken within the next forty-eight hours. I must insist you return to your apartment, have a wholesome meal and sleep in a proper bed.”

While Noctis was against the idea, he had done as asked, returning to his home. But only after Gladio and Ignis promised that one of them would remain with Nyx at all times. He would be contacted the moment the glaive demonstrated the slightest indication that he might be waking, and Gladio had taken the first watch. This left Ignis free to take the prince home. Thus assuring that he'd taken a long hot shower, had a proper meal, and slept in his own bed. Noctis had slept most of the day away by the time Gladio had roused him with yet another meal.

He'd also come with news.

Both men had decided Noctis would be banned from the hospital for the rest of the day unless called for. Most of it was spent playing video games and trying to distract himself. Ignis returned that evening, cooking dinner for the prince, before sending him off to bed once again. A few days of proper rest and food had made Noctis feel human again, and still, he waited for any information in regards to Nyx. By the third day, he couldn’t just sit around in his apartment any longer and talked Gladio into taking him back to the hospital. While Ignis wasn’t pleased to see him return, he could appreciate why Noctis felt he should be there.

The two had left, promising to return by morning and once again Noctis was left in the quiet of that tiny room. Nyx sleeping form was his only company as the prince played with his phone, dark eyes straying to the glaves still form. Except he wasn’t still, his eyes fluttered and Noctis jumped up from his seat to cover the insignificant space that stood between them. He reached down to caress Nyx jaw, his thumb brushing tenderly across his cheek. “Dusha, ty menya slyshish'?” There was a sigh, his eyes opening slowly as he blinked a few times. “Nyx?”

It was evident the glaive was still affected by the drugs that ran through his system, along with the lengthy period of sleep. Nyx looked confused for a moment as if he were trying to focus on the face before him. Soon his confusion turned to recognition as he smiled up at Noctis. “Moya lyubov', moya dusha… is it you?”

He couldn’t stop the laugh that left him, a rush of joy and relief flowing through him as tears filled his eyes. “Yes, Nyx. It’s me.” His thumb continued brushing his cheek, and Nyx smiled when Noctis placed a brief kiss on his forehead.

“Hey there, pretty boy. How'd you get here?” At this point drug-hazed eyes had started to wander around, taking in his surroundings. Noctis could see the moment that it clicked, he wasn’t where he thought he should be. “Noct?”

“Stay calm and I'll explain. You have been wounded. Injured during the last attack and Drautos had you rushed back to Insomnia. We are at the hospital near the Citadel, and you’ve been here for about a week and a half.” Needing to know he was actually awake, Noctis leaned over and kissed him. When he felt it returned, he let out a sigh of relief. Pulling apart, he laid his forehead against Nyx' carefully and closed his eyes, despite the fact that tears continued to gather. “I was so frightened. I believed I’d lost you.”

“No, Noct. No. I wouldn't leave you alone.” Raising his arm, Nyx let out a hiss of pain that caused Noctis to pull away. “Oh... fuck, that hurt.”

“Careful!” Noctis laughed, brushing away the tears that streamed down his cheeks. “You haven't even been awake five minutes and you’re already pushing yourself too far.” Kissing him again, the prince placed little pecks to his lips until Nyx was smiling again. “Just relax. How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been trampled by a behemoth?”

“Well, you were…” One brow arched, giving his young lover a look that told him in no uncertain terms that he should continue. “I wasn’t there, all I know is what I heard. Luche was the one who saw it.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took the glaives hand with the utmost care and held it. “He told me a few behemoths were causing trouble, and your group had broken off to take them down.”

“I remember that much. There were three near the wall where Crowe and the mages were.”

“Do you remember what happened next?” He shook his head, and Noctis couldn't hold back a frown. “Luche said you came out of a warp, at the same time a behemoth turned to attack. It knocked you away, and you hit the ground at the same time Pelna had attacked. They said you wound up pinned, and then the creature struggled and ended up rolling over you before attacking again.” He watched Nyx closely, hoping to see some form of recognition in his eyes, but there was nothing.

“I don’t know. It's all a blank, but I trust Luche." He noted the mirid of bandages and smirked. "So, how bad am I hurt so I can figure out how much trouble I'm in with you?”

“Glad you're finding humor in this, ass." He huffed, "When I arrived the doctor had already rushed you into an emergency surgery.” Noct's eyes fell, rubbing the hand that held his. “I was so scared, Nyx. They had to keep you in a coma, because of some contusion or damage to your head. The left shoulder was dislocated and your wrist on that arm broke. Your leg was… damn it Nyx, you could have died!”

“I didn’t, I’m still here. I'm lucky.”

"This time."

"You can't think that way." Nyx entwined in fingers with Noct's, squeezing lightly. "You know what I am, what I do."

“I know,” Leaning closer, Noctis kissed him once again. Raising his free hand to Nyx jawline, pale fingers ran through the coarse beard that had grown out a bit since he’d been in the hospital. “I just, I need you to stay alive.” He murmured, meeting the glaives tired gaze. “When it comes to you, permit me to be a little selfish? I can’t lose you, Nyx.”

He could see the joy mixed with pain in the prince's eyes, and it hurt to know he was the reason for that. “All right.” Brushing his lips against Noct's own, he smiled. “I’m yours; you won’t lose me. Not today.”

"Not ever, if I have any say in the matter."

"Brat." But Noct had stood by him through a lot, and that was a hell of a lot more than he'd expected. Feelings he'd long tried to bury flowed to the surface. "My brat."

[amidalogicdive]

The Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive

Rating: Not Rated Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Microfic, Prompt Fic, NyxNoct Monthly Challenge, Stupidity, HurtHurt/Comfort, Lovers, Established Relationship, Misadventures, Bad Luck, Betrayal, Halloween, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Hung Over, Drinking, Hangover, Road Trips, Nightmares, Dreams and Nightmares, Devotion, Acceptance

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11766387/chapters/30865659

Chapter 8: Nightmares

Summary: Noctis has always suffered in silence when it came to his nightmares, Nyx is determined to make that end.

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He woke suddenly, and all at once. Eyes like obsidian catching the play of lights across the ceiling of his apartment from the city below. Noctis could hear his heart pounding in his ears, drowning out the noises from outside his window. His breath coming in quick, quiet gasps as he laid paralyzed on his bed. It had only been a dream, no, a nightmare that had wrenched him from his sleep. Something that he’d become used to at this point, that had plagued him for over ten years and had stolen many nights of rest from him.

Everything had started with the Marilith attack, a snake daemon that had stolen many lives and had left him wheelchair-bound for close to a year. The attempt on the Lucis Caelum line by the Empire a few months later had only added to the trauma. One that he hadn’t been able to put behind him, no matter how hard he’d tried. It remained there, ever present, in the shadows of the night.

The warmth of another’s body pulled Noctis from his thoughts. Arms tightening around his waist as his lover pulled him closer, compelling the prince to look over at the glaive in his bed. It was rare he suffered such troubling dreams when Nyx laid beside him and was thankful that his restlessness hadn’t woken the man. Yet, despite the warmth, Noctis could feel the effects of the nightmare in the way his body remained on edge. When he found he couldn’t fall back asleep; the prince placed a tender kiss on his boyfriend’s lips and worked his way out of the man’s hold. Blindly, he grabbed a shirt off the floor and pulled it over his naked form with a shiver. Then, grabbing a small figurine from his bedside table, he walked out into the living room and closed the door.

