#bamf!Noctis

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Guess who finally wrote stuff that they’re posting? ME. I got to write a gift for @twistmyleg for the IgNoct 2023 Gift Exchange @ignoctgiftexchange. I hope you enjoy this fic!

You can also read it HERE

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Battles against Nifleheim’s Magitek soldiers weren’t out of the ordinary at this point. Ignis had perhaps grown too used to the rumbling of the aircrafts overhead and the mechanical clanks of the soldier’s joints as they marched disjointedly alongside each other. 

That didn’t make any of the encounters less harrowing than the last. But repetitive encounters did make one grow lax to certain features. The soldiers tended to attack in swarms and focused their attention on Noctis for the most part, using their numbers to try to box Noct in. Having Noctis be cut off from their protection had panic clutching at Ignis’ throat the first few times, but the soldiers weren’t particularly strong. Gladio could take out a soldier with a single swipe of his broadsword and Prompto had gotten quite adept at aiming his bullets at key joints in the armor to remove limbs with jubilance. 

Ignis preferred infusing his daggers with magic or a polearm to create distance between him and his opponent. If a tiny bit of the reason he preferred the daggers more was that Noctis’ magic was warm under his hands—no matter what elemental he’d channel through the blades—no one had to know. 

But as he’d mentioned, repetitive encounters didn’t mean they’d always be the same. There were still times they were caught unaware or the soldiers did something unpredictable. Which led them into the situation they were in now. 

The air in Duscae was humid and heavy with the scent of incoming storms. They’d had a day of hunting, collecting money so they’d have enough to not only pay Cid for the repairs of the Royal Vessel but money for weapon upgrades and more healing supplies as they’d grown terribly low over the course of the week. With everything that had gone down in the Steyliff Grove ruins and Gladio’s self-discovery trip with Cor, they’d worn themselves down perhaps a bit too much. 

While most of the group had been more than happy to accept some leisurely time spent at Cape Caeum with Iris and the gang, Gladio had been full of vigor to continue to power through. He seemed to have found a renewed passion for not only his duty but his belief in his own power. Gladio’s enthusiasm had only spurred Prompto into giving in to the older man’s desire, though Ignis had a feeling it was so Prompto could snap more pictures of Gladio’s new proclivity to forego wearing his shirt for extended periods of time. Noctis hadn’t had much of an opinion on the matter so that had been that. 

With exhaustion tugging at his limbs and four contracts completed for the Hunter’s Guild, Ignis thought they were doing fine. Tired, but fine.

Until the aircraft showed up. 

Dread hammered at him as the aircraft came to a standstill not twenty feet away from them. Gladio was the first to summon his sword. “Looks like we’ve got company,” he grunted. 

Prompto let out a sound between a whine and a groan. “Can’t they leave us alone for a day?” Prompto asked, summoning his guns to his hands. 

“The world would end before they did that, Prompto,” Noctis said. 

Prompto whipped his head around with a glare. “Don’t give the world any ideas.”

Ignis couldn’t suppress the tiny smile that always came out when the group teased each other. “Duly noted, Prompto,” Ignis said. With a shatter of luminous crystals, the weight of his daggers settled in his hands. Despite the long day they’d already had, the familiar weight of the blades was just as comforting as always. “Shall we gentlemen?”

Noctis flashed him a confident smile, bright and boyish despite everything. “Bet I can defeat more than Gladio; what do you think, Specs?”

Ignoring Gladio’s vehement denial, Ignis made a considering hum. “Perhaps if Gladio decides to try and show off again, you can take out an extra soldier while he postures for one of his spins.”

“It’s an effective move!” Gladio argued over Prompto and Noctis’ laughter. Rolling his eyes, Gladio turned his eyes back to their enemy who was jerkily making their way over. “Whatever, you're on, Noct.”

Noctis’ engine blade gave a rumble as he too turned his attention to the soldiers. “Let’s do this.”

Watching Noctis toss his sword and warp towards the enemy in a shatter of crystals, Ignis dashed forward letting lightning crackle through his daggers. With a deft strike to the left, he struck the neck of one of the Magitek soldiers. The body jerked angrily, a feeble swing of its sword missing by over a foot before falling into a heap of metal. 

Turning towards the sound of gunfire, he caught Prompto and Gladio coordinating a combo that involved Prompto using Gladio’s back as a springboard to come down on a soldier with his chainsaw weapon he was still mastering. The whoop of success from the two must’ve meant the two had nailed the combo they’d been trying to get down for a while. 

He focused back on his next opponent and switched his daggers out for his polearm to sweep the three soldiers that had gotten too close to a more manageable distance away. He contemplated pulling out a flask of ice to halt the soldiers in place but knew it would do more harm to the team than good. Close-quarter fighting was not the time to use Noctis’ bottled elements. They’d all learned this the hard way on multiple hunts with burns and threatening hypothermia. 

A yelp jerked his attention towards Noctis, who was surrounded on all sides. Ignis immediately clocked the stream of blood that flowed from the cut on his upper arm. He couldn’t tell if it was serious, but by the way Noctis was clenching his jaw, it was at the very least painful. 

Ignis threw a dagger at a soldier that was getting distressingly close to Noctis’ back while the man in question was focusing his assault on the three soldiers in front of him. Ignis tried to follow the path of his dagger, pulling his polearm back out to vault himself into the air to come to Noct’s aid when he felt it. 

Shooting pain radiated from his shoulder as he was impaled on the end of a soldier’s sword. Hot blood gushed from the puncture and instinctively Ignis grabbed at the blade that stuck out of him to try and prevent the sword from being pulled out. The bleeding would only increase if the metal was removed and he couldn’t risk that. 

He’d been distracted, too caught up in making sure Noctis was defended even though he had two additional people he could rely on to watch Noctis’ back. It wasn’t even a lack of trust that caused him to react in such a way. Gladio was Noctis’ shield for Astrals' sake. No, it’s just that Ignis had a hard time stopping himself from constantly trying to be at Noctis’ side. To provide aid in any way he could.

An electrical current travels down the blade and through his shoulder in a dazzle of red bolts. He chokes on a scream, body jerking uncoordinated in its failed attempts to distance itself from the bolts frying the edges of the wound. It's an odd mix of detachment and all too aware agony that the current flows through him.

A gurgling moan reached his ears and vaguely realized it was coming from himself. Ignis could hear an uproar around him and maybe his name, but none of it was registering as more than nonsense in the wind. That wasn’t good, especially since they were all in the midst of battle. Ignis needed to get out of this situation. He needed to go help Noctis.

With an angry cry, Ignis shifted himself to the right in a quick motion, dislodging the sword from the soldier’s grip and somehow managing not to have the sword shift in his body. Probably because his collarbone and shoulder were doing an excellent job at halting the sword’s progress. Panting, he blindly backed away from the soldier who was quickly taken out by a swing of a glowing sword.

Ignis frantically tore his gaze toward the location he’d last seen Noctis only to be met with the sight of broken Magitek armor. The shattering of crystal breached his senses and he turned once more to the sky to see Noctis levitating off the ground, his arsenal floating around him in a defensive circle. 

Spectral swords of old reigned terror on their foe, but Ignis had eyes only for his prince. Furious and terrifyingly beautiful—no, this wasn’t just his prince, his king, this was Noct. His precious Noctis. The boy who used to walk hand-in-hand with him in the royal gardens donned with flower crowns. The boy he tucked close to his side up in the highest tower, blankets around their shoulders as they stared up at the constellations they could make out amongst the light pollution from the city. The young man who tried to live up to everyone’s expectations no matter how monumental a task that might be.

Despite Ignis’ fading vision, he couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze from Noctis’ rampage. Even when he felt hands grasping at his shoulder to try and maneuver him into a better position to supposedly try and treat his wound, his focus was on Noctis. 

“Iggy, you’ve gotta lay down,” Prompto said, his voice cutting through the fog. 

Ignis wanted to protest, to urge Prompto’s attention back to the battle, but all he managed to croak out was, “Noct?”

Prompto let out a nervous, high-pitch laugh, the kind he let out when he wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the situation and he needed to break the tension. “Noct’s got it under control.” Prompto prodded delicately around the sword still lodged through him and Ignis hissed at the fresh wave of pain that cut through the numbness that was threatening his consciousness. “Shit, okay sorry, Iggy. We’ve gotta get this thing out of you.”

Ignis lazily shook his head. “The bleeding.”

“No, I know you’re bleeding, that’s why we need to heal you.”

He wasn’t positive but he knew their stock of potions was running low and he was determined to make sure Noct was looked at first. “Save them for Noct,” Ignis grits out. 

There was a thud beside him and a meaty hand joined Prompto’s in inspecting his wound. “Yeah, Iggy, don’t even start with that crap,” Gladio said. “Noctis will throw a fit if he hears you say that.” Perhaps, but Ignis could be stubborn about this until he knew the extent of Noctis’ injuries. “Can’t believe I have to do this… Noct, get over here!”

He squinted at the blast of crystalline magic that Noctis’ practically erupted out of in his mad dash to reach him. It was almost laughable, the way his limbs almost got tangled up in each other as he collapsed in a messy kneel on his good side. Maybe he was a bit worse off than he originally thought. 

“Hey, Iggy,” Noctis said. Noctis’ voice was always so soft when he said Ignis’ name. A hand cupped his cheek and Ignis leaned into Noctis’ hand because it had to be his. He recognized the callouses against his skin, the little scab on Noctis’ thumb from a mishap with one of his lures that he figured would heal on its own. “You seem a bit pinned down.”