This was common enough, the night terrors that drove him from his bed and the sleep he needed. Noctis still remembered the day Carbuncle had come to him, chasing off the daemons that crept into his dreams. Fighting them and guiding him to the light of dawn and the safety of a new day. Still, all these years later, they still lurked in the recesses of his memories. Even now the God of Dreams would come, sheltering him from the worst… but at times it wasn’t enough. Nyx wasn’t enough.

He despised sleeping alone because of the dreams, the stress… a kingdom, a crown, and a ring. It was suffocating, and the reality of it was far too real. But that was how he’d spent most of his twenty years, alone. The only thing that changed over the years was his surroundings; from a vast, empty bedroom to a vast, empty apartment. He would often wake up, cries of fear escaping his lips and as much as he’d wanted to run to his father, he hadn’t. At times he’d wished they could have been a father and son, but Noctis knew he was a busy man. To wake a King, when he knew that his father got far less sleep than he did, it seemed such a selfish thing to do. He’d had Ignis as well, but again, he hadn’t wished to look weak in the eyes of others.

So Noctis chose to keep his fears to himself. Become his own comfort and learn to calm himself - because he couldn’t depend on someone else to do it.

That was until Nyx had come into his life, wild and free. Yet, he’d become a calming presence; like the steady flow of a river, the glaive had worn down his jagged edges. The heat of Nyx body, soothing him and reminding him that he wasn’t alone, not anymore. Showing the prince that he could depend on someone else without facing ridicule. Still, when the dreams came Noctis continued to suffer in silence. Nyx needed his rest more than Noctis needed coddling.

After all, he was the one inconveniencing the glaive, spending so much time with him. Pulling him from his duties, interrupting his days off by insisting he come over. Invading the man’s modest apartment down in the refugee districts… the last thing Noctis wished to be, was a distraction. Someone who became a hindrance to those around him, who forced those he loved to suffer for his own sake.

What good could he do for his people as King? How could he have a care for others, if he couldn’t care for himself?

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Nyx awoke to a cold and empty bed. It wasn’t the first time, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. He couldn’t count the times he’d found his lover curled up in a chair, or sitting alone on his couch. Per normal, Nyx sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, gathering his thoughts as he let out a deep breath. Then, pushing back the blankets, he rose from the bed. Finding the boxer briefs he’d taken off hours before, Nyx tugged them back on and ran a hand through his hair while heading out into the living room. Glancing around, Nyx noted that his young lover wasn’t there, but knew that Noctis hadn’t fled the apartment.

He made his way across the living room and pulled the balcony door open, pale eyes observing movement farther down within the shadows. Stepping out, Nyx noted the chill in the air, yet stood there silently and observed the prince for a moment. Noctis sat curled up on a chair, his exposed legs pulled to his chest. In his hand he held a carved figure of Carbuncle, Nyx remembered that the prince’s father had given it to him when he was young. According to Noctis, the small God had come visiting him many times. A constant companion, sheltering him from the terrors of his mind. Now, his lover sat there, pale fingers running over the curves and edges of the tiny wooden idol. Dark eyes were distant, locked on the lights of the Citadel that lay a few blocks from his residence.

Nyx was content to watch Noctis for the moment. Admiring how the moonlight made his pale skin glow in the darkness. Watching the stars and the magic of his blood that seemed to reflect in his dark eyes. They swirled like the dark ocean waters, ever changing with the tide. Noctis was beautiful, and the glaive still didn’t comprehend how he’d been so lucky to end up with him. Seeing the man shiver, Nyx forged his way down the balcony to stand beside him. “Don’t you think you’re a bit underdressed for this weather?”

“Mm,” Noctis sighed, pulled from his thoughts as his eyes darting to the side for an instant. “I’m sorry Nyx. I never meant waking you. I just,”

“You just couldn’t sleep?” It was common enough that Noctis didn’t have to explain his actions. “I know.” Occupying the seat next to him, Nyx patted his lap. The prince seemed to consider the offer for a moment, rolling his eyes as he moved to sit on the glaives leg. Resting his chin on his lover's shoulder, Nyx nuzzled the pale column as he wrapped his arms around Noct's waist. “Your skin is like ice.”

“I didn’t notice.” And he hadn’t having been lost in his own thoughts.

“You shouldn’t have come out here in just a shirt. Better yet, you should have woken me up if you were having issues sleeping, little prince.” There was a pause in his words, feeling Noctis relax against him.

“I know, you’ve said that before.” His words were whispered, eyes falling on the small figurine once again. “You always say that, Nyx.”

“I always mean it. You’re a clever man so I would have thought you’d have gotten the point by now.”

Noctis nodded, but he couldn’t stop the frown that pulled at his lips. “I appreciate what you’re urging me to do, Nyx. I… I just wish you didn’t ask it of me. I’m no more important than you are, and my issues, they shouldn’t affect your duties.” His fingers tightened around the little idol, looking back up at Nyx. “I will be King, and you can’t expect me to come running every time I can’t sleep.”

Nyx ran a hand through dark locks, seeing how easily the other fell into his touch. He knew that Noctis couldn’t help it. Despite his words, the two had become quite codependent. “Not every time, just most of the time.”

That made the prince laugh, his forehead bumping lightly against the glaives own. “Why do you do this to me?” He asked, “Why do you make me need you so fucking much?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” Rubbing the tip of his nose against his partners, Nyx smiled. “I like having you around, love. If you need me, it’s only because I need you just as much.”

“I’m a distraction.”

“Yes, in many ways. Got a nice ass too.”

“Nyx, I’m being serious!”

“So was I.” He replied with a smirk.

Ignoring the comment, Noctis looked back down at the Carbuncle figure. “The nightmares I endure, they aren’t… it’s almost like they are real. I know I panic and don't sleep well, so the last thing I want is constantly having to wake you up at night.” He bit his lip, worrying the bottom one for a moment. “Maybe I’m more trouble than I’m worth…”

“I think you’re worth the trouble.” Tightening his hold on the smaller man, he rose and lifted Noctis into his arms. A startled whimper left Noctis, instantly wrapping his arms around the glaives neck as he carried him back into the living room. “I want you to trouble me; I’m your boyfriend for a reason, little prince. So wake me up if you need too, talk to me. Let me help you chase away the bad dreams. I have so little to give you outside of myself, so I want to be there for you.”

“Are you sure? Won’t it, I mean won’t I…”

“Noctis, stop.” The prince blinked, meeting Nyx eyes. “Listen to me. I love you, everything about you. If some bad dreams are part of that, then I accept it. Stop trying to wage every battle on your own, let me help you. I want to support you, understand?” He nodded. “You are not and never will be a bother.”

Tears filled his eyes as Noctis looked down. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good, now you left me alone and I’m cold.” He smirked, carrying the prince into the bedroom where he deposited him onto the bed. “I expect you to make it up to me. So, how about you and I find a way to warm back up again?”