Ignis let out a weak, amused snort. “Didn’t quite make the cut I suppose.” Not his best work as far as puns go, but he blamed the blood loss. 

Noctis’ chuckle was music to his ears. “That was terrible, Specs.”

“You still laughed.”

“It was a pity laugh.”

Ignis gave a noncommittal hum. “Maybe so, but a laugh is a laugh.”

 “Can we heal Ignis now, or are you two going to continue flirting?” Gladio asked. “Because you’re seriously losing too much blood.”

Ignis probably would’ve had an intelligent retort about Gladio and Prompto’s own flirting attempts if he didn’t lose consciousness before he could respond. 

He comes to with a familiar grogginess clinging to his mind. It should alarm him that he's used to waking up like this, the dredges of a potion still faint in his mouth. But Noctis has taken to experimenting with the different drinks he uses to make his healing concoctions and always tries to give Ignis the Ebony-flavored ones. 

The weight of a hand curled tightly around him pulls his attention toward his companion. Noctis is hunched over beside him, his head periodically dropping as he fights sleep. Ignis knows that Noctis will be regretting that posture later when his scar tissue flairs in angry stabs along his back. He wants to reach out and correct it or at the very least pull him down so that Noctis is laying beside him. He just can't get his arm to cooperate.

Settling to verbally get Noctis' attention, he quietly cleared his throat. "Noct," he said, voice rough with sleep. Ignis can't quite hold back the snort of laughter he lets out at the disgruntled jerk Noctis makes at the noise. "You should lay down."

"Ignis," Noctis breathes, a smile wrinkling his eyes in the beautiful way Ignis wants life to document Noct's joy. "You had us worried."

The battle is fresh in his mind, the pounding of boots as Magitek soldiers swarmed them. He remembers the flash of steel before it'd skewered him through the shoulder. The Lichtenberg of electricity that'd raced down his arm and fanned out from his fingertips. The spasming of his limbs as the power took its toll on him.

But mostly he remembers Noct. He remembers the fury in Noctis’ actions and the gentleness he returned to Ignis’ side with. He vaguely remembers sharing a few words together, a contentedness warring with the state of his body at the time, and then nothing. 

He wets his lips and tilts his head to examine Noctis closer. “Are you alright?” Ignis asked.

Noctis rolled his eyes with a huff and flopped over beside him like a child. “Of course, that’s the first thing you ask,” Noctis said, but he didn’t sound upset, more disgruntled than anything. “I’m perfectly fine, you’re the one who was really injured.”

“Good thing I had you to come to my rescue.” The soft teasing at his own expense is a small price to pay for Noctis’ annoyance shifting to a familiar smirk. 

“I’d always come to your rescue, Iggy.” The smirk shifts to a quiet, honest smile. “Always.” He still looked concerned as he ran his free hand down the new scars on Ignis’ arm. “Would you let me use another potion?”

Noctis knows that he’s plenty capable of doing what he wants, but the fact that he still asks Ignis these things reminds Ignis of how much his lover cares about Ignis’ opinion. He may not always listen, but he asks. 

The numbness in his arm is still strong, but the Lichtenberg pattern that had crept towards his hand has faded some since it first marred his flesh. Likely a hi-potion will take care of any lingering effects but Ignis is hesitant to use a resource that they're running low on when he can allow the wound to heal after a night's rest. "I'll be right as rain tomorrow," Ignis reassured.

Noctis sent him a skeptical look, his other hand not currently holding Ignis' reached up to cup Ignis' face. "Promise me that if it still hurts in the morning you'll use another potion," Noctis said.

Any reluctance he had about using a potion wilted under Noct's pleading face. “If it will assuage any fears you might have about my well-being, I promise.”

The victorious grin he received made his heart flutter violently in his chest. He tugged Noctis’ hand closer to him until Noctis picked up on his desire and shuffled closer until he could plaster himself to Ignis’ side. He carefully laid his head against Ignis’ chest and let out a content sigh. “Wake me if you need me?”

“I always need you.”

A muffled whine was buried against his chest. “Sap,” Noctis whispered like it was a secret how much they cared about each other. 

Ignis only pressed a kiss as well as he could against Noctis’ head. 

[kaitouhime]

I found it!!!

Walking Forward (Through the Past) by SecretEnigma (Incomplete)

Tags Graphic Depictions Of Violence Noctis Lucis Caelum & Somnus Lucis Caelum Ardyn Izunia & Noctis Lucis Caelum Aera Mirus Fleuret/Ardyn Izunia Noctis Lucis Caelum/Original Female Character(s) Noctis Lucis Caelum/Original Ulric Character(s)Noctis Lucis Caelum Ardyn Izunia Somnus Lucis Caelum Aera Mirus Fleuret Original Ulric Character(s) (Final Fantasy XV) Original Ostium Character(s) (Final Fantasy XV) Original Male Character(s) Original Female Character(s) Gilgamesh (Final Fantasy XV) Astrals (Final Fantasy XV) Ramuh (Final Fantasy XV)Time Travel Fix-It Angst with a Happy Ending Worldbuilding So much worldbuilding Galahdian Culture (Final Fantasy XV) Galahd (Final Fantasy XV) POV Noctis Lucis Caelum BAMF Noctis Lucis Caelum OP Noctis Lucis Caelum So many OCs Background Relationships Eventual Romance And By Eventual I Mean When Deleantur Figures Out Women Other Than Luna Exist In a Romance Sense Accidental Relationship Matchmaker Astrals Tags Contain Spoilers Accidental Marriage Ramuh Ships Them Mentioned Nyx Ulric Ulric Clan Ostium Clan So Many Clans Angst and Hurt/Comfort Action/Adventure Coeurls Other Additional Tags to Be Added Don't copy to another site I Tried To Make This a One-Shot I failed Help

It has been six years since the Wave destroyed the Starscourge and Ardyn, Somnus, and Aera found a blue-eyed stranger in the wilderness. The future is bright for the House of Lucis Caelum and the House of Nox Fleuret, and the brothers are happy. But for Deleantur, it is still hard to settle down when all of his future exists in what was once his past, and the new developments among the kingdoms that might one day be only known as Lucis, are to him the old news of dusty history books and unwanted memories. So when a Messenger of the Astrals leads him to the wild, untamed shores of Galahd, Deleantur follows in hopes of something new to entertain himself with for a few months before going back to Somnus and Ardyn. He should have known better than to trust that the Astrals didn't have bigger plans in store for him there than that.

It's the second part of Deleantur-Verse, I'll include the first as well.

Deleantur (Erased but Not Forgotten) by SecretEnigma (Complete)

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Noctis Lucis Caelum & Somnus Lucis Caelum Ardyn Izunia & Noctis Lucis Caelum Somnus Lucis Caelum & Ardyn Izunia Aera Mirus Fleuret/Ardyn Izunia Gilgamesh (Final Fantasy XV) & Somnus Lucis Caelum Noctis Lucis Caelum & Gilgamesh (Final Fantasy XV)Noctis Lucis Caelum Ardyn Izunia Somnus Lucis Caelum Aera Mirus Fleuret Gilgamesh (Final Fantasy XV) Astrals (Final Fantasy XV) Bahamut (Final Fantasy XV) Ramuh (Final Fantasy XV) Shiva (Final Fantasy XV) Leviathan (Final Fantasy XV) Titan (Final Fantasy XV)Brotherly Affection Time Travel Fix-It Noctis Beholds His Destiny Decides to Yeet it Out The Window Brotherly Ardyn and Somnus Angst with a Happy Ending Ending Is Technically A Prequel? Because time travel Does It Count As an Ending When You Rewrite the Beginning via Time Travel probably BAMF Noctis Lucis Caelum Depressed Noctis Lucis Caelum He gets better Hugs OP Noctis Lucis Caelum Ardyn's and Somnus's Dad is a Jerk Background Relationships Minor Aera Mirus Fleuret/Ardyn Izunia Noctis is Adopted By His Ancestor and Technical Uncle brotherly adoption Don't copy to another site

It begins in the future with a king on a broken throne dying to save the world. It changes when a tired man listens to the tears of his brothers and the echoes of his own promise to a fallen Healer-King and decides to say No. It ends in the past, two thousand years before it began, with two Prince-Brothers and an Oracle finding a blue-eyed stranger in the wilderness.

It took me forever to find these, if you can give them a read I highly recommend it!

Final Fantasy XV Fic

Looking for a final fantasy fic with Noct and time-travel involved.

Details:

Noct somehow finds himself in the past

Noct is wearing Nix Ulrics beads to honor him ig?

He meats the Ulric clan and saves the elders and young that were being attacked at the time with the help of a Messenger GodCat???

Colors are a big thing I think

There is a huge miscommunication problem between him and the clan regarding the colors and the woman that he is staying with

The communication problems eventually get cleared up and the clan goes from resenting and hating him to the opposite

There is a big gathering of clans at one point

...I can't currently remember much else at the moment that makes sense

please help

[marmolita]

Who's your fave chocobro and why? :3

NOCTIS ofc ♥️♥️♥️ he is the BEST BOY 🥰🥰🥰

Reasons I love Noctis:

"I saw a man so beautiful I started crying" meme feels apt for him, he's simply stunning

he is gentle and kind with animals and children

he loves his friends a lot

generally has a heart of gold/heart in the right place

he has a lot of feelings!!!

just wants to chill out and have fun and take a nap

but has the conviction to persevere when things are unbearably hard

and is always willing to help out random people with their random requests

he's a BAMF when the situation calls for it

kind of a dork too

sometimes he's cocky and I kinda love it

but he's also shy!!