Setting the small figurine on the bedside table, Noctis tugged his lover down to lay on top of him. Having finally found what he’d been missing all his life, Noctis refused to let it go. Nyx was his, and he belonged to the glaive. Forever.

“I think I can manage that.”

[amidalogicdive]

Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive

Rating: Mature Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Crowe Altius, Pelna Khara, Libertus Ostium Additional Tags: Microfic, Prompt Fic, NyxNoct Monthly Challenge, Stupidity, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Lovers, Established Relationship, Misadventures, Bad Luck, Betrayal, Halloween, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Hung Over, Drinking, Hangover, Road Trips, Nightmares, Dreams and Nightmares, Devotion, Acceptance, Sex, Anal Sex,Sex in a Car, Angst, Injury, Major Character Injury, Hospitals, Memories, Feelings Realization, Past Memories, Tattoos, Eloping, Marriage, Birthday, Birthday Sex, Past, Developing Relationship, Depression, Heart-to-Heartn, ever gonna give you up, Betting, Gaming, Shit Talk

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Chapter 16: Weapons (Future Look)

Summary: “Nervous, baby?”A frown pulled at Nyx lips as Noct said those words. “You are nervous! Ha!”

”Of you?“ Was the reply, glancing back over at Noctis. ”Never, little prince. Nothing can match the power of my weapons.“

”Relying on your weapons, huh?“

(March Prompt and a future look at these two nerds living together.)

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The tension in the room was acute as the two men looked at one another from opposite sides of the couch. It had been two hours since this had started, and it was getting to the point that Prompto had moved to sit at the dining table. Trying to relax seated by the two when they were like this, well it wasn’t safe for anyone, honestly. He picked up his phone and recorded the two. Then sent it to Ignis and Gladio, along with a short message.

Prompto] (16:34:48) They are at it… again.

Ignis] (16:36:12) I swear, they are like children.

Gladio] (16:36:52) Those two have too much time on their hands and did you expect less Iggy?

Prompto chuckled, glancing back over at his best friend and his husband. “How long are you two keeping this up?” He expected to be ignored and was. Sighing, he decided it was better to just watch as soft clicking filled the room once again.

Nyx wasn’t letting his husbands blond friend distract him. Giving the prince a long look, he could see he was plotting. It was in his eyes, and in that shitty grin, he was wearing. “You need to stop. Seriously.”

“Nervous, baby?”A frown pulled at Nyx lips as Noct said those words. “You are nervous! Ha!”

”Of you?“ Was the reply, glancing back over at Noctis. ”Never, little prince. Nothing can match the power of my weapons.“

”Relying on your weapons, huh?“ There was a grin pulling at those lips, as both looked forward again. ”Just admit it old man, I’m much better at this than you are! But, you got one more chance Hero, prove me wrong!"

”Did you just call me old?!“ A growl left him as Noctis started laughing, leaning back on the couch. ”I didn’t hear you calling me old in bed last night. Actually, it was more along the lines of: Oh Nyx, harder! You’re so fucking good!“

”Seriously guys?!“ He only got a distracted ’Sorry Prom’, as the two focused on one another.

After a moment, Noct glanced at Nyx with a smirk. ”You know what you forgot, love?“

”Not falling for it, refuse to let you distract me!“

”Oh, it’s not a distraction baby.“ Glancing forward again, Noct let out a light chuckle. ”I was thinking about what you were saying. About your weapon? That’s the difference between you and me. You wear a weapon, I AM a weapon.“ His fingers clicked around the controller in his hand, his character pulling off a combo with his fists as K.O. flashed across the screen.

”You have got to be fucking me!“ Throwing the controller towards Noctis, it landed about a foot from him as the younger man fell off the couch and onto the floor laughing. ”You’re a cheater, little shit!“

Wrapping his arms around his tummy, Noctis continued to laugh as Nyx stood and walked towards the kitchen. ”Awww, baby… it’s ok! Cuz you know what I’m not??“

”Noct,“ Nyx pointed a finger at him. ”Don’t even start!“

”…I’m not doing the chores for the next week!“ Nyx head fell to the counter as the prince stood and did a little victory dance.

Glancing at the glaive, Prompto shook his head. ”It was a stupid bet, Nyx. You know how he is when it comes to video games.“

”Just do me a favor,“ The blond gave him a questioning look. ”Make it quick when you put me out of my misery.“

”I promise.

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Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive

Chapter 6: Hangover Remedy

Rating: Not Rated Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Microfic, Prompt Fic, NyxNoct Monthly Challenge, Stupidity, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Lovers, Established Relationship, Misadventures, Bad Luck, Betrayal, Halloween, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Hung Over, Drinking, Hangover

Ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11766387/chapters/29080890

Summary: “Last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who challenged Libs to a drinking contest. You do remember I told you we owned a bar in Galahd?”

“Don’t remind me.”

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Chapter 6: Hangover Remedy

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Nyx Hell November Prompt: “I was just saying you look like crap because I love you.”

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Nyx entered his apartment, trying to stay as quiet as he could so he wouldn't disturb the other occupant. Setting the bag in his hand on the small side table, he made quick work of removing his wet coat and boots before icy orbs glanced towards the bed. The only thing visible was a decent sized lump that took up most of the space and a tuft of black hair on the pillow. It was endearing, and Nyx would have joined him but he was well aware of the reception he would receive. Grabbing the bag once again, he made his way over to the small kitchen and pulled a mug down from the cupboard. The noise must have woken up his boyfriend, coughing echoing through the small room as the blankets shuffled a bit. Keeping his mind on the task at hand, Nyx pulled the container from the bag and poured half of it into the cup. Only then did he make his way over to his sleepy lover. “Good morning, little prince.”

“...so bright.” The words were slurred, a pale hand popping up from under the bedding to rumple his dark hair.

“Yes, that is typically what happens when it's the middle of the day. Rain stopped and the sun's starting to come out.” All he could hear was a pathetic little groan as the hand disappeared, and Nyx couldn't stop the chuckle that fell from his lips. “Don’t worry, it’s late afternoon so it will be going down soon.” The top of his head was the only visible part of him above the blankets. But, he didn't need to see Noctis to know he wasn't doing well. Dark bloodshot eyes popped out and gave him a look of disgust as he sat down on the edge of the bed, disturbing his lover's little cocoon. Setting the cup he’d been carrying on the wooden table beside the bed, Nyx met those eyes. “Wow, you look like crap.”

“You… are the worst boyfriend ever.”

“Oh, am I now?” He kept his voice low, calming. Tanned fingers working to untangle the small amount of dark hair he could see, even as Noctis continued to glare. Moving lower, he soon found one temple and went about rubbing small tender circles, hoping to ease the pain in his lovers head. Noctis could only nod, yet at the same time moved closer to the talented fingers that seemed to know exactly what they needed to do. “Last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who challenged Libs to a drinking contest. You do remember I told you we owned a bar in Galahd?”

“Don’t remind me.” Moaning as hazy memories slowly came back to him, Noctis buried his face in the pillow hoping it would either block the light or suffocate him. At this point, he would be glad to take whichever came first.