(ask me anything!)

[ffxvficrec]

by omgfloofy The real statement was found on Loqi's desk. He could hear the whines of servos and the clicks of solenoids. The chitters of machinery clicked on as a hand twitched. This specific magitek trooper laid face down across his desk. It was pinned in place by a sword that had been stabbed through its back and into the desk itself. The MT was still operational, but barely. Words: 5227, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Insurgent King Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum , Ignis Scientia , Prompto Argentum , Gladiolus Amicitia , Loqi Tummelt , Talcott Hester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence , cloak and dagger , BAMF Noctis Lucis Caelum , Older Chocobros (Final Fantasy XV) , Lawbreakers , Canon-Typical Violence , Not QUITE a criminal underworld but close , urban espionage

[voxiferous]

Oh wait I realized afterwards it was a tumblr handle as well and not just like. A codename for a really intense high school AU lmao. I still wanna know what it's about tho!

It is a really evocative username isn't it? Gives me all kinds of XV Brotherhood themed ideas. Just. So many shenanigans.

At the moment this year's wip (I do one for Math every year through Fandom Trumps Hate, and the AUs vary wildly) is leaning more towards a mediaeval fantasy situation. I do love me some BAMF Prompto content, so I'm thinking peasant!Prompto saving knight!Noctis from dying in the snow after a terrible battle. It's still very much in the planning stages, but I'm having fun with it :D

Thanks for the ask!~

[ao3feed-ignoct]

Coming to Your Aid

read it on AO3 Here

by memoriesofrain

Finding themselves attacked by Magitek soldiers isn't out of the ordinary, but that doesn't make it any better after a long day of hunting. When Ignis gets hurt, Noctis let's it be known not to touch what's his.

AKA

Protective IgNoct and bamf!Noctis saving his boyfriend

Words: 2730, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum

Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum

Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Injury Recovery, Protective Noctis Lucis Caelum, Protective Ignis Scientia, Hurt Ignis Scientia, BAMF Noctis Lucis Caelum, Background Promptio, Ignoct 2023 Gift Exchange, Worried Noctis Lucis Caelum, Worried Ignis Scientia, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, magitek soldiers are always annoying

read it on AO3 Here

[manyothermusingsofmine]

I love that I could've just canonically given my xmen oc a bamf since shes a love interest to Kurt but instead my dumbass went "theres a stray cat population outside the mansion and they are direct counterparts to the mutant inside"

....

Kurt's cat counterpart is a social black void named Noctis who's favorite thing to do is just ✨️appear✨️ in Miranda's lap like he's summoned from the aether when she deigns to sit down anywhere.

[awlwren-writes]

18 and/or 42 for the ask meme, please? Thanks!

Summary: Nyx put down his fork and considered it, but he knew he was already ready to do it. Brave the fires and all that.

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

In which Nyx is drafted for many things and excels at all of them, even the ones he didn't realize were part of the job.

Also my fill for Day 11 of Febuwhump 2022: Suffocation.

[garbria]

Nyx joins the Kingsglaive early, and is there to protect Noctis during the attack by the Marilith.

My fill for febuwhump prompt, "self inflicted wound"

[sleeplessinaltissia]

How to Lose Everything in Three (Easy) Steps [M]

Final Fantasy XV | 3k | Prompto Argentum/ Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto lies on the cold ground and stares up at what should be the night sky. Instead he imagines the following words blink like a neon sign above his motel body:

How to lose everything in three (easy) steps.

And, just maybe, how to get it all back.

Read on ao3.

[secret-engima]

Title thingy if ur still doing that, my friend. Not Everyday Is A Good Day (Live Anyway)

Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

So many things I could DO with this title. *squints*.

Did I ... ever do that ffxv naruto crossover I came up with at like 3AM?

Let’s assume I didn’t and roll with that.

It ends with dying.

It starts with waking up after dying, and finding a world gone bloody and primitive and strange.

It starts with a little boy from a village no one knows opening his eyes one day and ... remembering. Feeling the burning Light under his skin that tangles with the energy in the world around him and realizing he is alive once more ... and the world is completely different from what he remembers.

It is not a good beginning. Because the world has more than fallen apart since he was last awake, and people are superstitious and afraid of odd things.

And there are few things more odd than a little boy with too old eyes and a too sharp mind. A little child with no fear of death, with a birthmark on his front and back that looks like a blade went right through his heart, who dances in the storms with the rain beating his skin and a grin that is two shades too wild to be human.

It is not a good beginning, and there are a very many days that are even worse.