“Seems to me you need reminding, dusha.” Lying on the little bit of bed left unclaimed, Nyx continued to massage the princes poor abused head. “I also wasn’t the one who told their worst boyfriend ever to stay out of it.” The glaive wasn't a fool; he knew that Libertus would win. Very few could outdrink the man, and part of him was annoyed that the fellow glaive accepted. But shit happened, and Nyx hadn't expected Noctis to go so far to try and prove himself. What had the royal pain in the ass been trying to prove? Nyx was still trying to sort that one out.

One dark eye came out from its hiding place as the prince glower at the glaive beside him. Though it wasn't so much a glower, as something that wavered somewhere between pure agony and looking like he’d be sick any minute. “You’re the adult, why didn’t you stop me?”

“Well, technically we are both adults,” Hiding his face once again, a grumble came from the pillow, warning him that he didn’t want to finish that sentence. Continuing to caress his head, Nyx dismissed the words he was about to voice. “Noct, you’re my lover. You’re also the Prince.”

“Your point?”

“Technically you have more power than I do, despite me being the elder. Plus, you threatened to toss me in the dungeon, dusha.”

A muffled snort rose from the boyfriend shaped lump that was currently taking up most of the bed. “We don’t even have a dungeon, Nyx.”

“Huh,” Moving a bit closer to his lover, his hand lowered to start rubbing Noct's neck. “well, that's good to know.” A laugh came from the man buried in the blankets, followed by a whimper as he pushed his face deeper into the pillow. “So are you staying mad at me for doing what you asked?”

“Yes!” He snapped, regretting it as a sharp stabbing pain shot behind his eyes. “This is awful, I feel like my insides are trying to kill me. Anyway, you said I looked like crap!”

Ah, the innocence of one who’d never been hungover before. “You’re the one who said we should always be honest with one another, it would show how much we loved each other.”

“Not that honest…”

“Dusha…” A growl was his response as the blanket blob tried to retreat farther away. “Really, are we doing this?” Reaching up to rub his own shoulder, Nyx adjusted himself so he could lean against the wall. “Noctis, come up here.” Nothing. “I was just saying you look like crap because I love you.”

“Bullshit.” Was the muffled response.

While he shouldn't, part of him was finding this whole situation amusing. Well, amusing now that he knew he boyfriend wasn't going to side from alcohol poisoning. That would have been very bad, and Regis would have probably taken his head off. "Fine, stay under there. I guess you don't want what I brought you."

The room fell silent and Nyx waited, he waited because he knew his lover better than Noctis knew himself. The temptation of a gift was an awful thing. Bedding shifted, and half of Noct's head popped into view. "You brought me something?"

“Mm, for the head and stomach. An old Galahdian hangover cure.” That seems to gain some sort of interest as his lover fought to untangle himself from the bedding and move closer to the glaive. “I had Yama-chan make some for you. He was glad to know you were alive, he was a bit worried when I had to carry you away.”

“Oh, I'll have to apologize to him. Um, what’s in it?”

“Nope, I know how picky you are. Just trust me when I said, in this instance, you're better not knowing.” His lover's nose wrinkled up, and Nyx knew that look. It was the look of a man who'd rather die than digest something that was unknown to him. “I'll be honest, it tastes like shit but you will feel a million times better once you drink it.”

Thinking about his options, he realized he had none. Crawling into Nyx lap and nearly plastered himself against the glaive, Noctis tucked his face into the rough scruff of his neck. “Promise?”

“I swear." Grabbing the mug, Nyx let the prince sit up and then handed it over to him. "Both hands; hold it tight and don't spill." Noctis nodded, dark eyes looking at the orangeish-red liquid that had been presented to him. “I know you. Don’t think about it, just down it in one go.” While it was sound advice, he couldn't help but sniff the warm liquid, then gave Nyx a look of disgust. “Trust me.”

“Okay.” One last look of uncertainty was tossed down at the liquid, then he took a deep breath and put the mug to his lips. Swallowing the whole cup as fast as he could, Noctis starts to cough as Nyx took the empty mug from his hands.

For a moment the prince actually looked a bit green, and Nyx wondered if maybe it had been a bit too much for him. Then Noctis took a gasping breath, burying his face in the glaives chest. “Relax, slow deep breaths. You're going to be fine, dusha.” He was trying so hard not to laugh, knowing his poor lover found none of this amusing. Instead, he went back to caressing small circles into the man’s back as he coughed. Once the fit had subsided, Noctis looked back up at him and Nyx could only smile. “Look at that, you have a bit of color back in your cheeks. How do you feel?”

“Like I want to gag. Nyx, that was disgusting.”

Nodding his head in agreement, the glaive cupped his face in his hands. “But how do you feel? How's the head and your stomach.”

Noctis opened his mouth to speak, eyes widening, before blinking a few times. He didn’t feel great, but oddly enough he felt better. The pounding in his head had subsided to an annoying ache, and he didn’t feel like he was about to be torn apart from the inside. “Um, okay. Better. What was that?”

“Ah, Galahdian secret.” Puffing out his cheeks like he was fucking five again, the prince gave him a look and this time Nyx couldn't hold back the laughter. “I can’t tell you. Anyway, you might kill me if you found out. All that matters is you’re feeling better.” Grudgingly, his lover agreed. “Now, what did we learn from all of this?”

“Don’t threaten to throw boyfriends into the dungeon because they might have some magical life-saving hangover cure that tastes like shit?”

“I, wow…” That hadn’t been the answer he was expecting. “I don't even know how to respond to that. Yes, I guess so... But what did we really learn?”

“Don’t challenge a mutant Galahdian who can consume their weight in alcohol to a drinking contest?”

“Um, yes… and never let Lib’s hear you call him that. I don’t know if he’d take it as an insult or a compliment, and I don’t want to deal with the aftermath either way.” Placing a kiss on his lover's forehead, Nyx pulled them both down into the bed pulled before tugging the blankets up higher. “Now get a bit more rest and then I’ll make us some dinner.” Before Noctis could even nod, he was fast asleep in the glaives arms.

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nyxnoct for the prompt "so that’s it? It’s over?"

Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive

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Rating: MatureRelationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx UlricCharacters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Crowe Altius, Pelna Khara, Libertus OstiumAdditional Tags: Microfic, Prompt Fic, NyxNoct Monthly Challenge, Stupidity, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Lovers, Established Relationship, Misadventures, Bad Luck, Betrayal, Halloween, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Hung Over, Drinking, Hangover, Road Trips, Nightmares, Dreams and Nightmares, Devotion, Acceptance, Sex, Anal Sex, Sex in a Car, Angst, Injury, Major Character Injury, Hospitals, Memories, Feelings Realization, Past Memories, Tattoos. Eloping. Marriage

Chapter 13: Marked (Part 4)Summary: Nyx and Noctis unite as one.

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Nyx and Noctis gazed at the man behind the counter as his eyes observed the lines on the paper they had handed him upon entering. Now and then he'd make a grunt or a light hum, but had said little else since greeting them. Unfortunately, Nyx patience had finally worn out. “I won't ask if you can do it, I know you can. Will you?”

“Ain't so much the doing, as the who I'm doing it too.” The stranger's eyes fell on the man who stood at Nyx side. “Touchin’ the King's son wasn't on my to-do list before I died. If they find out I did this to him, well there might be some dyin’ involved Ulric.”

The glaive snorted, but Noctis understood the stranger's paranoia. “Look, no one knows we are here but you. I won’t tell and neither will Nyx. I'll make sure of it.” Despite the words, the man didn't seem convinced. “As a gesture of our goodwill, Nyx will compensate you for the risk you're taking. Double the normal price.”

“Noct…”

“Will you do it? Nyx said you're the best, that he trusts no other to get this right.” While that wasn't exactly what his lover had claimed, compliments never hurt, and they both knew it.

Looking back down at the paper, the man ran a hand through his beard and nodded. “As I said, it ain't the doing; I can do it. But,” He paused, a look of worry within his gaze. “You're sure? This bastard told ya what all this means, right? ”

“Hey!”

“Well, he's not wrong, dusha. You are a bit of a bastard.” The glaive pouted, while the man behind the counter couldn't help but laugh at his expense. After a moment Noctis breathed out, meeting his eyes. “I understand what I am doing. I want this, more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. All I am asking, all I need is for you to say yes. We don’t have anyone else we can go to.”

Considering the desire and honestly, he saw in the prince's eyes; he knew he couldn’t deny him. Noctis was a gracious prince, who’d assisted the refugees many times over the years. If this is what he wanted then, who was he to stop him. “Alright, I'll do it. But if this all backfires and they start lookin’ for someone to blame? Better not hear anyone at my door.” Noctis smiled, taking his hand as they shook on it. “Nyx there, he’s still payin’ me double for this.” Turning, the man walked away and disappeared into the back room.

Watching him exit the room, Nyx was quick to pull his lover into his arms. A kiss was placed on his forehead as the glaive tilted Noct’s chin up to meet his eyes. “Once this is done we can’t undo it. Dusha, I love you but I need you know you’re sure about this.”

It was the hundredth time that Nyx asked him that question since they left the apartment, despite the fact that he’d been the one to suggest this whole thing. “I'm positive. You and I both discussed this while you were injured. We have gone over every scenario and decided on this as a couple. You created the emblem in the proper Galahdian fashion, and I agreed to it.” Cupping his cheek, Noctis gazed at him with a mix of amusement and endearment. “I love you so much, Nyx Ulric.”

“Ok, we are doing this.” While hearing Noct’s thoughts relieved him, he nevertheless, found himself humming with nervous energy. It was the same feeling Nyx got as he pulled from the king's own power, weaving the magic into spells of protection and defense. A heat that flowed through his veins, warming him and setting his blood on fire. Never in his life did Nyx think he’d be in this position, much less with a prince. “You’re right, everything will be fine. I just, this is all new to me and I can’t believe we are actually doing this.”

“Well it is, and we are.”

“Your father might kill us, well me.” It was less a warning and more of a fact. At least it was in Nyx’s eyes, but he’d also thought Regis would dispatch him when he found out they had been sleeping together. That hadn’t happened… yet.

“My father might do a great many things.” The sentiment was spoken with little care, brushing off his lover's concern. “He can’t destroy what we are unless we allow him. Everything will be fine, Nyx. If it isn't, I'll just blame it on you.”

Before Nyx could even utter a word, the man had returned carrying a few small items. Pushing back a curtain, he sat down on a small rolling stool and patted the larger chair beside him. “Come here, Your Highness. You can go first, wouldn’t want ya backin’ out once ya see Nyx have a go.”

Taking a deep breath, Noctis made his way over and sat down. “Will it hurt?”

The stranger chortled at his question, picking up the small machine on the side table. “Can’t rightly say, Highness. Depends on the person and the place… some might feel pain and others, nothing.

“Noct’s got a good pain tolerance.” Walking to the opposite side, Nyx sat down in a chair that had been pushed against the wall. Noctis instantly held out a gloved hand, which the glaive took in his own. “You’re really sure? Once this starts there is no backing out, little prince.”

“If you ask me that one more time I will hurt you.” Leaning over, Noctis kissed Nyx and gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m ready, and yes I want this.”

“Alright you two, no more arguing.” Motioning for the prince to sit back, Noctis did as he was told. A moment later he felt a hand in his hair as he placed a clip to hold the dark fringe back. “So, this size and right behind the ear?”

“Yes, that's what Noctis and I agreed on.”

A coarse hand patted Noctis’ arm, dark eyes glancing at him as he grinned and held up the machine. “No turnin’ back, Your Highness.”

The machine switched on, and the modest space was filled with a very loud buzzing. Noctis felt the hand holding his tighten, Nyx watching as needle touched skin and then looked at his lover for a reaction. Honestly, it had been a surprise at first, to feel the needle poking into his skin at such a rapid pace. He couldn’t say it hurt, but it wasn’t very comfortable either. All said, Noctis didn’t see the draw of it and doubted he’d do anymore in the future. But this one, this was special. A contract between himself and his lover, one that no one could take away from them.

“You doing ok?” Noctis blinked as Nyx words pulled him from the almost meditative state he’d put himself in. “If you need a break just say so.”

He heard the concern in his lover's voice and knew he couldn’t be angry with him. “Well, it’s not as bad as a sword through the back.” He felt the man pull the machine away as Noctis chuckled as his own joke, despite the poor taste. “I’m fine and would rather just get it over with.”

“If ya hold still I’ll be done in a few minutes.” Taking a deep breath, Noctis closed his eyes and did as the man said. “Not a big emblem, but ya did a nice job at mixin’ the two cultures.”

Noctis smiled at the compliment as Nyx nodded. “I’ll admit, it was hard coming up with something. But, I think in the end we achieved a unity that symbolizes us perfectly.”

He nodded, moving the machine down a bit and heard the prince let out a hiss. “Sorry, that spot can be a bit touchy. Just a minute more and we are all done.” There were a few more swipes, and then a light hum as he examined the spot, then the machine went quiet. Setting it aside, he wiped a cold liquid over the spot behind his ear, looking pleased with the work. “I’d say we are done.”

“So that’s it?” Noctis took the offered mirror, looking into another on the wall so he could see the black marking that now stood out against his pale skin. “It’s over?”

“Yup, that would be all of it, Highness. Now come sit a minute.” He took the mirror away and then placed a cream on the mark that was slightly larger than a gil. “Gotta say, you did well for your first tattoo.” Placing a bandage over the mark, He went about cleaning the equipment as Nyx held his lover closer, kissing and fussing over him. “Come on Ulric, ass in the chair.”

The two traded places, Noctis now holding his hand as his lover had done for him. “Remember what you told me? Just relax.”

“Sure, dusha.” Nyx couldn’t avoid feeling a bit of amusement, considering he had so many tattoos on his body.

Noctis watched as the man finished cleaning the equipment and switched out the needle. Soon, the sound of buzzing filled the small space as the man focused on the artwork he was placing behind Nyx lower ear. There was a part of him, a very possessive part, that felt happy knowing Nyx would have this symbol on his skin forever. Another part did worry about how his father would handle this news, once he had the nerve to tell him. Lost in thought, it was the machine switching off that finally caught his attention.