He lives anyway. He lives and he learns. Of ninja and clans, of a world where all have a fragment of magic, a tamer version of the Thing in his veins. Where the powerful wage war and technology is long, long lost (stolen, he thinks, by the paranoid, or perhaps forbidden by them out of fear of another Niflheim).

He lives, and when he is only eleven, he takes what few things he has to call his own and he leaves the village behind. No one misses him.

He walks and walks and walks, deeper and deeper into the wilds. At one point, he meets a giant orange fox who burns with old anger and simmering indifference. Their eyes meet, an old King and a newborn Astral, and the fox dips his head in silent, surprised acknowledgment of the truth men have forgotten. He keeps walking. Living off the wilds like he has done a thousand times in memories not his own, unafraid of the beasts, for they are not daemons, and nothing is scary after facing down daemons.

He finds a nice little nook in an unassuming wood, and there he builds himself a home. There is a village a few days walk away, and after growing bored with making too many potions to place even in his massive armiger, he goes to the village and sells them as herbal remedies. They taste terrible to drink instead of crush against skin, but they work just as well when swallowed.

The people of this village are superstitious too, but they do not know him as a boy turned suddenly too old, only as a mysterious wood hermit who looks too young for his eyes and sells miracle medicine for a pittance, who will save lives from incurable fates with a touch of green hands and a flicker of burning feathers and ask nothing in return.

It takes him a long time to realize the little house they’ve built him for when he comes to visit is actually a shrine.

Yoru, they call him. Night. For his hair and his quiet, for the shadows that walk in his steps. He thinks it’s funny, that even now, in another life, he still ends up with a name that means Night.

And it is a very lonely life, to be held as a friendly, if strange spirit of the woods by other humans, to be alone in his memories and his ghosts in a world that remembers his sacrifice when the humans there do not. The Astrals he has always known are deep in slumber, and for all he is lonely he is reluctant to wake them. Not everyday is a good day.

He lives anyway.

He is thirteen, he thinks, maybe fourteen, when she finds him. She is only his age, and she is so very, very pretty. A rarity with hair the color of pale gold and eyes as blue as the sky.

Funny how they look the same as they did in their last life.

She is a noble’s daughter, and she is too young to be out of her family’s care, but she is not the daughter of the nobleman’s wife, and the son who IS is deathly ill.

Heal my son, says her father with desperate eyes, and I will give you my daughter.

He is angry at the thought of it. At seeing her, who has saved the world and holds his heart even now, being used as a bargaining chip with what these people think is a wayward forest spirit. He could do anything to her in their minds.

And they do not care.

The son matters more.

He accepts and he heals the son they have brought of his illness (something simple, something the non-magical medicine of his era could have healed).

The nobleman, his son, and his escort depart. They leave her behind.

She takes his hands in hers and whispers that she is glad, they touch lips, brief and chaste, and she laughs when he names her Tsuki. His Moon.

Maybe it is a good day after all.

The locals acclimate to her quickly, whisper over the powers they think she has gained by becoming his bride. He does not care, he has his Moon and his little forest home. If his brothers find him ... then life would be perfect, but until then, he is content.

And then a ninja sets his house on fire.

Well, the village shrine really, but it’s the same thing now after Luna talked him into moving in permanently so as to better treat the villagers.

There are five of them, three with black hair and fire licking their bones and two with brown hair and magic like water or earth. They are fighting, and while one of the black hairs sets the shrine on fire, it is one with brown hair that knocks down the lovely Tori gate he’d grown rather fond of.

His magic unfurls, heavy and displeased, and all five drop to their knees with gasps of shock and fear. Two struggle to their feet, collapse again when he presses downward with his magic. They have more magic than the villagers, but compared to him and his Moon, they are raindrops in an ocean.

“Leave this place,” he snarls, his voice layered with a hundred others, and the ninja blanch as they flee.

Except one. The brown haired one who knocked over his Tori gate and is apparently bleeding very badly from his torso, struggles to stand and then collapses.

The other brunette leaves him behind.

He sighs as his magic curls inward and it’s the work of a moment to drag the man inside the crispy house and see what’s wrong. A few potions set the man to rights, and when he wakes up hours later, stupefied and wary, his Moon laughs as he sends the ninja on his way with a scowl.

Three days later, two ninja arrive in the village. All the villagers glare, they are still trying to figure out how to fix the gate on such short notice, but the ninja make no trouble as they approach the shrine home.

“I am Hashirama, leader of the Senju Clan,” the elder says with a low bow, so low his long brown hair touches the ground, “and I came to offer thanks and apologies for my clansmen.”

The white haired one just scowls, skeptical as he stares at the shrine and its inhabitants.

“I am Yoru,” he answers, all of maybe seventeen now, “and this is Tsuki. Your ninja knocked my gate down. And three more set my house on fire.”