“Alright,” Cleaning Nyx new tattoo, he cleaned and covered it as well. “Remember, we didn’t do business and I don’t know where ya got these from.”

“Agreed.” Nyx handed him the money, double as promised, and took two small containers from him. “I can trust ya to show him how to clean it right?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine.”

His hand pounded his chest lightly, bow his head and Nyx returned the act. “Congratulations, brother of my blood. I wish you two the best.”

“Thank you.” Nyx held out his hand, which Noctis took instantly as they left the tiny business. Both were quite as they made their way through the streets of the refugee district and soon ended up at Nyx door. “How does it feel?”

“It stings a bit, but overall it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” Seeing the glaive open the door, Noctis walked in as Nyx followed and closed it behind them. “He called you brother?”

“Mm,” Pulling off his coat, he hung it up and held out a hand for Noct’s. “Brother of my blood, not an actual brother, my love. He was from a neighboring tribe, and from the same island.”

“Oh. So,” Sitting down on the bed, Noctis leaned back as he thought a moment. “He was simply acknowledging you as a fellow Galahdian?”

“Exactly.” Sitting beside him, it only took a second for Noctis to crawl into his lap. His arms wrapping around the smaller waist as his sweet lover kissed him over and over again until they were both breathless. “Someone is very excited.” He whispered, nipping at his jawline.

“Why shouldn’t I be? Let me see the tattoo.” He watched Nyx pull the bandage off gently and then turned his head. Noctis was very careful not to touch it, but looked at each dark line, memorizing it. Nyx had taken Noct’s own crest, shaped like the walls of insomnia and combined it with the tribal markings of his own family. The resulting tattoo retained the bold lines of his Lucian blood, alongside the soft curves and arrowed markings of Nyx own hunting tribe. The whole design had been done in black, a color that both of their families carried, and Noctis loved it. Placing a kiss on his neck, Noctis smiled up at Nyx.

“Like it that much?” He asked, and the prince hummed out his approval. “I’m glad, it’s not something that we can easily get rid of.”

“I know, I don’t want to get rid of it.” Pushing Nyx back, Noctis straddled his waist. “Quite the contrary, it makes me want to consummate our joining for the rest of the night.”

“Our joining.” Reaching up, Nyx pulled his lover down and kissed him. “I would like that too… but,”

The words died on his lips as Noctis let out a huff of agitation. “But, what?”

“Well, when are you going to tell your father that we…” He paused, trying to find the best way to phrase it and came up empty. “That we eloped?”

“Easy, I’ll just say - Dad, I got married. He'll ask, to who? Then I'll say, oh just some glaive. You wouldn’t know him.” The fingers at his waist made him laugh as Nyx started to tickle him. “No, stop! Nyx, I swear… stop!”

Flipping them over, Nyx looked down at Noctis. “I'm glad you see the situation so humous, little prince. But, I’m serious, when? I, I want to be there.”

“Soon.” Cupping his cheek, Noctis kissed him. “Very soon, husband.”

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Can i send another prompt? :D nyxnoct #37 "dance with me", and maybe one of them is drunk? :3 hihi~

Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive

Rating: MatureCategory: M/MFandom: Final Fantasy XVRelationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx UlricCharacters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Crowe Altius, Pelna Khara, Libertus Ostium

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Summary: Nyx wants to dance, simple as that.

Chapter 17: Dancing

By late afternoon Nyx and Noct knew that they were lucky for the schedule change they’d made to their day.

It had taken a month, but the day had come when Nyx would move into Noct’s, which would now be their, apartment. They hadn’t wanted to wait that long, but the delay came from finding the time to take off together, without looking suspicious. It had taken a bit of maneuvering, but the day had arrived, and both had agreed to move him in on their first day off. The evening prior Nyx even talked his husband into getting up early, instead of starting in the afternoon as they had first agreed on. That was an achievement all on its own.  

That choice was how the luck had come into play.

It was a couple minutes past noon, and they had been up for a good eight hours at this point. The two men had walked outside to take in the last few boxes when it began to rain. Making quick work of the items, Nyx left the keys with the doorman for pickup and made his way upstairs. They both agreed that unpacking could wait til tomorrow, taking a shower together and settled in to relax for the afternoon. An hour after that it had become a downpour, with no signs of stopping.

Nyx thanked the Gods they had decided to pick up some takeout and a few cases of beer on their last run. Neither could imagine putting in the effort to cook or go to a restaurant. So there they sat half-eaten Galahdian food on the coffee table and a case of beer down, as the storm continued outside.

Despite the change in the weather, Noctis couldn’t have been happier. The excitement he felt, living in the same space as his husband, made up for the alarm blaring at 5 am and the exhaustion he felt. It was exhilarating, having Nyx with him, knowing he’d never have to leave. Noct felt like they were starting their life together, like a normal married couple. It made him feel complete in a way little else did.

Leaning forward, he reached for another beer, noting the look the glaive was giving him. It was a mix of a smirk and a smile, making Noctis chuckle. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, the smile growing a bit. “You’re just, so beautiful.”

Noctis flushed, opening up the bottle. “You’ve drunk too much if you’re getting this sentimental, Nyx.” He went to raise the bottle to his lips when Noct felt Nyx rising from the couch. Tugged up a moment later, his body collided with a warm and solid chest. “Nyx! Careful, I could have spilled this.”

The glaive snorted, pulling him a bit tighter against his body. “Dance with me.” Noctis shook his head and tried to pull away, but it was useless. “Come on, baby. Please, humor me? Dance with me.”

“We don’t have any music, you nerd. Plus, you’re drunk.”

“So uncreative!” Spinning the prince out, he grinned. “And I’m not drunk, I’m in love.” Nyx pulled him in once again as a soft humming fell from his lips.

Despite the evidence that disproved the glaives comment, Noctis knew it would be pointless to argue with him. Sinking into his hold, the two took their time dancing in the living room. Nuzzling his face into Nyx chest, Noctis listened to the unfamiliar tune that he hummed. “Such a dork,” He said, smiling as he glanced up at him. Reaching up, Noctis cupped his cheek and Nyx leaned into the touch. “But you’re my dork.”

“Always yours, my little prince.” His hand stroked the princes back gently, careful of the hidden scars that could plague him at times. They continued to dance, both watching one another as the rain and thunder continued outside. “I love you, so much Noctis. You mean everything to me. I’d be lost without you, do you know that?”

“I do,” He whispered. The words mean the world to him, knowing how much Nyx loved him. How it felt like they had found the missing pieces of themselves when they were together. But, at the same time, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Now I know you’re drunk. Always so sentimental, my love.” Nyx didn’t have a chance to argue before Noctis pressed his lips against the glaives. Pulling from the kiss, he met his husband's eyes. “I love you too, so very much.”

“I know, baby.”

Nuzzling his face into Nyx chest, the arms wrapped around him tightened. They were dancing again, their bodies moving to the rhythm of the rain beating against the windows and the rolls of thunder. Noctis couldn’t help the thought that this was the perfect way to begin a new life together.