Hashirama winces, “I am sorry for the gate, I can fix it if you like.” Yoru tilts his head and Hashirama takes it as an agreement.

Tsuki makes a noise of surprised delight when a new gate grows up from the ground, living wood in the desired shape. Yoru makes a pleased noise, his magic couldn’t do that. He looks back down at the Senju in interest, “I’ve never seen a ninja do that before,” he muses, and the man laughs a touch nervously.

They have come to make amends, but as far as Yoru is concerned, the gate has paid their tab. Even so, he asks questions and when he learns of the Senju’s war with the Uchiha, he frowns.

“Leave my village and my forest alone,” he says, “So long as you are within twelve miles of the village, you are not to fight.” The white-haired one protests, but Yoru will not budge.

It doesn’t take long for him to have to enforce that rule.

He hears the burning of wood and the feels the flare of magic and sighs as he warps over there. A glance proves it’s the brunettes and the black hairs again.

He lets his magic surge out and flatten them in their surprise, snuffs the flames with an ice spell, and glares, “I said,” he intones darkly, “no fighting near my home.”

“You dare-!” snarls the leader of the black haired ones, only to falter when Yoru turns his gaze on him. Speechless under the weight of the gaze.

Most people are when facing eyes the color of age and blood.

“I don’t know what war you fight,” he says slowly, “but you will not fight it here. If you do this again, there will be consequences.”

He looks over at the Senju, silent warning that his message applies to them too. Then he sighs and folds his arms over his chest, “Are you even fighting for a cause? Why are you so determined to kill each other?”

Both sides break out in shouting, accusations of death and vengeance that makes him feel weary. Tsuki touches his shoulder from where she has caught up, her eyes solemn, and Yoru scoffs, “What a pointless reason to fight.”

“And what would you know?” Snarls one of the Uchiha as he stalks forward, moving under the weight of Yoru’s magic only because Yoru is not projecting it all. The sword lashes out for Yoru’s neck, and his armiger flairs to life, blocking the blade and pointing four more at the man’s throat.

The leader of the Uchiha hisses a name, it sounds like “Izuna”.

Yoru looks into red eyes with black marks and crushes the attempt at an illusion (so pathetic compared to Ardyn’s a lifetime ago) with barely a thought, “What would I know?” he muses softly. “What. Would I. Know?”

His magic begins to rise, shifting into visible spectrum, crystalline shares and licking blue fire, an armiger of dancing blades risking in ghostly white. He can feel his skin cracking open and gleaming, mortal skin fracturing under the pressure of angry magic, he lets it form, lets his skin turn grey and terrible, lets his magic coat the summer field with ice and his shoulders with ghostly blue fire.

He watches as the Uchiha who lashed out at him pales, eyes flickering frantically, trying to see through a trick that does not exist.

“Do not presume to know me,” Yoru growls, “do not presume to know my heart or my ways. I have seen what vengeance wreaks. I have walked through its graveyards, I have stood beneath its blackened skies and tasted its ash as the world rots beneath the endless night. Vengeance will eat you alive and hunger for more, it will demand more blood than the world contains and at the end of the day, the dead you claim to be avenging Will. Not. Care. Vengeance is not a reason to fight. It is a reason to die. And if it is death you want, then I will give it to you. I will burn your home to as he and stand upon the bones, and when I am done and the world goes quiet, there will be none who look upon them and will be able to tell your bones from those of the Senju you despise. Is that what you want, little ninja? To paint the world brown with your dried blood? To rouse what lies sleeping and destroy what yet breathes?” All the ninja have gone dead white and Yoru snarls, old, tired fury in his blood, memories of Conqueror-Fierce-Warrior-Mystic stirring him toward violence, “Well? SPEAK and it will be so. Speak and I will SHOW YOU what vengeance is-.”

Tsuki’s- Luna’s- arms rest on his bicep, unflinching from the heat, and she whispers, “Peace, my love.”

His anger cools. His skin heals over. His armiger fades.

Yoru steps back from the white-faced ninja, those who have heard of the supposed healer guardian of the forest but not believed it until this moment, and he warns with dark exhaustion, “Leave. Leave and think about what it is you really want. For your world to burn? Or for your children to be able to grow old rather than lie forgotten in shallow graves and crows’ bellies. Fight here again, fight anywhere with in fifty miles of my home, and I will end your blood feud for you, and neither side will celebrate my intervention.” Yoru turns away, ignoring the wide-eyed Hashirama, the spinning red eyes of the Uchiha, “go away and cease playing at war.”

Tsuki leads him home and he lies on the floor for a long time. Letting the cool of the wood leach into his bones, letting his magic curl lazy patterns in the air as his Moon and his Love curls patiently against his chest, waiting for him to rise out of the memories howling in his head.

Today is not a good day.

Tomorrow might be better, when it comes, but even if it isn’t ... well.

Not every day is a good day.

He lives anyway.

And he will never forget what a blessing that is.

[somnusvincitomnia]

*trips Noctis in the lunch hall* Oops. Watch your step, rich boy!

The irony is that he really does bite his tongue. 

He half-stumbles with his tray in his hands, and the jarring motion snaps his teeth together, catching the back edge of his tongue between two molars sharp and sudden. The reverberating ache in his teeth is worse than the sharp pinprick pain, but he tastes blood hot in his mouth, matched by the heat rising to his cheeks. 

It’s a quiet, simmering fury- the kind that boils just below the surface, below the scowl that has his face drawn so tight. 

The guy who tripped him is already back to laughing with his friends, tone the callous mockery only teenagers can truly manage. He seems proud, like his one minor act of disturbance is an act of great consequence. 

Noct wonders what it is, this time. Someone whose family is caught outside the Wall? Someone who hates his father’s latest war efforts? Or just someone who’s sick of Noct, sick of his private chaffeur and polished shoes? Someone who sees in Noct everything wrong with an inequal society?

Gladio has taught Noct to exercise empathy in the face of bullying. To understand that people don’t always hate him- they hate an idealized version, a view of him clouded by their conception of the Crown, of the concept of rich. Gladio always tells him to keep his spine straight and his heart open- it’s his duty to bear that, his duty to understand, even if it hurts.

Ignis, on the other hand, would probably have one polished shoe pressing the kid’s head to the tile until he pleaded for mercy. Noct finds that, whether or not he likes it, he tends to favor Ignis in this situation. 

Spine straight. Eyes forward. 

Noctis swallows the blood in his mouth and turns away. “C’mon, Prompto. There’s an open table over there.”

[ffxvficrec]

by kalterna “One of the rules of the Lucian outdoors was to never let your guard down. Even during the night. Especially during the night, when a daemon could be hiding in every shadow, ready to pounce.” After a daemon attack leaves Prompto, Ignis and Gladio severely wounded and on the verge of death, Noctis has to fight exhaustion and injuries of his own in a bid to save their lives. Words: 3859, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum , Prompto Argentum , Ignis Scientia , Gladiolus Amicitia Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Hurt Noctis Lucis Caelum , Noctis Whump , Whump , Hurt/Comfort , Angst , Hurt Everyone , but mostly Noct , BAMF Noctis Lucis Caelum , Blood and Injury , Action , Worried Noctis Lucis Caelum , Daemons and Delirium , Confused Noctis Lucis Caelum , Head Injury , Scared Noctis Lucis Caelum , Worried Chocobros , Protectiveness , Noct thinks he's fine , He's not

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Okay, I had to say something about this fic

You're brilliant. Honestly. I loved everything about this fic— BAMF!Merlin, Mordred, and Morgana; the characters defying destiny and acting on their free will; Arthur's and the knights' trust in the three of them.

"My Lord gave up his throne in favour of serving you, buried his crown in favour of polishing yours." This quote may be my favorite thing ever. The way it captures both Mordred's loyalty to Merlin and Merlin's loyalty to Arthur at the same time is phenomenal.

I honestly love the concept of Merlin and Mordred having a good relationship. I always believed that they had a level of understanding that no magic user-non magic user dynamic could ever reach, and considered the sheer amount of respect Mordred had for Emrys' powers as such a good potential ground for them to develop a friendship. I know that they hated each other, and Merlin's prejudice was far too implemented in his mind, but well. Fanon is fanon for a reason.

Anyway I talked too much, but the point is: thank you for writing this! It was amazing <3

(Referencing This Fic)

M-Cubed getting to be BAMFs really is just👌, right? I squeeze it in as often as possible😅.

And I'm glad you liked that line!! I've had it typed out in my phone notes waiting for this fic to finally be written for weeks lol.

YESSSS!!! Merlin and Mordred had such potential!! The writers really gave us the sweetest, most innocent, loveliest boy in the world, and then told us he would actually consider letting a CHILD who was in the EXACT same position as him, die?! Yeah, no. Merlin and Mordred being besties (along with Morgana, of course) is my endgame for everything😁

Thank you Noctis I love you a ton!! <3

[ao3feed-ignoct]

One kidnapped prince coming right up!

read it on AO3 Here

by Shiary

The prince of Lucis has been kidnapped by the infamous Vatra. There's just one problem.

Prompto knows Vatra, and he doesn't do kidnappings. Determined to help one of his best clients, Prompto drags Gladio into searching for the truth.

Written for FFXV Reverse Bang 2022

Words: 6557, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum

Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Medieval, BAMF Prompto Argentum, Rescue Missions, Fake Kidnapping, Reunions

read it on AO3 Here

[katchihe]

Catch me ‘round town ridin’ one of these