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Requested: Here is the rough design of the tattoo that is done in Chapter 13 of Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive. Sorry about the rough quality, not an artist. lol!

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3, 6, 20, 23, 27, 41 and 46. I hope that's not to many :/

Never too many! :3 

Sorry for the late reply I was sleeping and then working all day! 

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

By far, I would say the Final Fantasy fandom. I’ve never met a rude person (in the FFXV fandom), and a great majority are ship and let ship. You never see any real shipping discourse, and if you do it’s very small and easy to ignore lol. A good 90% or more of the people I have met in the FF fandom are honestly good people, and I have made some amazing friends in this fandom!

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in. 

Oh god, if you’re talking about active fandoms and my top OTP? This is a very short list lol so I’ll toss in a few pairings I love. 

FFXV: NyxNoct 

VLD: Sheih 

Castlevania: Alucard/Trevor

No.6: Nezumi/Shion

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Um… quite a few. like Ardnoct? Yeah, that was one… Ardnyx? Ok, anything with Ardyn. I thought I’d hate him and I have actually grown really fond of him. Also Allurance (VLD). I didn’t expect to like it, but they are cute.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Misadventures of a Prince and his Glaive, because I just have fun writing it. It also has a little of everything, comedy, love, angst, romance. It’s a good mixture.

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

TITLES!! 100% titles, summaries are easy but I frikin hate coming up with titles!!

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

married at first sight by kittymills (VLD) @flashedarrow

Shiro the Hero loves you baby series by Saasan (VLD) @decidedlysarah

to go, to follow series by arahir (VLD) @arahir

Blind Faith by Aithilin (FFXV) @aithilin

Crescendo by JazzRaft (FFXV) @jazzraft

and one more for nice even fun -

Be My Player 2? by Myoneloveismusic (VLD) @my-one-love-is-music

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

Same as above - Misadventures of a Prince and his Glaive. They are just short little stories that are a mix of comedy, drama, angst, love etc… they don’t take too long to read and they are all interlaced together creating a larger overall story! ts, by far, my favorite fic I have written at the moment.

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Opening Lines 👀

Rules: List the first lines of your last 8 stories (if you have less than 8, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

Ok, why not! Thanks for the tag @jockvillagersonly

1. Black:  It was currently the rainy season where they had chosen to retire, then again rain was commonplace there year-round.

2. Drowning in You: Xiaoge helped his boyfriend hobble into the house and set him on a low stool.

3. Let It All Go: Shen Wei had lived for thousands upon thousands of years, and in all that time he'd never been one to need much sleep.

4. The Iris of Ravatogh: He had not been expecting this.

5. Something About Us: One could say it was a series of unfortunate circumstances that had led them to one another.

6. His Own: When they initially met, he was like the desert.

7. Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive: “I’ll tell you what, if it wasn’t for bad luck you’d have no luck at all.”

8. Waiting: Soulmates.

I honestly see no pattern, lol. The one thing I do notice, if you can consider it a pattern, is I don’t tend to mention names of characters in my opening sentences. As for my favorite opening line of all of them, it would probably be #7 because it still make’s me laugh.

Tagging, if you’re interested but no pressure: @aithilin @glaivenoct @gizzwhizz @the-sassiest-trixster @flashedarrow @jazzraft and whoever else is interested.

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fave writer meme @jazzraft thank you for tagging me!! :3

What is your total word count on AO3? 153,385

How often do you write? How often do I try? Everyday. How often do I actually write? Who knows, my muse sucks at times and he knows it. XD

Do you have a routine for writing? Outside of usually, I listen to music and talk off my friend's ears? No... I just put on music and try to do something. I find I write better late at night, or early morning.

What are your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing? Kinks: Um, too many to list? I don’t know, I like quite a few things but I don’t think I write those kinds of things well. I try though.

Tropes: hate to love, fake marriage, arranged marriage, etc... tons of tropes I like if they are used in an interesting way!  :3

Pairings: That I write, or like? I write NyxNoct and (used to write) Ignoct. I also love Sheith (VLD).

Do you have a favorite fic of yours? If I had to pick one at this very moment I would say it’s Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive though I’m working on a few others that I haven’t put out and I enjoy.

Your fic with the most kudos? Incubus

Anything you don’t like about your writing? *pterodactyl shriek*  <--- I'm stealing this from you Jazz, cuz it’s so accurate it hurts. 

I feel I could be a better writer, but I’m not sure how.

Now, something you do like? Um, how disgustingly cute Nyx and Noct are?

Tag some of your favorite writers:

Just tag a few who might do this: 

@glaivenoct @cardigan-carm @aithilin @rsasai  @merwild

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1, 2, 3

1) Favorite fic you wrote this year?Probably "Forget Me Not", even though I need to finish it (which I'm gonna do, it's my new years resolution lol) But I also love "Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive".2) Least favorite fic you wrote this year?I mean I'm proud of everything I do, but probably "And...you were again?". It's just pure crack and idk where I'm even going with it and it probably won't go anywhere lol.3) Favorite line/scene from a fic you wrote?“I’ll tell you what, if it wasn’t for bad luck you’d have no luck at all.” The glaive crossed his arms and glared up at his boyfriend as he sat down on the bed beside him. “Seriously, I thought you were the Hero, master of warping and Lucis magic.”“Noct…” The tone had an underlying warning, but the prince disregarded it as he was known to do.“I mean, yeah everyone makes rookie mistakes now and then, even I’ve made them and I’m born to this.”“Can we not discuss this, I got enough shit about it from Crowe and Libs.” Pale glacier blue met the dark midnight orbs of his lover, watching as he bit his lower lip in thought.“Babe, you warped through a window, into a stairwell and fell down a flight of stairs. You messed up your leg…” Nyx facepalmed as Noctis recounted the disaster that had happened during morning training. “Seriously, how do you even do that?!”“I’m fucking talented.”“Talented or not, that was one of the stupidest things I've ever seen you do.”"One of?""We won't get into all of that." Thank you for the ask!!! ♡♡♡

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Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive

Chapter 5: Wolfman (Halloween Edition)

Rating: Not Rated Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Microfic, Prompt Fic, NyxNoct Monthly Challenge, Stupidity, HurtHurt/Comfort, Lovers, Established Relationship, Misadventures, Bad Luck, Betrayal, Halloween, Alternate Universe - Werewolf

Ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11766387/chapters/28458732 Monthy NyxNoct Prompt: Halloween Edition!!  Summary: Little did Noctis know, daemons would be the least of his worries years down the road and that the floodlights weren't the only thing that kept the daemons at bay.

October Prompt: "I feel like you had time to get used to this." Paranormal Edition! Nyx or partner(s) must be inhuman/supernatural.

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Every month the two would come out to their little cabin in the mountains. It was a tradition, one started many years ago when he’d first met his lover. Nyx had purchased the land just before they had met, and when the glaive had invited him to come spend the weekend with him, he’d jumped at the chance. Noctis had never been to a cabin and didn’t know what to expect but anything that got him out of the city was a blessing.

His (then boyfriend) had told him not to expect much, knowing what the prince was used too. But, as Nyx turned the forest green jeep onto a stretch of dirt road, he realized a warning wasn’t needed. The long driveway started as a field but soon wove its way through the thick woods of Duscae, surrounding the base of a mountainous area. As they drove deeper, Nyx mentioned a lake a few miles away, promising to take him there the next day as the building came into view.

He’d been right, it wasn’t much. A tiny wooden building made from the same dark wood that surrounded them. Inside, well Noctis could only compare it to what one would call a studio apartment. A small kitchen was tucked into one corner, with a decent sized bathroom beside it. Other than that, what one would expect to be the living room and bedroom were only feet away from one another. A small leather couch and a coffee table sat in the center, with a dark wool rug marking the living room’s boundaries. Mere feet from the rug sat a queen sized bed with a pile of pillows and thick coffee-colored blankets. Everything revolved around a large wood fireplace that took up a majority of the far wall, keeping the cabin comfortably warm.

Honestly, Noctis was in love.

As the two went back to the jeep, grabbing the food and other necessities they had brought up with them, Noctis couldn’t help but notice how close the forest was to the house. “Nyx, what about the daemons?”

“Floodlights, little prince.” He’d pointed up at one corner, showing the two huge circular shaped lights mounted on each corner. “They come on at any movement within 50 feet of the property. I also have darkening curtains, so if they do pop on it won’t bother us.”

Little did Noctis know, daemons would be the least of his worries years down the road and that the floodlights weren't the only thing that kept the daemons at bay. He’d heard the legends, but that is all they had been. Legends. He’d never expected the wolfmen of Galahd to be anything more than a fairytale. One that had been started by some bored men sitting around a campfire late at night with nothing better to do. So finding out that his lover was a wolfman or werewolf as Nyx had kindly pointed out (because who the fuck wants to be called a wolfman) was surprising, to say the least.

Plus side, daemons did not fuck with werewolves and tended to give the small cabin a wide berth.

Minus, the fucking full moon.

The one night his idiot lover couldn’t help himself, had to change into his wolf form and run around like a fucking puppy. He scratched and growled and howled at every little sound; it was like a cat who’d overindulged on catnip. Yes, the curtains did block out the light but it did nothing for the sound. Noctis was, usually, smart enough to bring earplugs along so Nyx could play to his heart's content. This time he’d forgotten them, and for a man who loved his sleep - he was ready to kill the damn glaive who was currently feet from the house howling like his life depended on it.

It was just too much. Getting out of bed, he grabbed the sleeping pants that had been left hanging over the back of the couch and stomped to the front door. “Nyx Ulric get your fucking fuzzy ass over here!” He yelled, hearing the howling come to an abrupt halt as a large ash-brown wolf bounced over, tongue hanging out like he was the best boy ever.

Damn, he’d forgotten how big the man was in this form. His paw was at least double the size of his own hand, but he didn’t fear him. Never had. Nyx was just as gentle with him as he was when he was human. Plus those big icy-blue eyes got him every time and… damn it, he was not going to cave into those (literal) puppy eyes!

Nyx butt hit the grass, tail wagging thumping loudly against the ground as large ears perked up. Noctis wanted to give in, to cuddle against him and run his fingers through his thick fur but then he remembered why he was awake in the first place! Throwing the sleeping pants at the wolf, they smacked him in the face, hanging over his muzzle as Nyx stared at him in shock. “It is 3 am! Get your fucking pajamas back on and get your ass to bed!” He didn’t even wait for a reply as he stomped back into the cabin, crawling under the covers.

A few minutes later he felt the other side of the bed shift, as large arms wrapped around his waist as he was pulled closer to the over-heated body of his lover. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, nuzzling the pale column as Noctis turned in his arms to look at him. “You know what the full moon does to me, I feel like you had time to get used to this.”

Snorting, he buried his face into the glaives chest. “Ass, I forgot my earplugs.”

“Oh.”

Noctis released a content hum as Nyx started stroking his back with gentle fingers. “Yeah, oh… I know it excites you. I just - I’m sleepy, Nyx.”

Nodding, he held the prince close to him and Noctis was just about to drift off when he felt those lips on his own. “Since you’re awake, we can always work off my energy in another way?”

“Seriously?” It was probably one of the dirtiest looks he’d ever given his lover, and the man could only laugh. Burying his fingers into the long braids, he knew Nyx had won. “I hate the full moon, not only does it make you act like a child. It makes you horny as fuck.”

“Then you should be happy it’s only once a month love.” Yes, he supposed he could be thankful for that. “You should also be glad I never put my pants back on.”

“Damn it, Nyx!”

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Update

Micro fic written for the Nyx Hell monthly prompt (September): “It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”

Title: Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive

Chapter 2: Betrayal

Pairing: NyxNoct

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11766387/chapters/27070938

Summary: Nyx betrays Noctis in the worst way possible and has no idea how to make it up to him.

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Nyx knew he’d screwed himself the moment his sweet prince walked in the door.

His lover stood across the room with a look on his face, the likes he’d merely heard of, and thought he’d never have the honor of seeing. Nyx hadn’t dreamed that such a small act could cause this much pain as he felt shame wash through him. Ignis had warned him, they had all warned him, and he’d chosen to disregard their experience in such matters.

He knew what he’d done could end up being unforgivable in the heart of his lover, and this was the foregone conclusion. Noct’s gaze remained fixed on a singular point, dark eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears. That cute nose he loved to place little kisses on, now scrunched up and expressing the discomfort, the unpleasantness of coming upon such a scene. He could see that his whole body was rigid as Noctis finally met his pale hues with a mix of horror and betrayal.

“You fucking traitor how could you do this to me!” His voice quivered as he spoke, conveying the pure suffering that he felt.

The pain in every single word made him hang his head. “Love, honestly it isn’t that bad.”

“You knew, you promised!” Pale hands tightened into fists as he stood in the small apartment. His sanctuary from everything he was. “How could you?”

“I know.” Fuck, fuck, fuck he’d really messed up. While his lover glared at him, he silently wondered what he would have to do to win back his trust. “It isn’t what it looks like!” One dark brow arched, the prince crossing his arms as if he’d been personally insulted. “Okay. Maybe it is… ”

“What were you thinking Nyx? Don’t you love me?!”

“Little Prince, don’t ever question my love for you!” Closing the few steps that kept them apart, he pulled the man into his arms and placed gentle kisses on his hair. “I love you more than anything… I just wanted to try something different. I thought you wouldn’t mind, baby!”

Pushing back from the glaive, midnight hues met his pale ice for a moment, before looking over at the counter. “Seriously Nyx, vegetables?!”

“I’m sorry… just try them? If you still hate it I’ll never cook them again.”

Sniffling, he looked back at his lover like he was a wounded animal. “You’re so lucky that I love you. Asshole.”

“I deserve that.”

Yes, He’d been warned… but never thought that his lover would get that emotional over some fucking peppers.

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 @glaivenoct

Omg, I'm laughing so hard at 30. I think I remember that on ao3?? Just the mental image of that catastrophe! Lol definitely a brilliant line!

lol Yeah. it's the first chapter of ‘Misadventures of a Prince and His Glaive”.Glad you like it!  :D